Unable to suppress the curiosity in her heart, she followed.

Halfway through, I met Yuan Fangling again.

Yuan Fangling also followed Shu Yao's traces and the past.

When Yiqiao arrived, he only saw Yuan Fangling’s female classmate questioning Shu Yao.

She said, what's wrong with me? You just don't like me so much?

Shu Yao didn't want to answer this question.

"Your family has money and my family has money, so I won't drag you down." Yuan Fangling's emotions have lost control. "When Lao Liu was there, he turned a blind eye, just because he knew my feelings for you. Shu Yao, for so many years in college, I did everything I didn't want to do for you to learn art, just because I like you."

Shu Yao was furious when she heard her chattering, "You always say, you like you, since it's you... you like me, why do you have to ask me to respond to you, say it alive... I have to give the same effort and like you the same thing? Yuan Fangling, I have said it long ago, I don't like you!" A sentence was cold and ruthless.

Yuan Fangling ran away crying.

Yiqiao was frightened.

Turning around and leaving, the sound of high heels penetrated Shu Yao's ears.

Before Yiqiao left, Shu Yao shouted, "Teacher Yiqiao?"

Yiqiao was sweating coldly behind her back.

Didn't she deliberately eavesdrop on the verge of eavesdropping?

Yiqiao turned his face awkwardly and politely, and looked at the person, "Student Shu Yao, I just... passed by here by chance?"

"I know." Shu Yao did not make her embarrassed, but just said, "Can Teacher Yiqiao see my works?"

Yiqiao let out a whisper and said in a silence.

"Where is Shu Yao's painting...?"

"Come with me!" Shu Yao brought Yiqiao into the studio.

There are several particularly excellent paintings in the studio.

There is a vast sky, a single geese, and many fallen leaves falling on the river.

The color is bold. Although it is a color in pieces, it does not make people feel monotonous.

As a professional art student, Yiqiao cannot say with certainty that his painting skills are as high as his.

"There are talented people in the world. Shu Yao, you painted so well. I believe you will definitely become a painter in the future!" Yiqiao gave him a thumbs up.

Shu Yao shook his head calmly, "My dream is not a painter? These achievements are all requested by my parents."

"Then you are not bad. Whether you like painting or not, you are considered a small achievement." Yi Qiao told him in an admiring tone, "Drawing is still a band. You can work hard for whatever you care about. There is no need to be as sad as you are now. You must know that life is your own and you can control it yourself!"

Everyone can say these words, but now for Shu Yao, the encouragement from the teacher who gave him some feelings for men and women is ultimately useful.

Even though he didn't dare to tell himself that little ulterior motive.

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