Ye Qiaolu left the classroom.

There was a wind outside, and a few leaves fell. The wind rolled up the broken leaves underground and floated to her feet. Her skirt danced in the wind.

She looked up at the dark sky and walked forward quickly.

The thunder sounded again.

It's afraid it's a heavy rain.

Ye Qiaolu ran away. She was upset and had known that she would have left with Ye Jing.

Calculate the time, he probably has arrived home.

The reason why she stayed was not just because she wanted to be staggered with him, but mainly because there was a design problem that made her hesitate.

Although the villa is small in size, the space changes a lot, and is one of the body shapes that best reflect the architectural trend. The homework assigned by the teacher is complex and has several slopes. This makes the students' design concepts more diverse.

Ye Qiaolu considers a split-level villa, which can not only take advantage of the height difference of the terrain, but also enrich the building space.

As a linkage element of vertical traffic, the villa staircase is particularly important for the establishment of a spatial sequence. She has been drawing the staircase tonight, but it has not been completed until she leaves.

The wind is getting stronger and the osmanthus is fragrant on the school road.

The petals paused gently on her shoulders and then landed on the ground while she ran.

The students on the road were all in a hurry.

Ye Qiaolu raised her hand to look at her watch, hoping that the heavy rain would arrive later.

Her running steps echoed on the road.

After leaving the school gate, the food street that passed by the fork was lighted and was very lively. When I saw Lin Zeyue, the shop closed early. At this time, there was no one on the road.

The next moment, the rain came.

Ye Qiaolu stopped and gasped slightly.

She opened the umbrella.

From raindrops to heavy rain, in just one minute, no matter how bright the street lights are, they cannot illuminate the road washed by the rain. The sand and gravel on the road are rolled up by the rain and flow towards the drainage well.

The wind was strong and the rain was heavy, and her skirt was mostly wet. She hurried to hide in the direction of the store.

Halfway through the walk, I saw a figure under the awning in the store. She was slender and tall.

Although the rain blocked some view, she was extremely familiar with the person and exclaimed, "Ye Jing, why are you here?"

Ye Jing looked at the rain in front of him. The umbrella in his hand was dry.

Ye Qiaolu walked up the steps and put away the umbrella. The soaked umbrella surface kept dripping. She tilted the broken hair in front of her forehead, "Didn't you go back early?"

He didn't say anything.

She looked at him strangely, and looked at the heavy rain along his gaze. "I thought you were taking a hot bath at home. The thunder was so loud just now."

Ye Jing withdrew his gaze and turned to look at her, "I know why it rained so late."

"When you walked, I thought of a stair arrangement and wanted to finish it before walking." Ye Qiaolu explained: "It's a pity that the idea was wrong. The stairs couldn't run up to the second floor." The net width of the stairs, the width and height of the steps were specified. In her space conversion, the length, width and height of the stairs needed to be carefully calculated.

Her current plan is difficult to arrange the stairs.

Ye Qiaolu thought about the plan of the villa. Combined with the height difference of the terrain, she moved the partition walls of the living room and the bedroom in her mind. "Yejiu, I'll show you the plan tonight, and you can give me some advice."

Ye Diameter agreed.

To show fairness, she said, "If you have any problems, you can ask me, let's talk to each other."

He nodded.

The sound of heavy rain even covered the noise on the food street.

After more than ten minutes, the heavy rain gradually became lighter.

Ye Jing said, "Let's go."

She followed him as she said.

The two figures under the street lights are two feet apart.

The noise on the other side of the food street was far away and the rain stopped.

The road was very quiet, with rich short bushes on both sides. The lush leaves were covered with black balls.

Ye Qiaolu had never felt it was wrong when she walked here before. Now she was shocked that if someone wanted to commit a crime, the bushes were the best place to hide.

She told Ye Jing what she thought.

He said "yes" lightly.

Ye Qiaolu said, "Fortunately you are with you." She had never paid attention to the bushes before and was fearless. Once a sense of danger formed in her heart, she was afraid.

