I got excited. I saw my ex-girlfriend sitting across from me on a blind date.

Chapter 59 Zhang Lan’s Obsession

"Hobby?"

Lin Zhengran frowned. Although he tried his best not to think about other places, this environment, this atmosphere, and this look in his eyes.

He tentatively said word by word: "Could it be that Teacher Zhang's hobby is to explore the mysteries of the human body?"

Zhang Lan continued: "It's an oil painting."

Lin Zhengran: "."

"Oil painting?" Lin Zhengran chuckled: "I see."

"Of course, otherwise why would I bring Teacher Lin here?" Zhang Lan's eyes were a little shy and confused: "As for what you just said about exploring the mysteries of the human body?"

"Haha, that's just the literal meaning. It's the same as the stuff in this art museum. Teacher Zhang understands art."

I didn’t say art ≠ I really didn’t say art.

Zhang Lan smiled: "Well, the senior is still more powerful, but I still can't fully understand some of his words."

It's best not to understand...
  Lin Zhengran: "But the hobby of oil painting is quite good! It is elegant and fits the image of Teacher Zhang."

"Although I like oil painting, my level is actually limited. I have been exploring painting techniques in my spare time, but there is always a thought that keeps me from moving forward."

I don’t understand what Teacher Zhang is saying.
  Zhang Lan looked at the art experience hall in front of him and said, "Let's go in and experience it. If two people come here together, they can experience it. The cost is not expensive."

"Oh, okay." He followed in without thinking much: "What is the experience here?"

"It's the process of making oil paintings. I thought that if I came to a place like this with my seniors, maybe the thoughts that have been suppressing me would disappear."

Zhang Lan opened the door and saw an extremely spacious hall decorated in a retro, luxurious, Western style.

There is a staff member standing at the entrance of the hall who looks like a conductor, and there are twenty or thirty art doors in the corridor not far from the hall, which look like there are many small rooms.

Lin Zhengran wondered why this hall was so luxurious? It's obviously a level higher than the previous one.

Zhang Lan walked up to the conductor: "We want a room."

The conductor glanced at the two people:
  "Our charge here is 699, and the time is unlimited. If there is any violation of regulations in the room, we will warn you and ban you permanently. We hope everyone has a heart to respect art."

Zhang Lan: "I understand."

The conductor made a gesture of invitation: "Then please pay here."

Zhang Lan took out his mobile phone and was about to pay, but Lin Zhengran said, "I'll do it this time! I originally said I was going to treat you to dinner, and I rode your car today, so I can't really spend a penny."

Zhang Lan hesitated and nodded.

"Then I'll pay the senior back another day. After all, this is considered extra consumption."

"Teacher Zhang is really too polite."

I feel a little strange when my title suddenly changes from Teacher Lin to Senior.

After Lin Zhengran paid, the conductor handed a key card to Lin Zhengran: "Your room is at No. 7."

"Number seven?"

Why do I feel like I'm renting a house?

Lin Zhengran asked the conductor: "What exactly is this place doing?"

Conductor: "The painting room."

"Painting room? Oh! I understand, I understand, thank you." Lin Zhengran walked forward with the smiling Zhang Lan:
  "So what Teacher Zhang just meant about appreciating the creative process was the painting room? It's indeed a good idea to kill time."

Zhang Lan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Lin Zhengran: "But I really didn't expect that Teacher Zhang Lan was the girl back then. After so many years of not seeing each other, you have really changed a lot."

"Although the senior doesn't remember me, I still haven't forgotten him, especially that month that I still remember until now."

Lin Zhengran used the room card to open the room, and after a ding-dong sound, he pushed the door open. He found that the room was not big, and could even be said to be small.

It's only about two square meters, and there are still a few oil paintings hanging on the walls of the room, as well as a room instructions for users.

There are two single stools, some paints and some drawing boards and paper in the room.

An air conditioner with heater on the wall was humming.

