Chapter 153 Dormitory No. 208, Girls Building, Academy of Fine Arts

   Academy of Fine Arts, female dormitory.

Most people’s first instinct when they think of the Academy of Fine Arts is that there are more girls than boys, or even no boys, but this is actually a rather wrong “subconsciousness”. In many art colleges, the number of boys is still higher than that of girls. .

  Dormitory No. 208, Girls Building.

The dormitory is for four people, two bunk beds, four cabinets, a washbasin stand, a row of computer desks, and a rather large writing desk. .

  Su Xuefu was on the writing table, holding a paintbrush in hand, writing on the side of the painted portrait.

Although it is said that four people live, the eldest sister in the dormitory is a loner. In addition to eating, sleeping, and attending classes, she spends more than half of the day in the library. The second child has a boyfriend who has been with him since high school and went to college. Later, although she and he did not go to the same school, they were admitted to the same city, so they had their own nests outside, and the dormitory was just a decoration. among.

   So most of the time during the day, this dormitory seems to be Su Xue's personal dormitory.

Because of this, when the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, Su Xue, who was holding her chin in her hands and staring at the portrait, was suddenly awakened. Put it away.

As the so-called guilty conscience of being a thief, if she hadn't acted like this, Zhang Na, the eldest sister of the dormitory who pushed the door in at this moment, would not even glance at the drawing paper on the table. They have been together in the same dormitory for more than a year, who doesn't know Who, nothing new.

   She came to the dormitory to get the book, and she left, at most, to say hello to Su Xue.

   But this time…

"Yo, yo, yo, my little Xue Xue, what are you doing?" Zhang Na bullied her at once, and then after this sentence, without waiting for Su Xue's reaction, she directly plucked out the socket of her elbow, Then, with three or two strokes, Su Xue collapsed onto the bed.

  Su Xue also seemed to know that "it's doomed", she covered her face with her hands, blushing, um, her ears turned red.

Sitting on the bed, he put one hand on Su Xue to prevent her from resisting. Of course, this was just a form. Then, the portrait on the table finally caught up in Zhang Na's eyes. When she suddenly saw the portrait, Zhang Na did too. She was startled for a moment, and then she laughed again when she saw the line of small characters beside the portrait.

   "The tiller forgets his plow, and the **** forgets his hoe."

   This is the line of small characters on the side of the portrait. Zhang Na first read the sentence word by word, and then read it like an endorsement:

"In the southeast corner of the sunrise, look at my Qin's building. The Qin family has a good girl, and she calls herself Luofu. Luofu likes silkworms and picks mulberries in the south corner of the city. , bright moon pearls in the ears. Hang Qi is the lower skirt, and Ziqi is the upper sock. The walker sees Luo Fu, and the bear and mustache. The young man sees Luo Fu, and takes off his hat. . Come and return to Xiang Xiang to be angry, but sit and watch Luo Fu."

   After reading this paragraph, Zhang Na finally turned around halfway and looked at Su Xue.

   Su Xue was already ashamed at this time.

   "Tsk tsk, I'm still wondering what's going on, it turns out that our little Xuexue is thinking of spring." Zhang Na said with a wicked smile.

   "You're just thinking about spring!" Su Xue resisted weakly, but with no strength, but at this time she was finally able to stand up and put away the drawing paper.

During this process, Zhang Na just looked at it with a smile and didn't stop it, and said with a leisurely smile: "Don't worry, Xiaoxue, the man you are looking for is not going to rob you, this kind of beautiful boy and little white face is not your food, sister. What I like is the kind of man with connotation."

   "It's not a little white face!" Although she was full of shyness at this time, Su Xue couldn't help but refute, "Besides, Sister Na, how do you know that people have no connotations?"

"You're talking for others before you hook up?" Zhang Na tsk tsk tsk, simply walked a few steps, took the notebook and opened it, "Come on, let's show you what a man with connotation looks like, this is the only way It's the man my sister likes."

  The laptop was opened quickly, and the dormitory used a wireless network, which was always connected to the Internet.

   Zhang Na opened the browser, then directly clicked on a URL in the favorites, and dragged Su Xue and the two to sit in front of the bed and watch together.

   It was a video on Weibo, and it was displayed directly without any buffering.

   "Sister Na, is this a zither or a zither?" Su Xue asked while looking at the beginning of the video.

   "Guzheng." Zhang Na replied, and said again: "Xiao Xuexue, don't talk, listen carefully, and watch carefully, my male **** is really handsome!"

   At this time, the first koto sound finally sounded.

   For the next few minutes, there was only sound from the laptop speakers in the dormitory.

   Being dragged to watch, Su Xue didn't take it seriously at first, but she soon became fascinated by it, or heard it.

This is a song she has never heard before. I don't know why, but when she listens to it, she has a very happy and joyful feeling. There is even a feeling that it is spring and March, and she is being warm and warm. The bright sun was shining, especially when the tune was repeated, the joy and familiarity made her want to stand up and go for a walk.

   Or, run and jump on the grass?

   Of course, it is best to play it like the song. In the spring and March, there is very warm and bright sunshine without being hot.

   "It's really good!" When the video was over, Su Xue couldn't help but praise her sincerely, "Sister Na, what song is this, have you heard it before?"

"No, it's not an ancient song, it should be an original." Although the video has ended, Zhang Na's eyes are still a little blurry when looking at the laptop screen, "I don't know if the song was also written by my male god, if If you do, then you will be good at creating and playing, which is really great!"

   "Is he playing well?" Su Xue asked.

   The song just now is really good, but Su Xue doesn't know how to play it, it just looks good?

   "Don't brag, don't black, top ten in the world." At this time, Zhang Na seemed to finally come out of the video, and said calmly, and then looked like a memory:

"Xiao Xuexue, you don't know, my sister used to want to learn music, she wanted to, she wanted to, and she dreamed of it! But luck is crazy! After three months of piano lessons, the piano teacher said to my sister with an affectionate expression, 'Beauty , the piano is not worthy of you, you should choose another career that is more promising for you!'"

   "Hee hee." Su Xue laughed.

"That's why my sister came to the Academy of Fine Arts instead of the Conservatory of Music." Zhang Na's tone seemed to have some vicissitudes, "but until now, my favorite is music! If you can't be a pianist, can't you be a composer, A lyricist, an illustrator who composes pictures for songs? Why do you go to the library every day as a sister? Is your sister learning to write lyrics!"

   "Huh?" Su Xue was really surprised when she heard this!

   She really doesn't know about this, and it's not just her, their entire dormitory doesn't know about it! If Sister Na didn't say it herself, she probably wouldn't even know when she graduated.

   "Sister not only writes, but also submits manuscripts." Zhang Na continued.

   "Is that adopted?" Su Xue asked with a little admiration, and Sister Na's image was really taller in her eyes.

   "Maybe composing is more suitable for my sister!" Zhang Na said a little embarrassedly.

  Push!

  Su Xue couldn't hold back and laughed.

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