Small scum and big touch

In order to finish drawing two sketches every night, Xiaohua Zha didn't leave at the latest every day, although he used to dawdle until the latest in order to get a few more glances at Dazhuo.

But now it is different!

Seeing Da Chu sitting next to him and concentrating on helping him change the painting, and saying breakfast to him in a soft voice, Xiao Huazhu felt that it was worthwhile to stay in the studio for the rest of his life.

The male god is too handsome, what should I do if I can't hold it anymore?Very anxious to wait online.

Xiao Huazhu stared at Da Chu's profile, his thoughts had already escaped his mind, and only Da Chu's figure was left.

Da Chu turned his head and smiled: "It's not even night yet, your eyes are almost ready to be used as light bulbs?"

The little painting slag quickly regained consciousness, and was about to hit back at him with his mouth flattened, but when he saw the male god's face, he immediately bit his lips and remained silent, with an aggrieved look on his face.

"Okay, let's not talk about you, copy this painting of mine, and draw well."

Da Chu handed him the sketchpad with the paper clipped on it, and gave him the sharpened pen.

"You, you're just too sloppy. How can you use a pen like this." Da Chu took out the pitted pencil from the pencil case, and smoothed it out little by little. The oblique angle is very comfortable to use , The length of the lead is just right, much better looking than a pencil sharpener.

"You are such a good person." Xiao Huazhu's eyes lit up, and he looked at Dachu with admiration, and his eyes gradually filled with love.

The corner of Da Chu's mouth twitched and said: "So don't distract me, draw well, and don't sleep until you finish drawing."

The little painting slag smiled on his face, but shed tears in his heart.

Sure enough, men are like this. After looking at his invincible and good-looking face for a long time, my own beauty tricks will not work.

But such a big touch is forcing him to paint, Xiaohuazai feels that he is trying to take off his vest, but when he turns his head and sees that his current painting is compared with the big touch, but the road ahead is long.

So he could only look up at Da Chuo's face and painting with envy.

When I was copying, Dachu was also writing and drawing in the sketchbook. Xiaohuazhu stretched his neck and turned his head to look at it, and found that Dachu drew the way he was drawing, and he was suddenly happy.

"What? Finished the painting?" Da Touch raised his head and stopped drawing. After checking the painting of Little Slag, he talked to him about the areas for improvement, and finally said: "But the picture is richer, and the lines are much smoother than before. .It’s great, you can paint well with oil painting.”

The little painting scum suddenly floated away.

The male god praised me hahaha!

This is also one of the reasons why the little painting slag is willing to finish painting here every day before leaving. With the company of big touch and being praised, this life should not be too easy!

The little painting slag imagined that one day his painting skills would advance by leaps and bounds, and he would be on par with Da Touch, walking side by side with Da Touch with the approval of his teacher and the support of his classmates, leading to the road to the winner of life together, he couldn't help showing a smirk.

Dachu found that he was immersed in his own imagination again, poked the tip of his nose and said: "Pack up your things, the evening self-study is not finished yet, you can still read books when you go back."

Being pulled back to the miserable reality made the little painting slag purse his mouth again, and said weakly: "I don't want to go back to the classroom..."

"Well, where do you want to go if you don't go back to the classroom?" Da Touch packed up his things, and by the way, he helped Little Scumbag sharpen his pencils into soft and hard ones and put them away.

"I just want to draw with you...with all of you." Xiao Huazha said weakly, afraid that Xueba would be upset and throw him back to the classroom to study and ignore him.

Da Touch smiled: "It's okay not to study, but it's time to major, if the culture can't catch up, wouldn't it be a disadvantage if you can't get into the school you want?"

Oh yes.

The little painting scum imagined that under the guidance of Da Chu, he had passed the same professional school as his professional school, but in the end he fell down in the results of the culture class, and since then he has never been in touch with each other.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

no!The little painting scumbag's alarm bells rang loudly, and he wanted to turn over a new leaf and start a new life in order to study hard and make progress every day.

"Someone can get into a prestigious university by learning painting from scratch during the eight months of high school training. How about you..." Da Chu looked at him with a smile, and said, "You can get enlightened by giving pointers."

Xiao Huazhu nodded quickly, although he felt that something was weird, but Da Chu was right in everything he said.

As the saying goes, listening to a conversation is better than reading many years of books!He is going to march towards the big touch!

