My Girlfriend is Long Aotian

Di Ling grinned and climbed onto Rita’s bed, but poor Rita walked out of the house, blowing the cold night breeze outside, and she felt a shiver all over her body. The autumn night in Shuangqing City was still cold. In addition, this is a tourist attraction on the mountain, which is colder than the city. Once the wind was over, Rita could not help but wrap her clothes tightly, sighed, walked to the corner and shrank into a ball. She was cold and sleepy, very sleepy. I soon fell asleep, but it was a pity that I had all cold nightmares.

However, when she slept for a while, she suddenly felt warm again in a daze. Something seemed to help her block the wind. She seemed to be covered with a very warm quilt. Her heart slowly became calm and her dreams began. Turning the sun to face up, this time I really fell asleep.

It was only when she woke up the next morning that she found that she was covered with Chen Huan’s jacket, and the place where Chen Huan meditated became in front of her. It turned out that Chen Huan deliberately moved in front of her to meditate and help. She blocked the night wind and covered her with her jacket Shan.

The 588th chapter is all useless garbage

9 pm, regular update

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Rita was a little moved. She looked at Chen Huan who was still meditating next to her, and she didn't know what she was thinking for a while.

The classmates started to get up one after another, and the autumn tour will continue. Today everyone is going to climb the mountain. There were classmates in every room rushing out, Chen Huan stopped meditating and adjusted his breath, stood up, Rita also quickly got up, and handed the jacket back to Chen Huan: "Mr. Chen Huan, you last night... …Give me the jacket, isn’t it cold?"

Chen Huan smiled and said: "I'm fine. A person who cultivates is not invaded by the cold or heat. I actually don't feel cold when I'm naked. I just don't want to shock the world, so I dress like ordinary people."

"Oh." Rita nodded.

At this time the next door opened, and Li Jieqiong and Alicia walked out. Behind the two women followed a twisted girl. It was Bian Yujing. She was wearing Lu Qingyu’s clothes today, and her lower body was in ripped jeans. Inside the upper body is a peach-collar T-shirt, and outside is a short jacket.

She put her hands on her chest, blocking the skin exposed by the peach-collared clothes, but the holes in the jeans were really unstoppable, so they had to be exposed. It’s strange to say that if Chen Huan sees other girls dressed like this, he won’t feel anything special at all, but Bian Yujing twisted and dressed like this, and the few holes in his pants made people infinite reverie. People are very concerned about the fair skin exposed in the holes, and want to reach out and touch them.

As soon as she saw Chen Huan, her face was so red that she couldn't look at her: "Mr. Chen, don't look at it... the lowly concubine is dressed too much today."

"Wow? You don't know if you wear so many clothes?" Chen Huan thought: Fortunately, she came in autumn. If she came in summer, she would change into Lu Qingyu's denim shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt on her upper body. That can't die? Oh, by the way, when Li Jieqiong first came, it was the same.

"Jie Qiong, you are responsible for enlightening girl Bian on the dressing style." Chen Huan said.

Li Jieqiong nodded: "Okay." She pulled Bian Yujing aside and said a few words in a low voice. Only then did Bian Yujing start to look at other women's clothes. After a while, she finally let go and clutched her chest. The skin of the peach-hearted collar was exposed on his hands. It was very white and snow-white, the kind of whitening method that hadn't been exposed to the sun since he was a child.

Chen Huan couldn't help but sighed twice, but he didn't dare to comment for fear of scaring the girl.

After a while, the classmates assembled, Long Aoxue also walked over and said loudly: "Today, our class is going hiking on a ten-kilometer mountain road, and lunch will be eaten in the mountains. There are no restaurants in the mountains, so prepare your own bread."

"Wow, I hate this kind of walking." The girls yelled.

The boys laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, we can't walk, we will carry you."

"Go to hell! Go back to the ancient ladies you like." The girls are still holding grudges, and the hatred that was left out by the boys when they were in Da Meng Country is about to explode in a concentrated manner.

Seeing everyone's posture, Bian Yujing asked with a little surprise: "Looking at everyone's driving posture today, is it because they are gifted and beautiful people traveling together? I want to go to the mountains to recite poetry and make the right? Oh, this activity is also very popular with concubines and can be taken with you. Will the concubine go together?"

When the boys heard her, they were overjoyed: "Of course. Oh, there is a classic lady here, girl Bian, we are coming." A group of boys ruthlessly abandoned the girls and surrounded Bian Yujing: "Girl Bian, today we are going to walk ten kilometers of mountain road, oh, no, you should not know what a kilometer is, you should tell you twenty miles of mountain road, if you can't walk, we can carry you on your back."

"I can't walk for twenty miles?" Bian Yujing said strangely: "Why don't it be easy to walk through only twenty miles?"

The boys sweated profusely: "You are a lady of you anyway, what kind of trouble do you make such a statement?"

Bian Yujing smiled and said: "I'm not a pretty lady, I walk very well, okay? Qixiashan just go up and down a few times, what do you think of me?"

