wood builder

He Ying didn't answer.

However, whispers from other students sounded in the studio. Words like "confession wall", "liar", and "free prostitution bonus" came to her ears from time to time.

And the two girls in front of them also had an expression of "If you don't admit it, we know it too".

Faced with these rumors, He Ying had already imagined many ways to deal with them.But whether it is to argue with reason, swear, or take up brushes and paints to compete with them, it is not the best way for her to prove herself.Because, in the days after being diagnosed, she had missed all those methods.

People just look at the results.

Although she made a lot of efforts, she couldn't change the fact that she couldn't apply for the Academy of Fine Arts.

Later, she was confused, hesitated, gave up on herself, and was ashamed to speak up when asked about the reason for reporting on archaeological buildings.It's just that facing the facts, she had to accept her own imperfections, and she also regarded these pasts as a kind of regret.

Yes!

Even she despises "He Ying" who suffers from color blindness, so why should she ask others to empathize with and truly understand "He Ying"?
"Yes!"

What the two girls didn't expect was that when faced with their malicious question, He Ying would admit it so openly.

And she even said sincerely: "I was diagnosed before the college entrance examination, and I studied ancient architecture when I couldn't apply for the Academy of Fine Arts, so I envy you all for being able to study Chinese painting, which I like."

"what?"

Both girls were taken aback: Please!We are provoking you!What is your reaction!

"To be able to come here for class today is completely arranged by the instructor of our group, Mrs. Ye, so I cherish this opportunity very much." He Ying said, standing up and stretching out her hand in front of the two girls, "Of course, my coloring The technique is definitely not more professional than everyone else, so I hope you can make more suggestions."

"Oh, okay, I..." the fair girl who spoke first faltered and stretched out her hand, but before touching He Ying's fingertips, she was pulled away by another girl.

He Ying clenched her fists slightly, and when she turned her head to look at the other students, she found that not only did they not continue whispering, but they all lowered their heads even lower.He sat back in his seat again.

The reason why these students reacted like this was entirely because of the malicious exposure on Tianyang's confession wall a few days ago, coupled with the instigation of Chen Jingyi, a flower from the sculpture department.

The students in the studio originally thought that He Ying, as said on the confession wall, was a scheming girl who used all means to get into the team of top students for free whoring bonuses.What strength can such a scheming woman have?And why do you come to the Chinese Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts to be a classmate with yourself?
Therefore, the moment He Ying walked into the classroom, all the students in the studio were already full of hostility towards her.

But the reaction of this "scheming girl" didn't seem to be what Chen Jingyi and the confession wall said.

Moreover, her mastery of eighteen strokes is no worse than those of them who are from majors, and even better.

So much so that when the white and clean girl returned to her seat, she found He Ying with her own sketch:

"Hello, my name is Xu Jing. I can teach you coloring. Can you help me to see that the lines of my figure's dress are drawn by willow leaves, but why is there no sleeve drawn by you?" How about that fluttering feeling?"

"Oh, here I use mixed strokes." He Ying demonstrated to her seriously, "I used nail-headed mouse-tail strokes at the beginning, followed by willow leaf strokes, and added a few high strokes to the folds of the clothes. Ancient Yousi drawing, like this"

The next course is still to practice line drawing.

And when He Ying was looking at her phone, she discovered Gu Zhaodi's missed call.She was about to call back, but received a WeChat message from Gu Zhaodi:
[It's okay, come on. 】

She replied [Come on, send me a message if you want to eat tonight, I will buy it for you from here. 】, then continue to practice.

Seeing He Ying's news, Gu Zhaodi sighed slightly, but she had no appetite at all.

Putting the phone back into his trouser pocket, he looked up and saw a face full of expectation:

"Miss Gu, I know that my request is a little too much. But my grandma, who suffers from Alzheimer's disease, dreams of taking my brother to fight tea with her tea friends again. You look just like me My younger brother is really similar, can you help me to fulfill her wish?"

Looking at the capable elder sister in gray-blue professional suit, flaming red lips, and big waves in front of her, she started to play emotional cards while talking, Gu Zhaodi was a little impatient:

"But I'm a woman, and I don't know how to fight tea. I think it's better for you to let your brother do it by himself."

She didn't want to act with the grandparents and grandchildren, and she couldn't act in that kind of enjoyable drama.

"If he can come, why would I ask Teacher Ye to find me a helper?" Sister Honglip's eye circles also turned red, "My grandma loves my brother very much, but he had an accident with my parents at the end of last year , I couldn’t be saved, and my grandma was also hit hard, so.”

Gu Zhaodi froze for a moment, lowered her head and said "sorry", and suggested to her:

"Then without your brother, you can still accompany your grandma, and you are relatives, grandparents, her old man should want her real relatives to be by her side, right? I'd better go first."

"Miss Gu!"

Gu Zhaodi just turned around, but she stopped her again:

"To be honest, I have lived in a patriarchal family since I was a child. My grandmother didn't like me as a girl, so I left this family after graduating from high school. During the ten years from college to work, I have been I haven’t been home again. My grandma shouldn’t have any feelings for my granddaughter. I think she might not want me to fight tea by her side either.”

"Then you are still so filial to her?" Gu Zhaodi was puzzled.

Sister Red Lips smiled and looked at Gu Zhaodi, with tears in her eyes, "Do you think I'm stupid?" After she finished speaking, she looked towards the tea room, "I used to hate her too, I hated my parents and Brother, why am I not the one who is preferred? But now they are gone, and my grandma doesn’t know anything. But I am still alive, I don’t want to live in pain for the rest of my life. So, I have let go , I also want to try my best to fill the gap between us."

"Sister! Can you stop moving yourself!"

Gu Zhaodi rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth to break the atmosphere:

"If they are really worthy of your love! They should treat you well from an early age! Instead of letting you leave your hometown for so many years and bear the wind and rain alone! Then let you think alone, how to forgive them! Make up for the lack of your own heart! This It's all fucking logic! You know?!"

The almost roaring sound made sister Honglip stunned for a moment.

It seemed that it was not me who had been treated unfairly, but the righteous tomboy in front of me.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little emotional. But I can't help you." After Gu Zhaodi finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the wing.

She doesn't want to care about patriarchy and making up for shortcomings.

She only knew that if she didn't leave, she would suffocate, growl, and completely collapse in front of outsiders, shedding disappointing tears.

And she didn't know if she was saying those words to this silly sister, or to herself?
The phone rang just at this time.

The word "Mom" danced on the screen of the mobile phone, which was particularly dazzling against the strong background light. Gu Zhaodi instinctively wanted to hang up the phone, but he hesitated for a moment:
Why, what did I do wrong?

Confront her!Argue with her!Make trouble with her!Isn't it my right as a daughter?Why should I be the one to walk away.

Does this home still have a place of its own?Shouldn't she have asked?
Holding back his anger, he picked up the phone: "Hello! What's the matter?"