It took Lu Changsheng almost an hour to eliminate the evil fire.
Seeing that it was getting very late and there was no one in the school, Lu Changsheng walked towards the teaching building. He arrived here at about the same time last night, but he found that the lights in the studio were not on.
Unwilling to be reconciled, Lu Changsheng walked up to the studio and looked out the window, only to find that there was nothing dark inside. When he walked to the door, he found that the studio door had been locked.
Lu Changsheng touched his chin with a strange look on his face: "You didn't lock it yesterday, what happened today?"
Lu Changsheng, who was about to leave, suddenly thought that he could drive away objects, so he entered the lock with his mind, and soon understood the structure of the lock. With his thought, the keyhole without the key automatically turned in a circle, and the door opened.
He walked in secretly. Lu Changsheng kept the door ajar and decided to wait for Ning Weiwei's arrival in the studio.
"Li Qing, you're here." Lu Changsheng was startled by the sudden voice as soon as he closed the door.
If he were a normal person, he would have been frightened to death by the scene before him. Although he did not turn on the lights, Lu Changsheng, who could already see at night, found that Ning Weiwei was still sitting in the same position as yesterday, still dressed in student uniform. Her back
It is still so beautiful, and there is even a bit of mystery in this bleak scene.
"Yeah, why are you so early?" For some reason, every time he saw Ning Weiwei, Lu Changsheng lost any evil thoughts. He even forgot about the hot scene of the young couple's tryst just now.
"I've been waiting for you here." Ning Weiwei suddenly turned around, ran towards him, and then ran into his arms, as well-behaved as a kitten.
But Lu Changsheng subconsciously stroked her hair, and his other hand naturally placed on her soft shoulders to hug her. He lowered his head involuntarily and smelled her hair, and his breath was filled with the fragrance of a girl.
Feeling Lu Changsheng's movements, Ning Weiwei raised her head with a blushing face, closed her eyes, and looked at those tempting red lips, making Lu Changsheng's mouth go dry.
Just when he was about to kiss her, he suddenly realized something clearly in his mind. He was not Li Qing and could not do the same thing as Li Qing. He came here not only to fulfill Ning Weiwei's dream, but also to practice. Not to mention that it was shameful to take advantage of others' danger.
, it would be even more shameful to pretend to be another person and take advantage of others.
But the intense scene of the young couple at night appeared in his mind again, which made him immediately fall into struggle.
The most speechless thing was that Ning Weiwei's proud breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, and the ups and downs of her lower abdomen could be clearly felt, especially those moist and crystal-clear lips and this goddess-like face, just like that
She leaned up in front of him so charmingly that she felt sorry for herself if she didn't kiss him.
But just a few centimeters closer, Lu Changsheng applied the emergency brake again. He closed his eyes and kept muttering in his heart, I am a good person, I am a good person...
But at this moment, a softness and moisture suddenly came from his lips. The feeling almost made Lu Changsheng suffocate. When he opened his eyes, he didn't expect that Ning Weiwei had kissed him, but she was very
He quickly took it back and lowered his head, his face even redder.
"Let's... let's draw... draw!" Lu Changsheng said suddenly, but he did not let go of his hand.
"Okay." Ning Weiwei opened his hand and walked to the drawing board again, while Lu Changsheng watched her leave blankly, feeling relieved but disappointed at the same time. He really wanted to slap himself.
"I'll be your model. How about you draw me first? This time I'm facing you." Ning Weiwei's voice came again. At this time, she had already sat on the model seat and looked over seductively.
Only then did Lu Changsheng react. He walked to the drawing board and picked up the brush, but he suddenly thought of something and asked: "Weiwei, where is the painting we painted yesterday?"
"Yesterday?" Ning Weiwei asked curiously, "Did we draw together yesterday?"
"Oh." Lu Changsheng stopped asking.
Ning Weiwei at this time was not the conscious Ning Weiwei. In the fugue state, she was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Ning Weiwei, who was awake in the morning, seemed not to know about the fugue state, and found that it was already embarrassing to hold her together.
Yes, when I saw those two paintings, I must have hidden them on purpose.
Looking at Ning Weiwei, Lu Changsheng was about to paint her appearance, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he always felt that the Ning Weiwei who had appeared deliberately was missing something. And when he started writing, he felt very difficult, and every stroke was like a blur.
It's not smooth. The more I draw, the more miserable I feel. It doesn't feel like last night at all.
After drawing for a few minutes, Lu Changsheng opened his eyes and looked at the sketch he had just drawn on the drawing board. Although it was similar, it looked very rough and did not have the artistic conception of yesterday's painting at all.
"By the way, artistic conception!" Lu Changsheng suddenly thought of something, "When I painted her yesterday, it was because I felt the artistic conception of the two people together in another painting, so I selflessly entered it. And now
But I am just me, not Li Qing, so I cannot feel this artistic conception at all, and naturally it is impossible to paint such a painting."
Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng was a little troubled. He didn't want to continue to be Li Qing because it was very painful. It was just a normal role, but if he had to step in, he would be struggling between Li Qing and himself.
