Rao Shiyin's face was as thick as a city wall. It was the first time for a girl to encounter such an embarrassing thing, and she happened to be bumped into by the person she loved. It was hard for her to accept. For a while, she didn't know how to face Gu Congli.

But his clothes are still with her, and her mobile phone is still with him.

It's a bit like exchanging love tokens, Shi Yin thought hopelessly.

Although the shirt was just put on, she still washed it several times inside and out, dried it carefully, put it in a paper bag, and put it in the bedroom closet for another two days. In the meantime, she used Fang Shu's mobile phone to call home.

I called her and told her that she would be studying in retreat this week and would not use the phone.

Shi's mother immediately suspected: "Did the teacher confiscate your mobile phone while you were playing in class?"

"..."

Shi Yin felt aggrieved. She didn't use her mobile phone in class, and it was confiscated for no reason.

She quickly denied it.

Shi's mother still didn't believe it: "Then why didn't you use your mobile phone to talk to me? Wouldn't it be the same if you didn't use it after you finished speaking?"

"In order to prevent myself from being unable to resist the temptation, I locked up my phone and gave the key to our teacher. The teacher said he would give it to me on Friday. He also praised me and said I was enlightened." Shi Yin said honestly.

Shi Mu: "..."

Shi's mother was too lazy to listen to her nonsense, so she gave up after a few instructions, and then asked her if she wanted to eat anything delicious, and would cook it for her when she came back on the weekend.

When the exam is approaching, I just do my homework in class. I am drowned in countless papers and exercise books every day and swim in the sea of ​​questions. Time flies by very fast.

On Friday, Shi Yin went to find Gu Congli with a paper bag.

Teacher Gu was in the studio at that time, standing next to a student, holding a pencil in his hand, the tip of the pen drawing an outline on the paper clamped on the easel in front of him, while talking. The door of the studio was closed, so his voice could not be heard.

I only saw his thin lips moving lightly, unhurriedly.

Shi Yin just held the paper bag and stood secretly at the door for a while.

As if he had noticed something, he suddenly turned his head.

When their eyes met, the man's eyes were gray and calm.

Shi Yin was stunned for a moment, and without hiding or dodging, he looked at him and grinned.

Her big black eyes were sparkling, and she jumped up when she looked at him, fresh and vivid.

He glanced at her and turned away again as if nothing had happened.

Shi Yin secretly felt a little happy.

From his angle, he couldn't see the doorway, but he suddenly turned his head and looked at her. It felt like he was feeling something about her.

Every coincidence is like destiny, like a tacit understanding.

There is no break in the intensive training for art students in the third year of high school. Basically, they sit in the studio from morning to evening. It was already half an hour later when Gu Congli came out of the studio.

No one was outside anymore. Gu Congli turned around and walked towards the office, walked through the corridor, paused, and took two steps back.

The little girl was sitting on the stairs facing the door, holding a paper bag with her head slightly lowered, looking quiet, not knowing what she was thinking.

It was cold inside the Art and Sports Building, and the marble floor was even colder. Before Gu Congli could walk over, she raised her head and saw him.

Shi Yin blinked and jumped to his feet. Just as he was about to run over, he saw his expression.

Although it's also faint, it doesn't seem to be any different.

But there's something different about it, it's cold, a little gloomy, like it's not very happy.

It obviously looked normal just now.

She walked over, raised her head, handed over the bag in her hand, and said carefully: "Teacher Gu, thank you for the clothes..."

Gu Congli didn't answer.

Shi Yin cleared his throat and continued: "It's Friday today. Look at my mobile phone..."

She looked at him pitifully, cautiously, and a little fearfully.

It's like he can eat people.

Gu Congli turned around: "Let's go."

She became happy again, and followed him like a little tail.

Just because he said something to her.

The little girl walked behind him holding the bag. He walked so long that she seemed to be following him almost at a trot. She asked him a question: "Teacher Gu, do you only give intensive training to art students?"

"Um."

"Ah," Shi Yin said a little regretfully, "Why don't you teach ordinary students?"

"Do you have art classes?"

No.

Apart from cultural classes, the only class was physical education. Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry were not available. When the self-study classes came, teachers from every subject were crazy about adding extra classes. The usual line was, "Classmates, I will talk for ten minutes."

There is no time for any art.

Shi Yin was a little frustrated and started to talk nonsense: "Then if you tell the school, you have to teach ordinary students."

"..."

Gu Congli looked back at her.

Shi Yin touched his nose in embarrassment: "I'm just talking nonsense..."

The two of them walked to the door of the office and watched him open the door. Shi Yin said again: "Teacher Gu, if I am an art student, do you have to give me lessons?"

Gu Congli squeezed the door handle and paused.

She didn't notice it and muttered to herself very quietly: "Then I don't have to rack my brains every day..."

Every day I tried my best to find a reason to come to the Art and Sports Building to find him.

There was a soft "click" and the door opened. Gu Congli pushed the door open and stood at the door without moving: "Come in."

Shi Yin followed him in obediently.

He reached back and closed the door.

There was no one in the office, and the pretty teacher Pei was not there. Shi Yin walked to the table, put the clothes in his hands on the table, and couldn't wait to ask him: "Teacher, is the art exam difficult? I have never learned anything before becoming a monk.

Is it okay to pass the painting?"

Gu Congli didn't answer.

He came over and sat down, opened the drawer and took out the mobile phone. He pinched it with his pale and slender fingers and turned it around in a playful manner. The edge of the mobile phone lightly knocked on the table and called her: "Shi Yin."

Shi Yin lowered his eyes and looked at him with blinking eyes.

"I don't object to you falling in love at your age, or having someone you like. As long as it doesn't affect business, I won't care." His voice was calm.

Shi Yin was stunned, his eyes slowly widened, and his heart began to beat rapidly.

"But you have to be careful when choosing your partner."

My heart, which was beating wildly just a second ago, seemed to have stopped.

He sat back in his chair and looked at her. There was no emotion in his eyes. He looked at her calmly and said slowly: "Do you understand what I mean?"

The little girl stood in front of him, her eyes lowered, her eyes wide open, her lips slightly opened, and she stared at him blankly.

She didn't seem to respond and was a little confused.

Several dozen seconds passed.

She suddenly lowered her eyes in embarrassment and said in a low, vague voice: "I don't understand..."

Gu Congli closed his eyes: "Shi Yin, you are still young-"

Shi Yin suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open with red circles.

She held back so she didn't cry.

Shi Yin felt that she had always been a big-hearted person for the past seventeen years, and everything seemed a bit careless. It seemed that nothing could interest her, and nothing could really make her sad.

But she is also a girl after all.

Girls all have soft souls.

There was no way she could remain as if nothing had happened after he said such words.

His meaning was expressed clearly and clearly.

He knew that she liked him, saw her obsession, and understood her intentions. For the first time, in order to take care of her fragile self-esteem, he declined tactfully. Later, he found that it was useless. She still pursued her as if she was not affected at all.

He turns.

But he doesn't like her. He thinks she is young, troublesome and troubled.

He felt that she didn't love herself.

Shi Yin clasped his hands tightly under the edge of the table, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound as calm as his: "Why did Teacher Gu tell me this? Did you misunderstand something? I asked

The reason why you are an art student is because I am interested in it. I think painting is fun. I want to learn it myself. I want to take the art exam in the future. And I have a boy I like. He is the school sweetheart and he is very good-looking. Follow me.
To be continued...