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Chapter 36 My Misery Comes Again

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    A still life sketch in the morning, and a watercolor still life in the afternoon.  It was the table setting.  It all seemed to be over very quickly.

    There was just an episode in the afternoon.  Watercolor sketches must use water.  Only then did I understand why they all carried a small plastic bucket in the morning.

    What I brought is a glass jar, the kind that holds canned fruit, short, round and steady.  That kind of whole body is transparent, filled with water, and it is one piece of transparency.  White light penetrates from the surface of the water, which is icy and lovely.

    Put it on the ground, but was kicked down by a classmate who hurried past.  The water splashed out like a flood, like a layer of ocean waves, spreading quickly to the distance.  The glass jar swirls with its bulging body.

    It was a girl, she got up embarrassed, hurriedly said sorry, bent down, picked up the glass jar that hadn't finished spinning, said sorry again, her face flushed, I don't know if she was embarrassed, or just bent over, the blood poured  caused by the head.

    I sat on a very low stool, raised my head, and looked up. My face was hot and seemed to be red too.  She pressed the glass jar into the bucket in her hand, filled it with water, and lifted it out again. She also brought out a hanging waterfall, smashed it into the bucket, and printed a circle.  It devours.

    She put it on the ground, and I smiled at her sheepishly.  She flicked her ponytail, carried a bucket, straightened her body and walked in front of me.  The ponytail bounced up and down, very rhythmically and cheerfully.  Very light movement.  sat right in front of me.

    She was dressed lightly, and the jacket hugged her body tightly, showing off her small waist.  The white sweatpants stretched her swollen buttocks into two.  My nerves were shaken, and I immediately felt a kind of shame, my eyes quickly dropped, and my brain was buzzing with heat.

    There is a table in the middle of the classroom, covered with a blue cloth with some pleats, and a large bottle of cocacola.  Scatter some apples and oranges around it.  Apples are red and blue, and oranges are yellow and green.

    Some of them are standing upright, some are lying down, like mannequins, posing in various poses, waiting for us to draw.

    I felt hot again because my watercolor training hadn't started yet.

    Now that I vaguely think of it, it must be because I was stingy with money.  The art enlightenment teacher I was looking for was only good at pencil sketching. As for watercolor sketching, I had to wait until I took a training class in the city.  Bedding, clothes, art supplies, a lot of luggage.

    My brother helped me carry some luggage, and we ran away in the dust all the way.  Tuition is expensive, and teachers are extremely impatient with uneducated students.  Unable to bear this expensive and heavy insult, he fled back by himself.  The first teacher regretted it, and started to learn by himself, the exam was approaching.

    After finishing the work hastily and packing up the painting tools, Huang Hui and I left in a hurry and escaped from a kind of shame.  Looking at their beautifully constructed pictures, I feel a shame of poverty and backwardness.  escaped, but the spirit did not escape from the shame.

    The north wind gathered all its strength, and blew violently until his face darkened.  The building was bleak, and my whole body shivered.  There were ghostly whimpers in the dark hole, where the windows were broken, and the cold wind came in, whining and whining.

    All the way against the wind, the bicycle was like a leaf in the water, light and fluffy, as if it was blown away without paying attention.  Riding on the bike, you don't have to pedal hard enough, and you are almost unable to move due to the wind.

    Get out of the car, all the way far away, suddenly feel that the hard work and grievances poured down from the sky, turned into the wind, and rushed towards us.  I have a vague premonition that the suffering of my life is coming.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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