Disposable oil-proof cloths are attached to the walls and floors to prevent guests from accidentally splashing paint on the walls and to facilitate replacement.

Apart from that, there's nothing else, it's so clean. Lin Zhengran: “Don’t mention it, although the price is not cheap, it is really a good place if you want to calm down and create.”

Zhang Lan also inspected the environment: "It turns out this is what it looks like inside. It feels so clean."

"Teacher Zhang, is this your first time here too?"

"Well, this is also my first time entering a room in this hall."

Zhang Lan closed the door and locked it, while Lin Zhengran walked to the user instructions sign to check to avoid damaging anything.

But he didn't notice that Zhang Lan was standing at the door without moving, and her face turned red inexplicably:
  "Senior, I just said that I have a thought that has been weighing on me and preventing me from improving my creativity, so I want you to do me a favor today and solve the doubts in my mind."

Lin Zhengran glanced at her and continued to read the user instructions: "What doubts are there?"

Zhang Lan put her hand on the collar, bit her lip and slowly untied it without any hesitation.

The cowboy also slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

Place the clothes on the floor one by one.

Lin Zhengran was still staring at the instructions on the wall.

The first few are very common, just don't litter and don't damage the environment.

But there is a clause at the back that prohibits those behaviors, if the behavior is discovered or foreign objects are found in the trash can.

Guests will be permanently banned from entering the art gallery and will be permanently blocked.

what the hell is this
  "The rules here are really interesting." Lin Zhengran turned around and said, "Teacher Zhang, what did you just ask me to do for you? What kind of doubts could you solve?"

Lin Zhengran: "???"

It took him a long time to utter the last two words. He turned his head and his pupils dilated.

I was completely stunned by the scene before me.

Not far away, I saw Zhang Lan covering her shoulder with one hand and covering her lips with the other.

The blushing face was still full of tenderness at this moment.

The clothes had already fallen to the ground.

Be honest.

Zhang Lan's eyes like water slowly looked at Lin Zhengran: "Senior, can you draw a picture for me? An artistic photo."

Lin Zhengran couldn't describe his current thoughts.

Because the brain is completely blank, after all, it is not so outrageous for Han Wenwen to be tired of herself all day long!

"Etc., etc!"

Lin Zhengran took off his coat and walked over to put it on her: "Why is Teacher Zhang doing this?"

Zhang Lan blushed and lowered her head:
  "This is art, isn't it?"

"Art is art, but it's too artistic. Aren't you cold?"

"There is air conditioning, no. Senior, do you care whether I am cold or not?" Zhang Lan said softly:

"Listen to me first. The month my senior took care of me in junior high school completely changed me. It was the senior who taught me how to do various things and taught me to face myself. It was the senior who told me not to hold back my thoughts. In your heart, be brave enough to speak out.”

Zhang Lan took a deep breath:
  "Whether the senior meant it intentionally or not, it did influence me. I cut my hair, took off my glasses, and began to learn to express my thoughts. It was really useful! I later successfully entered the university I wanted to go to. Admitted to graduate school."

"Teacher Zhang is so awesome!" Lin Zhengran corrected: "But what does this have to do with the situation at this moment..."

Zhang Lan explained, her eyes sincere and without any impurities:

"Because... because I want to express my thoughts. I like oil painting, but every time I paint, an idea always pops up in my mind. It's the scene when the senior broke into the bathroom. I don't want to paint that painting. When I came out, I was always thinking about it.

Senior, please help me, draw a picture for me, maybe I won’t have this kind of obstacle again in the future! OK? "

She smiled softly: "As a reward, senior, if you want, you can keep this painting for yourself and look at it anytime, okay?"

Lin Zhengran: "?"

Zhang Lan lowered her head shyly, and there was murderous intent hidden in her ordinary words: "Of course, the premise is that you must not show it to others. Except for the seniors, whoever looks at it will die. I also have a sense of shame."

(End of this chapter)