the most precious

"Zhixuan, why did you call us here at night?" A girl, Dong Juanjuan, asked with a yawn.

"Let me tell you, don't miss this opportunity. This is a note I borrowed cheekily from Qi Zangfeng. I read this note once, and I feel that my mind is three points clear. I borrowed it for one night. Let's copy the contents." Ding Zhixuan carefully took out the notebook, and solemnly spread it out on the table, "I treat you as friends, otherwise I wouldn't have called you over!"

A boy, Fang Zhengguo, read a few pages of notes curiously. The notes were clear in thinking, clear in structure, clearly marked with basic points and key points, and a complete collection of wrong questions, all of which were different types of mistakes. How much thought did the people spend.He sighed: "It's no wonder Qi Zangfeng's cultural class scores are so much higher than mine. Do you know that once my painting got the same score as his, I was so happy, and it turned out that his cultural class was 100 points higher than mine If you get too many points, just throw me a few streets away."

When he said this, several classmates also paid attention to it, and they would copy it when they opened the notebook.

"No, there are four of us, and there is only one note. How can we copy it?" The last person, Zhang He, questioned.

"That's right." Ding Zhixuan thought about it, "I'm so happy and confused."

Fang Zhengguo thought of an idea: "Otherwise, let's take the notes apart and make a copy for each person, and the copy will be finished soon."

"No, no, no!" After taking apart the notes, Qi Zangfeng might be done with an apology. If Qian Liang gets angry, she won't be able to hold back. Ding Zhixuan quickly denied this idea, "It's not good to be so much."

"What are you arguing about!" Dong Juanjuan said impatiently, "It would be better to take a picture with a camera, it saves time and effort, and you don't need to take apart the notes."

Ding Zhixuan shrugged: "I don't have such an expensive thing, who of you has it?"

The two boys looked at each other, neither of them.

Dong Juanjuan smiled triumphantly: "I have, my dad just gave me a birthday present."

"Then take it out quickly!" Zhang He urged her.

Dong Juanjuan took out the camera and took pictures of the notebook page by page. Soon, the notebook was finished.Ding Zhixuan solemnly put away the notes again, planning to return them to Qi Zangfeng tomorrow.The four of them shared the money for laundering the photos, and there was nothing to do.

Ding Zhixuan didn't want to be silent, so she started a conversation: "Do you know who made this note?"

"Isn't it Qi Zangfeng?" Zhang He answered.

"No, it was made by Qian Liang." Ding Zhixuan was still very envious when thinking about it now, "It was specially made. Art students and non-art students have different requirements for cultural courses. Qian Liang felt that his notes were not suitable for Qi Zangfeng. I specially made another one for him.”

"It's him?" Fang Zhengguo said in surprise, "Fortunately, the notes were not opened, I dare not provoke him."

"Have you seen him?" Dong Juanjuan asked, "Is he very fierce?"

"Yeah." Fang Zhengguo thought of Qian Liang's eyes, and he was a little terrified, "He is not fierce, and his face is expressionless, but I don't dare to talk to him."

"Just say it, it's like the mouse saw the cat!" Dong Juanjuan sneered.

"You are the mouse." Fang Zhengguo glared at Dong Juanjuan.

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Ding Zhixuan quickly interrupted: "But he is very gentle to Qi Zangfeng."

"How to say?" Zhang He was curious.

Ding Zhixuan recounted what happened in the studio during the day: "I was about to cry seeing Qi Zangfeng's appearance. But within an hour, he was as if nothing had happened. I didn't believe it wasn't Qian Liang who comforted him." Ding Zhixuan He remembered Qian Liang's eyes again: "What's more, since you are not here, I don't even know how to describe Qian Liang's eyes on Qi Zangfeng."

"Qi Zangfeng is so happy. He looks good, has good grades, and even his friends treat him so well. When I stand with him, it's like standing with an ugly duckling and a white swan!" Zhang He was a little envious, a little self-abasement.

"What nonsense are you talking about, why do you compare yourself to an ugly duckling, be more confident." Fang Zhengguo advised him.

"Hmph." Dong Juanjuan snorted coldly, "He's telling the truth. As long as Qi Zangfeng stays in Jincheng High School for one day, we will never have a bright future."

