In your freshman year, you liked to use gray in your works the most. I don't know how to draw, but I understand what emotions you want to express. When evaluating the scholarship, you had a small argument with the professor because you used too much gray. Actually, what the professor said is right, gray doesn't belong to you, or you don't belong to gray. "Fang Luo continued to speak gently, different from his sharpness in court, it seemed like he had forgotten that he was facing many strangers, but more like in the studio of Nuoda, there were only him and Fang Moduo.
Fang Moduo interrupted him, 'If you don't understand painting, you may not understand me either. Why did you bring me in? I don't know how you found out about these things, but that doesn't mean you've been with me for a year.'
The studio quieted down, and the professor and the younger students noticed a hint of tension: it turned out that this pair seemed to be having a conflict
I just wanted to come in, I just wanted to see what angle you often look at. Now... I see it, "Fang Luowei frowned and smiled." I really... I'm not very suitable for saying these things in public
Then stop talking, "Fang Moduo stood up and prepared to walk out.
But I love you
The simple five words that came out of Fang Luo's mouth suddenly arrived, five years late, and Fang Moduo felt heartbroken.
Should she be moved? Will someone like Fang Luo love under everyone's gaze? Does Fang Luo know what happened to her even if she's not by her side? Just for a moment, Fang Moduo felt extremely sorry. She widened her eyes and stared closely at Fang Luo, laughing, "If you love me, it's your bad luck. If you love me, if you had time to investigate me, why didn't you choose to come to me in the first place? Time has passed, let me tell you, my youth, at least my freshman youth, was gray! Don't say that gray doesn't belong to me, yes, gray doesn't belong to me now, but it's because of what you gave me that I have become colorful in just five years! Are you saying these things useful? You just reminded me to recall, reminded me how depressed I was at that time
The studio became very quiet, and everyone was stunned as they watched and listened to this "out of print" scene. When Fang Luo publicly expressed his love to Fang Moduo, everyone would also add touching and excited sighs. Indeed, it's a romantic and bold confession, but... Fang Moduo's next words make everyone feel that... life is not just a TV drama.
Classmates, remember. When someone loves you, you don't necessarily have to accept it, "Fang Moduo looked at Fang Luo with a mocking expression on her face, but her words were addressed to everyone in the studio." Even if there is a little bit of emotion, even if there is a little bit of happiness. Confession only takes a few minutes after all, but life... has to endure for a few years. It's a piece of advice from senior sister. Goodbye. Professor Ruan, I'm really sorry to disturb your class. Goodbye
After finishing speaking, he bowed to Professor Ruan and turned around before leaving.
She doesn't need to worry about how Fang Luo leaves the studio. If Fang Luo has the courage to enter, he naturally has a way to make himself leave perfectly. If he doesn't have that ability, he's not Fang Luo.
So she leaned against the long corridor pillar outside the painting room and stood for only half a minute before Fang Luo came out.
Hi, what a coincidence, "Fang Moduo greeted Fang Luo with a smile.
Yeah, you're here too, "Fang Luo replied with the same smile, as if the scene in the studio had never happened before.
Yeah, yeah, this world is so small, let's go together? "Fang Moduo raised her head and smiled, the sunlight shining on her face and body, a different kind of warmth and sweetness.
Fang Luo finally felt a little daze in his eyes. Many years ago, when Fang Moduo was still a little girl, he used this expression countless times to look at him, although there were usually various terrifying reasons behind this expression
The two of them smiled and understood each other silently.
Where are we going next? "Fang Luo followed Fang Moduo, but she didn't walk fast and had a lazy expression.
I want to eat boiled eggs
Well, let's go buy it
No, I want to eat what you cooked for me, "Fang Moduo half closed her eyes and smiled." This task is simple, at least simpler than before
Fang Luo habitually raised his hand to pat Fang Moduo's forehead, but she dodged without leaving a trace. Fang Luo is not embarrassed either. The advantage of fighting against the little devil from childhood to adulthood is that his face becomes thicker, even if he hasn't seen him for five years.
Fortunately, there were not many people on the bus back home, and Fang Luo also had a seat next to Fang Moduo. Along the way, Mo Duo was very quiet, focusing on playing with her fingers and scrutinizing them one by one. Fang Luo didn't disturb her, and even enjoyed the quietness. In fact, he also wanted to hold Fang Moduo's hand or wrap it around her shoulder. When they were in school, even if Fang Mochen was sitting in front of them, they would secretly hook their fingers or pretend to accidentally touch each other. Now... no one is their obstacle anymore, but it's like there's a Himalayas in between, one wants to climb over, while the other continues to run wildly in a gradually farther direction.
