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Chapter Seventeen Youth sprouts (1)

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    During this year, there was another episode in which a girl named Yang Wen expressed ambiguity to Wenming in the class.  Yang Wen is the literary and art committee member of the class. She is responsible for all the cultural and entertainment activities in the class, and she also manages the black newspaper behind the classroom.  One Saturday afternoon, she left Civilization behind to write a picture board newspaper.

    Wenming painted a picture of the countryside in spring: there is a farmhouse, a vegetable garden next to the farmhouse, towering mountains behind, and a stone arch bridge not far in front, and a farmer is crossing the bridge with a load.

    "Civilization, you should draw a village girl next to him!"

    "Why are you painting a village girl?"

    "Cut! I don't understand this! What are you talking about painting for?!"

    Civilization smiled foolishly.

    "Civilization, come down and rest!"

    Civilization got off the bench, and Yang Wen handed him a bottle of mineral water:

    "Look at you are tired and sweating!" As he spoke, he took out a tissue to wipe Wen Ming's sweat.

    Civilization was originally just a little bit hot, but she was so frightened that he was really sweating:

    "How dare I trouble you, I'll do it myself!"

    "Why do you share with me? You have chalk dust all over your hands, do you want to wipe it all over your face?" Before Wenming could evade, her hand holding the tissue had already reached Wenming's forehead.

    Wen Wenming wanted to snatch the tissue from her, but accidentally touched her hand. Yang Wen withdrew her hand, shyly:

    "You are good or bad! Look at how serious you are usually!"

    Wen Wenming was wronged more than Dou E, so he had to make an apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" Feeling that it wasn't enough, he added:

    "I really didn't mean to!"

    "Look how pitiful you are! You really did it on purpose!" Yang Wen blushed and looked down at herself rubbing the tissue between her hands.

    "I" Civilization didn't know what to say.

    "You! What are you? Tell me honestly, do you like me?" Yang Wen seemed to have made a great determination, and the tissue in her hand was torn.

    Although Wenming often deals with girls, this is the first time that a girl talks about "love" in front of him alone, and the subject of this "love" falls on him for no apparent reason, so his whole face is blushing.  Like fire burning clouds.

    "You are so bad! You like people but you dare not confess to them!" Yang Wen seemed to be blaming Wenming for being lustful but not courageous.

    "I¡­¡­"

    "You! You! You! It's you again! Go back and think about how to explain it to me! Hmph!" Civilization could hear the unstoppable air in the "hum".

    Yang Wen took her schoolbag, left the classroom, turned around and said when she went out, "I don't care, you have to find me before Monday!"

    After Yang Wen left, Wen Wenming stayed alone in the classroom of Nuo University, thinking that the girl Yang Wen must have fallen in love with him, and felt a little proud in his heart, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

    After he finished painting the farmer, he drew floating clouds in the air, and the whole painting was completed.  Wen Ming wiped off the brush dust in his hand, and looked at the farmer: "Uncle, I have to wrong you, I can't draw this village girl!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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