My Girlfriend is Long Aotian

The girl surnamed Zhao, who had complained about Li Riye just now, came over and handed a piece of rice paper.

Bian Yujing hurriedly thanked her. The girl seemed to understand Chinese painting, and she stood by her side and watched. As soon as she came to see it, she drove most of the art students to gather around to see Bian Yujing's paintings.

Ordinary people are prone to stage fright when people are watching and painting, but Bian Yujing is different. She has become accustomed to being watched by Qinqi, calligraphy and painting. In other words, her job is to watch Qinqi, calligraphy and painting while being watched. No one is watching her yet. Willing to do these exhausting things.

She gently lifted the pen and sketched on the paper...

The landscape of Fengmoxiang slowly unfolded in her pen, and the black mountains and white waters were painted vividly. Although the paintings she drew are not atmospheric enough, the lines are very thin, delicate and elegant, with a small and exquisite beauty, which is very suitable for capturing partial scenery. Of course, it is definitely not a partial drawing of jeans.

To be honest, her strength in Chinese painting is definitely not as good as the master's level, which is the first-class level of Qinhuai River, but it is more than enough to kill a student of the fine arts department of a second-rate university. The students of the department can't help but be amazed.

"Wow, are the girls in the literature department specializing in traditional Chinese painting? How come the pictures are better than those in our fine arts department?"

"Is it a waste to study literature at this level? Sister, please switch to our fine arts department."

"The Department of Literature is even better than the Department of Fine Arts these days. The world takes jujube pills."

After Bian Yujing finished painting, she closed her pen, and there was a sound of admiration around her, as if it made her regain the feeling that she had when she was on the Qinhuai River. This feeling is very dangerous. There is an illusion of pulling her back to the Qinhuai River, scared. With a jump, he quickly threw the pen and hid behind Chen Huan.

However, she immediately discovered that the admiration of these people was not the same as the admiration of the elder brothers and dignitaries by the Qinhuai River. The admiration of the dignitaries and dignitaries was more on the surface and praised her paintings casually. The painting is good, and it doesn't take much effort to get a beautiful smile, and then turn around and hit her body.

However, these art students in front of them are not like that. They are really admiring her paintings. Their attention has left her people and got into the painting. Several students are talking about it. Discussing on the lines, strokes, composition and other aspects, it seems to have forgotten her as a painter.

She was obviously left out, but she was happy for a while: Huh? They are really looking at my paintings, not people looking at me.

The 591th chapter is here again

9 pm, regular update

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Poor Bian Yujing hadn't been happy for three minutes, and found out that after those people had finished watching the painting, they still wanted to see her. The art students gathered around her and exclaimed: "Such a beautiful girl, she can paint beautiful Chinese paintings. Not bad, does she have a boyfriend?"

Bian Yujing was sweating profusely, hiding behind Chen Huan, only a voice floated from behind him: "The lowly concubine has already become a monk, so I don't ask about Fengyue any more, please respect yourself."

"Oh, this line gives full marks."

"Too much rush."

The boys are overjoyed.

"Go and go." Chen Huan blocked all these infamous guys: "Isn't you looking forward to seeing other girls? If you use this way to strike up a conversation, it will only make her hate you even more. Point B?"

The boys thought about it carefully, and it made sense. At this time, it's better to be separated, so they hurriedly dispersed, went back to their drawing board, and pretended to be serious about painting.

Bian Yujing got out from behind Chen Huan again, craned his neck and looked at the paintings of these boys again. I don’t know, it’s amazing to see that each of these boys is good at different styles of painting. Some people are drawing sketches. Some are painting watercolors, some are even drawing landscapes in comic style, but no matter which style of painting it is, Bian Yujing feels extremely novel...

"It turns out that the painting can still be painted like this?"

Chen Huan smiled and said: "There are still many painting methods, each has its own merits, as long as you don't learn Li Riye's style of painting."

Everyone laughed.

Leaving the place where the Department of Fine Arts was stationed, everyone continued to climb up the mountain, all the way up the mountains and water, a few kilometers of mountain trails passed in a flash, not long after the girls walked out of breath, the boys hurried over to show their courtesy, want to take the opportunity Lala girls hold hands, or carry one or something, but their performance in Da Meng Country has completely saddened the girls, and they were ignored.

The girls all surrounded Chen Huan: "Huan Huan, you have to find a way to help us."

Chen Huan smiled and said, "Uh, I don't mind memorizing you, but I can't memorize so much by myself."

"Aren't you messing around with all kinds of magic? Think of a way for us. Is there any magic that can be used for climbing and walking?"

"Oh? This..." Chen Huan thought for a while, then chanted a little spell: "The wind goes away."

