Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 431 Fanwai: Caught the daughter and son-in-law who climbed over the wall
Both of them paused in their footsteps.

The dean enthusiastically introduced the "new teacher" to Ji's mother.

"Oh ho."

Ji Ning'an thought, the car overturned.

"Teacher Shi?"

Mother Ji was silent for a long time, looking at Shi Jingnian and Ji Ning'an who was hiding behind him.

"Mom." Shi Jingnian called out directly and frankly, without hiding anything.

Dean:? ? !
He picked out his ears stiffly, looked at them in horror, his voice was difficult.

"Mr. Zhuang, don't you only have one daughter? When will you have an extra...son?"

"This is my son-in-law."

Ji's mother knew what was going on when she saw them. It was probably because Shi Jingnian couldn't hold back Ji Ning'an, so she could only mess around with her. She picked up Ji Ning'an's school uniform collar and smiled, "This is my daughter."

"Ms. Zhuang." Ji Ning'an struggled, "Outside, please save some face for your daughter."

Dean:"……"

He looked at the three people in front of him, turbulent in the wind, fixed on the girl's school uniform, and smiled dryly: "Mr. Zhuang, you are quite open hahahaha."

After Ji's mother said goodbye to the dean, she angrily led them to the office.

"Come to Yizhong and tell me directly, as for being so sneaky!"

Ji Ning'an complained aggrievedly: "It's Shi Jingnian who wants to pursue excitement, and neither do I."

Shi Jingnian glanced at her, neither salty nor indifferent: "Well, it's me."

Ji's mother rolled her eyes, thinking about it with her toes, she knew that it was Ji Ning'an who complained first.

"Okay, come to the classroom cafeteria for lunch at noon."

"Okay!" Ji Ning'an made a grimace, and was held by Shi Jingnian.

The noise of students came from classrooms, stacked books, messy desks and chairs can be seen everywhere, youth is noisy and flamboyant.

Ji's mother was still in class, so the two walked around the campus of No. [-] Middle School openly and aboveboard. During the period, they also met several teachers they knew and greeted them warmly.

One shot saves one, this little girl is their golden signboard.

Ji Ning'an introduced Shi Jingnian to them generously.

Shi Jingnian was humble and polite, with a cool and peaceful demeanor.

The teacher looked at the two people standing together, and couldn't help feeling: "In a blink of an eye, they grew up and got married."

After separating from the teacher, Ji Ning'an held back a smile and asked him, "Professor Shi, did you violate any rules in high school?"

"No."

Also.

People like Shi Jingnian are the rules themselves.

She shook his hand seriously: "Well, I declare that you are breaking the rules now."

Shi Jingnian had a half-smile, "It's nothing to climb over the wall, is it?"

"Ok?"

He pushed her to the corner of the wall, leaned over and kissed her: "Puppy love counts."

When Ji Ning'an came out, her face was a little red, and her lips were also red.

The girl told him a lot of things in high school, and asked him persistently if there was anything special in high school.

Shi Jingnian told the truth: "The first year of senior high school was recommended to go abroad, but I didn't get much."

"..."

"Stop talking!"

Ji Ning'an can actually imagine what he looked like in high school.

The young man is handsome, cool and dusty, wearing a white shirt, walking through the teaching building at dusk, riding a bicycle through every street, clean and elegant, excellent and self-disciplined.

She was still young at that time, maybe she came out of cram school one afternoon and passed him by.

...

"Little Lemon Diary"

In fact, during the two and a half years of strangers, it was not that there was no contact at all.

Ji Ning'an called him, the only time.

It was from a phone booth.

It was a snowy night in February, and it was also her birthday. She had a big fight with her mother, and ran out crying, but she didn't know where to go.

Heavy snow fell, drowning people.

She took shelter from the snow in the phone booth and called him instinctively while crying.

The numbers are familiar by heart.

Every word I press down is the throbbing of the past.

His fingertips were red and trembling with cold.

He got through.

say hello.

The voice resounded in the silence, piercing the long distance.

Familiar yet unfamiliar, as clear as ever, with an unfamiliar coldness in his tone.

She held the phone, and it was so busy without speaking.

I don't know what to say at all.

I don't even know why I called him.

The emotions accumulated in my heart for a long time almost overwhelmed me on this snowy night.

The suppressed cry was choked and crushed, lost in the whistling snow, and fell into Shi Jingnian's ear clearly along with the telephone line.

The hand holding the phone suddenly stopped.

The call was quiet for a long time, and no one hung up.

It was so quiet that we could hear each other's breathing clearly, and it was so long that only the cry of a girl remained.

Shi Jingnian said that he asked her if she was interested in Renaissance works during the exhibition of 500 years of western art collections.
The tone is so peaceful and peaceful, like chatting with friends.

Ji Ning'an didn't answer him immediately.

He continued.

"Classicism? Impressionism?"

The man paced around the exhibition and stopped in front of a painting, with a slight smile on his thin lips: "What do you think of the baroque Die Amazonenschlacht?"

He has a very special taste when he speaks German, his voice is deep and tender, which makes people peaceful.

Ji Ning'an has also been to the Western 500 Years Art Exhibition, and has admired paintings of different genres several times. At this moment, in the silent atmosphere, she sniffed and couldn't help but say.

"Rubens' art is concerned with the expression of life force and emotion..."

The little girl's voice was hoarse. She cried a lot just now, and the nasal sound has not calmed down yet.

"Compared to the delicateness of Renaissance paintings, I like all the super dynamics in his paintings, and the momentum expressed by the colors of the Battle of Amaron..."

Some researchers think.

This painting is Rubens influenced by Da Vinci's "Battle of Angali" or Titian's "Battle of Cador".

However, Ji Ning'an has a unique artistic style when looking at the overall painting.

Shi Jingnian said with a smile, his voice was deep and mellow, like the comfort of a rainy day.

"L'Eretion de la Croix..."

Ji Ning'an was fortunate enough to see the whole picture of the triptych with the erected cross, and was slowly aroused by his words.

Responses have also become more, talking freely about the 500 years of the West, forgetting sadness and anger for a while.

They couldn't see each other's faces through a phone call and a long distance, they could only hear each other's voice.

From the Renaissance to realism, impressionism and post-impressionism, and to the documentary behind the masterpieces, such as a brief history of impressionism.

He and she also have the same love for art, have the same ideas, but also have different differences. The just right Chengdu allows them to talk without any hindrance, without worrying whether the other party will not understand their own ideas.

Never so much, indulge and enjoy.

When Shi Jingnian walked through every area of ​​the art exhibition in the dead of night, he stopped for a long time to appreciate it, his back was cold and aloof, inviting people to explore.

Ji Ning'an stood in the red phone booth, holding the phone in one hand, her fingers were a little stiff from the cold, but she didn't notice it.

The brown eyes reflected the never-ending wind and snow outside the pavilion, the tears on his face gradually dried up, and all the choked and wronged emotions fell into a strange calm.

This call was busy for three full hours.

At last.

he said to her.

"Happy birthday."

That year, it was Ji Ning'an who was 21 years old.

What he said for three hours made her firm in her choices and dreams.

Snow is still falling.

...

"Ling Lemon First Met"

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn that year, it was still a little green, and there was still a breath of summer in the wind.

They just met each other not long ago.

He came to visit his father as promised.

(End of this chapter)