Back To My Youth

Li Tongzhou followed him, and after a while he suddenly whispered, "I checked the Internet, and the money is to be kept by someone..."

Only then did Guo Jingyu understand. He said why Li Tongzhou was going to give him money when he came to him today, and he couldn't help laughing and crying: "No, you can put the money together when you live together in the future, but you don't need it now." He was afraid of attacking Li Tongzhou's enthusiasm. He added, "If I'm missing anything, I'll ask you for it."

Li Tongzhou nodded, "Okay."

When queuing up to buy sugar-fried chestnuts, Guo Jingyu gave him the ten dollars just now. Li Tongzhou bought a pack and took it back for him to eat. Guo Jingyu peeled one and gave it to him first. I also ate one. It is soft and sweet, and it is good to eat this when the weather is slightly cooler.

The two walked around the night market for a while, Guo Jingyu picked a lamp and went back, Li Tongzhou bought him so many counseling books, he had no time during the day, and he had to work harder at night.

After the tour, they went back to the studio together.

As soon as I entered, I heard a voice of joking, mixed with a girl's whispered exclamation, and the voice sounded familiar.

Guo Jingyu pushed open the door of the studio. Because of the weekend, the access control time was later in the evening. Many students in the studio went out to go shopping. Most of the students who stayed were students from Chengnan No. 1 Middle School. Fan Jiali will call the name in person and ask everyone to sign in.

The students sitting around in the sketching classroom downstairs were gathered under a bright light, and they were surrounded by people, and they couldn't see what was going on inside.

Guo Jingyu was curious and asked, "Where are you in Gān?"

A classmate next to him saw him and immediately said, "Jingyu, are you back? Just in time, they are 'invite the pen fairy', do you want to come together?"

In the past two years, there have been many scenes of this in horror movies, and it was very popular for a while. Guo Jingyu's scalp tingled when he heard it. He was not afraid at first, but now it is not the same. He immediately shook his head and said, "I don't play. These, you can accept them as soon as you see them, don't touch these things, they are very evil."

The classmate said: "Not everyone can do it. We can invite only one person from our class, and everyone will line up to ask questions with him!"

Guo Jingyu: "What did you all ask?"

The classmate rubbed his hands together and said a little excitedly, "I want to ask which university I can get into!"

Guo Jingyu: "..."

Today's children are really pure-hearted.

Guo Jingyu sighed and turned down their warm invitation. He looked around and asked, "Have you seen Song Zhuoran?"

The other party said, "Oh, are you going to interview that person for the school newspaper today? He stayed here all morning and went out with our monitor in the afternoon. It seems that he has to go nearby to take pictures and collect materials, but he hasn't come back yet."

Guo Jingyu was surprised: "Fan Jiali went out with him?"

"Yeah, two boys and one girl went, and the party secretary and propaganda committee members of the class went with them."

Guo Jingyu was delighted, this is really Song Zhuoran's consistent style.

He didn't stay here much, and took Li Tongzhou upstairs.

Upstairs, the learning atmosphere is stronger. A few students are still painting at night. Taking advantage of the lack of people, they set up the stage and sat close to painting still life gouache.

Guo Jingyu was well-liked. After he came in, the classmates saw him and called out "Little Teacher". A classmate just came back from buying a meal and asked him if he wanted to eat together.

Guo Jingyu smiled and waved his hand: "You guys eat it, I just ate it."

Li Tongzhou came to the studio for training for the first time, and he looked at it while walking, and asked him in a low voice from time to time.

Guo Jingyu explained to him: "It's the same as taking a culture class in school. If the progress is slow, you will copy books, and if you are fast, you will directly draw still lifes or people... You mean the skull on the shelf? Of course it's fake, How could it be possible to use it for us, hahaha!" After laughing, he leaned into Li Tongzhou's ear and whispered, "But like medical students, we really want to see the human body. A few girls were timid and cried in fear."

Li Tongzhou had a different focus and asked him, "Where to look?"

"Medical school, it's almost the same as when their medical students are in class. To draw well, you have to really see it, the texture of the muscles, the position of the bones and so on."

Li Tongzhou was too rational, so he talked a few words with him, and was more concerned about their learning methods.

Guo Jingyu couldn't scare him, so he stopped after a few words of teasing.

The studio upstairs has a large space, and there are few people here. Only half of the lights are turned on. The still life table under the light looks lonely. There are rows of easels scattered around, with different heights. There are also folding buckets and spread out in the corridor. paint box.

Guo Jingyu originally just wanted to bring him over to have a look. On the weekends, the classmates probably wanted to play, and they hadn't cleaned it yet. The easels were half-painted. People like Li Tongzhou, who were a little bit nerdy, probably wouldn't be able to stay. how long.

But Li Tongzhou only asked which one belonged to him, walked over to take a look, and then began to bend over to help him pack the paint box.

Guo Jingyu stopped him and said, "You have been busy for several days, so you don't need to clean it up for me, I'll do it tomorrow..."

Li Tongzhou said: "Tomorrow the paint will be gone, I will help you."

He patiently cleaned every color in the paint box. If the paintbrush was accidentally mixed in, he picked it out with a scraper. The box and palette were also wiped with paper towels. They were neat and tidy, as if they had just been filled with paint. Same time.