Returning to the residential area and entering the house, Fang Moduo washed her hands and sat in the living room waiting for Fang Luo to boil eggs.
Fang Luo boiled the water and threw a few eggs in. He knew that Fang Moduo liked to eat boiled eggs, so he waited a few more minutes. I guess it should be okay. I started cooking, scooped out eggs and soaked them in cold water to serve to Fang Moduo.
The TV in the living room was playing an animated series, and Fang Moduo smiled as she leaned back and forth. As she watched Fang Luo come out, she casually pointed to the coffee table in front of her and gestured for him to put the eggs over.
Fang Luo followed her instructions and helped her peel the egg, which was very hot, but Fang Luo seemed completely unaware because it was Fang Moduo who wanted to eat it.
That's great, "Fang Moduo finally took her gaze off the TV and said to Fang Luo.
When I was a child, I always had boiled eggs for breakfast every day. Haven't you had enough yet
In my freshman year, I got sinusitis, you know? "Fang Moduo suddenly asked.
Fang Luo's hand hesitated, but he honestly replied, "Hmm, I know
Hehe, you still have a comprehensive understanding of the information, "Fang Moduo said calmly, not angry." Unfortunately, the information is always superficial, just like you know where I sit by the window, but don't know why
Is it a story about boiled eggs? "Fang Luo continued to peel, carefully.
Mmm, "Fang Moduo nodded." My roommate and I both got sinusitis. At first, we were too lazy to treat it, but in the end, it became quite serious. This disease doesn't sound like a big deal, but our noses and breathing are blocked, and we have headaches that keep us awake every night. Every night we sit up and breathe heavily, it feels like we've reached a plateau, lacking oxygen, and we're afraid to disturb others. I sit up and don't dare turn on the lights, so I just stare at the ceiling or window, feeling annoyed and want to hit the wall. Whenever I think of your mother sleeping so comfortably at home, I wish I could fly back and strangle her. Hehe, this is the truth
But you still haven't gone back to pinch her, "Fang Luo said as he placed the peeled eggs in a small dish in front of Fang Moduo.
I'm a baozi, "Fang Moduo said in a self deprecating tone." Later, my classmates and I went to the hospital for a check-up, and then we had a small surgery together, which was a nose puncture. Have you heard of it? We took something with a very long and long label and stuck it through our nostrils, all the way to our cheeks, and then we sucked out the pus. It was quite simple. It was originally quite simple, but the guy who helped me did it was a handsome intern who had just graduated. He stuck his head into my nostrils for a long time, but couldn't get it in. He ended up bleeding a lot, and the front of my sweater turned red
Fang Luo sat down and looked quietly at Fang Moduo. He knew this was already in the past, but he also understood that Fang Moduo's casual demeanor now did not mean he would not be afraid at that time. He had never heard of this surgery before, and he didn't understand why something like a signet was poked into his face. He couldn't imagine how Fang Moduo would bleed. All he knew was that if Fang Moduo hadn't left home, no matter what, the person who helped her with the nose puncture wouldn't have been an intern doctor!
Ah, thinking about my life, it's really quite simple. "Fang Moduo bit her egg slowly and sighed," It's just a small puncture, nothing, it's not a big deal. Later, when we returned to the dormitory, my classmates and I had swollen faces like pig heads. We took a break and didn't have an appetite for food, so we just made do with a few meals
As she spoke, she stopped and suddenly lifted her face to smile at Fang Luo. Although she was smiling, her eyes were shining brightly. She tried to control herself and not let the bright liquid slip out of the corner of her eye. It was really just a small matter, the smallest thing. In fact, she had told Fang Mochen before, as a joke, as an adventure story, but when it came to Fang Luo... she couldn't help but feel aggrieved. "Then, my classmate's boyfriend came to see her. Uh, her boyfriend's home environment was not good, and he had to rely on work study programs and student loans to finish S University. When he came to see her, his hands were empty. I was lying in bed pretending to sleep, actually stealing all the time. As he watched them speak, he sat by her bedside, blushing, and took out four eggs from his pocket. Haha, four boiled eggs, they were still hot. Later, my classmate gave me two of them
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Let me finish speaking, "Fang Moduo continued softly." But it's not delicious. It turns out that boiled eggs can be so unappetizing, they can be choked up in the throat and won't be swallowed. Drinking water is useless. The yolk cuts in the throat, making me want to cry and shed tears, but I dare not. The doctor said not to cry. If I cry, my nose will flow again, and the puncture effect will be compromised. I can only endure it. My classmate couldn't bear it, so she called home while eating eggs and crying. She was so busy
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