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"Go to the stream to play in winter?"

Xiong Beike tried to explain inexplicably: "Maybe the teacher thinks that the Qishan Jiuzhaigou in winter has a different scene?"

Everyone:"…………"

Fu Yuan stood behind Song Qingxu silently listening to today's arrangement, with his focus on the left side, and the toe of his right foot tapped the ground lightly, a little absent-minded.

He was thinking wildly, when he unsteadily knocked down on Song Qingxu.

Song Qingxu straightened him up, took him into his arms without giving him any chance to move around, and listened carefully to Xiong Beike's explanation of today's activities.

The first day was still free activities, and the school arranged a lot of group activities for them on the second day.

In the morning, I will go to the middle reaches of the most famous mountain stream in Jiuzhai. The school arranges teachers to do color landscape painting, and there are groups of three.

Fortunately, the school's requirement is only to see the teacher's paintings, otherwise Song Qingxu would be worried because of the painting bag he kept halfway up Qishan Mountain.

So everyone packs light—if backpacks full of snacks don't count.

Xiong Beike has been working tirelessly to control the order. Everyone can't stop chattering while swiping their phones, and the three classes are active together. He can manage his own class but not others, and the result is still noisy.

The distance is not far away, the three classes together reluctantly lined up in two columns like elementary school students, with long tails, the large troops headed for the mountain stream in a mighty manner.

"I'm not hungry at all," Song Qingxu kept walking, but paused for a long time in the middle of speaking, and muttered innocently: "But I just want to eat something."

"...You're just greedy." After Fu Yuan evaluated objectively, he blindly took out two oxtails that he stuffed in his pocket because of his foresight in the morning.

Seeing that Niu □□ was even vacuum-packaged before being delivered to him, Song Qingxu was moved to tears: "It's different when you have a boyfriend."

"After people find a partner, they rack their brains every day to think about how to coax them. As a result, I am spoiled by my boyfriend every day."

Song Qingxu couldn't help being a little envious of himself: "Why do you think I have such a good eye?"

Fu Yuan: "...Eating can't stop your mouth."

Immersed in his sourness and unable to extricate himself, Song Qingxu slowly gnawed on the cow's milk, while enjoying himself humming a little song and following the large army.

"What are you humming?" Fu Yuan inexplicably felt that the tune was very familiar, so he couldn't help asking.

Song Qingxu stopped humming in a daze, continued to chew the oxtail, and replied vaguely: "Didn't you play a song for me when I was painting yesterday? It was the song I listened to at that time."

Fu Yuan frowned, thought for a long time but couldn't think of any song title, and hummed the song along with Song Qingxu's tune.

"...Summer afternoon...I like you quietly..."

Song Qingxu reacted very quickly, and immediately turned his head: "You hummed the lyrics!"

"Look, I just hummed a song casually, and the lyrics are all about liking you."

Fu Yuan pursed his lips and smiled, not answering.

Song Qingxu was not willing to let go of such an opportunity, and continued to show: "Look, I like you, right?"

Fu Yuan refused to answer this question.

Seeing him squinting and smiling and not answering, Song Qingxu was so anxious that the salty and spicy beef in his hand suddenly tasted bad.

"I like you, and the kind I like, don't I?"

"I really like my baby, don't you believe it?"

The more Song Qingxu thought about it, the more frustrated he became. What should he do if his boyfriend doesn't accept his words that he likes him?Isn't this going the right way?

"Baby, I like you, the kind I like very much, absolutely no less than you like me!"

He had a posture of continuing to argue about the topic of "I like you, I really like you, more than you like me", Fu Yuan hurriedly covered his mouth and ears It's so red.

"What's so arguable about this kind of thing! Don't talk about it, I know, I know, really!"

"Hush—keep your voice down, there are people all around!"

Song Qing Xu Xin reluctantly closed his mouth, communicated with Fu Yuan with his eyes, and after confirming that his boyfriend agreed with his point of view, he reluctantly stopped his desire to express, but still looked at Fu Yuan with his eyes from time to time. he.

Why is the boyfriend's desire to win and lose always used in various strange places.

Along the way, Fu Yuan pretended that he didn't know that Song Qingxu was watching him quietly, and silently plugged his earphones tightly.

The teacher who did the model painting for the first-year students unexpectedly did not keep everyone waiting, but asked them to go to the destination one step ahead. When they arrived, the teacher had already set up the easel, put the drawing board, and glued the drawing paper .

A classmate who knew the teacher went to help fill the bucket with half a bucket of water. The water source was the nearby mountain stream, and the water looked clear. There was no tap water nearby, so I had to make do with it.

"Some students who have taken the school exam should have painted landscapes, while others may have just seen it."

The teacher is a woman who looks fairly young. Her half-length hair is randomly tied in a small pull at the back of her head, and a strand of silver-gray highlights is very obvious.

She took a lollipop in her mouth, bent down and broke it hard with both hands. With a "click", the two buckles on both sides of the paint box were undone, and with a light push and lift, the cover was easily taken off. .

The teacher brought a small horse to put the paint box in advance, which is much higher, and there is no need to bend over a lot when painting.

Looking at this scene, Song Qingxu only felt cordial. It had been more than a year since he last saw the color painting, and there was still a slight overlap between the style of this teacher and the color teacher in his unified examination training.

Fu Yuan had never seen this kind of battle before, so he poked around curiously.

"I won't talk too much, everyone, look carefully, and I will draw a picture. There will be a color class next semester, so you should be mentally prepared."

As the female teacher spoke, her hands kept moving, she reached down with the pen in her right hand, dug out a lot of paint on the side of the paint tray, and then began to stir boldly, which made Fu Yuan dumbfounded.

