At first, Xu Qian was attracted by the beautiful painting, but gradually she found that the dancing woman in the painting was somewhat familiar.
After thinking for a while, a figure overlapped with the woman in the painting, and she immediately shouted in surprise.
"Ling Xiaozhu!"
Although the shout was not very loud, or even very quiet, because the class was very quiet during the self-study class, many people still heard it.
A boy in front turned around and asked: "Xu Qian, why did you suddenly call Ling Xiaozhu's name?"
"I……"
Xu Qian's face turned red and she looked at Xiao Chen, not daring to answer without permission.
Xiao Chen didn't have so many scruples and asked sideways, "Who is Ling Xiaozhu?"
Xu Qian raised her finger and pointed, and murmured as thinly as a mosquito: "Isn't the person you painted Ling Xiaozhu?"
"Where is it? Let me see!"
The boy in the front row stood up and snatched the painting from Xiao Chen's hand.
"I'm really painting Ling Xiaozhu. She's wearing a long dress and dancing cherry blossoms. The aesthetic style of painting is so beautiful!"
When the boy marveled, the other students around him, both male and female, came closer and competed for the painting.
"show me!"
"Don't rob it. I must have put a lot of effort into painting it so well. What should I do if it gets damaged?"
"Put it on the table for everyone to watch together!"
The drawing paper was placed flat on the table, and all the students gathered around to watch it.
"Wow, Xiao Chen, how come you can draw so beautifully, are you omnipotent?" a girl said in a nymphomaniacal manner.
"Ling Xiaozhu, it's really Ling Xiaozhu. I would say that Ling Xiaozhu belongs to that kind of classical beauty. Her temperament and artistic conception are amazing!"
All the boys were amazed by the temperament of the woman in the painting.
Xiao Chen felt that something was unusual and asked again: "Who is the Ling Xiaozhu you are talking about?"
Someone immediately laughed and said: "Xiao Chen, stop pretending, if you can draw her paintings out of thin air, you must have been observing her for a long time, we all understand!"
"That's right, there are eight hundred boys in Lan Ning High School who have a crush on Ling Xiaozhu, if not a thousand. Seriously, we are all love rivals!"
A boy said in a sour tone: "Xiao Chen, although you are very talented, it is not good to be too carefree. You are eating from the bowl and looking at the pot?"
"What's this mess?" Xiao Chen was speechless.
"Aren't you classmate Xia Shiyun's childhood sweetheart? You played the piano for her at her birthday party, and now you paint pictures for Ling Xiaozhu. Do you still want to take over the two beauties of our Lanning High School?"
"That's right, unkind!"
At this time, Li Shanshan ran over, snatched the drawing paper away, and put it in front of Xia Shiyun.
"Shiyun, I can't help you this time. If a man changes his heart, the cold war can't solve the problem."
Li Shanshan originally thought that Xiao Chen was playing hard to get, which is why he was neither cold nor indifferent to Xia Shiyun. Now she found out that she had moved on and fell in love with someone else. So what was the point of the cold war?
Xia Shiyun was speechless, staring blankly at the scene in the painting. The beautiful artistic conception of the woman in the painting made her unable to help but be amazed.
It is absolutely impossible to paint such a painting casually. Xiao Chen must have put a lot of thought into it.
Could it be that Xiao Chen is pretending to be sleeping in class these days, but he has actually been imagining this painting?
…
Lanning High School, Grade 3, Class 9.
"Xiao Zhu, Xiao Zhu, big event, someone has confessed to you again!"
Xu Jiaojiao happily ran to Ling Xiaozhu.
Ling Xiaozhu continued to read the English words as if he hadn't heard anything.
"Don't be like this. Although you can receive dozens of love letters a month, this time is different. The creativity is novel and unprecedented!"
Seeing that Ling Xiaozhu still didn't answer, Xu Jiaojiao closed the English textbook on the table.
"Jiaojiao, didn't you promise me not to deliver love letters to others?" Ling Xiaozhu said angrily.
Xu Jiaojiao laughed and said, "No one asked me this time, but I really can't help but want to tell you."
Ling Xiaozhu knew that she would not be able to continue studying if she didn't follow Xu Jiaojiao's wishes, so she said helplessly: "Tell me, who is so boring?"
"It seems his name is Xiao Chen, a transfer student." Xu Jiaojiao said, "But it doesn't matter who he is, the important thing is that his love letter is a painting!"
