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There once was a very literary 40-year-old girl who once said:
"The first love was that early morning, the sun was very good, and the 45-degree slant shot into the corner of the desk near the window in the classroom. His gel pen paused slightly, and he raised his head just to let the morning light slant. He smiled slightly, and the years were quiet."
And a boy in science and engineering who has been pursuing this 40-year-old literary girl, after seeing this sentence, smiled slightly, raised his pen and wrote the next sentence:
"The oblique angle of sunlight in the morning is 37.5-42.7 degrees instead of 45 degrees; according to the angle concept, the light source can reach the corner of the table in the third row; he can indeed make the sunlight obliquely shine when he raises his head, but according to the unconditioned reflex of creatures, That's not a smile, but a squinting movement caused by too much sunlight."
Therefore, even if this boy from science and engineering went to the earth, he never held the hand of a girl from literature and art.
Later, when an art girl heard this sad story, she glanced at the boy she liked who was studying physical education outside the window and was exposed to direct sunlight. She blushed slightly and raised her pen to draw a picture "Turtle Raises its Head".
And at the moment when this painting was completed, the sports pants of the boys who were studying physical education suddenly fell off
Complement each other!
This story tells us a profound life truth¡ª¡ª
The action of raising your head to bask in the sun is really handsome, even if you are a turtle!
The story echoed in the ears of Benbo'er's father. The entire tortoise body was placed on the display stand, facing the sunlight that came in obliquely from the window and hit the side of his face just right, he slightly raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly.
Very enjoyable.
"so¡¡"
Fang Tong looked at Dad Benboer on the display stand in front of him, pointed at it with a pen in the air, and said to Song Yi beside him, "Who told you this story?"
"It's fine if it's messy, but the point is, you can't get the author's point at all."
The boys next to him also looked at Song Yi with disdain, thinking that this guy was absolutely nothing to talk to.
Song Yi painted the tortoise shell of Benbo'er's father in his painting with a little color, shrugged and said, "So just listen to it as a joke, and it's not for you to really think about the author of this story."
"But it's not funny at all."
Fang Tong curled his lips, put down the paintbrush in his hand, raised his hand and picked up a carrot stick from the side, and walked directly towards the father who was in front of him.
Seeing the girl squatting in front of Benbo'er's father, her big and beautiful eyes staring at the little turtle head of Benbo'er's father in front of her, she smiled slightly: "Benbo'er's father!"
Benbo'er's father tilted his head slightly: (£þw£þ)?
Fang Tong directly took out the carrot stick in his hand and shook it: "Let's discuss something."
"Give you a radish stick, let me hug you for a while."
"Don't be afraid, don't shrink your head, let me take a picture, how about it?"
Seeing the carrot sticks dangling in front of him constantly, Benbo's father's mung bean eyes lit up instantly.
However, after glancing at Fang Tong, Benbo'er's father bowed his head and began to meditate.
"Two!"
Fang Tong took out another carrot stick the size of a fingertip.
Benbo'er's father opened his mouth, wanting to agree.
However, as Chu Sheng said just now, he can be a work of art for these people to paint here, and he cannot be hugged casually.
Andfor people to hug him so casually, doesn't it mean that he is a very casual turtle?
"Two sticks and a bottle of Coke!"
Fang Tong took out a bottle of Coke from somewhere, and put it in front of Ben Bo'er's father with a bang: "This is my last concession."
Snapped!
Benboer's father suddenly slapped the display stand:
make a deal!
Holding Papa Benbo'er in his arms, watching him enjoy eating radish sticks, Fang Tong curled his lips at Song Yi: "Compared with listening to your stories, I think feeding Papa Benbo'er is more fun .¡±
Seeing this scene, several boys looked at each other, and all of them took a breath.
This turtle the lying position is too good, right?
Although it is a plain, you can't just lie on your stomach
This is so I am so envious of this turtle.
Now it¡¯s okay for people to live worse than dogs, why are people worse than turtles!
"What are you doing?"
At this moment, Huang Xuan's voice suddenly came from behind, and several people were so frightened that they quickly sat down in their seats and drew seriously.
However, Fang Tong showed no fear at all, and with a smile, he put Father Benbo back on the exhibition stand, and then jumped back to his drawing board.
Seeing a few students like this, Huang Xuan sighed deeply, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
If it's just those boys, she can manage it.
But the key is Fang Tong, a little witch, is not afraid of her at all.
Just when she was about to walk outside with the drawing board in her hand, Fang Tong suddenly asked in confusion: "Huh?"
"Ms. Huang, is the painting in your hand a new one you drew?"
Fang Tong's eyes were full of concern: "Let's take a look?"
Hearing Fang Tong's words, several other boys also looked over, with concern in their eyes.
They all still remember that Huang Xuan tore up a lot of paintings in order to paint a good scroll.
Seeing the students like this, Huang Xuan lost all intention of teaching them a lesson, and shook his head at them: "I didn't draw this, it was drawn by Chu Sheng for me."
"I took it, just dried it, and then took it to frame."
"Brother Animal Drawn?"
Fang Tong was stunned for a moment, and then jumped up as if he had discovered a new world: "I didn't expect Brother Liu to be able to draw!"
"Hurry up, Mr. Huang, let's see how the drawing is done!"
Seeing Fang Tong so excited, the boys next to Song Yi whispered, "Do you think that handsome guy really knows how to draw?"
"I don't think so."
"And look at the drawing board and canvas Mr. Huang is holding, it should be an oil painting, right? That handsome guy doesn't have any smell of paint on him, how could he be able to paint oil paintings."
"Abstract painting is also a kind of oil painting."
"It's not a random drawing or an abstract painting, okay?"
Several boys looked at each other, and agreed that Chu Sheng's painting should be not very good.
After all, compared with ink and wash, oil painting's color greasy degree and matching ratio are absolutely impossible to grasp without a certain amount of time accumulation.
As far as they know, oil paintings are better, and the youngest people are all in their thirties.
Chu Sheng looks like he is only in his twenties, how could he draw a good oil painting.
"Since you want to see it, then come here." Seeing them like this, Huang Xuan smiled slightly, and took the drawing board to the roof above the gallery.
Seeing Huang Xuan carefully set up the drawing board to dry, several boys felt that Huang Xuan cherished it too much.
This kind of painting deserves such care.
Seeing the equally excited expressions on Fang Tong and Huang Xuan's faces, Song Yi couldn't help but sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Apart from being handsome, what else is good about that man
"My God, Ward!"
Just when Song Yi was thinking this way, Huang Xuan suddenly exclaimed in front of him.
The boys were taken aback for a moment and looked up.
Immediately, everyone opened their mouths wide.
"Damn it!"
"I go!"
"Fuck me!"
After a few people set up a set of quality three times, they were shocked in unison: Is this an oil painting?
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