Years of painting GL

Chapter 22 Bottleneck

The bell after school is calm, soft and soothing, like a breeze caressing the hearts of the students.

The classroom, which had been silent for a whole day, resumed its usual hustle and bustle.Joy and liveliness seemed to return to their faces instantly with the bell after class.

That's right! This is our great art students.

The red hair stretched, let out a moan of pleasure, and poked his hands on the face of the squad leader behind him.

The squad leader blushed a little, stepped back, and stretched out his hand to push Hongmao's hand away.

The red hair turned around, looked at the class monitor with a mean smile, and showed his big white teeth, "Today is over again, day after day, when will it be the end!" The crappy sentence was accompanied by a pretentious exclamation.

The squad leader said it was simply unbearable.

Hongmao wanted to say something else, he hadn't exhausted the one hundred ways he had prepared to moles the squad leader.Suddenly, his long mouth stopped, he poked the squad leader, and pointed in the direction of Xia Yu.

The team raised his head and gave him a blank look, "What kind of moth are you, red haired man?" ' Then he turned his head upright and looked in the direction of his fingers.

Xia Yu was still sitting in her seat, drawing like no one else was around, completely immersed in her own world without being disturbed by the noise around her.

'I can't go, I'm going to close the door. The classmate who locked the door held a schoolbag in one hand and a drawing board in the other, poked out half of his face to look in, and said angrily.

In just a few short minutes, the little students put away their schoolbags and drawing materials at lightning speed and squeezed out the classroom door one after another, rushing to the warm bed at home. After a long day of exhaustion, they can finally Take a good rest, they all think so.

The huge classroom was empty, only Shen Chai, who was concentrating on painting, and the passionate red hair and helpless class monitor who stretched his neck while sighing, were watching from the sidelines.

The red hair was about to explode when he heard it, and a nameless fire surged in his heart, rushing towards the door.

The squad leader stopped him 'well, you go first.Let's close the door.I'm sorry. 'The squad leader said softly to the students at the door, his words were full of apology and helplessness.

'You lock it, see you tomorrow. 'The classmate who locked the door was full of complaints, but he couldn't speak to the monitor's attitude, so he hurried home.

The squad leader ignored Hongmao's eyes that turned from anger to mourning in an instant, and approached Xiayu.In fact, what Xia Yu loves has nothing to do with him, he shouldn't care about it, but at the moment he just wants to take Hongmao home as soon as possible.He doesn't care, but he knows that if he doesn't ask clearly, the curious baby red-haired student will never go home obediently.

"Student Xia Yu, aren't you going home?" The squad leader obviously looked down at Xia Yu, but still felt an inexplicable sense of insignificance.He speaks in a polite, distant voice that is recognizable.

Xia Yu drew a few more strokes, grabbed the paper from the shelf, and tore it to pieces.Only then did he slowly raise his head, looking at the squad leader with empty eyes.He looked horrified.She slowly came back to her senses, looked at the monitor in front of her, looked at the waste paper all over the floor, her eyes were full of apology, "I'm sorry, I may have to draw for a while, and I won't go home for a while. '

After getting Xia Yu's answer, the squad leader didn't say anything, he didn't care about it.He turned his head and looked at the red hair not far away, his eyes were full of indescribable doting.

'You are so good at drawing, you are not allowed to draw again.How do you let us live. 'Hearing Xia Yu's answer, Hong Mao exploded.

'I have encountered some trouble, I must deal with it, you go back first. Xia Yu lowered her head again and began to draw silently, not caring about the other two living people in the classroom, and not caring whether her answer was wrong or not.

"If you don't leave, I won't leave. Let's see who is afraid of whom!" Hongmao acted like an angry child, found a stool and sat down, ready to fight a protracted battle.

His emotions, in fact, only a very small part are anger.He just had the red scarf syndrome again, and he was worried that Xia Yu would continue to paint like this, so he wanted to use this method to force her to go home. He knew that this method was the most useful for Xia Yu.

The squad leader looked at Hongmao helplessly, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking of a way to bring the children home.

He glanced over and suddenly saw a figure at the door.He took a closer look, and if he remembered correctly, that person should be Xia Yu's sister.

Shen Chai nodded to Hongmao and the monitor in the classroom.