As soon as Dong Juanjuan said this, the four of them fell silent.An unspeakable and obscure emotion flowed among the four of them, and some words could not be uttered.If you only think about it in your heart, you will be buried forever and nothing will change. If you say it out of your mouth, it will be a quantitative change that accumulates into a qualitative change. On that day, I don't know what irrational things will dominate people to do.

There are many small groups of students in the school, and the four of them each have their own circle of friends, and it is unknown who spread the word.Gradually, the art students in the first year of high school came to a consensus in private, they were all afraid of Qi Zangfeng.

Qi Zangfeng, he didn't realize it.He was not a particularly lively person, and he didn't have many friends. In school, he devoted himself to painting and couldn't extricate himself.After leaving school, his mind was on Dad and A Liang.He does not lack relatives, lovers, and friends.Therefore, this faint exclusion is completely ineffective for him.He is busy preparing for the final exam.

This final exam is also the placement exam for the third year of high school.Qian Lianggao was firmly seated at the top of his grade in the next semester, and he never came down, so he wasn't too worried.On the contrary, Qi Zangfeng, because of what she was criticized by the teacher last time, got angry and wanted to avenge her shame in the final exam.

Qian Liang was worried that Ah Feng was going too far, so he often pulled Ah Feng over to watch, and he could feel more at ease by being with him.

In order to allow students to adapt to the college entrance examination, the school completely simulated the scene of the college entrance examination.The same is true for the art professional exam. The final exam includes three major items: sketching, color, and sketching.Sketch is sketching figures and still life, color is gouache and watercolor, and sketching is sketching figures and landscapes.Qi Zangfeng practiced all day long.And because Qian Liang always kept him by his side, he simply drew Qian Liang.

For sketching, I draw Qian Liang's head portrait, for coloring, I draw Qian Liang doing homework, and for sketching, I draw Qian Liang playing basketball.The gentle ones, the steady ones, the bad ones, the smiling ones, the serious ones, the frowning ones, one left and one right.In the end, he was able to draw Qian Liang without looking at him.

Qian Liang knew that Ah Feng was in a bad mood when he was detained, so he didn't stop him from venting his anger on himself in this way.Anyway, he was quite happy when Ah Feng painted him.

Qi Zangfeng was a little unhappy at first, but as he was painting, his heart became sweeter.How could he not know that Ah Liang was worried about him.Qi Zangfeng painted a lot of Qian Liang's paintings, and she couldn't help painting in the studio.

On this day, Qi Zangfeng had just drawn an outline when his stomach hurt. He put down the pen and hurried to the bathroom.The teacher didn't come today because he has something to do, and let the students study by themselves.There was a lack of restraint in the studio, and after a while, naughty students started to fight.

With a "click", Qi Zangfeng's portfolio was accidentally knocked to the ground.The student quickly picked it up for him, and accidentally saw the painting in the portfolio.

"Wow." The student exclaimed in admiration, "That's a really good drawing!"

Ding Zhixuan heard the words and walked over to take a look. This painting was exactly Qian Liang's.Qian Liang's eyes are soft and watery, his lips are smiling, and he looks intently at the audience outside the painting, as if he is about to come alive.

Ding Zhixuan took the painting folder, and flipped through the other paintings. The characters on it were all Qian Liang, with various expressions and expressions.She has never seen Qian Liang like this before. The Qian Liang she saw was indifferent, expressionless, and his gaze never fell on anyone. His dark eyes could never reflect the figure of others. .

"Hey, did he ask Qian Liang to be his model?" Fang Zhengguo walked over and also saw Qi Zangfeng's painting.

"Maybe." Ding Zhixuan reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth. She tidied up the portfolio and gently placed it on Qian Liang's small table.

Qi Zangfeng didn't notice this at all.After class, Ding Zhixuan came over and said to him, "I'm sorry, someone knocked off your portfolio just now, and I accidentally saw your painting when I came to pick it up."

"It's okay." Qi Zangfeng said indifferently.

Ding Zhixuan asked tentatively: "Did you ask Qian Liang to be your model?"

"Uh...that's right." Qi Zangfeng nodded, in fact, he was venting his anger at first, so there is no need to tell Ding Zhixuan about this.

Ding Zhixuan said cautiously: "Can I also ask him to be a model? Don't let him do it for nothing, I... I paid for it."