One bottle, she also said I was ugly with nail polish! "
Zhou Jiaojiao scratched at the nail polish that had almost fallen off her nails, "My hands are so long, what can I do? Besides, what's wrong with my fat hands and short fingers? It looks like a hard-working and simple old man, what do you say? right?"
"Xia Wei's hands are thin and long, and just like her face, they are not serious. They say that they are born with a pen and a hand that can draw. Hmph, it turns out that the painting is not very rubbish."
Seeing that the person next to him didn't fart a single one, Zhou Jiaojiao bumped him with her elbow, "Hey, Shu Ran, did you hear me?"
Huang Dan just sharpened his pencil when it broke, "..."
Zhou Jiaojiao stuck out her tongue and snatched the pencil and knife from him, "I'll sharpen it for you."
But Zhou Jiaojiao's pencils are almost always sharpened by her father. She sharpened Huang Dan's pencil, which was bumpy, and even broke the lead, which was not very helpful.
Seeing that the pencil is getting shorter and shorter, and if it goes on like this, the hand can't hold it anymore, Huang Dan said, "Forget it, let me do it."
Zhou Jiaojiao was embarrassed and planned to take a pencil from the toolbox for Huang Dan, when she heard Xia Wei's voice, "Shu Ran, here it is for you."
Huang Dan glanced at the pencil in Xia Wei's hand, it was thin and comfortable to look at.
Xia Wei hehe, "That's right, I've been a teacher before, but the master leads the door, and the practice is personal. I only learned a little bit of the master's fur. The pencils he sharpens are really beautiful, like works of art."
Lin Mao came over and said, "Shen Liang and I can both testify that Xiao Wei's master is not only good at sharpening pencils, but also good at drawing, so he doesn't need a teacher to guide him."
Zhou Jiaojiao didn't believe it, "It's true or false, it's better than what Shen Liang painted? Then why don't you come to the studio with you?"
Xia Wei put the pencil on the small stool on the side of the yellow sheet, "I don't need the teacher's guidance anymore, why do I need to come here to waste time?"
Zhou Jiaojiao tsk-tsk, "Then he is a classmate with you? When did you learn art? Junior high school? Did you start it from an early age? If you don't even need the teacher's guidance, then you have at least five or six years of painting foundation."
Lin Mao said, "He is a repeater."
"According to what I know, people are the art that we were in contact with at about the same time. This is the gap between talent and no talent."
Zhou Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, with a teasing expression on her face, "It's so powerful, it's all about talent, why are you repeating it? If you don't go to the Academy of Fine Arts, you won't even be able to pass the exam?"
Xia Wei lowered his eyes, "He didn't sign up for a single admission in any school."
Zhou Jiaojiao knew that there were people with such self-confidence and condescension, "Isn't there a unified move?"
This time, Xia Wei didn't speak. It was Lin Mao who said, "On the day of the general admissions test, he saw a car accident on the road. He fainted on the spot and missed the test."
Zhou Jiaojiao listened to a joke, "How can anyone get dizzy when they see a car accident? I once encountered a cat that was crushed into flesh by a car, and its internal organs were rotten. I didn't even eat and drink."
Her indifferent look, as if changing the cat to chéng rén would not be a problem.
Huang Dan, who had never spoken, raised his eyes, "Xia Wei, Lin Mao, the repeater you said is afraid of cars?"
"Yeah, he is very afraid of cars, and he has reached a kind of, how to say, it is abnormal, the kind that needs to eat yào."
As Lin Mao spoke, he organized the language, thinking of a way to describe it more accurately, "He is usually a ruffian, quite arrogant and difficult to mess with, but as soon as he sees the car, he immediately becomes a different person. , it's kind of scary anyway."
Xia Wei seemed to remember something, and his face turned pale, "Well, it's terrible."
"I've been in the car with him twice, and before I got in the car, he would be very nervous. After the car started to stop, he kept his eyes closed, his body kept shaking, and his face was covered in cold sweat. The face is as white as a ghost, really, I'm not exaggerating at all."
Lin Mao spit Xingzi, "What's more outrageous is that sometimes when he comes to talk to us, when he hears the sound of the car's engine, it will become wrong."
Zhou Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and followed her words, "Then he had a car accident before and left a psychological shadow, or else his family had an accident. This situation is definitely a psychological effect."
Xia Wei clenched his palm and said softly, "I asked my master and he said no."
Zhou Jiaojiao said it was impossible, "Your master must not tell you the truth. If it wasn't for him, then he was a very important person."
Seeing that Xia Wei was looking over, she shrugged, "It's always played like this on TV, what if you see your lover die in a car accident with your own eyes, you will leave a deep shadow, and you can't overcome it. From now on, you are afraid of driving.