Especially when he thought that Ning Weiwei was in a fugue state and he might not be able to restrain himself to take advantage of others' danger, Lu Changsheng's resistance became more and more intense.
"No, this absolutely won't work. I am me, I am Lu Changsheng!" Lu Changsheng began to mutter to himself.
"What's wrong with you, Li Qing?" Ning Weiwei's voice suddenly came.
At that moment, Lu Changsheng's heart seemed to be melted. He suddenly thought of the scene last night, the delicate tenderness, the beginning of youthful ignorance, and the two people's hearts seemed to be stuck together, pure and pure.
Flawless.
Lu Changsheng suddenly felt relieved. He was not ready to continue playing the role because he suddenly thought of another person, Murong Qingxue.
In his heart, Murong Qingxue was perfect and pure, and her eyes and smiles were deeply engraved in Lu Changsheng's heart.
"It's okay." Lu Changsheng said with a smile, all the baggage was gone.
"You look so pretty when you smile." Ning Weiwei said with a blushing face, "I like your smile."
Lu Changsheng, who was praised by a beautiful woman for the first time, finally realized what it felt like to be bumping around like a girl. Of course, as a man, he would not just bow down to Ning Weiwei's pomegranate skirt. He calmed down on the surface, but deep down in his heart.
Digesting the impact of these words.
When he closed his eyes again, Murong Qingxue was conscious of his thoughts. He changed a piece of paper and started writing again. The smooth feeling of being like a fish in water appeared again.
What he was thinking about was every moment he met Murong Qingxue, from her appearance in his life like a fairy descending to earth, to their daily encounters, from her unknown attention, to the first words she said to him.
Each stroke represented a scene. The more Lu Changsheng continued to paint, the more tired he felt, as if he had put all his thoughts and emotions into this painting.
Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore. The feeling of extreme sleepiness interrupted all his deliberate efforts. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was sweating profusely again. Although he felt very relaxed just now,
The amount of thought consumed was huge, and the feeling of being exhausted appeared again.
However, when Lu Changsheng looked at the drawing board in front of him, he was shocked. Although the painting only outlined a simple outline, it was this simple outline that actually made him feel like he was sinking deep into it.
When he brought this unfinished work to his mind, he could actually see what he was thinking about when he was painting, which was his love with Murong Qingxue.
At this moment, Lu Changsheng suddenly realized why it was so painful to paint this painting, because he put all the love for Murong Qingxue in his heart into the painting. Only those who have reached a certain level can see the connotation of this painting.
She has a beautiful artistic conception, and ordinary people only think she is beautiful, but there is always something that they want to catch but cannot.
"Maybe this is the soul of the painting!" Lu Changsheng sighed to himself, but the painting was not completed yet.
He also understood why the ancients liked painting. When they felt the magnificence of mountains and rivers, the vastness of nature, and the emotions that were sometimes tranquil and leisurely, sometimes majestic, sometimes gloomy and sad, sometimes bleak and desolate accumulated in their hearts, they would appear.
A sudden explosion.
And this kind of explosion may be poured into a piece of paper and become a masterpiece, or it may be poured into a poem and become a masterpiece, or it may be poured into a sculpture and become a work of art that has been passed down through the ages.
But compared to the majestic and deliberate outlines of the ancients, Lu Changsheng felt that his painting was too stingy, but this was also because of his lack of experience.
"No wonder the ancients said that reading thousands of books means traveling thousands of miles." Lu Changsheng felt deeply in his heart, "It turns out that reading is cultivation, and traveling across thousands of mountains and rivers is cultivation."
But at the same time, Lu Changsheng also sighed a little. Compared with the ancient times, the world today is no longer the same, and naturally there is no such majestic artistic conception. Even if Lu Changsheng wants to understand, there is nothing for him to understand.
When he finally came to his senses, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something. When he looked at the model in front, he realized that Ning Weiwei was missing.
Lu Changsheng's expression changed, and he searched the studio, only to find that there was no one there, and the door was still ajar, neither closed nor opened. Touching his chin, Lu Changsheng asked strangely: "Did she wake up and discover all this, so
gone?"
Thinking of the selfless devotion just now, Lu Changsheng felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do about it. But when he looked at the painting again, he suddenly found a flaw.
"What's going on!" Lu Changsheng felt distressed. Fortunately, this flaw was not in a major position. He stretched out his hand and touched it and found that it was wet. His face immediately turned strange, "Water! Is it possible?
Did you get it accidentally on it just now?"
Although it hurts, there is nothing I can do. Fortunately, the drop of water did not drip on the main position. I just need to wait until it dries.
Therefore, Lu Changsheng sat cross-legged in front of the drawing board and began to deliberately draw pictures of lakes, keeping his mind as still as water to restore the thoughts he had just used.
Two hours later, Lu Changsheng opened his eyes again. His mind had recovered and strengthened a lot. As expected, putting his mind into the painting was the fastest way to accumulate thoughts.
Looking around, he saw that Ning Weiwei had not come back. Lu Changsheng was a little disappointed, but he was not ready to continue painting. If he didn't go back so late, his elder brother and the others would definitely be worried, so he hid the paintings on the drawing board in the studio.