Chapter 55

This dinner must not be arranged in the open air. That time, it was an ingenious open-air dinner. As a result, it rained cats and dogs before it started.

Those families became angry one after another, and even refused everything at Qingda. The student who designed it in those years was severely criticized by the school board. Finally, he couldn't accept it and jumped off a building to commit suicide.

She doesn't want to be the second person to jump off a building and commit suicide. She hasn't lived enough.

She had seen the design of the dinner party very beautiful, which was also in line with the unique atmosphere of the time. She only blamed heaven for not being beautiful.

It's better for her to make that beautiful reappearance, and add some other things as bedding when the banquet is arranged, so that it can be perfectly displayed.

Pink cherry small mouth with a smile, take out the size of different types of pencil, the outline of the general drawing out, and then a meticulous.

Here Su manrou is a little worried. She doesn't have any idea until now. Song Yarong has already started to do it.

Shen Hanjun came in carrying water, and saw Su manrou's face full of sadness, looking at Song Yarong from time to time, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing." I didn't expect that Shen Hanjun would come back so soon. He was decadent and lowered his head.

Such a situation, Shen Hanjun heart with a clear, whisper, "slowly, let yourself sink down, slowly in the mind of the idea, and then draw down."

She vomited a mouthful of turbid qi and forced herself to calm down. She can't be worse than song Yarong. She should be better and stronger than song Yarong.

After squeezing my mind for a long time, I finally had some ideas. I couldn't wait to draw them on the paper with a pen. But I didn't draw a few strokes, so I felt it was not good. I threw a few strokes away.

At Su manrou's feet lie countless paper balls, rolling everywhere, and running to song Yarong's side.

Song Yarong immersed himself in the world, completely regardless of what happened around him.

As soon as she thought of it, Su manrou hurriedly drew it down. Before she had a few strokes, she felt it was not good. She angrily took off the paper, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into the paper tube beside her.

This paper ball accidentally fell at Shen Hanjun's feet. Looking along the paper ball, he shook his head and picked up the paper ball on the ground.

Rubbed her soft black hair, "everywhere advocate saving paper, but you are on the contrary, talk about where the difficulties, see if I can help."

They had previously agreed that they would only be ordinary students at school, and they could not expose their feelings for the time being. She was afraid that this relationship would be robbed.

Although they have a previous agreement, but in front of song Yarong, Su manrou doesn't feel wrong, even proud.

With the strength of soft cotton, pushing the man around, some shy, "Han Jun, what are you doing, Yarong is still here."

"She is not deaf. How can we not be clear about our affairs? Don't worry about it." This matter is well known to all. It's hard to hide it.

Shen Hanjun said that Su manrou's heart was warm. He gave her a sense of security and reassured her.

"Don't think about anything else. Think about what you like best and what you can integrate into this dinner party." Around the drawing board, standing behind Su manrou, warm voice whispers.

The pink bubbles in the first room burst all over the room, but song Yarong was calm and didn't feel anything, and they were people of two worlds.

Before lunch, song Yarong stopped his pen and looked at his busy paintings from a distance.

Good looking is good-looking, how to look less charm, but this has been arranged almost, what else?

Once something happened, song Yarong habitually wrinkled her eyebrows. She didn't know where the pencil was.

That Xiu eyebrow frowns more and more serious, she this is to begin to drill cow horn, this drill to come out, don't know how long.

It is possible to suddenly realize that most of them have a little bit of thoughts only after a few days and a half.

"It's almost time for ya Rong. It's time for dinner." Su manrou put down her pen early and saw song Yarong who couldn't figure it out.

Facing Shen Hanjun, they pointed to song Yarong's direction. They walked shoulder to shoulder towards her.

I have thought for a long time, but it's not the same. You'll run out of stock sooner or later. It depends on how you make a fool of yourself.

Su manrou strode beside her, imagining how simple the paper was.

Before she gets close, Su manrou's steps stop. The paper on Song Yarong's easel is not simple.The line is clear, where to put what, the painting is very obvious, very standard, this seems to be completed.

Su manrou pulled Shen Hanjun's hand in a sour way. "It's really beautiful. It's worthy of the teacher's recognition. It's thoughtful everywhere."

Said she side head close to Shen Han Jun's arm to rely on, "unlike us, discussed for a long time to determine a place."

The sound fell in Song Yarong's ear. It was like a mosquito buzzing in her ear. It was very noisy. She glared at the two people standing on one side, and the words of driving stopped suddenly before she said it. Then she suddenly looked at the two people standing with a special charm, thought about it for a while, took out a small inch of paper and sketched a few strokes on it, It took a long time to describe the outline in detail, and then the results came out.

The paper is painted with small things that seem to be embellished. After matching them, song Yarong nods with satisfaction.

Too gorgeous also appears too vulgar, need those other do some decoration.

It was so small and beautiful that Shen Hanjun's curiosity came up. "What's this?"

"This, balloon." Song Yarong looks at the painting with his memory.

"You have a lot of personality in design and bold accessories, but the collocation is too different, which will lead to disharmony." Shen Hanjun praised her and appreciated her in his eyes.

"Isn't that beautiful? What's the point?"

Song Yarong didn't feel anything wrong. She clapped her hands in black with lead ink. She got up and turned to leave.

Song Yarong's like this, Su manrou can't help muttering, "at least I'll stay here to wait for you, you just left, do you really want to go?"

"I didn't ask you to wait for me." Song Yarong seems to have heard a joke, but she doesn't stop and walks out of the studio.

"It's OK. It's the same for us to eat ourselves." Shen Hanjun stopped her waist and walked out of the studio.

When we got to the crowd, we separated with the flow of people, just like the previous encounter was accidental.