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    Zheng Yimian dawdled, moved his right leg out an inch, bit his lower lip and asked, "is that enough?"

    "It's almost there," Liang Yu quickly wiped the side of her leg with his fingertips, and stood up, "Okay, let's go."

    She coughed lightly, and slightly bent the sockets of her legs at an angle he couldn't see, feeling that a part of her body didn't belong to her anymore.

    After bending her legs, she patted her skirt lightly.

    When he looked up, he saw Liang Yu looking down at his fingertips, and rubbing them together, as if he was meditating on something.

    Immediately, a temperature rose all the way up her neck, wrapped around the tip of Zheng Yimian's ear, and hit her cheek like a balloon, it exploded with a bang, and the temperature spread against her cheek.

    She walked with her head down, feeling like there was a sewing machine in her head that had been in disrepair for a long time. When she took a step, the old pedal of the sewing machine would move, creaking, creaking.

    Just walking in the fog for a while, she seemed to hear Liang Yu laughing in a low voice, which was deep, gentle and pleasant, like water drops falling on the umbrella surface in a rainy day.

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    It was five o'clock in the afternoon when we went back to bed, and almost everyone came back, each sitting at a table with their own sketches, watching TV dramas and drawing.

    Su You took a look at Zheng Yimian's drawing: "Ah, you've drawn so much already? I'm done, I have to draw as soon as possible, otherwise I'll be finished if I can't hand it in."

    "There are still three days," someone continued to write, "enough, I can finish the painting."

    "However, Mian Mian's work is really difficult for you. I really admire you for being able to draw so fast."

    "I'm alright," Zheng Yimian counted his own, "I estimate that I will be painting for two and a half days, which is about the same as you."

    After the chat, everyone slowly started to talk about their own situation.

    Throughout the competition, there were mostly seniors, some freshmen and sophomores, and a few graduate students.

    Everyone basically has the mentality of coming to play. They usually like to draw, but when they meet a competition, they just get a chance to show it.

    The deadline for the finals came as scheduled. Everyone packed their bags the night before, waited for the staff to knock on the door, handed in their drawings, and went back to school by car.

    Liang Yu was lucky, this week with Zheng Yimian caught up with the school's academic week, and he didn't have classes for the whole week, just went to listen to lectures everywhere, he only needs to ask Zhao Yuan to sign his name for himself when he participates in activities, and he can  I've been here leisurely for a week.

    When she was about to leave, Zheng Yimian sent him a message, and he came up to help her carry her things.

    The weather is fine today, he only wore a dark blue shirt, and leaned lazily on the cabinet: "Just a box and a bag? Anything else?"

    Zheng Yimian shook her head: "No, that's all."

    He stretched out his hand, one on each side, turned and went downstairs: "I'll go downstairs first, put these in the trunk, and come down when you're done."

    Standing at the door, Zheng Yimian saw his arm muscles under the shirt, which became more and more clear due to his exertion, and saw his shoulders and neat hair, feeling at ease.

    The "Lushui Suyou" who lived with me for a few days leaned over and sighed: "It's so nice, your boyfriend has been with you and helped you move things. How many years have you been talking about?"

    "How many years?" Zheng Yimian paused, "a few months."

    "It's only been a few months?" She looked surprised, "Seeing that the relationship is so good, it seems like we've been talking for a long time."

    Zheng Yimian looked at her: "What about you, aren't you leaving now?"

    "Us? Let's wait for the driver to pick us up honestly, and move something for us by the way."

    After saying goodbye, Zheng Yimian went downstairs.

    Liang Yu waited for her by the side of the car, and when he saw her coming, he grabbed his hair and said: "This time, take the car back first, and if you have a competition later, I will drive to see you off."

    Originally, he also planned to come by car, but because Zheng Yimian and the people from the two dormitories over there had to come together, and there was no room for one car, he gave up this idea.

    Zheng Yimian got into the car, smiled and said, "It's okay, I don't care."

    The car drove them back to school smoothly, and Liang Yu asked her, "When will the results come out?"

    Zheng Yimian pursed her lips: "It seems to be around Christmas, I should be able to get a notification when the results come out."

    Ben was just saying it casually, Zheng Yimian didn't expect that the time of ranking would be so accurate, it just happened to be Christmas.