"Then you...can you..." the little painting slag shouted in his heart, speak out!Let him tutor you!At the same time, I was entangled, would Da Touch feel tired because he looked very tired...

Xiaohuazha was so entangled that his little face flushed red, he was hesitant and unable to make a decision, but it was Dachu who spoke first.

"It's okay if you want me to teach you, but..." He said with a playful expression in his eyes, "What do you use to pay for your tuition?"

I can promise it with my body!You can treat me this way and that, I will definitely not resist!Don't pity me, this tender grass!

The little painting slag was expressing his remarks excitedly in his heart, but his face was really timid. His eyes were full of anticipation. They were already huge, and the corners of his eyes were a little downward. In order to see the big touch, he had to tilt his head slightly. From the perspective of the big touch, these eyes are really innocent and a little pitiful.

"Forget it, the tuition and so on will be paid after I hand over your skills." Da Chu couldn't help pinching the rosy cheeks of Xiao Huazhu, "You have to fight for me."

The skin on his face that had been touched by the big touch was a little hot, and the little painting scum was about to feel overwhelmed, so he couldn't help but said softly: "I will definitely learn from it!"

"Good boy. Let's make an appointment this weekend. Let me take a look at your last monthly exam paper..."

He can no longer hear what Da Touch is saying, his mind is full of "weekend" and "date".

The pink bubbles instantly overwhelmed him.He couldn't even remember how Dachu sent him out of school and into the car, or how he got home.

Back in the room at night, I kept rubbing back and forth on the bed, shouting happily.

"What's the matter with him?" Xiaohuazhu's brother asked the butler when he heard the little painting's movements upstairs.

The housekeeper just described: "Today, the young master's classmates sent him to school, and the young master seems to be quite calm in the car."

The elder brother frowned and thought for a while, and felt that his younger brother had reached the second stage of middle school and his personality became frizzy, so he boiled a cup of hot milk and brought it up in person, preparing to have a good talk with his younger brother.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiao Huazha hugging a pillow and typing with his mobile phone in his hand, his face was flushed with excitement, and he was rolling on the bed, not looking serious.

The elder brother frowned and put the milk on the table, only then did Xiao Huazha notice that he had come in, and quickly turned off the phone guiltily and put it in the pocket of his pajamas.

"What's the charge? I knocked on the door for a long time and didn't come to open the door to chat with anyone so selfless?"

Seeing his brother frowning displeasedly, the little painting slag came over timidly, and quickly hugged his brother's arm and said, "Brother! I'm chatting with the big touch who has a good grade in our studio, and he has a better sense of distance." They didn’t always change the drawing with us very carefully! They even said that they would give me tutoring! On weekends, they spared time to teach me the papers, blah blah blah…”

Hearing "weekend" and "tutoring" in a big push of praise, he immediately realized something was wrong, handed the milk cup to Xiaohuazha to plug his mouth, frowned, and said, "He gives you tutoring? Where is the tutoring?" ?”

Xiao Huazhu took a big gulp of Niumei, and there was still a ring of milk stains on the side of his mouth, and he said quickly: "It's in a cafe opened by his relatives. There is a cubicle on the second floor for us to study."

The elder brother looked impatient, but wiped the mouth of the little painting scum with a tissue in his hand: "You look dumb, don't be tricked into paying back the helper's money."

"How could it be! Da Chu is not that kind of person!" Although his elder brother is very nice, Xiao Hua Scum couldn't help but talk back to his elder brother because of Da Chu.

Even if the big touch tricked him into doing something unsuitable for children, he would still be willing...

The little painting slag thought about that scene, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

"Look at your stupidity, you look like you've been cheated." The elder brother knew at a glance that his younger brother couldn't understand the world clearly at home, and the originally introverted and cowardly person suddenly jumped out to be such a protective and close friend, something big was bound to happen .

"No, I'll go with you tomorrow."

"..." The little painting slag looked at him pitifully, the pink bubble in the world of two people in his heart was smashed by his big hand.

"What? Do you have an opinion?" The elder brother glanced at him with rested eyes, his eyes were filled with the words "If you don't agree, don't even think about going out on the weekend".

The little painting scum immediately said cowardly: "Brother is right, I will go with my brother tomorrow."

"Huh, go to bed early, don't play with your phone too late."

"Brother also go to bed early." Under the aggrieved eyes of the little painting slag, the elder brother walked away without looking back while holding the cup he had finished drinking.