All boys: "..."

As a result, more than 40 students from the Department of Literature set off again today and went into the mountains again. The difference is that this time Di Ling, Alcia, and even Liu Xuanyuan followed, for fear that Chen Huan would cross again. But they can't help in the original position.

The scenery on Fengmo Mountain is not bad, not worse than the one in Fengmo Valley. You can walk up the mountain along the plank road. Although you can no longer see the flowers and wilds in autumn, you can see a large yellow leaf forest. The yellow leaves cover the entire hillside, which is very beautiful.

Bian Yujing is a girl who likes elegance. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but sigh: "At this moment in life, how can anyone not chant poems? I don't know who can use these yellow leaves to write a poem?"

"Yellow leaves?" The boys were embarrassed: "If it were Hongye, we would be able to write poems."

A boy smiled and said: "Far away on the stone path of the cold mountain, there are people in the white clouds. I parked in the love maple forest at night, and the frosty leaves are red in the February flowers."

Another boy smiled and said: "The red maple is like a fire shining in the mountains, and the cold autumn wind hits the bushes; the red leaves don't branch in time, and the mountains will be red in the coming year."

After the recitation, the two boys said triumphantly: "Miss Bian, our red leaf poem is not bad, right?"

Bian Yujing looked suspicious: "Why did you look at Huang Ye but made a poem about Hong Ye? There is a problem, a very problematic."

The boys sweat profusely.

"Because these counselors don't know how to make poetry." Chen Huan said, "They don't have yellow-leaf poems written by others in their stomachs, only red-leaf poems, puff, hahahaha, a bunch of ignorant scumbags."

"Hey?" Bian Yujing said, "No one really can do it? How about you, Mr. Chen?"

"I am also scum." Chen Huan admitted decisively.

The girls shook their heads together and sighed: "This is the literature department of our school. Damn a group of mentally retarded people."

"Isn't it popular to write poetry anymore? Then...what do you do when you visit the mountains and the water?" Bian Yujing felt that Yali Mountain was big.

A girl took out a Polaroid camera and took a "click" photo of the yellow leaves in the mountains. The photo quickly slipped out of the camera. She showed the photo to Bian Yujing: "Look, we have already There is no need to use poetry to record the most beautiful scenery, because we can photograph it and take it home."

Bian Yujing: "..."

"Come on, take a picture of you too." The girl smiled and clicked on Bian Yujing.

Bian Yujing could not help but shook his head and sighed while holding his own photo, "It seems that there is no need for an artist here. My painting and calligraphy skills with three-legged cats are just laughable and generous. Oh, I suddenly felt what I had learned before. It's all useless garbage."

Chapter 589 What is this painting?

9 o'clock in the morning, regular update

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Hearing what she said, the classmates were amused: "Miss Bian, can you still paint?"

"Yes!" Bian Yujing Qinqi, calligraphy and calligraphy, proficient in everything, this is Qinhuai Bayan's basic survival skills, if she does not have these skills, there will be no way to attract a group of scholars, high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and it is impossible for her to sell her art and not sell herself. .

A woman who knows nothing can only be the same as those singing girls who are soliciting customers in low-end paintings.

A few students immediately laughed and said, "Drawing is a great skill."

Bian Yujing blushed and said: "After seeing this kind of thing called'photo', I realized that painting is really a trail. This photo came out of the box with a click, and it was very clear. Compared to my few strokes, it was unsightly. Painting, I don’t know how many times it is clever."

Everyone shook their heads together, and Chen Huan smiled and said, "These are two different things. This photo of us is dead. It can only record the picture truthfully. If it is too real, it will lose a certain mood. But painting is different. With a strong, strong personal style, it is different from photos."

"Uh, it seems to be the case." Bian Yujing is a person who knows how to paint. After thinking about it, he will understand that the artistic conception of the painting is indeed quite distant. Compared with the photo in her hand, it is a different art form. Sometimes reality is not necessarily beautiful. A few simple lines may express artistic conception better than reality.

(PS: The photos taken by great photographers can of course also express the mood, but the scum students should not think about the mood in the photos taken with the Polaroid camera.)

"Girl Bian, let's draw one." A boy laughed.

"Yes, just paint." Bian Yujing is not stage fright. She was often coaxed to paint by the Qinhuai River in the past. If such a scene is timid, then it is not Qinhuai Yanyan. Yan it. However, it's not like you can paint if you want to. She looked around and smiled: "Without the four treasures of the study, how can I paint?"

"It will be there soon. This morning, the classmates of the Art Department are more advanced than us. I guess they are not far ahead." A boy laughed: "There is a characteristic of the Art Department, as long as you find the beautiful scenery Everywhere, there will be a swarm of people stopping to paint, and we will continue to move forward. As long as we walk to a place with a good view, we will immediately be able to see them."

"Fine Arts Department?" Bian Yujing said strangely: "What does this mean?"