According to Kou Qiu's original idea, he wanted to draw his lover. However, although Xia Xinji and the general looked similar, their momentum were completely different. Kou Qiu hesitated for a while and had no choice, so he simply drew another person who had a deep influence on him.

That's right.

It's Lei Feng.

The teacher in the studio stared at the painting for a long time, then turned his eyes, thinking that this was another mischievous student's prank: "Who painted it?"

Kou Qiu stood up and said, "I drew it."

His expression was particularly serious.

"I think Comrade Lei Feng has a very good saying," he said, "Human life is limited, but serving the people is infinite. I want to devote my limited life to serving the people infinitely. This sentence has affected my life, so I drew him."

Full classroom people: "..."

If someone else is a different person, he may be called out to stand on the grounds of "deliberately making fun of the classroom atmosphere", but the original Meng Jiao is a typical good student. He loves art and has great talent in this area. He can use his brush as he wants as he is manipulating his fingers, and often stays in the studio for seven or eight hours.

His paintings are vivid and touching.

Most teachers prefer serious and good children. Now they see that they are really my love, and the words they have just prepared were blocked in their throats. After a long pause, he said dryly: "Wow, Student Meng is really aware of it, everyone should learn from him."

Classmates in the classroom: "????"

What's OK?

Kou Qiu proudly raised his chest.

After class, he went to the department store and proposed the watch that he had been interested in for a long time. The dial was inlaid with a circle of fine diamonds. He raised his arm and could see the broken diamonds reflecting wisps of light, dazzling and dazzling. The strap was a little loose, and Kou Qiu's wrist was fair and slender, so he could only hang it loosely, barely letting it fall.

Old Cadre Kou touched his hand and said nervously: [I am wearing a toilet in Beijing on my hand.]

【...】The system said, [a bit promising, and, can we change the metaphor that doesn't sound so timid?]

Kou Qiu changed his words obediently, [I was wearing more than 10,000 copies of the "Communist-Communist Manifesto" in my hand.]

system:【......】

Yes, this is Kou Qiu.

The summer wind is a little hot, and the branches and leaves are whistling. Kou Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly and waited for the bus under the bus stop. Several pairs of men and women were waiting. One of the young men had slightly long bangs, and the exposed skin was white. He stood beside him, fiddling with his cell phone from time to time impatiently.

"What are you doing?" Kou Qiu heard the other party mutter, "Will you come?"

The sun was even hotter. His skin was about to melt by the scorching sun. Kou Qiu felt that he had turned into a pool of soft butter. The car came one by one, and in the end, only Kou Qiu and the young man were left. He tried to hide in the little shade provided by the station sign and look at the direction of the car.

The system is still a little unwilling to do so, [Is it really given to him?]

Kou Qiu was still looking at the road surface and said casually: [This is the original owner's wish.]

This watch, which I spent half a year savings, sold paintings and worked, was actually a gift for Mu Xi. Kou Qiu was not willing to go against the original owner's only thought, so he decided to send it over.

Even a relationship that has never seen light before, it should have a complete ending.

He rubbed against the ground all the time, but suddenly felt that his feet were touching something that was rolling in. Kou Qiu hesitated for a while, then slowly lowered his head and looked at the thing that touched the edge of his shoes.

Bloody, round.

——That was a piece of finger rolling along the slope.

Kou Qiu: "...ah."

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The young man who was waiting for the car by his side had fallen silently at some point, his body was dull. His body was lying in a pool of blood, and a bright knife was inserted into his chest, but there were only two bare flesh-colored palms left on his arms.

All fingers are gone.

The system was really frightened by this sudden scene and was so crazy. At this time, the old cadre Kou was extremely calm and said: [What are your ghost names? Are you not used to watching in District 7?]

The system said: [But that's District 7, this is a civilized society!]

Kou Qiu explored the man's breath.

[Can't save it anymore] He immediately said, [Call the police.]

An hour later, Kou Qiu sat in the police station for the second time in his life. The police interrogated him were as incredible as he did, and repeatedly confirmed: "You heard nothing? You didn't notice anything?"

But this is true. When all this happened, Kou Qiu stood less than two meters away from the victim. In the same space, no trace was noticed. Even the surveillance video did not record any effective content. The young young man stood in the shadow of the bus stop sign and almost suddenly fell down, with no one around him. If it weren't for blood and fingers, no one would have realized that a murder occurred suddenly here.

