Back To My Youth

The foundation of painting over the years was there, and I quickly found the feeling. I felt refreshed and no longer sleepy. I wrote small plaster statues of people there.

This is the basic skill of an art student. He has drawn too many pictures. With his eyes closed, he can remember where every line of a character's face and hair should be, and he can also remember clearly the shadows in different light.

He was so focused on drawing that he didn't stop writing until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and he was still a little unfinished.

Guo Jingyu felt that he had found a good way to study. If he could listen to it, he would try his best to listen. If he really couldn't listen, he would use this time to paint. In short, he could not delay.

He looked around the class, his eyes fell on the podium, he touched his chin and wondered, what a good model these are! After going to the studio, you will have to pay for models.

Guo Jingyu tried this for a day. He didn't make much progress in listening to the class, and he accumulated a small pile of drawings.

When evening came, the head teacher called Guo Jingyu to the office.

The head teacher of Class 7 had taught them before, and he obviously knew Guo Jingyu's name. After all, this guy was famous for everything except his studies. The head teacher sat there and looked at him for a while, and said in a gentle tone, "Jing Yu, I heard other teachers' reactions today. You were a little distracted in class, and you deserted?"

Guo Jingyu thought for a while, then said bluntly, "Teacher, I'm drawing in class."

The head teacher just wanted to teach a few words, when he heard Guo Jingyu say: "I plan to take an art exam and study art, you know, it's not easy for me to get stuck in the fast class with my grades, and I don't have the rest. How extravagant to think, I have seen the scores over the years, and according to my current situation, I can't go to any good schools, so I want to try another way."

The head teacher said: "Don't think that the art is good for the exam. There are not many schools and majors to choose from. After graduation, you need to think more about finding a job or something..."

Guo Jingyu said with a smile: "I know, don't worry, I won't mess around. You know what I usually do. I won't disturb the order of the class, I'll just learn for a while."

The head teacher thought for a while, and then said: "If you really want to learn art, you need your parents' signature and consent. In addition, you should pick up the professional teacher as soon as possible, and go to the studio to study hard."

Guo Jingyu nodded and agreed casually.

He didn't worry about studying art at all. He thought that his parents brought it up, especially Guo's mother, so he tried every means to get him to go to a good university. As for the professional course, which studio he airborne to, can only be said to be a blessing for that studio. He was a softie when he got the certificate back then, and the number of studio enrollments doubled the next year.

The head teacher is actually quite satisfied. After all, Guo Jingyu's performance is much better now than when he was a freshman in high school. As long as he doesn't make a fuss, he can just lie down on the table and draw some villains. Despite this thought, the routine education still has to be said, and while he was teaching, he heard someone shouting "report" at the door.

The head teacher looked up and saw the person coming in and smiled immediately, "Li Tongzhou? Come in, what's the matter?"

Li Tongzhou came over and said, "I'm here to get the test paper for the self-study class."

The head teacher snorted and quickly got up to look for him, "Blame me, I almost forgot, wait for me, this time your chemistry teacher left the paper."

There are still a lot of test papers, Li Tongzhou took half, and the remaining half asked the teacher if Guo Jingyu could help.

The class teacher just called over to raise a few words. After all, he is a sophomore in high school, and he is still in his own hands. He waved his hand and said, "Go, you all move back together, Li Tongzhou, your monitor should be responsible for the discipline of the class, and don't relax in the self-study class. ."

Li Tongzhou agreed and went back with the test paper.

Guo Jingyu walked side by side with him, bumped him lightly with his shoulder, and said with a low laugh, "Hey, squad leader, are you a rescuer who fell from the sky?"

Li Tongzhou said: "No."

Guo Jingyu lengthened his voice, glanced at him and deliberately teased him, "Oh—you came here specifically to find me?"

The bell of the self-study class just rang, Guo Jingyu looked at Li Tongzhou's side face, the other party said a word, and the voice just drowned in the bell, but you can guess what he said just by looking at the shape of his mouth.

He said yes.

The corners of Guo Jingyu's mouth couldn't help but turn up, as if he had eaten a mouthful of sweet longan, which was cold and sweet to the apex of his heart.

Life in the second year of high school slowly returned to the past after being divided into classes. It was tense and busy, but it also brought the unique calmness of the school.

On campus, you don't have to think about anything, you only need to think about one thing, which is the most distressing thing in the sky. Everyone's eyes are clear and pure. age, young and cute.

The school basketball team is still training two or three times a week, and Li Tongzhou is always there.

His scholarship was used to buy a pair of sports wristbands - he and Guo Jingyu didn't understand the same, Li Tongzhou bought a pair of white wristbands, four, and Guo Jingyu just got a pair separately.

Guo Jingyu led the team to run, Li Tongzhou was in the back, Guo Jingyu slowly moved to the end while shouting slogans and ran with him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Li Tongzhou seemed to have grown taller.

During training, the coach had them split into two teams to play against each other.

Guo Jingyu was in the first team, and Li Tongzhou was in the second team.