Before Liu Yang said that Bureau Chen was looking for him, now that Wang Haonan said so, Zhang Jiuling probably knew what was going on.
Pushing open the door of the conference room, the lights were not turned on in the room, and in the center was a large screen projection, emitting a light blue light, on which was projected the personal information of Luo Cheng that they had just discussed.
In the middle of the conference room is a long table, hollow in the middle, and there are people from both sides of the military and police, one police uniform is sky blue, and the other military uniform is turquoise.
The door opened, and a group of people all looked towards the door.
Seeing the two of them, Bureau Chen of the Police Department waved at Zhang Jiuling.
"Jiuling, you two come over and sit down."
Zhang Jiuling and Wang Haonan took their seats, the door to the conference room was closed, and Bureau Chen stood in front of the screen projection and glanced at everyone present.
He tilted his head and looked at Zhang Jiuling next to him.
"Jiuling, you should know why I called you here today."
Zhang Jiuling nodded slightly. Seeing this, Bureau Chen pointed at the person on the projection with a metal shrinking stick and continued.
"Everyone should know that the reason why we, the military and the police, got together today is because of this person."
Zhang Jiuling glanced at the time on the phone, unlocked the screen, opened WeChat, and answered.
"It was luck that he could escape back then."
"This time, he is dead."
Saying that, he tapped the screen with his slender fingers and sent a message to Li Jiao on WeChat.
"I have something to do at noon, so I won't accompany you to dinner. Don't forget to have lunch when painting."
Not long after the message was sent, the other side came back quickly. Li Jiao sent a fat tiger emoji with her back to him, tucked her waist, and the word "hum" next to it.
Just looking at this emoji, Zhang Jiuling seemed to be able to see the little girl's angry little face, her cheeks puffed up, and her round eyes staring at him, very cute.
Looking at the emoji on the phone screen, Zhang Jiuling slightly hooked the corner of his lips.
Almost forgot, the little girl was still angry with him.
After thinking about it, he edited another message and sent it.
In the studio, Li Jiao, who was painting, felt the vibration of her mobile phone. After unlocking it, Zhang Jiuling sent an emoji package she had used before.
A puppy was lying on the ground, pitifully, with two small paws making a "please please" gesture. Please forgive me.
Seeing this emoji, Li Jiao couldn't help laughing, and almost didn't laugh out loud. He pursed his lips, thought about it, and gave him an emoji.
A kitten was arrogantly inserted into the waist, with its chin raised, very arrogant. With two words, "Please."
Zhang Jiuling sent the puppy's emoji again, and then typed two words, "Please."
Li Jiao was happy when she saw the news, holding her phone, grinning like a little fool.
Hahahaha, let you laugh at me in the morning, now you have to come and beg me hahahahaha-
If possible, Li Xiaojiao would like to beat gongs and drums and sing a song. But now that everyone is painting, she should take back this bold idea.
Zhang Jiuling soon sent another message, "Jiaojiao don't get angry."
Li Jiao pursed her lips and knocked on her reply duplicitously.
"I'm not angry."
Zhang Jiuling: "Didn't that Lingling make Jiaojiao angry this morning?"
Li Jiao: "Jiaojiao is not angry with her age in the morning."
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Here, Wang Haonan was worried about Zhang Jiuling's personal safety, and talked a lot, his mouth was dry. When he turned around, Zhang Jiuling didn't listen to him at all.
Instead, he held the phone, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, not knowing what he was doing.
Wang Haonan leaned over curiously to see that he was sending WeChat with his sister-in-law. But the content of WeChat... Wang Haonan looked at the emojis on the screen, and what age, Jiaojiao, had a layer of goose bumps alive.
Huh~
This strong sour smell of love makes him disgusting, a person who exudes the fragrance of a single dog.
Tsk tsk tsk, unexpectedly, after the boss fell in love, this style of painting is actually like this
Also, still age, vomit ~ ~ nausea!
In the end, Comrade Wang Haonan, who couldn't bear it, escaped and stumbled, the ghost knows how much he was stimulated.
