After being reborn, I found out that my deskmate was secretly in love with me

Chapter 217
Lu Ming lowered his head and looked down, seeing Xinyi's calf dangling non-stop to attract his attention, and her voice rang in his ears.

"Look, my legs are white."

"White."

Tao Xinyi glanced at him proudly, and said softly, "That's because I'm wearing white stockings, the knee-high ones, with lace on them, which I took out of a Lolita suit, and they look great. It's the school The skirt is too long, you can't see."

Lu Ming blinked blankly, looked at her swaying calf, and moved his eyes up after a while, meeting her bright smile: "In the future, I will always see it."

"Oh."

As she spoke, a blush rose on Tao Xinyi's face, she stroked her hair lightly, and said softly, "Do you think my hairstyle looks better, or the original long ponytail?"

"Each has its own advantages and different styles."

"No, I have to choose one. If this one looks good, I'll change my hairstyle in the future."

Lu Ming said without hesitation: "Long ponytail."

In his opinion, although this hairstyle is exquisite now, he prefers Xinyi's ponytail or loose hair.However, Xinyi doesn't like to let it loose, she prefers to take care of her hair. Even if it is a long ponytail, she has five different ways to tie it.

Although, in Lu Ming's opinion, there is no difference between these binding methods.

Tao Xinyi looked at him aggrievedly, and said softly, "Really? This hairstyle is very beautiful, please take a closer look."

I got up at five o'clock in the morning for this hairstyle, and you actually said it looked so good, how could it be like this... She looked at Lu Ming resentfully, lightly kicked his calf, and said, "Don't you think a ponytail is too long?" Is it simple?"

Lu Ming rubbed his forehead and said with a wry smile: "You don't have to care too much about my feelings, you can wear whatever hairstyle you like. I like them all. After all, you are good-looking, and you look good in everything."

Tao Xinyi nodded slightly, stroked her smooth and delicate cheek with her right hand, took out the small mirror and began to "appreciate the beauty".

It's all Lu Ming's fault. He always compliments me on my good looks, which makes me narcissistic.

Hey, I'm so pretty.The corner of Tao Xinyi's mouth couldn't stop rising, she poked Lu Ming's arm, and said softly, "Come closer. Come closer to me."

Although Lu Ming didn't know the reason, he looked at Xin Yi's side face and slowly approached her. He was dazzled by the pearl hairpin at the end of her hair.

The round pearls reflected the morning light, staring in Lu Ming's eyes, and the sparrows sitting on the branches outside the window watched the boy and girl getting closer, and flew away consciously.

Lu Ming stopped only 2cm away from Xin Yi's face, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Tao Xinyi turned her head suddenly, the tip of her nose touched his cheek, her heart felt hot, she kept blinking and said unnaturally: "Look in the mirror, we are in the mirror, come closer, we are in the same mirror."

"that is it……"

Lu Ming was a little disappointed and turned his head to look at the small mirror. He got so close just to look in the mirror. He had no interest in the mirror at all, but saw Xin Yi in the mirror blushing, looking at his side face in panic.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, like a seagull holding a fish in its mouth, happily, and said: "That's good."

Tao Xinyi nodded vigorously, reached out to push him away, and changed the subject abruptly: "I didn't wear sneakers or canvas shoes today. I wore small leather shoes with a heel, with a heel of 3 cm. After wearing it, I felt like I changed." Taller."

Lu Ming looked down and saw her feet stepping on the off-white floor. It seemed that the small leather shoes with heels made her calves look more slender.

Then, after looking at it with appreciation for a few seconds, he raised his head, took out the Chinese textbook from the desk, and looked through Song Lian's "Preface to the Delivery of Ma Sheng in Dongyang", which contained the sentence "It is as difficult as this for my hard work." He started to read in a low voice.

Tao Xinyi nodded agreeingly, and said softly, "It feels like this."

"You also know?" Lu Ming looked at her clear eyes, and knew that she was thinking differently from him, but it was normal, he sighed silently.The troubles of happiness have tasted too much, and it is also difficult.

The bell rang, and the voice of reading the text sounded in the classroom.

Zhao Mengpeng's loud voice can always cheer up those students who are trying to doze off in Chinese morning self-study.Lu Ming didn't recite "Being a Teacher" together with everyone, but silently read "Send Dongyang Horse's Life Preface".

He vaguely felt something hidden in the text.

On the bright side, there are crooked notes written by Lu Ming on that page of the text, and there are also scribbled illustrations. It seems that nothing can be seen, but there are too many illustrations on that page of the book.

It wasn't until I repeated the phrase "I was addicted to learning when I was young. My family was poor and I couldn't write books to read. I borrowed from the book collection house, took notes by hand, and paid them back in days." I remembered what happened at that time, and I remembered those dried watercolors.

When Lu Ming was a child, his parents forced him to take some interest classes.

At that time, what parents were talking about was cultivating hobbies. Although it cost money, Lu Guofu was urged to start working all night because of his desire for success.In the end, Lu Ming chose the watercolor that he was more interested in.

He also knew that his family was not rich, so he studied very seriously, and sometimes he would draw during class at school.

In the third grade of elementary school, the Chinese class began to teach "proposition composition", among which the topic "My Dream" often appeared.Ten-year-old Lu Ming wrote down his dream - to become a painter.

Later, Dad was sick several times, so he couldn't work too hard, and the dream was over.

Lu Ming, who was unable to continue learning painting, said in front of his parents, "You originally forced me to take hobby classes. I have no interest at all, but now I am relieved."

There are also two students in the class who are in the painting class. One learns sketching, and the other, like Lu Ming, learns watercolor.

Sometimes, Lu Ming envied them, but he could only envy them.

He also thought about self-study, but he didn't want his parents to find out that he was still thinking about painting and put it aside, and then the game occupied his mind and youth, and he forgot everything else.

Lu Ming looked at the textbooks full of paintings, and a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.

The real boy Lu Ming has disappeared. I am not him. I don’t want to be a painter. I haven’t drawn for many years. My hands can only type codes and write questions.

It is difficult to be a painter, that Van Gogh would die of poverty, it is difficult, so forget it, and do some work that can make money.

Lu Ming covered his eyes with his hands, raised the corners of his mouth, and said silently: "I have money, and I don't have to work anymore. It's impossible for me to work in this life." He took a black pen and started drawing in the textbook.

Although I don't have a watercolor pen, I can paint with a pen.

But after he drew a few strokes, he found that his paintings were so ugly that they were not as good as when he was eight years old.Lu Ming covered the ugly rose he had just painted with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "I used to draw beautiful pictures."

Tao Xinyi said softly: "Then, have you ever painted me?"

"No."

Tao Xinyi glared at him, and said leisurely: "Jack in "Titanic" has painted Ruth, but the painting is a little open. I don't want to be like that, so just like this, you can paint me. Just right, I combed it today. Fishtail braid."

(End of this chapter)