Chapter 224 (1/2)

Xiaobai can't figure it out. Just because of different sexual orientation, does it erase everything? Can we deny the efforts and achievements of the two sides? So talented people are all here to learn how to draw, so just focus on drawing. Why do you point fingers at other people's private lives?

”Well, if you're worried about Fang Zheng, bring him here. You two talk and you enlighten him.”

Li Jin put his hand around his shoulder, put it in his arms and patted him on the back.

”All feelings are praiseworthy as long as they are sincere and not involved in other people's feelings. Love, regardless of men and women, no gender. Very simple love, just because it is him, should not be labeled as homosexual or heterosexual. The ignorance of thought, the backwardness of ideas and the narrow and selfish heart make people look disgusting and become tigers. Their insults and abuse are actually jealousy. You are Fang Zheng's good friend. You can't leave him at this time. He needs encouragement and support. ”

Li Jin comforted him, Xiaobai head close to his chest, obediently lying in his arms.

Li Jin moved his body and carefully kissed his hair. Xiaobai didn't find it.

”Well, I know. I'll offer him dinner, and I'll take him to the steak

Xiao Bai invited Fang Zheng to eat, but Fang Zheng didn't eat much and said much less. Xiaobai doesn't know how to comfort him.

”It will pass. Don't pay attention to their broken words. They will be more proud if you fall down.”

Fang Zheng nodded. When he betrayed his relatives, Xiaobai always accompanied him.

After the resumption of class, I thought it was over. Who knows, it's getting worse. Now I'm not only talking about the dispute, but also involving Xiaobai.

Other students are hiding from both of them just like AIDS patients. Xiaobai and Fangzheng sit together. There's no one in two meters around. It's like isolation.

As soon as the teacher said that class was over, the two students hugged each other. You pressed me and I squeezed you.

Oh dear, you accompany me to class, I buy you dinner, we are a pair of love than Jinjian!

Oh, honey, let's go for a walk together in the evening, all the way to the woods. I want you to press me on the tree and dry me hard!

Last night, SHANGZHENG and Xiaobai took a walk around the playground. Today, Fang Zheng bought Xiaobai a meal. They sat together in class.

Fang Zheng stood up to fight against this insinuating insult.

The teacher came in at this time.

”Come on, come on, don't make trouble, you two, don't make fun of each other! Next class, my younger martial brother Yuan Hong comes here. He is also a master of oil painting. He wants to visit your works. If you have any questions, you can ask him

Xiaobai was so angry that his teeth itched. He dragged Fang to sit down.

Clearly this is a shame, but in the teacher's mouth is playing.

”You can't bear it. You'll graduate in a month. After graduation, you'll go your own way. Don't pay attention to them. Just because they are about to graduate, they don't want to make trouble. They don't want to pay attention to this kind of insult. But the anger in my heart is really big. The fire and gas need to be forced down.

In the big studio, all the students take out their graduation works and line them up.

Martial uncle Yuan Hong is a master of oil painting. He is also one of the best in the world of painting. It's also their honor to get his advice.

My uncle doesn't teach in the Academy of fine arts, but he has his own studio. His students are all beautiful students. It looks like a fairyland. It really conforms to people's understanding of artists. It has a walnut in its hand, a red sandalwood bracelet on its wrist, gray hair and a big stomach. The shelf is bigger than the stomach.

From the beginning to the end, frowning, nodding, thinking, mmm.

I'll give you a few comments.

”Ning Bo's paintings have great potential!”

”The student's color is very bold!”

”This painting...” Yuan Hong went to the front of Xiaobai's painting, bent slightly, looked closer and nodded.

Xiaobai's painting is landscape, a snow mountain, which is displayed all year round. There is a sense of purity.

People can't help but breathe deeply. They can smell the fragrance of flowers in the cool wind! Under the blue sky, there is a snow mountain, a snow capped peak, towering and straight. The Gesang flowers are in full bloom on the hillside. The snow melts and murmurs down. An old woman in Tibetan robes is going home to collect green trees.

Holy, pure, clean!

The color is special, blue is blue, snow mountain is white towering, gesanghua is purplish red, gorgeous, mature highland barley a brilliant golden, in a piece of green vegetation more brilliant.

Gorgeous color is very impact, but not kitsch, as if to give a person, is the affirmation of this color.

It's beautiful.

Yuan Hong looked at it again, looked closer, looked left and right.

”Martial uncle?”

Xiao Bai gave a confused cry, martial uncle.

Yuan Hong glanced at Xiaobai and looked up and down.

”Did your painting go to the new artists exhibition?”

”Yes, third.””Oh, yes. You're very talented. Does anyone in your family paint? ”

”No, I've loved painting since I was a child. My parents are ordinary staff.”