Chapter 17 The Pain of Memories

The long class is drowsy, but this does not include serious students, which has nothing to do with seats, but the mentality of scholars.

"Qi Yuan, you are really serious. Why do you work so hard?"

"I'm not you. You're not serious about getting married and raised. I'm a man, but no one cares about me so much. You don't want me to sleep on the street, do you?"

"How come, where is your IQ? Do you have to study so hard?"

"If I don't work hard, what can I do? Relying on IQ alone, people's intelligence will decline. This is the so-called survival and learning. By the way, did you come here by yourself, or did your uncle and the others agree to come here?

"What do you guess? They dare not promise me that I am their precious daughter.

"Yes, who can't help you!"

"Do you know the family background of other people?"

"I said, Miss Mai Sui, how can I know so much? It's not that you don't know. The family background of everyone in this school is not known. If you want to know, you can check it yourself, or you can ask yourself. It's useless to ask me, and I don't want to know."

"You, really, I think so much about you. Maybe the twin sister is also in class with them, don't you think so?"

"No, don't lie to me or lie to me. I don't know what kind of person you are."

"Forget it, I don't believe anyone wants to know."

Someone who suffered a blow is not discouraged, but moves forward tenaciously, not afraid of hardship and hardship.

"Ayan, do you want to know the background of the little twins?"

"I don't want to!"

The two words

have not even turned their heads, which makes someone's confidence very frustrated, but Xiaoqiang's perseverance is not something that ordinary people can have, such as treating cold ice. Someone is still asking hard.

"Ayan, do you know? Can you just reveal a little bit for me and satisfy my curiosity little by little?"

"It's not good, I'm not interested."

"You... Good job."

"Are you frustrated? He has no patience with anyone. Except for someone, you'd better wait for a while."

The gloomy day is like the gloomy face of Mai Sui. What is this? I always feel that something different will happen. Let's wait and see. I don't believe you are not curious?

It belongs to the teaching building of design and painting, and in the other classroom, there is a different scene.

"Yi, do you think we can also go to her class?" Mio said.

"Whose class are you talking about?"

"You pretend to be stupid. Of course, it's a class for little twins."

"It should be okay. Don't we have an elective economics course? We can go with Ayan and others. What's wrong?"

"No, I mean the little twin sister's class. Didn't she learn painting?"

"If you want to go, you should be able to do it. Go ahead. I won't stop you."

"You don't want to go, don't you want to understand?"

"Cough, please don't talk to the students behind. If you don't want to listen to the class, please don't disturb other students. Well, let's continue the class!"

"This old man, I'm speechless. There are so many things to do."

"Miao, if you don't want to learn, go to the twin sister and see how the old man will deal with you."

This is the university, the place where countless people dream. Ordinary students have been fighting for three years to get into the exam, but they have shattered the dreams of countless people and made people mediocre.

Inspiration does not come from the point of view. Design is to have a good mind, full imagination, useful thinking, and dexterous brushwork to complete the task together. Therefore, it is useless to force.

Not all the students in the classroom are willing to study. This is not an ordinary university. There is everyone's pride here. Whether it is family, money or career, someone will pave the way for them, but no one knows whether the people sitting here today will drop out of school tomorrow, carry millions of debts, and fall from heaven. To hell, the relationship here is so minimal. No one can guess who will be your eternal friend and who will be your current interests.

"Hey, Yi, look at the weather outside. It will rain today. Will we be watered?"

"I don't know. Maybe it will. I heard that it will rain today. It should rain in the evening."

"Really?"

People who listen to the class silently, take notes carefully, and write down every sentence without looking up, but can communicate can always do two things at the same time.

"I don't know."

Someone who was choked and speechless again was not trying to find a common language, and a person continued to be in a daze. Maybe mobile phones are a good venting channel. Life in the game is always so beautiful to help people escape from life. But the fact is not so optimistic. Someone doesn't have the habit of holding a mobile phone. Even if he just thinks of something to play and the lack of resources, it is very nerve-wracking.

Wei Yao in the studio, attentively listening to what the teacher said, the skills of painting, and the elements of appreciation, remember every point clearly, not for anything else, but just for that person, the person who liked sketching since childhood, but has been disappearing in her life is also because of his disappearance. It may not be my own simple thought to come back here and have a home, but it is not necessarily the reason of both sides.

I inevitably think of other things. That indelible memory, even if I try to forget it, it deepens its existence over and over again. The memory in my mind is not something that you can forget if you want to forget. That little figure will run away and won't come back.

"Xiao Xiao, hurry up. I'll wait for you in front. You must come!"

"Well, I know. Go quickly. You will definitely become a sketcher in the future. I believe you."

Young children, simple thoughts, even growing up in such an environment, have a childlike heart, a happy memory, this memory is the beginning of a new life and the happy end of childhood. A life full of sadness and helplessness.

"Oh, classmate, the class is over. You haven't left yet?"

"What?"

"Class is over, classmates, pack up your things and go home quickly."

"Oh, yes, teacher, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's going to rain. Go back quickly, or it will be watered by the rain."

"Okay, thank you, teacher, I know."

The moment he turned around, he seemed to hear the teacher's whisper. Well, today's children don't know what they are thinking.

I quickly left the classroom and tried to ignore that sentence. I didn't want to be sad about it. What I wanted to forget lingered in my heart over and over again, like a recording machine, repeated over and over again, clear and real.

The footsteps downstairs tell everyone that with the arrival of the evening, the day has passed and the end of the day. Waiting for my sister to go home together is like a guard. She doesn't want to lose or meet her. Just wait quietly and face the same thing, the same scene.