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Chapter 35 Red Sleeves, Red Sleeves, Beautiful and Impressive

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    A little cold, I folded my arms.  The sky is full of clouds, oval-colored, and darker.

    Why is Tian always so cheeky every time he faces a test!  My heart is wrapped in this darkness, wishing that I have three heads and six arms, fly into the sky, tear off a corner, and look at the blue sky.

    Huang Hui pushed my elbow, "Look, those from other schools are led by teachers."

    I turned my head and looked south. A teacher-like person was walking in the front, followed by a few students in twos and threes, all carrying green drawing boards.

    The immature face is a green radish that has been marinated in salt water for a long time, with a cold and hard layer of skin, revealing tenderness, with unshakable fear, shaking anxious eyes, looking here and there.

    The teacher stood upright and walked straight north.  But the eyes of the students behind are scanning everywhere, like searchlights that can rotate in infinite directions in the dark night.

    When they looked at Huang Hui and me, their anxiety flashed, and their eyes burned red until they turned a cool blue color, and they immediately became hideous.  They probably thought that they were the only ones in this impoverished town who knew art.  So presumptuous!

    The door of the art building in front is still locked.  It's not time for the exam yet.

    Standing at the door was a very short man with a big head and a square under the chin, making his head very square.  A red card hung on his chest, proving that he was the invigilator.

    He stared directly at the south, confronting the teacher who was looking north, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.  Datou took a step down the third step, and raised his arm far away from him, wanting to say hello?  No, it was a handshake, and there was another hum haha, "Did you bring them here today?" "Yeah, are you supervising today?" Nonsense!

    I lowered my head and looked at my watch.

    Only then did Huang Hui's voice become clear, "Our teacher is really annoying, so tell me not to come." It turned out that it had been nagging non-stop.  I was in a coma just now, and when I vaguely heard this sentence suddenly, it was like a blow to the head.

    I subconsciously turned my head and looked at her, but she was still talking.  Huang Hui, typical pear face, eyes, nose, mouth, everything is small.  Curly hair, wearing a fashionable down jacket, red, dazzling red.

    I twisted my neck, and my gaze fell to the red and green floor tiles.  Blocks of two colors form a flower shape, blooming from the bottom of the feet to other places.

    Flowers, red, green.  Suddenly, it was all blurred, and my eyes flew into the dream.  My heart is running wild, like a mouse running around in my heart, I think it is irritable, but I am afraid that it will pierce its belly and come out.  Can't hear what Huang Hui said.

    She was holding a fist with one hand and holding a picture folder in her hand.

    Possibly because she was tired from standing, she shook the portfolio back and forth, and the corner of the portfolio rubbed against her knees.  I bought this picture folder too small. When we came here, we saw someone else's, and we knew ours. It was about the size of 8-motif paper.

    Others can hold 4 open paper.  However, for this small portfolio, my father's salary for a week was spent.

    For many years, my father rode a curved handlebar bicycle to drive a hundred miles, getting up early and staying late, and going back and forth every day.  Just because I said "I want to study art", I asked for leave and went to a distant city to buy.

    For such a rural family supporting two students, the drawing board is expensive, the paintbrush is expensive, the paint is expensive, and the drawing paper is expensive.  Using a piece of octavo drawing paper is equivalent to spending 5 cents.  Poverty, did not teach me to be strong, but only made me realize the bitterness and hardship of life, but living is the horror of death and suffocation.

    I studied art for fun, and most of the time it was because I had no hope of taking the exam, so I stumbled on it randomly.  Coincidentally, it was the first year of Yanghu Middle School recruiting special students.

    The announcement came suddenly, followed by everything else.  I suddenly told my parents, my parents suddenly bought me all painting tools, and I suddenly found an art teacher.  Huang Hui suddenly worshiped me as a teacher again, and to this day, we are suddenly standing here in the examination room again.  Everything is like a dream.

    The ears were suddenly clear, Huang Hui stopped talking, and everyone around was walking towards the door of the building, carrying green clips and carrying plastic boxes like small luggage bags.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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