The policeman who was taking the transcript inserted his finger into his hair with force and murmured: "The sixth one."

This is like a sensational urban story.

But murders happened one after another, and the case could not be solved, and the panic was getting heavier day by day. He pulled his hair in despair, and even felt that something unclean had been involved in the city.

"Wait," Kou Qiu suddenly remembered, "He seemed to be waiting for someone before, and he was always watching the time!"

The policeman was stunned, and then he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Tell me clearly?"

Kou Qiu said what he heard in the original form and suggested that the other party check the young young mobile phone, and hesitate to see what he said. When the police recorded all his words, they finally let him go, and said tactfully: "Why don't you wait, let's find someone to escort you back?"

Kou Qiu didn't understand his meaning yet, "I can go back by myself."

The policeman's eyes quickly rolled towards him and told the truth: "Hi, no, comrade. It's mainly because your appearance is the one that has happened the most recently..."

He looked at the transcript and asked again: "Are you a student of the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Kou Qiu nodded.

"That's right," the police said, "We have a new professor from the Academy of Fine Arts here - you have to go to class later, right? Let him send you back together, hey, here you come."

He looked at the person walking at the end of the corridor, and then shouted politely: "Teacher Zhuo."

The person who is called a teacher is actually not old, he should be only twenty-five or twenty-six. The young man looked cold and his snow-white shirt was tightly buttoned, and he tied it to the top button. His skin was cold and white, and the whole person seemed to be carved out of white jade, like a Buddha statue worshipped in the Buddhist temple, without any secularity that belongs to humans.

He stood in the shadow and said lightly: "Officer Wang."

"This is the teacher who was invited by our police station to help draw portraits recently," the police told Kou Qiu after explaining the situation. "Although I just returned from abroad, I am really amazing and I am still working in your Academy of Fine Arts. Maybe I will be your teacher in the future."

Old Cadre Kou respected his teachers very much and immediately shouted obediently: "Teacher Zhuo."

"Yes." The young man just turned his head and looked at him, then turned back and said, "Follow me."

He walked in front, Kou Qiu followed him and walked towards the parking lot.

The system looked at the man's cuffs and was a little unbelievable, [Isn't he hot?]

This is summer, burning summer!

But what's strange is that the man didn't even sweat at all, his shirt was refreshing and he couldn't see any clean stains. Kou Qiu followed him to the car and realized that the man was driving a white car, which was shining from the front to the rear, as if he had just asked him from a car wash shop.

He opened the car door and fell into a silence.

The car was covered with transparent plastic bags tightly, covering the entire stroller seat, and even the player in front was sealed.

What the hell?

Cleanliness??

The man glanced at him, "Can't you get in the car?"

"Oh, oh!" Kou Qiu immediately bent down and got into the car. He hesitated for a while, and tried his best to avoid all areas of the car, put it on his legs obediently, then looked at the nose and nose, and stared seriously in front of him.

The whole person is a well-behaved capital.jpg.

But in fact, Kou Qiu said quietly in his heart: [Azai, I think you don’t love me anymore.]

system:【......???】

It emphasizes: [This body is a party member.]

[Yes,] Old Cadre Kou sighed deeply and said sadly, [But he is in the art department...]

Which civil servant system will recruit art department!!!

system:【......】

Do you still want to be a civil servant in your relationship?

Yes, a few ks. This enlightenment is beyond the reach of the world.

[You said,] Kou Qiu, who was worried about his future, asked worriedly, [If I stayed here to draw a portrait, would they want me?]

The system said it did not want to talk to him and threw a portrait at him.

"Meng Jiao." Suddenly, Kou Qiu heard the teacher call his name.

He hurriedly straightened his back and subconsciously said, "You said?"

The young man's eyes were as dark as a washed glass stone. At this moment, he turned his head to look at him while waiting for the red light, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, his hands were placed on the steering wheel, and the hands that had been touching the brush for a long time were as beautiful as carved from a knife, and knocked on his head with his knuckles.

"You don't know?" he asked in Kou Qiu's eyes.

Kou Qiu couldn't understand anything at all, sat up straighter, and asked in a low voice: "What do you know..."

The man looked at him for a while, then calmly turned his eyes away.

Kou Qiu: "Meow Meow Meow?"

What is the situation?

"Yes," happened that the traffic lights turned from red to green, and the man restarted the car and said lightly, "You don't have that IQ."
To be continued...