Countless times later, Shi Yin thought, if she really gave up at that time, he would teach him painting, she would read her books, take the college entrance examination honestly, and go on smoothly according to the path arranged by her family.

Wouldn’t it be better to regard him as an episode in his ignorant and restless youth?

Seventeen-year-old Shi Yin could not predict that in the future, she would be young and lively, lively and unrestrained, full of enthusiasm and reckless stubbornness, and would never give in or look back.

After resting at home all day, before lunch on Saturday, she shook her head wildly for two minutes, slapped her face with both hands, and left the house in high spirits. She went out to relax and think about major events in life.

She began to regret it.

When he was showing off, he spoke fluently and generously, but thinking about it afterwards, Shi Yin felt a sense of despair.

Have you misunderstood something? She has a boy she likes, and she is a school idol. Doesn’t this make her behave like a bad woman who is restless!? She likes someone in her heart but she still wants to pester him.

If you talk too much, there will be no reason to go to him in the future.

Just because of a rejection, my heart was frustrated and I cried all night.

She knew that this was almost impossible and that she would probably be rejected 80% of the time, but she still couldn't help feeling hypocritically sad.

I know that it is basically fruitless, but I just want to try, I just want to get closer, I just can't help but find various reasons to convince myself, I just can't help but have a little hope.

What if.

What if he goes blind, what if he is unlucky.

He was so outstanding, so good, that Shi Yin didn't dare to wait for a moment, for fear that while he hesitated and waited, he would have been deceived by another girl.

So I decided to forget it, thinking that it was his first offender, so I reluctantly forgave him this time.

Who made her like him?

The streets are lively on weekends. Shiyin's house is located in the school district, with an elementary school, junior high school and kindergarten nearby. Naturally, there are also many private cram schools nearby.

When Shiyin passed by the intersection, he bought a fried ice fruit and walked along the affiliated elementary school while eating it.

On holidays, the school is quiet and quiet, but there are many parents leading their children in and out of the cram school nearby.

Going further and around the corner is a studio.

This place was originally a piano shop, which also provided classes. It was not far from Shi Yin's house. Occasionally when I passed by, I could hear the sound of violins sizzling inside, like a chainsaw.

It was quiet at this time. I don’t know when it was changed into a studio. The white fonts on the dark plaque were clean and sharp, and only two words were written: studio.

I can't even think of a name.

Shi Yin stopped and stood at the door for a moment, then walked in by accident.

Because Shi's mother devoted herself to cultivating her into a versatile little talented girl, she took various classes from childhood to adulthood, such as flute, piano, drums, guzheng, calligraphy, and Latin dance. The only thing she never learned was painting. Probably Shi's mother

I think she has a lively personality and may not be able to sit still.

Shi Yin never thought that he would one day step into the studio.

The space inside is very large, the air conditioning is fully turned on, white decorative paintings are hung on the gray and ink walls, and the decoration style also has a very stylish and cold feeling. There are two people at the front desk, and there are consultation rooms separated by glass on the left

, some curtains are half-draped.

When she came in, the front desk greeted her warmly: "Hello."

Shi Yin walked over and cleared his throat: "Is there anyone who teaches painting here?"

The young lady at the front desk smiled and seemed to think her question was cute: "Are you going to teach me how to draw?"

Shi Yin nodded.

"how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Aren't you going to take the college entrance examination next year and prepare for the art exam?"

Shi Yin touched his nose: "...Well, before I thought about it, I felt more interested and wanted to take a look first."

"Do you have any foundation? Have you ever learned painting or anything like that?"

“Do the art classes in elementary and junior high schools count?”

"..."

It seems that it doesn't count.

The receptionist lowered his head, wrote something casually, stood up, and led her into the consulting room next to her.

Twenty minutes later, Shi Yin walked out of the studio, holding an empty wallet in his hand, still a little dazed.

I just went out for a couple of walks before dinner to relax.

Why did you spend two months of pocket money to sign up for a class?

What should she do in the next two months?

Live by thoughts.

Shi Yin began to regret it, and almost wanted to rush in and get the money back. When he turned around, he happened to see the young lady at the front desk just now.

The young lady reminded her with a bright smile: "get out of class will be over at six o'clock in the evening, you can come over anytime in the afternoon."

"..."

"Okay." Shi Yin said with difficulty.

Shi Yin didn't know if all studios were like this. Tuition fees were deducted by the hour. There were no fixed class times. They started at four o'clock in the afternoon on weekdays and ten o'clock in the morning on weekends until six o'clock in the evening. You can come at any time during this period.

, you can leave anytime, the teacher is always there.

It doesn't sound like a serious studio.

Shi Yin suspected that he had been cheated.

But after all the money was paid, Shi Yin went home, changed her clothes, had lunch, and told Shi's mother that she was going to the library with her classmates in the afternoon.

Her family had hardly worried about her grades since she was a child, and her study attitude was very upright and positive. Shi's mother did not doubt that he was there, so she agreed.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at the studio.

The young lady at the front desk led her in and walked through the corridor. Inside, there was a double door with one side open.

The young lady turned back with a smile: "Go in, our boss is in class today, he is only here on Saturday."

Shi Yin held a bag of paper with her name written on it in her arms, nodded, and walked in.

Bright windows, layers of white plaster statues, easels, paints, oil pastels, and pencil leads placed against the wall.

Welcome to his world.

Shi Yin said to himself silently.

Perhaps because it was newly opened, there were not many students in the studio. Shi Yin walked to an easel in the corner, not knowing what to do next.

I didn't see any teacher here either.

She waited for about two or three minutes and heard a soft closing sound.

Shi Yin turned around.

The teacher is here.

The teacher wore a gray shirt with rolled-up sleeves. His arms were hanging naturally, his fingers were long and thin, and there were two drops of water hanging on the back of his hand that had not been wiped dry.

The teacher has neat black hair, very light eye color, pale complexion, and rosy thin lips.

The teacher looks a little familiar.

Shi Yin: "..."

If it hadn't happened yesterday, she would probably be so happy that she would be so happy that she would be so happy that she would stand side by side with the sun.

Shi Yin closed his eyes: "Hello, teacher..."

There was silence in the studio, and the sound of his footsteps was clear, one step at a time, and he came over.

Like Ling Chi.

The executioner walked up to her and stopped.

She could feel his cold eyes falling on her.

"Time Yin."

The little girl shuddered and subconsciously took two steps back. Her legs hit the easel behind her, making a muffled sound all over her body.

She screamed and curled up in pain. She squatted on the ground for a few seconds and looked up at him pitifully: "Teacher Gu... I really didn't know you were here. My home is nearby.

, I just randomly found a studio and wanted to learn to paint... If I knew you were here, I would——"

I've been here a long time ago.

She didn't say anything.

Gu Congli glanced at her: "Does your family know?"

Shi Yin rubbed the area on his calf that was hit, stood up, and looked away.

He understood: "The tuition you paid by yourself?"
To be continued...