The squad leader found a savior in an instant, he glanced at Shen Chai gratefully, and smiled politely at her.He turned back and took Hongmao's hand, and led him to go out, "Let's go, my sister is here, it's not good for us to be here." '

Only then did Hong Mao find Shen Chai standing at the door, and he was puzzled for a while.Then I contacted what the squad leader said just now, and suddenly remembered something.He was led out of the classroom by the monitor.

'Let's go, goodbye. When the squad leader passed by the door, he spoke slowly.Hong Mao also echoed the squad leader in a daze.

'Um. Shen Chai's attention was almost entirely attracted by Xia Yu, who was sitting in the middle of the classroom and concentrating on painting, and she had no intention of responding to the monitor's farewell.

The incandescent lamp was shining cold and dazzling light, and she was sitting in the center of the light source, holding a pen, arrogant and arrogant.Next to the high chair, there are shreds of paper piled up all over the floor.At first glance, she seems to be the king who controls the world.

However, if you look closely, it's not as it seems.The girl sometimes frowned, and sometimes her face was calm.I can't see a trace of the usual joy that should be there.

At some point, Shen Chai had already walked behind Xia Yu.The high-heeled shoes made no sound.Xia Yu was still immersed in her own world, and did not feel Shen Chai's arrival at all.

Shen Chai felt something was wrong, the Xia Yu she knew didn't know how to draw like this.Even though she is usually unsmiling, she can't hide her excitement and joy when painting.However, there is nothing now, just like a pool of stagnant water, sometimes the breeze blows, and there are some unintentional waves on the dead water.

She thought for a while, stretched out her hand gently, and covered Xia Yu's eyes from behind.

On the tired and swollen eyes, I suddenly felt a pleasant coolness and relief.Xia Yu trembled, followed by darkness.It was not tightly covered, it was a pair of extremely delicate hands, and a faint light shone through the seams of the hands, allowing Xia Yu to see clearly the scars on the fingers that were out of place on the white jade-like fingers.

'Guess who I am. ' Shen Chai lowered her voice, pretending to be mysterious.

It's Shen Chai, it's her.

Tiredness and anxiety were swept away, leaving only a touch of gentleness and clarity.A sweet smile spread across Xia Yu's face.

'Sister Shen, you are here. 'The faint tone was stained with a smile, and became sweet and delicate.

'Hey, it's not fun, you guessed it again. Shen Chai had a helpless and playful face, like a child who was caught playing tricks on the spot.

Through the thin hair curtain beside her ears, Shen Chai clearly saw the real smile on Xia Yu's face, and she was relieved.Well, that Xia Yu has come back.

'What happened to you just now, so strange. ' she asked with feigned ease, sounding like a complaint whispered in her lover's ear.Under the plaintive words, the most genuine worries and concerns are concealed.

Xia Yu turned her head to look at Shen Chai, and seeing that there was no doubt on her face, she turned her head away in relief.

She hesitated for a moment.Only then began to persuade myself.Let's talk, Sister Shen is not someone else, so there's no need to hide it from her, she understands, she understands everything.Besides, she is the one you love.Xia Yu said to herself silently in her heart.

Xia Yu lowered her head, and then spoke slowly, with a very heavy tone, the smile just now had disappeared without a trace. 'I have encountered some troubles... I often feel that I can't paint well, but I can't paint better...It feels like the feeling slips from my fingertips in an instant...It feels like being abandoned... ..I feel like I can't draw anymore...'

Shen Chai's raised heart was relieved again.She tried her best to suppress her smile, hey, what's the matter.

When she was painting, this feeling was always with her, like eating.She smiled helplessly. Her girl was probably spoiled by talent since she was a child. She has never met her before, so she is so rare.

I thought so in my heart, but another kind of emotion slowly rose in my heart.It should be very difficult for Xia Yu, who is extremely proud of painting, to say this, even more difficult than death.Or if it wasn't for her, it would be impossible to say it at all.Xia Yu didn't tell her teacher or her classmates, but she told herself.It shows her trust and attachment to herself.

She calmed down and restrained her emotions just now.With a gentle tone, he said slowly, "This is normal, and every person who takes painting as a hobby will encounter it."Whether it is a genius or an idiot, one day they will have to face it.It's just the difference between more and less and late and early. '

'Don't worry, it will be over soon.Inspiration and touch will always come back.What belongs to you, no one can take it away.So please don't doubt yourself, and don't say anything like 'I can't draw anymore'. If you still doubt yourself..." She said, paused, and pulled out Xia Yu's dozens of paintings from her bag.Handed it to Xia Yu.

