Rebirth began in 2004

Anyway, it was still early. After dinner, Chen Wei followed Wang Ping to their current studio.

When going up the stairs, Chen Wei followed Wang Ping and kept looking at her.

Now Wang Ping's situation is becoming more and more attractive.

In terms of figure, she is even hotter than Yang Mengxiao!

Three points is too many, just one point!

Especially these slim-fitting jeans, which completely outline the curves of the hips and legs.

Wang Ping seemed to sense something, and couldn't help but look back at Chen Wei, and saw Chen Wei's unconcealed gaze.

It really hasn’t changed at all!

Also, if a man stops being lustful one day, there are only two possibilities: he will become a saint or he will die!

Obviously, it is impossible for Chen Wei to become a saint.

Wang Ping stopped deliberately and pretended to bend down to tie her shoelaces.

When Wang Ping stopped, Chen Wei almost hit him, but luckily he stopped.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This shape, like a peach, is really exciting.

Wang Ping tied her shoelaces again, glanced at Chen Wei, smiled, and continued walking up.

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the past. If he had been more proactive, wouldn't the person around him be him?

Unfortunately, time has no if.

Although Wang Ping has not met Chen Wei in the past two years, she still knows about Chen Wei's situation from Yang Mengxiao and silently follows him.

He is getting better and better!

The more outstanding Chen Wei becomes, the more Wang Ping cannot forget him.

How many times in the middle of the night have I dreamed of Chen Wei.

The studio consists of two classrooms. Chen Wei was surprised to find that the layout of the classrooms here is quite interesting. There is actually an office in the middle of the two classrooms.

This office and the two classrooms are connected by doors.

In other words, the teacher stepped out of the office and entered the classroom.

This design is so inhumane!

At this time, there were already several students sitting in the two classrooms starting to draw and copy.

Copying is also a good means of learning.

For example, when practicing calligraphy, we have to copy copybooks from famous writers, and the same goes for learning to draw.

First copy, and then form your own style.

There is no shortage of hard-working people anywhere!

Seeing Chen Wei and Wang Ping come in, some people turned their heads and glanced, while others were completely immersed in their own world.

Many paintings have been pasted on the walls of the classroom.

The paintings are all good, and the best ones look almost the same as those painted by Yang Mengxiao.

I wonder to what extent Yang Mengxiao’s level can be improved after the training camp?

"I drew this!"

Chen Wei looked to the side. This was a sketch of an old man.

"Nice painting!"

Chen Wei has no ability to appreciate paintings, but he can still tell whether his paintings are good or not.

Art is something that is pleasing to the eye or has a strong impact. Whether this impact is the impact of beauty or other impact, anyway, if it has these two feelings, it is basically a good thing.

As for whether it has value, and how much value?

It just depends on the hype.

The value of art has always been "priceless".

There is just no price, just wait and see!

The paintings drawn by a little kid can cost hundreds of thousands, which well exposes the essence.

Wang Ping couldn't help but smile when she heard Chen Wei's compliment: "Would you like me to draw a picture for you?"

Chen Wei smiled and shook his head: "I'll forget it. Maybe, when you are free, you can set up a stall in the square and help people draw for 30 yuan a piece."

Wang Ping snorted softly: "Thirty yuan is too little, I have to ask for fifty anyway!"

Fifty?

Chen Wei subconsciously glanced at Wang Ping's drawing.

Wang Ping raised her eyebrows slightly, what did he mean?

"Don't underestimate me. I painted this painting a few weeks ago, and now I'm better than this."

Chen Wei shrugged: "I'm not looking down on you, I'm just thinking that with the economic level of our orchestra, few people are willing to pay fifty yuan for you to paint."

Tan Minato

Will the price of a painting sold in Africa be the same as that sold in China?

If I want to set up a stall in Shanghai to paint portraits for people, many people will definitely be willing to give me fifty yuan.

But in the orchestra pit, this is a small county, and fifty yuan is a lot.

I didn't stand in the classroom, there were people drawing inside, and Chen Wei and Wang Ping were chatting inside, so naturally it wasn't good.

So the two went to the corridor outside to talk.

There's no one around, so it's convenient to whisper or something.

Wang Ping stared at Chen Wei carefully: "You have changed a lot!"

Chen Wei climbed on the balcony of the corridor. Standing here, he could see the neighborhood next to him. Several houses had lights on.

Hearing this, Chen Wei smiled and said: "You are the same. You are more beautiful than when you were in junior high school."

"How about compared with Yang Mengxiao?"

Chen Wei told the truth: "In terms of figure, you are better than Yang Mengxiao."

Wang Ping couldn't help but chuckle: "Finally there is something better than her. I thought that in your heart, I would be nothing compared to her!"

Chen Wei didn't look at Wang Ping, which made him angry: "I'm just telling the truth!"

Wang Ping hesitated for a moment and asked the question that had always been on her mind: "When I was in junior high school, if I confessed to you before Yang Mengxiao, would you accept it?"

Chen Wei pondered for a moment: "There is a high probability that you will. After all, you were very beautiful when you were in junior high school."

He raised his hand and looked at the time. Chen Wei had to go back.

Although Wang Ping still wants to talk to Chen Weiduo, time waits for no one!

Chen Weide is going back to school. There are evening classes today!

When Chen Wei left, he said: "Please contact me if nothing happens in the future."

Wang Ping: "If I send you a QQ message, you can't say no and I won't reply!"

"Don't worry, if you don't reply to anyone, you can't not reply to Miss Wang."

Wang Ping couldn't help but smile and watched Chen Wei disappear from sight for a long time before looking back.

In the following time, Chen Wei's life was quite stable.

Perhaps one change is to chat with Wang Ping a little more.

Normally, Chen Wei focuses entirely on his studies. It can be said that except for going to the toilet, he sits in the classroom reading books and doing questions.

At most, he was standing in the corridor, with a row of men standing in the corridor.

If a beautiful girl passes by, everyone will look at her and then look at each other and smile.

September has passed, October has also passed, and time has gradually come to December.

The weather is getting colder!

Chen Wei has already put on his down jacket. At this time, he has finished the new class and is in full review.

Finally, there is no need to take a listening test in English.

Because of the earthquake, some schools' listening equipment was damaged and they simply did not take the exam.

Anyway, it is a good thing for students.

For Chen Wei, the Model Examination is coming in a few days, and for Yang Mengxiao, the Joint Art Examination is also about to begin.

In the self-study class in the morning, Chen Wei sat in the classroom and concentrated on doing the questions. As a senior in high school, he just worked on the questions.

After doing as many questions as possible, you will have seen all types of questions, and each question is related to one or even several knowledge points.

After Chen Wei sees a test paper, he takes a quick look at many of the questions to see if he has any ideas for solving them.

If not, you will look at the topic carefully and think seriously.

There are very few questions on the test paper that can stump Chen Wei.

Thanks to his good memory now, Chen Wei feels that the more he uses his brain, the better it gets.

Many people lament that their senior year of high school was the peak of their IQ, and they felt like they knew everything and could solve any problem.

By the time I graduate from college, I won’t even be able to answer questions from the second grade of elementary school!

Suddenly, the classroom became quiet.

You know, during self-study classes, the classroom of Class 13 is not absolutely quiet.

Even if the teacher comes, it will still be like this.

Not being quiet does not mean that students are not studying, everyone is communicating with each other.

The sound of the heels hitting the ground resounded in the classroom.

Chen Wei couldn't help but raise his head in confusion. The female teacher in the class did not wear high heels.

Even Li Fei, who loves beauty, doesn’t wear it.

Usually you have to stand up to give a lecture. Isn’t it tiring to wear high heels?