He bent one knee, held her hand, grabbed her hard in a supportive posture that was irrelevant to the charming reverie, wrapping her cold sweat into her dry palm.

Here is a curved corner surrounded by a half at the end of the corridor, and no one sees them.

His taciturn became the best medicine at this moment, so that she could not answer, okay, what's wrong, why, just accept his power.

Su Hao turned his back to him and gradually turned from his curled posture. After realizing it, he realized that the boy's strength could be so great that he could easily stop her trembling and trembling.

Moreover, he just grabbed her hand.

Oh, then what else do you want?

Su Hao was pulled back to reality by this strange thought, and a bizarre time and space tunnel appeared in her mind, which suddenly pulled her from two years ago to this moment.

It's just a pigment.

It's just like a little pigment water.

In the past two years, she has been dizzy and vomiting as soon as she sees the red pigment, to being able to look directly at it, to being able to use it to paint normally again - she has obviously overcome it.

I must have been dizzy and in poor condition when I was doing the math test paper today, so I had such a stress reaction again.

Too embarrassing.

Grass mud horses and grass mud horses!

Su Hao's fingers trembled again.

Xu Lie keenly realized that the tremor was not because of discomfort, but because of regret.

He let go of her hand: "Okay?"

Su Hao squatted in the corner like a depressed cabbage, with her skirt scattered and her hair stuck to her forehead because of cold sweat.

She knew that she must be in a very embarrassed and bleak in the style of a big boss without looking in the mirror. She slowly replied to him reluctantly.

"Get up?" he asked again.

"You go to the classroom to get me a glass of water." Su Hao still turned his back to him.

This is to send him away.

Xu Lie raised his eyebrows and turned around and walked towards the classroom.

As soon as I passed the corner, I saw Sang Mianmian and You Huanhuan standing by the back door of the classroom, tiptoing toward this corner, looking at it, thinking that they didn't dare to come over.

"Xu Lie, is Su Hao okay?" Sang Mianmian asked him.

"It's okay." Xu Lie walked around the two of them into the classroom and saw Zhuang Kening cleaning the messy floor tiles with a mop.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of him approaching, and she paused, her hands holding the mop tightened slightly, and looked up and said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If she is uncomfortable, why don't you hold on to the drawing board..."

Xu Lie looked at her with a faint look, without saying a word.

Zhuang Kening was a little embarrassed: "She..."

“Get out of here.”

Zhuang Kening was stunned and didn't react for a moment. When he came to his senses, he hurriedly held the mop and made a way for the way, his face turned pale.

Xu Lie picked up the water cup on Su Hao's desk and went to the front of the classroom to collect water. It was half cold and half hot. He also brought a pack of wet wipes on her desk and walked out again.

When she passed by Zhuang Kening again, she dragged the ground silently and buried her head very low.

Outside the classroom, Su Hao was already standing at the corner and was blowing the wind as if nothing had happened.

Xu Lie glanced at her unhealthy face, gave her the wet wipes, and after she finished wiping her hands and face, she unscrewed the lid of the water cup and handed the water cup over.

Su Hao lowered his eyes and looked.

Tsk, you know very well.

Chen Xingfeng's straight man never opened the lid when he handed water and drinks to a girl.

but……

Su Hao took the water cup, took the lid on Xu Lie's other hand, twisted it back, and then unscrew it.

Xu Lie: “…”

This self-provement is really boring.

Su Hao drank half a glass of water, stuffed the wet wipes and water cups to him, turned around and walked towards the stairs: "Tell me and the Propaganda Committee, I don't have time to draw the board today."

*

Su Hao returned to the dormitory and took a hot shower in the public bathroom in the building. He asked Miao Miao to ask her for leave from the studio teacher, and never went anywhere after evening self-study.

She stayed in the dormitory and tinkered with all the luggage that she had been too lazy to organize since school started. Then she cleaned the dormitory inside and out, and finally had nothing to do. She looked at the dry clothes and seemed to be not washed very clean, so she soaked them and washed them again.

She was busy until the lights were turned off. Before Sang Mianmian returned to the dormitory, she put on the blindfold and lay on the bed.

I slept for a long time this time, so long that she seemed to have lived again in her dream from the perspective of God.

In the first year, she was born in the delivery room. Although she already had a daughter at home, her parents were still very happy about her arrival. They said that the eldest daughter was named Su Yan, and the younger daughter also took the word "女" next to the name "女" and called Su.