    She and Liang Yu had made an appointment to go to the playground that day,p; They walked along the path of the playground, and occasionally talked about some small things from the past, mainly Zheng Yimian opened his mouth, and Liang Yu listened to her speak slowly, as if this could make up for the time he was not able to participate in.

    Zheng Yimian put his hands in his pockets, and said with a smile: "We draw sketches every morning, because sketches need to draw a lot of surfaces, and the lines can't be formed. We will wipe it with paper towels at the beginning, and wipe it with our fingers directly after the drawing. They  Some people wiped the lead on their hands and forgot that there was something on their hands, so they just touched their faces and noses, and the whole face was very black, like a groundhog"

    "Or I brought them a cake, and they just took it with their hands, and only after eating did they realize that they didn't wash their hands."

    "Later, I went to another studio to learn painting. There was a girl who came from another place and lived directly in the studio. I was the first one to go every day. After I opened the door, I called her inside. She couldn't speak Mandarin clearly. I wanted to say something.  I was in a daze, but every day when I got up, I rubbed my eyes and said, 'Oh, I'm so confused'"

    While she was talking, he was holding her hand to prevent her from being hit by passers-by who didn't look at the road.

    She turned to him with a smile and asked, "What about you? Didn't you have any funny things in your class before?"

    "Not in class, but in the Internet cafe," Liang Yu raised his eyebrows, "Every time the opposite party plays games very slowly, Zhao Yuan will ask others if they are playing games with the washing machine at home."

    "What about when the college entrance examination is about to take place in the third year of high school? Don't you have any?"

    "At that time, the teachers I hired were one-on-one, and there was no one around. It was not as interesting as you."

    Zheng Yimian nodded: "It must be boring, and no one is with you, if I were you, it would be difficult for me to persevere."

    "It's nothing difficult," he said slowly, and turned to look at her. "Because the desire and goal are too strong, I won't feel too tired. As long as the result is good, it's fine."

    "At that time, I knew that you were going to be admitted to W University. I was too far behind. I had no choice but to study day and night."

    Speaking of this, Zheng Yimian remembered that when they chatted one night before, Li Min asked her: "Aren't you curious why Liang Yu liked you at that time?"

    Before she could speak, the third child immediately said, "Because she looks good."

    At that time Zheng Yimian curled her lips and said, "He is not so superficial."

    After thinking about it, Zheng Yimian decided to ask, she licked her lips and asked him: "Youwhy do you like me?"

    In fact, if she liked her, she wouldn't be so curious, but at that time they didn't have much contact with each other, and she didn't expect Liang Yu to be so emotional.

    He paused, but didn't think much about it, and quickly replied: "Because it looks good."

    Zheng Yimian:?

    After a while, he smiled and took her shoulders, and said: "It's too complicated, I can't explain it. The reason why I like you, if you explain it in detail, should be your strengths, but in my opinion, your whole body is full of strengths.  Anything is good, and everything is a plus.¡±

    "Instead of thinking that it's strange that I like you, I think it's even more strange not to like you."

    Zheng Yimian secretly lamented that asking this question was like asking for nothing, and then asked herself in a daze, has his ability to please her always been so high?

    Arriving at the Ferris wheel, it happened to coincide with the end of the previous batch, and the Ferris wheel slowly rotated to welcome new passengers one by one.

    Liang Yu supported Zheng Yimian's waist, let her sit on the seat, and sat opposite her.

    The hatch was closed, the Ferris wheel began to rotate, and the flickering neon lights formed a sea of ??lights under the feet, swaying gracefully in the eyes.

    Zheng Yimian looked out, and saw the signboard of a bookstore faintly revealing under the shade of vegetation in the distance.

    She pointed to the bookstore, and casually said, "When I was young, I read comic books in the bookstore, and I secretly thought, if only I could publish a comic book in the future."

    Liang Yu smiled: "You have had dreams since you were very young."

    "Who didn't have dreams when they were young, you should have them too, right?"

    "have."

    Zheng Yimian asked him: "What is it?"

    Liang Yu paused and asked her, "Want to hear?"

    Zheng Yimian nodded.

    Liang Yu: " really want to hear it?"

    It was only now that Zheng Yimian became really curious: "Why, is the dream great? You made it so mysterious, I want to know even more."

    Liang Fable was concise and to the point, he looked out the window and said, "Marry you." (Remember the website of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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