Especially waiting for the vast crowd of people after school to walk out, Wan Changsheng and Du Wen both chose to lean aside slightly, with the look of the military parade, watching the postures of the students passing by.

Jia Huanhuan, who walked over, felt even more like an outsider.

Du Wen noticed it first than Wan Changsheng, and smiled and held hands.

The countless high school students who have been paying attention to them have to adjust the content of the gossip tonight.

Jia Huanhuan smiled a little bitterly: "What are you looking at?"

Wan Changsheng quickly explained the entire idea of ​​artistic creation, and Jia Huanhuan fell silent.

It was not until Du Wen changed into her new pajamas and started to take care of her facial care that she sat next to her in a daze and said, "What do you think I should do? I can't give Brother Changsheng to you."

Du Wen actually smiled: "I'm confused, that's right. In the past, you took everything for granted. There was still some money at home and her husband was natural, so you could get everything at your fingertips. You just need to put all your thoughts on Wan Wan, right?"

Jia Huanhuan nodded vigorously.

Du Wen also gave her some of her newly bought eye cream: "In this way, gently spread it along, rub it gently with her fingertips to let the skin absorb it naturally... I didn't say that your previous approach was wrong, but that was the idea of ​​an ordinary little woman. She went to work from 9 to 5, and after she had a child, her focus turned on the child. In addition to gradually losing herself and living for her husband and children, she gradually lost her ability to think, not even an individual."

Jia Huanhuan's expression was shocked, and no one had ever told her about this.

Du Wen simply started to rub her. Her gentle movements made Huanhuan close her eyes, and only she heard a rustling sound: "Everyone wants to live a carefree life, but in fact it is impossible. The more innocent he is, the more he relies on someone to protect and care, but what if he loses care one day? All the difficulties will rush forward."

Jia Huanhuan understood and whispered: "Brother Changsheng will not not protect me."

Du Wen smiled: "You only value him to have children and prepare three meals a day to do housework? This is also a kind of value, but it can be changed at any time. If you are tired of placing a hand, you can buy dumplings and dumplings in the supermarket. You may even spend money to hire a nanny to cook. The skills of maintaining the relationship between two people are not only fresh in their feelings, fresh in appearance, fresh in thinking, fresh in soul. In short, I have high requirements, but it is very consistent with me."

Jia Huanhuan whispered in a low voice: "What fit?"

Du Wen thought: "He is constantly improving himself, and we are constantly changing and improving, because we all want to perform better and don't want to be weak. For example, why are there so many bad peach blossoms between you and him? We didn't have them together when we were in Jiangzhou? Now you realize that I can isolate those suitors because they think you are not worthy..."

Jia Huanhuan really looked up, her eyes were about to shoot thousands of arrows at the same time!

Du Wen is not afraid: "The words are harsh, but the truth is that. They think that it will not last long with you. At least they will never be loyal to you, so they have the courage to harass you. But they don't have such confidence in me. Why would you rather seek my help than work hard to improve yourself and make others dare not take advantage of the situation?"

Jia Huanhuan clenched his little white teeth and said through the gaps: "I'm not guilty!"

Du Wen quickly cleaned up the last point: "Anyway, it's the reason. You are confused and thinking, which is a good thing. You have to find a solution to your worries after you have to give up. Some people choose to give up lazyly, and I will persevere in finding a way to solve it."

Jia Huanhuan's face also eased, and she looked at the beautiful and confident face in front of her.

It took a while before he spoke: "Thank you, I know you have no bad intentions."

Du Wen smiled sly: "You two have a engagement, so I'm going to have a bad guy. I know this very well, but in this kind of thing, everyone is selfish. I have met many outstanding people, which is really rare."

When he pulled away the velvet quilt and lay inside the quilt, Du Wen sighed: "You won't scratch my face at night, do you have never slept with someone like this."

Jia Huanhuan shook her head: "No, I don't have bad intentions."

Du Wen found a comfortable position on the pillow and patted the empty pillow next to it: "No one should love you naturally, nothing should belong to you naturally, you have to work hard, this is my motto, sleep, you may have to focus on your studies tomorrow, I have to start preparing to draw murals first, now I really like painting..."

Actually, I was still tired. I yawned a little and closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Leaving Jia Huanhuan's beautiful face, turning off the night lights until the dimmest, she could still vaguely see the white outline, and I don't know how long it took to stay and think about what she had been thinking about.

From the next day, Du Wen really stayed in the pergola.

She used chalk to roughly outline the character's position on the white wall, but inaccurate the image. She knew that she was still far from Wan Changsheng, so she mainly conceived the general dynamics and clothing colors of these more than a dozen characters.

She also searched for various student styles from ancient students to student outfits of the Republic of China, and before and after the reform and opening up on her mobile phone. In this regard, she was much ahead of Wan Changsheng.

At noon, Wan Changsheng came to see him almost only, and he just needed to draw the person. She asked Du Wen to go to dinner and she had to eat and sleep, so Wan Changsheng had to go to eat with Jia Huanhuan and brought it back to her. At this time, Huang Min, Fu Shiliang, Ding Xiaopeng and others had already surrounded many layers in the awning, and gave Du Wen advice, saying that the students of No. 2 Middle School stood more, but were all on the periphery.

Wan Changsheng came over and noticed that the gray-haired boy was also among them, squatting in the front row and watching very carefully.

Du Wen would not cover up the glory of Wan Changsheng. She wanted Wan Changsheng to soar into the sky. She smiled and took the packed lunch box, and then teased: "Show your skills to everyone."

Artists naturally followed Dudu to make a fuss. This was a common program when they were in the Damei training class.

Wan Changsheng was indeed comfortable. He was not showing off, but seeing the already messy wall, he couldn't help but want to do it. Dudu, what are you drawing?

Without Du Wen's chalk, I just took the pencil. The pencil was like his long-lasting line. I drew a boy wearing the school uniform today. A few long lines of strokes combined into the school uniform that everyone was accustomed to. I began to add details, a pullover hat with exposed collar, a review paper in my hand, and the most common glasses...

I'm afraid there are hundreds of people in front of the wall watching, and the art students are already accustomed to it, but they still hold their breath and concentrate. Most of them are trying their best to figure out the skills of Wanxian.

The students of No. 2 Middle School were completely stunned, and there were waves of uncontrollable amazement.

Everyone has learned some art in elementary and junior high school, but for the first time I saw such a professional master drawing figures.

Or the last time Wan Changsheng drew a blackboard newspaper, he was studying at night, and not many people witnessed it with their own eyes.

I finally saw it today.

Wan Changsheng, who picked up the pen, stood in front of the wall, just like the magic pen Ma Liang, which made people feel incredible.

He focused on painting, with his eyes frenzy, his arms scattered, his fingers soft, and he was so intoxicated that he seemed to be chanting some poems, but he had no extra movements, and he just devoted himself to the outline.

So when artists create, they really have the realm of forgetting characters. However, some of the performances were over-interpreted, writing calligraphy and painting ink and painting were too artificial, which ruined this impression.

When the image of that boy who is about the same height as Wan Changsheng appears on the wall, although it is just a monochrome pencil drawing, the person who is obsessed with it seems that he is a living person standing next to Wan Changsheng, walking absent-mindedly, and all his attention is placed on the book in his hand, making people want to pat his shoulders, and tell him that he should be careful and not fall.

Starting with the gray-haired boy, the students of No. 2 Middle School couldn't help but applaud and thank Wan Changsheng for his performance.
Chapter completed!