When Zhao Qinglan was painting, she kept watching, ranging from surprise to shock, and then her eyes almost dropped to the ground. She was still immersed in the fact that she could paint and could paint like this, when she saw that she directly painted on the painting.
Someone wiped it.
Zhao Qinglan lowered his head slightly and did not explain much. He just said lightly: "It does not fit in with the campus theme."
While talking, Zhao Qinglan picked up the chalk and drew directly on the grass, and added two primary school students in school uniforms sitting under the willow tree reading. In an instant, the fresh campus wind blew in.
"Oh my God, classmate Qinglan, why haven't I heard that you can draw before?"
"This, the painting is so good."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qinglan said calmly, "You didn't ask."
Teacher Liu, the head teacher: "..."
Suddenly I feel autistic.
Maybe, this is genius.
It feels like there’s nothing she can’t do.
"Look, it's Zhao Qinglan."
"She is so amazing, she can even draw."
"What does this mean? She can do Qinggong and she can fly. I'm envious."
"There seems to be nothing she can't do..."
Ignoring those onlookers, Zhao Qinglan put down her chalk, greeted her class teacher, and left early.
Li Li bit her lip, her eyes were red with embarrassment, and she was filled with jealousy as she watched Zhao Qinglan leave. Before that, she was obviously the best painter in the class. Now, look at her paintings, and then look at herself.
Yes, she couldn't help lowering her head, her eyes full of anger.
Zhao Qinglan must be very proud now. Maybe when she watched her painting before, she was secretly laughing at herself.
Zhao Qinglan, who has already left, naturally does not know that her unintentional actions have been resented by others. It can only be said that children also have pride and jealousy.
When he went back, Zhao Qinglan left first without waiting for Zhao Qingyuan.
On the way, she met Xiao Yu.
Seeing her, Xiao Yu, who was standing on the roadside, ran towards her and shouted to her.
"Sister Qinglan."
Soon others arrived in front of her.
Seeing him, Zhao Qinglan felt a little complicated. He was still a primary school student like her, but he was not in the same school as her. They wore similar school uniforms, but the colors and stitching were different.
I glanced at her.
Xiao Yu raised her hand and said: "Sister, I have applied for my number. What is your number? I will add the contact. Then you can call your sister."
"152..."
Zhao Qinglan directly reported his mobile phone number. Xiao Yu lowered his head, started pressing the numbers and then dialed.
The phone watch vibrated.
He glanced down.
"Okay, I'll save it. If you have anything in the future, you can contact me directly." Zhao Qinglan said and saved his number as a note.
"Well, I will call Sister Qinglan in the future."
Xiao Yu also saved her number.
"Let's go back!"
"Yeah."
Xiao Yu followed her obediently.
"Sister, I will carry your schoolbag for you."
Zhao Qinglan glanced at him.
"No need."
Xiao Yu lowers his head.
"I want to carry my sister's schoolbag."
Grievance.
"Sister, do you dislike me for being weak and clumsy?"
Zhao Qinglan: "..."
"No."
"Then, I'll help my sister get quilted."
She doesn't care.
It’s just that with his weak little body, forget it.
"The schoolbag is not heavy, I can just carry it myself."
Seeing her insistence, Xiao Yu said with an ooh, "Okay then."
While talking, the two of them walked side by side on the sidewalk, heading home.
When he was approaching the door of his house, Zhao Qinglan said: "Oh, let me tell you, today is my mother's birthday, and I have made a reservation at the hotel. You don't have to eat dinner at home, go together."