'Look, let's talk. '

Xia Yu took the paintings and looked at them one by one.From the first one, she recognized her own paintings at a glance.She flipped through a few pictures, and looked at Shen Chai with a confused face, why did she show her this, this is her own painting, what's the use of looking at this.

With a faint smile on Shen Chai's face, she didn't speak, and motioned Xia Yu to continue watching.

She had no choice but to hold her own paintings and flip through them one by one.It's a sketch, all sketches of her painting Shen Chai.

Looking at these paintings, she seemed to have revisited her heart, and revisited her growing feelings for Shen Chai from shallow to deep.It was originally as plain as water, but it got out of control at some point.A warm feeling rose in her heart.

'You haven't appreciated your own works like this before, I mean many pieces put together like this. '

In fact, both of them knew that the point was not here, but no one said it.Because they know each other well.

Xia Yu shook her head lightly, but she seemed to have understood something, but she seemed to have understood nothing.

She turned her head and looked up at Shen Chai with hazy eyes.Look at the faint smile on her handsome face.

No matter what she thinks, how she paints, those things, those things she loves, will never change.

If you can’t draw well, as long as you keep on drawing, you will be able to draw well.

Her affection for Huahua, just like her affection for Shen Chai, cannot be let go no matter what.

'Okay, let's draw another one. "Shen Chai supported the stool and turned in front of Xia Yu. She searched Xia Yu's pencil case with her eyes, took out a pencil that was sharpened just right, and handed it to Xia Yu. Xia Yu looked up at her. With one glance, he took it. 'Draw it, I sacrificed myself to be your model, you have to draw well. 'She sat on the table with her hands up, her legs raised high on the table.

Xia Yu, who came back to his senses, hastily picked up the brush and began to draw.

'Draw quickly, I can't sit still for long. Shen Chai sat down, but kept urging her.Her tone was frivolous, and her lips curled up in a handsome arc.

Fine beads of sweat emerged from Xia Yu's forehead.She has been painting for more than ten years, and she has never had such an urgent and passionate emotion.

It has always been a steady flow of water, flat and light.This also directly created her character, neither tepid nor impatient.

This is also the reason why she encountered difficulties this time. She didn't notice it, but Shen Chai saw it at a glance.

She has her obsession and her enthusiasm.She regards painting as her life, she has that fanatical desire for expression, but something is still missing.

At the same time, she is extremely pursuing perfection in her world, but sometimes, she is still a little less tactful.How should I put it, she is pursuing her so-called perfection excessively and rigidly.

Although this pursuit of purity is not a bad thing.However, when something is not suitable, it can really destroy her.

That is, these few short strokes, a simple and smooth outline.She picked up the eraser from the table, Shen Chai raised her hand, and knocked off the eraser she had just picked up.The action, which was neither light nor heavy, completely startled her.At this time, Shen Chai stood up, and the high heels landed on the ground, making a crisp sound, "Don't wipe them off." 'The voice seemed to hit Xia Yu's heart.

Not knowing why, Xia Yu put down the eraser tremblingly.She turned her hand and tore off the paper from the notebook, and when she was about to tear it off, Shen Chai stopped her.This prevents a good painting from turning into trash.

She reached out and snatched the painting from Xia Yu's hand.He also took away the pen in her hand and put it back into the pen case.Putting away the bag in three twitches, he dragged Xia Yu out of the classroom.

'From now on, no matter how you paint, don't rub or tear it.Let's talk about it when you understand. '

Xia Yu raised her head and looked at Shen Chai in a daze.

Shen Chai couldn't help laughing, stopped in her tracks, patted Xia Yu's head lightly, then lifted her chin, looked at her dark pupils in the night, and said softly, "You are too serious." '

There are some truths, I can't say, only you can comprehend them yourself.

'There's nothing wrong with being serious, it's just that you're too serious. '

Xia Yu looked into Shen Chai's eyes in confusion, but she could only see the bottomless darkness, and there was nothing but affection.

'Let's go. 'She led the confused Xia Yu through the watery night and walked towards home.

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