Chapter 305： great painting

in the office.

Jiang Chaoxu's face was a little haggard. He sat at the desk, took out the key from his pocket, opened the cabinet, and took out the light blue notebook.

Opening the book, there are various mathematical formulas densely recorded in it, as well as the sorting and analysis of wrong questions.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the writing on it, trying to feel Xu Xinyue's existence in this way.

"..."

Seeing that he was holding this notebook again, the other teachers in the office looked at each other, and they didn't dare to come forward to care when he was in a bad mood.

Teacher Jiang always likes to hold the notebook. Every time he looks at it, it takes a long time. Others can't touch it.

I don't know what is written in it that can make Teacher Jiang so obsessed.

Xu Xinyue floated into the office and saw him holding the notebook she used before her death with sad eyes, "Teacher..."

The dead are dead and destined to live, but the living still have a bright future.

At this moment, she humbled and hoped that the teacher would remember her, but she was not ashamed to have such thoughts.

The teacher is so young...how can I keep indulging in the past? There is a better future waiting for him...

Xu Xinyue stayed by Jiang Chaoxu's side like this, silently, and after a while, she decided to leave reluctantly.

Before leaving, she gathered all the mana in her body and leaned in to hug him gently.

"!!!"

Jiang Chaoxu felt that he was embraced by a cold embrace, with a vaguely familiar aura, but there was clearly nothing in front of him.

He was holding the notebook, his body tense, and his throat was sore and hoarse as if he had caught a bad cold.

this is her...

is her……

Xu Xinyue released him and floated out of the office.

The familiar aura disappeared, and Jiang Chaoxu abruptly got up from his seat and ran out of the office.

campus gate.

Yan Zhixu bought a drawing paper, pencils and erasers at a nearby stationery store.

Seeing her intention, Fu Shimo walked to the corner and picked up a brush, a few pieces of rice paper and a bottle of ink.

The two looked at each other, Yan Zhixu raised his eyebrows, raised the thing in his hand, "Bibi?"

Fu Shimo nodded, "Okay."

After paying the bill, he paced into the milk tea shop next to him. He ordered two glasses of kumquat lemon juice, and they sat in the corner facing each other.

The two bowed their heads at the same time and concentrated on doing what they were doing.

Fu Shimo spread out the rice paper, held a brush in his right hand, and painted it on the paper after staining it with ink.

The movements are natural and casual, without the slightest care, as if they have been done many times.

"..."

Noticing his skillful posture, Yan Zhixu narrowed the look in his eyes, lowered his head and held the pencil to start sketching.

The waiter put the kumquat lemon juice on the table, saw the two of them painting, and left quietly, not wanting to disturb them.

Other customers in the store also noticed the two people in the corner, but they were all very good, so they didn't rush forward.

After Xu Xinyue found them following their breath, the paintings in their hands were almost the same.

They put down their pens at the same time, and the person on the paper is the homeless man in the alley.

Superb painting skills, lifelike.

"President Fu's painting is very good."

"The kids too."

Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo glanced at each other's portraits, and tacitly had an accurate judgment on the game.

draw.

When the people sitting at the adjacent table saw these two paintings, they couldn't help but took out their mobile phones and took a photo, which happened to capture Yan Zhixu's profile.

He didn't pay attention to this delicate profile face, and stared at the two paintings with burning eyes. This painting skill was really bad, and he was even worse than an art student.

After sighing for a while, I randomly logged into Weibo and posted it on it, put down my phone and continued to drink milk tea.

A few minutes passed.

Yan Zhixu, Fu Shimo and the others put away the tools and drawing paper after the ink on the rice paper dried, picked up the lemon juice on the table and paid the bill, walked out of the milk tea shop and took a taxi to the police brigade in the center of Jiangcheng City.