The girls felt lighter, like stepping on a hot wheel under their feet, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Their laughter came from the wind: "Stupid boys, you can help us with Huanhuan, you scumbags. Scum, go to please the classic ladies, hahahaha."

Bian Yujing stood on the side, saw everyone laughing, feeling the warm and harmonious atmosphere between them, and thought to himself: This group of people is really good, and they don’t seem to have the kind of identity or status between them. The resulting sense of distance, whether it is a rich second-generation or an ordinary poor student, whether it is a high school student or a poor student, they can laugh and laugh together. Laugh when you laugh, scold when you should scold, and even roll up your sleeves and fight with your peers together. The most important thing is that women and men seem to be equal, and girls don’t have to pay attention to such things as manners and virtuousness, just like boys. Laughing, everyone maintains an atmosphere of equality and mutual assistance, so comfortable.

She couldn't help but faintly thought: If I go back to Dameng Country, can I meet a group of such people? It should be impossible.

A pleasant trip, soon ended.

In the evening, after eating a feast at the farmhouse, the students of Shuangqing University were about to tell the magic town and went back to the city. Dozens of buses took turns to pick up the students outside the ancient film and television city. The students of the department got on the bus one after another.

Bian Yujing also caught up with the literature department bus. The driver counted the number of people in a circle and found that there was one more. He couldn't help yelling, "Hey, the number is not right?"

Chen Huan smiled and stuffed fifty yuan into his hand: "Add one more person's fare, is it okay?"

The driver hurriedly put the banknote in his pocket and smiled: "No problem, get up."

"Mr. Chen, I didn't expect that you would even need to spend money when going back to the city." Bian Yujing was a little embarrassed.

"Well, I'm not so particular about it. I'm a guest from afar. I should treat you." Chen Huan smiled and said, "Not to mention that there is not much money. Don't worry, after returning to the city, I will be able to open the door of time and space. Sent you back."

He picked up his cell phone and dialed Nicholas Zhao Si's phone number: "Hey, Brother Zhao Si, how are you doing?"

Nicholas Zhao Si’s laughter came from the phone: “Oh, it’s Mr. Chen? I’ve had a great time recently. I helped Lei Lao solve a few unsettled cases and caught a few who committed crimes and disrupted social stability and harmony. Hidden doorman, Mr. Lei gave me a very high evaluation, and offered me a position and increased my salary, hahahaha."

The blood elf archmage is now a senior civil servant, enjoying five social insurances and one housing fund, and has a happy life.

Such bad guys who run from outside can suddenly become civil servants, and some ordinary people can't be civil servants in the civil service examinations for a lifetime. Why? In the final analysis, it is because of ability. A capable person can easily become a civil servant even if he doesn't take the civil service examination of Naluo Shizi. However, it is useless for an incompetent person to take the test.

Therefore, don't always complain about the injustice of fate. In fact, fate is a fair thing. Those who are capable are not afraid of going all over the world. Those who are incompetent can only squat in the corner and complain about the injustice of destiny, and then test civil servants for nothing in their lives.

Of course, how can a person become a capable person? Hmm...just reincarnate to be a child with a good pair of rich parents.

Chen Huan smiled and said: "Zhao Si, I have a friend who has traveled through time and space inexplicably and has fallen into Shuangqing. I would like to invite you to come to my house tomorrow. I, Shawana and you, exactly three people, give She opened a portal and sent her back."

"Oh, this kind of trivial matter is on my body." Zhao Si smiled and said: "If you need any help in the future, just say, I can say that you are the one in my life now. It's not good not to repay me."

"Okay, so be it, see you tomorrow."

Chen Huan hung up the phone, turned to Bian Yujing and said, "Miss Bian, I have already arranged that I can open the door of time and space to send you back tomorrow."

He thought that Bian Yujing would be happy to go home after hearing this, but he didn't expect that Bian Yujing's face was slightly dark, and he whispered: "Mr. Chen, concubine, can... can you... make a very willful request? "

"Oh? What's the requirement?" Chen Huan smiled: "You're welcome, just say it."

"Can you let the lowly concubine stay here and not go back?" Bian Yujing said in a pleading tone: "If I go back to Dameng Country, I will become the dusty woman by the Qinhuai River again. Everyone looks down on me. But here, I seem to be able...to start again."

Chapter 592 Accommodation Arrangement

9 o'clock in the morning, regular update

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"Huh?" Chen Huangang hung up the phone, with a mobile phone in his hand, and suddenly heard Bian Yujing say such a thing, I was a little surprised. As the saying goes, it's good to be at home for thousands of days, but I didn't expect this girl to want to leave. Never go back home again.

"Girl Bian, you...really don't want to go back?" Chen Huan asked.