?A person has at least one dream and one reason to be strong.If the heart has no place to rest, it will be wandering wherever it goes.

???????????????????????——San Mao

? "Ring ring ring..."

?As the glass door opened, the wind chime hanging at the door made a crisp sound.

?Song Yunzai was sitting on a chair watching the appreciation of ancient Chinese art. When the wind chimes sounded, she welcomed a long-lost guest.

??It must be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with long curly hair. Due to the weather, she almost buried her entire face in a thick scarf, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

?? But those eyes are deep and quiet... It doesn't look like a little girl at all, but it looks like she has experienced a lot and has seen a lot.

?? Another person with a story, she sighed.It's just... such a small child, why does he have such eyes...

?? "Welcome to Huazhiyan, do you need any help?"

??The other party took off the scarf, and she saw her face clearly, a very delicate girl...

?? "Hello, I would like to ask the picture of the sunrise at the door is..."

?? "Oh... That's a new work I finished a few days ago. It's so cold now, wouldn't it be warmer from a distance?"

?? She looked like that, and then bowed to her inexplicably, caught off guard...

?? "That... please accept me as an apprentice!"

??Song Yunzai quickly helped her up, "Why?"

?? She just smiled very demurely, and then seemed to be full of yearning...

?? "Because I saw the obsession in that painting. Moreover, I also long for one day to realize it..."

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??Because of an accidental encounter three months ago, this beautiful encounter was caused.

?At that time, Huang Baocan was shopping with his mother, and accidentally met Mr. Song Yunzai.So I have been paying attention to her whereabouts. After several weeks of waiting, I finally learned that she now opened a small grocery store related to art in Seoul.

?During the years of studying design in France, she had heard the name of Mr. Song several times.There is no other reason, it is precisely because she has a very famous student, that is Wu Chuyu, the chief jewelry designer of Oran, who graduated from Paris High Arts, this young 27-year-old has already become famous overseas, and the jewelry he designed has swept the world. Franco-Korean at the market.Although Ms. Song is only an introductory art teacher for her painting, she cannot deny that a good design foundation is very important.Moreover, Mr. Song has always been a well-deserved master in the Korean design industry regarding the skill of how to capture inspiration.

?? What's more coincidental, I heard that Teacher Song was severely betrayed once when she was young, and her desire for revenge coincided with her, so taking advantage of this, she felt that she had great confidence To be able to win her favor...

?Although she majored in make-up at the College of Art, she discovered later that what she really likes is fashion design.

?When I was taking courses, because I didn’t understand anything and was curious about everything, I made a hasty decision on my path for the rest of my life. Now that I think about it, I still feel that I was young and frivolous.

? But after the person who stole her designs was exposed, almost no one wanted to believe her.In addition to doubts about her interdisciplinary design, it was more because of that woman, who said she had Wu Chuyu's affirmation and trust.

?It's ridiculous, isn't it?

?Just relying on the other party's words, no matter how she explains and refute, it is useless.The person who is full of loopholes even in lying has won everyone's trust, so this time, let's you have a taste of this, and experience for yourself what is the sadness of having nothing to say.

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?There was a thick layer of snow on the road, and when you stepped on it with high-soled cotton shoes, it sank about half of it immediately, step by step, making a creaking sound.

?Two years will pass in a blink of an eye. Soon after the coming Spring Festival, the first year of high school will officially begin.

?The winter in Seoul has always been very cold. When I exhaled lightly, a cloud of water mist immediately appeared in my vision.

? so cold...

?Huang Baocan gathered the scarf wrapped around his neck, stomped his feet on the spot, and immediately ran forward. He didn't feel alive until he entered a studio.

"Bao Chan is also very energetic today."

?The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman with shoulder-length curly hair drooping slightly. She was wearing a knitted sweater and held a cup of steaming coffee in her hand. She looked like a gentle and peaceful person.

? "Because it's too cold outside." She lowered her head and touched her nose, "So we should hurry up to your warm embrace, Teacher."

? Hearing that, the person called the teacher just smiled gently and handed over the brewed coffee in his hand.

? "Since you're still in the mood to joke around, hurry up and hand in last week's homework."

?Huang Baocan's expression, which was originally very comfortable, immediately returned to his usual paralyzed face. Suddenly, a person popped up next to him and sighed.

"Although the teacher usually seems to be very talkative, but once it is related to homework, he will transform into a serious math teacher. He speaks venomously, but he still has a smile on his face, which makes people look even scarier. !"

? As he spoke, he patted her on the shoulder, and then put his head on her shoulder with a look of wanting to cry.

?Huang Baocan moved the head of this large canine with his free hand expressionlessly.

? "Although I am also very sad, but I have finished my homework last week."

?The other party's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"What?! Banana, you secretly finished your homework behind my back again. It's over, it's over, there's no accomplice to back it up this time."

?Looking at the way the other party was scratching his head, she really wanted to ask how she said this sentence in a legitimate way...

"First of all, I never miss my homework. Secondly, when you forget your homework, no one will take it for you, because the teacher only has us two students. Finally, if you call me Banana again, the weekend physics tutoring will be ruined."

"Haji! Baocan, you are the best. If you don't hug the Buddha's legs on the weekend, you will die in the physics test next week. But, is it true that bananas can no longer be called?"

?Huang Baocan has no expression on his face.

? What should I do? I suddenly don't want to know what she's going to say next...

? "Look, your surname is Huang, and you like to drink banana milk. You have an indissoluble bond with bananas..."

?What the hell is Banana Destiny!?Banana you Barra...

?Before he came here, Huang Baocan would never have imagined that Angie Wu, the chief jewelry designer of Oran, who is famous overseas, turned out to be a bastard with a thicker skin than the city wall...

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