The next year, she learned to speak. When her parents went to work, she lived with her sister four years older than her at her grandfather's house. The first word she learned was not her parents, but her sister. She liked her beautiful and good at painting, and she would stick to her everywhere.

In the third year, when my grandfather, who had been painting oil paintings for life, was teaching her sister how to draw, she accidentally discovered that she had more artistic talent than her sister who had been studying art since childhood, and asked her if she wanted to learn together.

In the fourth year, she and her sister learned to draw from her grandfather. Her sister was elegant and focused when she was painting, while she was active. She always smiled when she was painting and stumbled on the spot. But every time she always painted her paintings were more pleasing to her. Her grandfather said she was a little prodigy.

...

Gradually, she grew up and went to the kindergarten that her sister had attended, the elementary school that her sister had attended, and the junior high school that her sister had attended.

She is still so lively and ostentatious, and doesn't seem to have to work hard. She doesn't have to sacrifice her energy for learning cultural courses like other art students. As long as she puts some effort into her spare time, the highest trophy in the painting competition is hers, and grandpa's praise is also hers. Mom and dad boast about the two daughters at home, and they always mention her name first.

As she grows older, her sister seems to be becoming more and more quiet.

And she has fewer and fewer opportunities to get along with her sister.

My sister is boarding in junior and senior high school, and she doesn’t stay at home even on weekends in high school. She spends all day in the studio and practices drawing without sleeping.

When she was fourteen years old, her sister went through a lot of hardships and was admitted to a famous art school in the UK. She went abroad as she wished, and then did not go home for the entire semester.

During the winter vacation half a year later, she told her mother that she wanted to see her sister.

My mother was busy with work and couldn't make time. She asked her friend to take her to the UK and asked her sister to take care of her.

She arrived in the UK and lived in her sister's dormitory. She had a hot fight with her sister's roommate in three or two days. She went to visit their university. She liked it very much and told her that she wanted to get into this university in the future.

My sister smiled and said, OK.

That was the last time my sister smiled at her.

If she could not immerse herself in her own world, she would find that her sister seemed a little unhappy when she smiled.

From her birth, she separated her family's love for her sister. In the next ten years, she kept her sister who loved painting in her shadow.

Kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, and people who once liked my sister all said after meeting her—

The two sisters look like they are, but I still prefer Haohao's personality. As a little girl, she is so lively and cute, so cute.

Both sisters are very good at painting. My sister won the silver medal in this competition before, so I should be able to get a gold medal.

How can my sister be happy like this?

The last time she met her sister was in the bathroom of her British dormitory.

My sister lay quietly in the bloody bathtub.

On the white porcelain wall in the bathroom, the last painting my sister drew with blood.

Crazy, upside down, twisted, shocking.

There is a diary in the relics left by my sister.

The last page of the diary is what my sister wrote on her first day when she came to the UK: There is only Su Yan here, but no Su.

*

When she woke up the next day, Su Hao felt as tired as if she was being run over by a wheel.

Sang Mianmian had already washed up in the balcony sink and reminded her that it was time to get up.

She had a night's dream, and it seemed that she had slept in vain for eight hours. She was sleepy and asked Sang Mianmian to ask her for a leave of absence, saying that she would not go to the first two classes in the morning.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Sang Mianmian looked at her worriedly, "Are you sick? Why don't I accompany you to the infirmary?"

Sang Mianmian knew that Su Hao was allergic to red pigments. During the dormitory culture festival before, the school required each dormitory to design a special culture. Many girls spent a lot of time on the dormitory doors. At that time, there were people in the corridor holding paint plates to draw.

At that time, Sang Mianmian accidentally knocked over a can of red pigment in front of Su Hao, and Su Hao suddenly had the same strange reaction as today.

Sang Mianmian didn't know what was wrong with her at first and wanted to accompany her to the infirmary, but Su Hao said lightly that she was just a little allergic to red pigments, which was the same as someone allergic to mangoes.

Sang Mianmian thought it was an excuse that Su Hao found in order not to go to the infirmary. After all, how could people who learn to draw be allergic to pigments? I only realized today that it turned out to be true.

"It's okay," Su Hao waved his hand lazily, "I'll sleep for a while and don't make a noise."

It was said that it was a sleepover, but after Sang Mianmian left the dormitory, Su Hao actually did not fall asleep.

After closing his eyes and resting for two hours, he looked at the class schedule on his mobile phone and saw that it was physical education class. Su Hao had some motivation to "study" and planned to go to the playground to bask in the sun.

Men and women take physical education classes in Nanzhong separately, and the specific courses are divided into different categories.
To be continued...