Zhang Jiuling stood there, still messaging Li Jiao, the little girl told him that she would stay in the studio all day to draw, saying that her roommate would help her at lunch.
Zhang Jiuling told her not to stare at the drawing board all the time, to take a rest, and to pick her up after get off work, the little girl quickly said yes. Remind him to remember to eat too.
After a short message call, Zhang Jiuling put away her phone, turned around and walked towards the training ground, walking with tenacity and standing tall.
On Li Jiao's side, just after she put away her phone, the teacher came back from outside, stood in front of the classroom, and tapped on the blackboard. The classmates stopped their movements and looked up at her.
The teacher is a woman in her thirties. Because of painting, she has a quiet and elegant temperament. Seeing everyone stopped, she smiled.
"Students, our department now has an exhibition of art works, sketches, oil paintings, all kinds of paintings are not limited. I hope everyone will participate actively. The works selected for the exhibition will not only get a certificate, but also directly add 5 points to the final grade. "
As soon as these words came out, everyone was excited. The final grades were directly added 5 points, and there were certificates. This reward is too attractive.
"Isn't it, plus 5 points, so awesome?"
"Wow, there must be a lot of people participating in the competition. With so many bigwigs in our Academy of Fine Arts, where can I get my turn?"
"I don't care. I want to participate anyway. It's not ashamed to lose, and I still make money if I win."
"Hey, there are so many people in the Academy of Fine Arts, what can I paint to be special?"
"..."
For a time, the classmates in the studio whispered to each other and discussed excitedly.
Li Jiao was also a little moved. She added 5 points to her final grade. Those who didn't participate would be fools. However, there are so many people who can paint in the Academy of Fine Arts, and there are all kinds of paintings.
What should she draw to stand out
In front of the classroom, the female teacher clapped her hands, and the studio became quiet, she continued.
"Now, you can draw your entries."
I heard that I can start writing, and everyone is quite active. Some of them directly added and modified the original paintings, and some took out their mobile phones and started to check the information. Also, he turned around and discussed in a low voice with the classmates next to him.
Li Jiao thought for a while, but there was no thought in her mind for a while.
Forget it, I still want to draw the sketch in front of me.
"Rain."
The female teacher walked up to Tang Yuran and frowned subconsciously when she saw the sketches on her drawing board.
Pointing to one place, he said: "The light and darkness of this place are not drawn, the lines are rough, and the shape of this place is wrong."
"What's the matter with you, how could you make such a low-level mistake?"
The teacher's stern tone made Tang Yuran lowered his eyes and lowered his head.
"Sorry, teacher."
She had light blue-black under her eyes, probably because she wasn't resting well, she was listless, she looked lethargic, and her face was a little ugly.
The female teacher frowned and asked with concern.
"Didn't you rest well?"
Tang Yuran nodded and continued to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I will definitely not make this mistake next time."
The female teacher sighed, seeing that she had a good attitude, and didn't say anything more. Raise your feet and walk towards the back of the classroom.
She walked over to Li Jiao who was sketching, looked at her drawing carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, the lines are smooth, and the contrast between light and dark is well handled."
Hearing this, Li Jiao bowed her head politely, "Thank you, teacher."
The female teacher was naturally impressed by Li Jiao. She passed the exam with the second grade in her major and became her student. She was talented and hardworking. How could she not like such a good seedling.
Immediately, her eyes were gentle and kind.
"Li Jiao, what are you going to paint at this art exhibition?"
…
At the back of the classroom, the teacher was talking to Li Jiao cordially, her attitude was completely different from the one she had just treated to her.
Tang Yuran looked at Li Jiao not far away with resentment. After seeing her bright smile, the jealousy in her eyes was about to solidify.
Why, everyone likes you, the instructor is, so is the teacher. How am I worse than you
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For a day, Li Jiao stayed in the studio, and even the lunch was brought by Zhang Yue and the others.
Like her, there are many equally hard-working classmates in the studio, because I heard about the art exhibition in the morning. Now, everyone is desperately rushing to make paintings.
Until five o'clock in the afternoon, half of the people in the studio had not left.