"A painting?"
Ling Xiaozhu looked slightly startled.
"Uh-huh!"
"So what, can you stop paying attention to these boring things?" Ling Xiaozhu lectured.
"No, that painting is very beautiful. I can't describe it clearly, but if you see it, your opinion will be different."
"Then you will bring the painting to me to see?"
Ling Xiaozhu's casual tone clearly didn't take it seriously.
"Draw it here!!!"
Outside the classroom, a boy rushed in quickly, holding a piece of drawing paper in his hand. Behind the boy, there were a group of people chasing him.
"Chen Liang, return the painting. Xiao Chen hasn't agreed yet!"
Chen Liang chuckled and said, "What are you afraid of? Xiao Chen dares to paint this painting. Doesn't he have the courage to let others see it? I will help him and let classmate Ling Xiaozhu have a look!"
With that said, Chen Liang sent the drawing paper to Ling Xiaozhu's desk.
"Classmate Ling Xiaozhu, please take a look!"
Ling Xiaozhu was angry and funny. What happened to these people? It was just a painting. How could they cause such a sensation?
Looking at this battle, it seems that the entire third grade of high school has been in an uproar.
Subconsciously, she had a startling glance and fell on the drawing paper.
In an instant, her whole body felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her eyes were fixed and she could no longer look away.
Deep inside, something seemed to be awakened.
In a beautiful painting, cherry blossoms are falling in colorful colors. She is wearing a long skirt and dancing gracefully.
Ling Xiaozhu was extremely shocked.
But, how can a person be amazed by himself?
Is the woman in this painting really her?
…
After school in the evening, Ling Xiaozhu and Xu Jiaojiao walked to the intersection together.
"Xiaozhu, bye!"
"Bye-Bye!"
As usual, after saying goodbye to Xu Jiaojiao here, Ling Xiaozhu walked home alone.
What she didn't notice was that a figure behind her had been following her silently for a long time.
"Ling Xiaozhu?"
Xiao Chen murmured to himself, with a myriad of emotions on his mind.
"I never thought there would be someone in this world who looks so similar to Bu Yunyan."
Xiao Chen didn't care that the drawing paper was taken away. What he cared about was Ling Xiaozhu, whom everyone knew.
Because the person he painted was Bu Yunyan, the woman who followed him throughout his life without any regrets.
So he couldn't help but after getting information about Ling Xiaozhu, he followed her quietly to find out what happened.
"A similarity is just a similarity after all, not the same person!"
The initial surprise turned into nothing, and Xiao Chen sighed quietly.
He can be sure.
Ling Xiaozhu is not walking in the clouds.
Ling Xiaozhu is also very beautiful, otherwise she would not be ranked as the school beauty alongside Xia Shiyun, and even more popular than Xia Shiyun.
But compared to Bu Yunyan, Ling Xiaozhu is a little less ethereal and a little less grand.
In the past, Bu Yunyan was a fairy who stood above the nine heavens and was the best in the immortal world, while Ling Xiaozhu was just an ordinary person.
The two are far apart!
Seeing that Ling Xiaozhu had entered the home, Xiao Chen stopped and turned around to leave.
Since she is not Bu Yunyan, there is no need to interact with her, just pretend that she has never been there.
However, at this moment, a woman was surprised to see a woman break out of the door and shout at Ling Xiaozhu who had just walked into the yard:
"Xiaozhu, run!"
Peng!
The woman was knocked away by a palm and passed out in the yard.
"aunt!"
Ling Xiaozhu was shocked and angry, staring at the old man who was in front of her in an instant, full of murderous intent.
"Wang Hao, are you crazy?"
The old man looked indeed crazy, with overwhelming murderous intent, and shouted:
"Ling Tianhao, if you kill my whole family and destroy my inheritance, I will demand the life of your precious daughter."
The aura of a powerful warrior at his peak surged out from the old man, making Ling Xiaozhu feel like she was stuck in the mud, unable to move. The suffocating pain made her despair from the bottom of her heart.
How could she, a weak woman, resist a warrior at the peak of her inner strength?
"go to hell!"
The old man's powerful internal energy gathered in the palm of his hand and struck Ling Xiaozhu's head with a killing palm.
At the desperate moment of life and death, Ling Xiaozhu suddenly felt a flash in front of her eyes. A big hand was hugging her waist, bringing warmth into her arms. The strong manly scent hit her nostrils, making her heart tremble inexplicably.