The rest of my life will only draw you

Chapter 32
Seeing that the painting and models were involved again, He Hen was a little helpless.

But now...

Inconvenient to explain.

He wanted to send a few words to ease the tension between the two of them, but he couldn't find the right wording after deleting the words.

At this moment, another message popped up on his phone.
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Chang'e's Moon: Okay, when this topic comes up, Senior He, you just pretend to be dead.
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Chang'e's Moon: I've finished what I have to say, it's over, let's say goodbye.

He felt like this was something he would say before deleting someone.
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hh: Xiaotu, can you not delete me yet? -
hh: I have something to tell you.
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hh: Now... I'm a little clueless, can I stay for another day?
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Chang'e's Moon: What are you doing?Say something like this again...
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hh: I would like to stay another day.

The person on the opposite side was serious and persistent, Chen Xiaotu pouted, murmured a big pig's hoof in her heart, and still left a sentence in her hand, okay, then stay for another day, waiting for you to finish speaking.

He Hen received what he wanted, and quickly stood up.

Zhang Xing just watched him playing with his mobile phone with ever-changing expressions on his face, and now he stood up abruptly, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

"Well, someone sent me a message just now, and I'm going back."

"Oh, it's urgent, then you go back."

He Hen nodded, then strode away with long legs.

How to organize language, this is a... difficult thing.

Although it was difficult this time, He Hen didn't ask for help.

Because of this, he wanted to try it himself.

Because the sudden anticipation washed away the original sadness, Chen Xiaotu quickly collected her mood, wrote down the names of her paintings, and prepared to hand in this pile.

If you are sentenced to be under 60, you will be under 60, and it will be a big deal to rebuild.

After sorting out her homework, she began to read professional books.

But... when reading professional books, I can't be [-]% serious and focused.

Because, the heart is always so involuntarily separated a little to the mobile phone.

He Hen said to give him a day, if he has something to say, what will he say this time?

But... Speaking of which, who is He Hen?

Graduated from N University, foreign exchange student?A senior who graduated in previous sessions, a well-known painter?

Why does she feel a little familiar when so many famous names are stacked together?
Out of curiosity, Chen Xiaotu put down her book and searched for this person on the school forum.

If you don't search, you don't know.

……

This person is actually on the famous alumni list.

Chen Xiaotu glanced at the rainbow farts in the forum, and then turned off the phone.

It seems that Senior He is indeed a self-effacing person, and he evaluates himself as a well-known painter.

His attainments in art are already very high among the younger generation, even surpassing professors in some unique fields.

Chen Xiaotu thought, this person should be able to surpass the professor.

He is willing to sacrifice anything for his own inspiration.

A big guy can do such things as pretending to be a weak chicken and having a py online date with a female college student.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and in the evening, Chen Xiaotu went out to look for food.

On the way to the cafeteria, her cell phone rang.

look at the screen...

This turned out to be He Hen's QQ call.

It's still a phone call?
Chen Xiaotu hesitated for a while, but finally accepted.

As soon as he picked it up, he heard a voice crit.

"Little rabbit."

The clear and shallow snow wind, facing the hot summer, sprinkled on my heart.

It is very swaying.

　It's just a short story, well, it's going to be finished soon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)