Chapter 562: Xueba girl conquers elegant professor 17
Accustomed to her brisk laughter like a silver bell, the quietness in the car made Hua Ditang uneasy.
He turned on the radio station, and the soothing music came out leisurely, but it was a classic golden song "Liang Zhu".
The blue silk continued to grow in Liang Zhu's lingering and sad tunes, and Shu Ange's words kept echoing in Hua Ditang's mind.
"It's better to be as good-looking as Mr. Hua, as talented as Mr. Hua, kind like Mr. Hua, good at chess, calligraphy and painting..."
Every word was like a feather, scratching lightly on Hua Ditang's heart.
She likes him, and the truth she accidentally sees makes him fall into a cocooning situation. It's hard to meet each other in love. She likes him, and he likes him, but the two of them are separated by mountains and seas.
Mountains and seas can be flat, how to chase time.
"Time can be chased, Mr. Hua, I like you!"
A playful and lovely voice suddenly sounded, as if she whispered in his ear, Hua Ditang shook his hands, and was at a loss to find that all this was his illusion.
The music continued, and the car stopped at the staff dormitory. Hua Ditang did not rush to get out of the car, but sat in the car, staring at the rearview mirror and muttering, "I like you too."
His voice was soft and shallow, blending into the twilight, and her sweet smile slowly disappeared from the back seat.
Bright lights poured down every corner of the house. Shu Ange stood up straight and concentrated on painting. She painted landscapes.
The plain white walls were illuminated with bright lights, and the ink, paper, and inkstones were neatly arranged. There were no mountains or water in front of her. The mountains and trees in her paintings were aura of aura, and the woodcutter who chopped wood seemed to come alive.
This is the true level of Shu Ange. She has a foundation comparable to that of famous artists, as well as an enviable aura.
Even the most demanding calligraphers and painters can't pick out the flaws in Shu Ange's paintings. She is like a carefully carved jade, about to bloom with a different brilliance.
Hua Ditang disappeared for another five days. During this period, he seldom contacted Shu Ange, even if the two lived very close together and could not walk for more than five minutes.
After the college entrance examination, Shu Ange received not only endless confessions, but also various classmates' reunions and invitations. She rejected almost all of them except Xie Shiyan.
Even the Xie Shiyan and Shu Ange did not participate in the next round of parties and carnivals after the meal.
The college entrance examination is over, and the results have not yet come out. Students who have just finished the college entrance examination usually use one carnival after another to eliminate anxiety.
Shu Ange is not anxious, as long as there are no accidents in the grades, she will probably become the top student in the provincial college entrance examination this time, the only difference is how much higher than the second place.
In terms of her experience, the title of the champion of the college entrance examination is not really an exciting event, it is not as good as Hua Ditang's confession.
I didn't see Hua Ditang for five days. When Shu Ange was bored, he drew Hua Ditang's portrait again.
This time, she drew him leaning against the car smoking a slump and **** appearance. Shu Ange put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and took out sketch paper and pencils.
Ink painting focuses on freehand brushwork, and sketching requires careful composition stroke by stroke. When a net was woven into the setting sun and enveloped Hua Ditang's slightly melancholy eyes, Shu Ange's heart beat faster again unsatisfactorily.
After painting the evening, it was time for lunch. Shu An sang to the kitchen and made some simple meals.
After eating, she sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, and tuned a random channel.
The college entrance examination has just passed, and it is still a news hotspot. The TV series are mostly dog-blooded soap operas. The more Shu Ange watched, the more boring he became.
"Jingle Bell--"
The phone rang suddenly, Shu Ange picked it up, and after lazily scanning the TV display, he immediately recovered.
"Hello, Mr. Hua."
Hua Ditang walked to the downstairs of Shu Ange, struggled and hesitated for a long time, and then pressed the phone. Unexpectedly, the other party connected in less than three seconds.
The energetic voice on the other end of the phone turned Hua Ditang's tangled heart into a touch of sweetness.
"Hello, are you at home? I'm downstairs from your house. I don't have class today. We can discuss selling calligraphy and painting first."
It was a very simple sentence, but Hua Ditang's mouth was dry, as if he was trying to cover up his unspeakable mind.
The phone hangs up with a snap, Hua Ditang looks a little dazed, and his heart seems to be pricked by a needle.
Is she rejecting him?
Hua Ditang, who never thought that he would be rejected, had a strong sense of frustration and loss.
"Mr. Hua, come up, where am I at home?"
Shu Ange stood on the balcony and waved warmly at Hua Ditang. After hearing her cheerful voice, his heart suddenly came from **** to heaven.
Under the sun, her black and beautiful hair was gently blown by the wind, revealing a smiling face, and her white and soft neck was like a delicate work of art.
Hua Ditang nodded and walked towards the stairs, her smile lingering in his mind.
If she rejects him, if she doesn't like him anymore, can he really accept it?
Hua Ditang unconsciously clenched his fists and tensed his body, like a restless little thin.
In his life, this was a very unfamiliar emotion. On every step, her sweet smile appeared, and even on the walls, she looked like she was flying freely during the morning run.
If you go upstairs and tell her that he likes her too, will this kind of life be more interesting?
"I'm here, Mr. Hua, hurry up."
Shu Ange leaned on the railing and leaned over to greet Hua Ditang. He frowned and said, "Dangerous, don't lie on the railing."
Obviously, Shu Ange didn't mean to listen to him. After Hua Ditang reached the third floor, he reached out and grabbed Shu Ange's shoulder and pulled her back.
Shu Ange stuck out his tongue, opened the door, and said happily: "Mr. Hua, I have nothing to do these days and drew two paintings, you can take a look. By the way, I also drew your sketches, I think I don't want to take a look."
She drew his sketch, Hua Ditang let go of Shu Ange's arm, and his heart was filled with joy again.
"Um."
He responded lightly and closed the door.
Shu Ange unfolded the scroll, his thick eyelashes were slightly raised, he stood on tiptoe and leaned on the table to wait for Hua Ditang's praise.
This is a light ink landscape painting, full of aura, the picture is majestic, the color and ink are blended, and the ink color is elegant.
Hua Ditang's eyes moved on the scroll, the mountains and mountains stacked up in the floating clouds, the villages in the distance were hidden in the twilight, the cold rocks and creeks with dead trees, and the presence or absence of the scenery showed a different style.
"Very good, bright and elegant, ethereal and simple, your paintings are very good."
When it comes to the appreciation of calligraphy and painting, Shu Ange can be Hua Ditang's master, but the feeling of being praised by him makes her ecstatic.
"And this picture "Koi Peach Blossoms and Clouds", the name I named it, does it look good?"
(Meow It is also a kind of happiness to be with the person you like and enjoy the paintings together)