Digging such a big lump of paint, it was thrown onto the drawing paper before it was evenly mixed.

That's right, it's "打", and it's still "打" fiercely.

I don't know if the easel couldn't bear the weight for a while, so it kept shaking, and Fu Yuan almost couldn't help reaching out to support the easel.

The female teacher seems to be accustomed to the shaking of the easel, and continues to draw strokes one after another. The force is so strong and the brush strokes are so numerous that after a few strokes, she has to dip some paint and stir it on the paint tray.

With layman's longing and thirst for knowledge, Fu Yuan, together with a group of students from the design department of N University and a few tourists who joined in the fun, watched the teacher make a model painting earnestly.

"...Wow." Fu Yuan sighed softly, afraid that he would disturb this beautiful and peaceful atmosphere, he almost dared not even breathe out.

The teacher drew quickly, with clean movements, and almost nothing was covered in the painted areas. Soon the whole picture was covered and entered the finishing stage.

Fu Yuan originally thought that the teacher would keep using the large paintbrush in his hand, but the teacher rinsed the large brush vigorously in the bucket, and then picked a smaller one in the bucket.

The female teacher maintained the vigorous image in Fu Yuan's heart. When vigorously rinsing the pen, the bucket made an unbearable "empty" knocking sound, and when the water on the pen was finally thrown, the water began to splash uncontrollably.

The few students who were standing by the bucket shrank away silently, and maintained a very gentle attitude towards the water splashing on their pants, without even exclaiming.

Fu Yuan, who was on the left of the teacher, worried about them for a while, but it turned out that they seemed to be okay, and silently realized that he was making a fuss, and they were already used to this kind of operation.

The pen falls on the screen like a little loach, very flexible, with one stroke left and one right, a lot of details have been added unconsciously.

The screen has a new look.

Finally, the teacher leaned back slightly to look at the picture, and slightly changed the color level of the junction of mountains and streams.

Fan Hua was indeed over soon, and the female teacher did not say anything. After saying "Look at it yourself", she stretched her waist and left her seat to the side.Everyone moved closer to take pictures.

Fu Yuan stood near the front, and he took Song Qingxu's cell phone, and took several pictures of the slightly wet painting on the drawing board with a very serious attitude, before he reluctantly squeezed it out.

"This teacher draws beautifully! Do you all draw like this?"

Song Qingxu stuffed his phone back into his pocket, rubbed the back of his neck, and wrapped him in his arms: "This teacher is walking in a wild style, but when I was training for the unified examination, the color teacher often asked us to draw wildly when we were painting." a little."

Fu Yuan showed his head in his arms, and praised sincerely: "Anyway, it looks really good-looking to me as a layman."

"This teacher paints really well." Song Qingxu also liked the teacher's painting style very much, with large brush strokes and strong color sense.

After seeing Fan's paintings, it was free in the morning. It looked like that on the itinerary, but in fact, it was only an hour, and everyone was free again.

Fu Yuan was led by Song Qingxu for a while, and suggested to check in at popular attractions, "I heard that the water there is super clear, and many tourists will wait for watering under the small waterfall."

"It just so happened that I brought a cup, and we'll fill it up after drinking the water in it."

Behind Song Qingxu, Fu Yuan carefully tugged at the hem of his clothes, and walked on the steps frightened.

There is a huge distance between each stone, and Fu Yuan always feels that if he is not careful, he will step on the air and fall into the stream.Although the water is very clear, it is also very cold in winter.

He has no idea of ​​taking an ice bath just yet.

Song Qingxu was poked in the back, he grabbed Fu Yuan's hand and led him to continue walking.

In front are two stones with a large span, and the length is not regular at all, one is more and the other is missing.

Fu Yuan looked at the chills all over the place, and seeing that Song Qingxu had already stepped over, he was still dawdling on the rock where he had originally landed, not daring to take a single step.

Song Qingxu stretched out his hand to hold him again: "I'll grab you, and I'll come here in no time."

Fu Yuan's face was wrinkled in pain, and he looked at him pitifully.

Song Qingxu was soft-hearted by him, and patiently and softly coaxed him to jump over.

"I will definitely hug you, don't worry, okay? Can I still catch my boyfriend?"

After trying to persuade him, Song Qingxu pulled Fu Yuan hard to the big rock he was standing on.

Tourists take different routes, so they don't have to worry about collisions. What's more, they put on slippers and walk freely in the water.

... They are envious.

Later, Fu Yuan didn't dare to leave any more, Song Qingxu took out the water glass from his bag, and went down the small waterfall single-handedly.

Fu Yuan watched him eagerly with his backpack in his arms, froze on the stone in fear and looked in Song Qingxu's direction, just like a husband-watching stone.

The rest of the road was actually not far away. Song Qingxu took a few cups of water and jumped under the small waterfall. He tried his best to climb up a few big rocks, trying to get cleaner water.

In fact, what is the use of receiving water? Everyone knows it well, but they are just thinking about the phrase "everyone is here". How can we not experience such a classic gameplay.

Song Qingxu stretched out his hand to continue, and tried his best to pull the clothes up, but the stream water was still sprayed all over his body. Although it was clear, it was cold.

He jumped back in a little embarrassment, Fu Yuan wiped his face with a tissue, and then wiped his body briefly.

Putting the water cup back into the backpack and carrying it on his back, Song Qingxu led Fu Yuan and jumped back one by one.

This scene looked a little funny, Fu Yuan laughed while dancing: "It seems a bit silly for us to look like this."

Song Qingxu pinched his nose and pretended to attack him: "Who are you talking about being stupid? Huh?"

Fu Yuan pinched his nose, and laughed muffledly: "Hahahaha, you're all stupid!"