The Blind Date Went To the Wrong Room, But Was Confessed By the Other Party

Two days later, on the deserted island beach today, Fang Zheng woke up and yawned.

He removed the leaves covering his face. If the sun in the sky hadn't been shaded, it would have cooked him directly.

He opened his eyes dimly and looked around.

The students in the third grade and the fourth class were all out of fun, and they all hid under the trees and played backgammon with stones.

Only Yu Jing didn't know when he took the drawing board and moved to Fang Zheng's side, sitting under the coconut tree, earnestly.

She was still painting, and since the first night she was injured, the girl seemed to be more lazy to do other things.

No matter day or night, I have been drawing that piece of work ready to participate in the art competition.

The content of the painting is a little girl in a skirt, standing outside the store through a large glass, looking at the beautiful wedding dress in the store.

There was an empty wallet in the little girl's hand.

The artistic conception should be used to express longing, dreams, and reality.

However, it is mainly her perseverance that Fang Zheng admires a little, and ordinary people can't do painting from morning to night.

"Student Yu Jing, why don't you take a break, you've been drawing a lot these days."

Yu Jing sat next to Fang Zheng, and the two were a few positions away from each other. Yu Jing said, "I have painted a lot, but I just feel that there is something missing, and it is not as good as I imagined."

Fang Zheng glanced at Yu Jing's painting.

It's no different from what she was a month ago, it's just that the color tone has been slightly adjusted.

Fang Zheng leaned against the tree and said listlessly, "Would the teacher help you take a look? Give me some advice?"

Yu Jing nodded, and decisively handed the painting to Fang Zheng: "Okay, but Mr. Fang, don't you know how to paint?"

Fangzheng really didn't understand it before, but the reward the system gave him last time was mastery of art! Now his artistic level has not reached the peak, but at least it is at an upper level.

"Student Yu Jing, you underestimate the teacher and me! I didn't know it before, it's all pretending, otherwise you think I'm the person in charge of the art competition? I'm very good at drawing!"

Yu Jing didn't say anything, smiled and nodded: "I believe you."

Fangzheng exhaled a mouthful of foul breath,

Sitting upright, he said straightly, "Okay! Then I'll show you, your painting! Hmm..."

Countless art knowledge swept in, Fang Zheng frowned.

"It's really missing something..."

Yu Jing thought she was just talking casually, but she asked curiously, "What's missing?"

Fang Zheng thought about it and looked at the sea and beach in the distance. The sun was shining brightly, and the person who was shining had an urge to burn his life.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "There's a ray of light missing!"

"Light?" The girl was puzzled. "What do you mean, Teacher Fang?"

Fang Zheng stretched out his hand, "Brush." ​​Yu Jing handed him the paintbrush.

After the man took the pen, he dipped some white paint on Yu Jing's side, and then scribbled several lines from the upper right to the lower left of the drawing paper.

The white paint is like a few rays of white light from the sun.

After finishing it, Fang Zheng handed it to Yu Jing with satisfaction: "Look, do you feel the way you think?"

After Yu Jing took over the drawing, she thought deeply, and then her eyes slowly lit up!

Although Fangzheng only made a few strokes, the white sunlight has sublimated the artistic conception of the whole painting!

It is no longer so gloomy, but there is a little girl who is reborn from her cocoon, giving people a feeling of infinite hope.

Yu Jing was pleasantly surprised: "Amazing Teacher Fang! Why didn't I think of it before!"

"After all, it's your teacher and I, so I still have some skills."

Fang Zheng stared at the sky.

"My drawing is very sloppy, you can modify the light, and I will squint for a while."

Lying on the beach, he looked at the distance carefully, and suddenly felt that today's sky was really beautiful, with white clouds, blue sky and green water, and there was a touch of white on the sky.

Just like a painting "The Tempest" by the famous painter Picasso, the sky above that painting is also the same, with a touch of cloud white on the blue sky.

Such a picture can express the infinite tranquility brought by the sky before the arrival of a strong storm.

Contrastive painting.

But it is also a coincidence that Fangzheng remembered that Picasso did not expect a storm before he created the "Storm", and it was only after he finished painting that he discovered that once this kind of strangeness appeared in the sky...

Fangzheng muttered to himself without hesitation, but when he read this, the man's pupils widened and he realized something serious!

storm!

His whole body shuddered like an electric shock, and he sat up straight and stared at the sky carefully.

The eagle's eyes were opened, and the sky was quiet, but in a far away place, Fang Zheng saw a faint white light.

This means that there is a high probability that his judgment will not be wrong! There is really a storm coming!

It's just that the storm doesn't come today depending on the distance. Fang Zheng recalled the date of the storm after Picasso's painting.

About three days?

Wait, three days or so!

Fangzheng took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Today is the 9th. Fangzheng remembers that Jiang Xiyao's company has carefully prepared the business season for more than half a year.

If a temporary extraordinarily large storm hits suddenly that day, wouldn't the press conference of Jiang Damei be lost because of this accident!

At that time, coupled with a series of economic problems brought about by the storm, the Jiang Group may suffer even greater internal trauma.

Yu Jing on the side also saw Fang Zheng's sudden seriousness, and saw him staring at the sky hard.

Curiously asked: "Mr. Fang? What's wrong with you?"

Fang Zheng seemed to be asking her as if he was asking himself, and murmured, "Today is our first day on the desert island?!"

"It's the sixth day, and one more day tomorrow will be the seventh day."

Fangzheng turned his head and glanced at Yu Jing with a very serious expression: "You go to inform all the girls, I will inform the boys, let everyone gather, and go back today!"

Fang Zheng stood up, looking very anxious, but Yu Jing didn't understand: "Ah? Go back today? Why Teacher Fang? Didn't you pay for seven days?"

"It's going to be a storm, and it's a huge storm. I can't stay here, and I still have important things to do when I go back."

Fangzheng turned on the phone and still had no signal, and he didn't know if there was a notification on the news. If not, Dame Jiang might really suffer a big loss this time, so she had to tell her quickly.

Fang Zheng said and ran: "Hurry up and inform the classmates in Class 4 and ask them to gather quickly. I will contact the staff of the deserted island and ask them to pick us up today! Hurry up!"

Yu Jing knew that Teacher Fang never made big jokes, and looking at his expression just now, he was extremely serious.

He also put away the drawing board and quickly went to the group of girls to notify.