"It's okay, can I throw this away for you?" Zheng Qiling raised her handbag with a considerate tone.

Shi Jingnian paused for two seconds while flipping through the documents. His white fingertips pressed against the edge of the document, with an indifferent attitude: "Whatever."

The smile on Zheng Qiling's face became more real.

"They're all dirty. I'll buy you a new one then."

She walked downstairs, and there happened to be a trash can next to her. She looked at the pink handbag in her hand, with fleeting contempt in her eyes, and threw the things in the trash can!

On the other side, Ji Ning Anzheng was chatting animatedly with her senior classmates.

Unless she meets some weird people, she is easily attracted to people of the same sex. After bidding farewell to her classmates at the Academy of Fine Arts, she walked out of the building. As soon as she walked out of the door, she inadvertently glanced at the trash can next to her.

The steps stopped.

Hmm???

Ji Ning'an looked at the familiar pink handbag inside the trash can, and could still faintly see the cold suit exposed.

I was quiet for a while, mumbling to myself.

"You're so rich... You can throw away two hundred thousand dollars as soon as you want."

It's impossible to say that I'm not angry at all, but how to deal with other people's things is Shi Jingnian's business, and it has nothing to do with her.

She feels sorry for her handbag.

If she had known that Shi Jingnian was going to throw it away, she would have changed it into a plastic bag.

Mysophobia.

Ji Ning'an sighed and bowed to the handbag: "I'm sorry for sacrificing you. I will pray for you and be a human being in the next life."

The senior sister came over and pulled her: "Ning Ning, hurry up, you can still miss the class now!"

"Ah?"

Before Ji Ning'an could say anything, she was dragged to the oil painting studio by her senior sister: "Teacher Zhang is very relaxed, you can experience the joy of junior year in advance!"

"I thank you."

Ji Ning'an drew a lesson with them out of nowhere.

The office is deathly quiet.

Shi Jingnian's movement of flipping through the documents stayed on that page for a long time, motionless.

He finally put the document on the table, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

It was originally worn by someone else... Shi Jingnian had no intention of keeping it, so he just threw it away as he pleased.

That's how it is.

He checked the time and saw that there were still three minutes left for class. He got up and walked calmly to the studio.

When I passed by the oil painting studio during this period, I accidentally saw a familiar figure by the window. He was painting in front of the easel like a kind of student. His back was turned to him, and his face could not be seen clearly. His frame was petite and slender, and the toes of his shoes were shaking slightly.

, hold the brush carefully.

The wind blew through the tips of her hair, quiet and agile.

Shi Jingnian paused slightly, his eyes fixed on the painting she painted.

The cat is lying lazily on the swing wrapped in vines, basking in the sun. The color is bright, almost bursting out of the liveliness of the picture.

It was as if I could see the afternoon sunshine with my own eyes. In the owner’s garden, there were cats licking their fur with their tails flicking.

He stood at the door and stared for a while, then suddenly turned in another direction when it was time for class.

Downstairs, next to the flower bed, there are two trash cans of different categories.

The pink handbag lies quietly on top, looking very ostentatious, like a treasure that has been discarded in the garbage dump.

Shi Jingnian's face darkened, he stood two or three steps away, trying to take out the things, but he couldn't do it.

Crazy?

"Professor Shi?" Father Ji returned to school and saw Shi Jingnian standing next to the trash can. He was confused and said, "What are you?"

The man retracted his hand and said in a cold tone: "I - I dropped something."

"Did it fall into the trash can?" Ji's father looked at the trash can and then at the cold and meaningful man.

Shi Jingnian nodded with an ugly expression, his profile was sharp and clear, his nose was high and cold, white and delicate.

It’s really out of place.

Ji's father and Shi Jingnian had a close friendship. He admired each other very much and became friends all year round. Now that his daughter has chosen the art department, he plans to introduce Shi Jingnian and Xiao Ning.

"What is it?" Father Ji walked over.

"Pink, bag."

"???"

Ji's father craned his neck in confusion and shock, and looked into the trash can. The pink handbag had obviously been thrown on top.

He looked vaguely familiar. Below were some express paper boxes thrown away by students. They were not dirty at all. However, for a severe mysophobia patient like Shi Jingnian, it would cost him half his life to stand next to the trash can.

.

He directly reached out to pick up the handbag and handed it to Shi Jingnian.

"Here you go, how can you still fall into the trash can?"

"Thank you." Shi Jingnian didn't know which hand to use, and finally wrapped the string of the handbag with a white handkerchief, with his last name embroidered on the lower left side of the handkerchief.

Father Ji waved his hand and finally remembered why this handbag looked familiar: "My daughter also has this kind of bag!"

He said with great interest: "What a coincidence, but..." This is pink, and this is such a good year, so we can't get it together.

"Did your girlfriend give it to you?" He made a bold guess and asked teasingly.

"No." Shi Jingnian denied it quickly, with a calm and crisp tone, "A... child."

Ji's father felt that it was a little strange that Shi Jingnian could be like this. I'm afraid that kid was not an ordinary kid.

"By the way, my daughter also came to Beijing University. She is just a freshman. She chose the art department. Her name is Ji——"

"Professor Ji, the director is looking for you!" Someone ran over and said something hastily.

It seemed to be an urgent matter, so Ji's father felt a little regretful: "We'll talk next time, my daughter is so good!"

Shi Jingnian nodded, and after Ji's father left, he returned to the office. He looked at the handbag in silence for a few seconds, sprayed the disinfectant back and forth dozens of times, wiped it with a paper towel, and finally put it on the

On the cabinet.

…What is he doing?

In the studio, students are practicing sketching, and Teacher Li is helping to watch the class.

"Oh my God, for the first time in my life, Professor Shi is actually late!!"

This news is really shocking to them.

They would rather believe that tomorrow is the end of the world than dare to imagine that the strict self-discipline will be late.

"Big stuff, big stuff!"

"What kind of emergency is this? Professor Shi can actually do this..."

"I'm afraid Professor Shi's house may collapse!"

Ten minutes after the class started, Shi Jing Nian arrived late.

"Sorry to trouble you," he said.

Teacher Li shook his head: "It's okay." He was also quite curious in his heart as to what Shi Jingnian was busy with.

But don’t dare to gossip.

No one dared to ask Shi Jingnian.

The students who were having a heated discussion just now lowered their heads and started sketching seriously under Shi Jingnian's look.

The man is sitting in front of the easel by the window, his silhouette is cool and elegant, his eyes are slightly lowered, and the sunlight is dappled in from the outside. He holds the brush with his long white fingers, and writes concisely and powerfully. His wrist moves with the movement, and the protruding wrist bones are thin.<

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He itself is an orphan ancient painting with great collection value.

The students who raised their heads were stunned for a moment and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

Regarding the conflict in the dormitory, the final resolution came down three days later. Hu Yuanyuan was given a major demerit and the punishment was very severe.

When she heard the result, she couldn't believe it: "How is it possible?"

Hu Yuanyuan has been waiting for the outcome of this matter to be uneventful, but she didn't expect that she would have a problem herself!

The friend felt that this matter was originally her fault, and such a punishment was fair. Seeing Hu Yuanyuan's reaction, she didn't quite understand, and said sarcastically: "Yuanyuan, this matter was originally your fault..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hu Yuanyuan stared at her, "My father will help me deal with it, how could this happen?!"
Chapter completed!