It was dark early in winter, and at five o'clock, it was already gray outside the window. The streets of the college outside were slowly lit up with orange-yellow street lights.
In the studio, bright incandescent lights cast on everyone's drawing paper. The room was very quiet, and everyone was concentrating on drawing, except for the occasional sound of wiping the paper, the sound of the students rubbing their pencils over the drawing paper.
Although drawing under the lights is not good for the eyes, the tight time limit for the competition forced them to rush to work.
Li Jiao already had the prototype of the painting in her mind. She leaned over, holding the pencil in her right hand, looking at the brushstrokes on the drawing paper, she was carefully drawing the shape.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was getting late.
In the studio, people packed up and left.
"Jiaojiao, let's go first."
Zhang Yue and Su Linlin yawned after packing up their things. The two leaned against each other, so tired that they could barely keep their eyes open.
Li Jiao raised her head from the drawing paper and waved at them.
"Bye-Bye."
Su Linlin said with concern: "You also have a rest, the instructor hasn't come to pick you up yet?"
"Oh, he has something to do at the police station, so it's too late." Li Jiao replied, "It's okay, I'll wait for him while I draw."
"Okay~" Su Linlin yawned again, tears in her eyes. "You're half a police wife, right? It's hard enough."
"Okay, let's go back to the dormitory first, be careful by yourself."
"alright, bye."
Seeing the backs of Zhang Yue and Su Linlin disappearing at the door, Li Jiao turned to look in the studio, most of the people were gone, and it was deserted. A gust of cold wind blew into the unclosed windows, and the white curtains fluttered quietly.
In the whole studio, apart from her, there was only Tang Yuran in the first few rows. She held a pen and was not satisfied with what she drew several times, and kept editing it.
Although it was a bedroom, Li Jiao didn't know her well, so she didn't talk to her.
He lowered his head and continued to draw his own picture.
About half an hour later, Li Jiao, whose eyes hurt from drawing, finally received a message from Zhang Jiuling that he was coming soon.
Only then did she put down the paintbrush, stood up, stretched, ah~ After sitting for a day, her whole body was stiff.
Looking up, Tang Yuran in front was gone, I don't know if he left.
Li Jiao slowly packed her bag, and covered the picture she had just finished with a piece of white silk. Usually, the paintings of the students are also covered with Bai Juan and placed in the studio.
Otherwise, it is not easy to take it back to the bedroom, the place is small and not very convenient.
After covering the painting, Li Jiao put her bag on her back, carefully closed the window, turned off the light in the studio, and closed the door before leaving.
And she didn't leave for a long time, the dark studio turned on the lights again, and Tang Yuran, who should have left long ago, appeared in the studio like a ghost.
She stood in front of Li Jiao's painting for a long time...
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"Nine Ages~"
After going down the stairs outside the teaching building, Li Jiao saw Zhang Jiuling who had just got off the bus. I haven't seen anyone for a day, the little girl misses him so much, she called him happily, and then stumbled towards him and ran.
Li Jiao's fractured right foot has improved a lot, the pain is not so much, and she can walk slowly. However, with such a run now, Zhang Jiuling's heart was raised.
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He quickly walked a few steps, caught the little girl who was running towards him, and hugged him firmly.
Once again, he caught his little girl, this coquettish, stumbling little moon.
Li Jiao threw herself into his arms, rubbed her cheeks against his chest, and then raised her head. Under the street lamp, those big eyes were bright.
She called him softly, "Jiuling~"
When the little girl called him, she always liked to add a long childish tone after the age, twisting and turning around the ground, twists and turns, the soft and waxy voice burrowed into the seam of the heart, sweetly.
Zhang Jiuling picked her up and weighed her, feeling good about the little girl's enthusiastic appearance.
"Miss me?"
"kindness!"
The little girl nodded heavily, trying her best to widen her eyes in affirmation.
Zhang Jiuling was amused by her, put her down, and rubbed the back of the little girl's head, her soft hair was soft and comfortable to the touch.
"Lingling came to pick Jiaojiao home."
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