She was glad that nothing happened a few days ago.

Ye Qiaolu turned her eyes and looked at Ye Jie's back in front of her.

I heard from the girls in the class that Ye Jing is not only a class grass, but even a ranking in school.

Among the boys at H-year-old, Ye Qiaolu has the most outstanding ones she has ever seen. Moreover, she has outstanding grades and is kind and considerate, and she is simply the perfect boy who can't find the second one even if she goes from heaven to earth.

What she wondered about was that there were so many boys in the school, how was the title of school grass chosen? She had never seen any votes.

She thought this way and slowed down.

Ye Zhi stopped and looked back.

The wind blew, and the rain from the trees fell and dripped on his cheek.

Ye Qiaolu's head was filled with a thunderous sound, and a lot of rain fell. She covered her head, caught up with him, and asked, "Ye Jing, do you know you are the school grass?"

"have no idea."

She had long expected this answer. She felt that Ye Jing belonged to a beautiful but unaware of it. Zou Xiang wanted to tell the world that he was very handsome.

When he returned to see Lin Zeyue, Ye Jing went to take a shower first.

Ye Qiaolu fell on the sofa, biting the pen tip, and looking at the white ceiling.

This house is a simple Nordic decoration style. It is mainly made of wood and white, and is decorated with dark blue, which is refreshing and clean.

She felt that the decorative line was a bit like a staircase, and she remembered the villa design again.

Architectural design emphasizes the flow of lenses and the connection between space. Architects and artists also pursue aesthetics. Artists can ignore dimensions, but buildings must be implemented in proportion.

After thinking for a long time, her mind was blank and there was no inspiration.

At this moment, the text message from the cell phone rang out.

I took it over and saw that Ye Qiaolu's pen could not bite it.

Zhu Caicai from the university town campus actually knew the character Zou Xiang. "Is there a handsome man in your class called Zou Xiang?!!!"

Just by the text description, Ye Qiaolu could feel Zhu Caicai's excitement. She said truthfully: "There is someone named Zou Xiang, but he is not a handsome man." Ye Jing was in charge of the first class of Architecture, and the title of a handsome man is not the turn of Zou Xiang.

"Stop coming, the alumni posted a photo of Zou Xiang in a group. She is so handsome."

Ye Qiaolu didn't know that there was alumni group. She went to QQ and Zhu Caicai immediately sent Zou Xiang's photo.

That was Zou Xiang's side face.

The one who photographed has great skills.

His face occupied most of the picture on the left, and the right edge of the composition was a red-leaf plum tree in the distance.

The moment of light and shadow, wind and hair was captured just right. Zou Xiang looked at the red-leaf plum tree, and her eyes reflected the rising sun, and a wave of soft light rippled out.

Judging from this photo, Zou Xiang is indeed a handsome guy.

Ye Qiaolu's eyes flashed across his eyes and turned to the lower right corner.

Under the purple and shiny red leaf plum tree, there is a back view.

The vision is blurred.

She put the picture to the maximum, so large that the pixels are unclear.

She would not admit her mistake, that was Ye Jing. She had known him for so long that even if he was blurred into pixels, she would not admit her mistake.

She told Zhu Caicai, "The one under the tree is the handsome man."

Zhu Caicai refused to listen, "I'll collect Zou Xiang to lick the screen. Goodbye!"

Ye Qiaolu took a closer look at Zou Xiang's photo. She liked Ye Jing's stunning appearance and restrained personality.

When Ye Jing came out of the shower, she said to him, "You are much better than Zou Xiang." She vowed to defend Ye Jing's status as a school grass to the death.

Ye Jing raised his eyebrows to look at her. His nose was straightened with water droplets that were still dry, and his slender phoenix eyes were as dark as ink. "Of course." He was not happy to compare him with Zou Xiang.

He went into the kitchen.

She followed behind her and stood by the door.

He poured a glass of boiled water and took a sip.

She watched his Adam's apple roll up and down.
To be continued...