The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 630
Finally, after school, he couldn't bear to go to the school's studio.

It's a gathering place for art students.

They will all enter the Academy of Fine Arts in the future, and they will be free to paint the landscapes and figures they want to paint.

In the unique smell of paint and drawing paper, Wen Lueyan couldn't help putting down his schoolbag, and found a seat to sit down.

Holding the pencil again he could almost hear the sigh from the soul.

It was as if every cell was flowed by a small amount of water, and then each cell was stretched out deeply with a groan, which was extremely comfortable.

It is a temporary liberation from the soul that has been restrained for a long time.

The pen tip moved on the snow-white drawing paper, from being slightly blocked at the beginning, to moving like clouds and flowing water later, the slight rustling sound was like the sound of heaven in his ears.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but the boy didn't know it.

He is sitting here, just like every ordinary art student.

This allowed him to temporarily have an illusory sense of happiness.

However, this happiness did not last until the end.

After waiting at home for a long time, I called to ask the teacher again, and finally the mother who hurried to the school stood behind him expressionlessly and called his name, the bubble burst.

The rustling stopped.

His pen tip left a sudden black spot on the drawing paper, focusing his gaze.

The boy stared at the black spot firmly.

Unsightly, inconsistent, black dots that destroy everything.

His throat moved violently.

The mother's serious and rigid voice came from behind again.

"Wen slightly."

The art students around him looked at him strangely.

Wen Lueyan finally moved slowly, like a robot, slowly took off the drawing paper, and picked up the schoolbag that was put aside.

The movements are so stiff that one suspects that a clicking sound can be heard when one gets close.

But no, in the end everyone only saw the boy who lowered his head and wanted to go out, but his mother snatched the drawing paper with a blank expression.

Then without even looking at it, it crumpled up and threw it on the ground.

"Let's go."

she says.

She walked out first.

The young man glanced at the ball of paper on the ground blankly, clenched his hand holding the schoolbag slightly, trembled and then let go.

He also left.

The art students in the back looked at each other, and then started talking with each other.

"Isn't that from the art class? His mother looks so fierce."

"You don't know? That's Wen Lueyan from Class [-], Senior Three, the perverted No. [-] in Wannian. Oh, he got second in the last exam, but the real Wannian No. [-] is so happy."

"Why did he come to the studio?"

"I heard that he was an art student before? He even won a grand prize in the city."

"What's the situation with his mother? Even if the painting is not allowed, it doesn't need to be destroyed, right?"

Someone couldn't help but walked over to pick up the ball of paper on the ground, spreading it carefully while thinking,

"Let me take a look at the paintings of the senior high school students... oh my god!"

The unfinished words turned a corner in his mouth and turned into scattered exclamations.

He stared dumbfounded at the crumpled drawing paper.

Soon other people gathered around curiously.

So everyone was stunned.

Even if the paper is crumpled, it can't hide the excessive excellence of this painting.

Clumps of gray thorns spread across the entire paper, and bloody birds trying to break free from the thorns.

In the gray sky, the dark clouds stretched to the end, and from the depths of the layers of shadows, there was a thin, golden light, and only this vague halo illuminated half of the bird's wings.

Those rotting feathers, and drops of blood.

Those eyes that reflected the light and also reflected the boundless dark clouds.

It doesn't need a sound, but people can hear the heart-piercing whine from its weak body.

(End of this chapter)