Thirty-Three: The Love Buried by Time (Thirty-Three)

"Look at that." Wen Yanzhi pointed his chin towards something, "Jingrong. Do you know him?"

"I know him. Didn't I see him at the school gate last time?" The teacher folded her hands on the car window and leaned slightly. She unbuttoned her shirt and deliberately exposed her sexy cleavage in front of him. She answered softly, "He is a famous talent in our school. Although he is not very old, he has first-class painting skills and has won many awards at home and abroad. According to our school's art teacher, his hands are God's hands. Although he hasn't taken the college entrance examination yet, many universities have extended olive branches to him. But he is interested in the highest institutions and doesn't like other places."

"God's hands? Is it so magical?" Wen Yanzhi lit a cigarette for himself, as if he was very interested, "Strange. I have never seen God's hands."

The beautiful teacher was tired of bending over, but he didn't even look at her. She pouted and acted like a spoiled child, "Yanzhi, you've been staring at me. Are you attracted to my sister?"

Wen Yanzhi laughed softly, "Don't talk nonsense. A friend's wife should not be bullied."

"Then why are you still looking?" The other party said coquettishly.

He opened the car door, got out, kissed the woman on the top of her head, and coaxed her absentmindedly, "Go wash off the perfume on you. I don't like this smell."

The woman looked frustrated and lowered her head to sniff herself. In the end, she listened to the other party and went back to the school's locker room obediently.

She took a few steps and kept looking back at the man who attracted everyone's attention as soon as he got out of the car. He was suave, charming and seductive, like a poppy, and like a kite without a string. Many people fell for him, but no one could catch him.

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"Okay, classmates, let's draw character sketches next. Is there anyone willing to come and be a model?" The art teacher's voice rang out in the outdoor classroom.

Before anyone could respond, someone said, "Let me do it."

This voice was so clear and leisurely that everyone looked up. A handsome man walked towards them with long legs.

Boys and teachers were puzzled. Girls were excited.

So handsome!!

If such a person is a model, even painting will be more exciting!

"Sir, we are in class now..." When he came closer, the teacher reminded.

"I know,

Don't you need a model? I will be a model for them, so no one will be delayed from painting." Wen Yanzhi took the lead before the teacher finished speaking. He even moved a chair and sat down. Moreover, he sat straight in front of Jingrong.

Jingrong remembered him and couldn't help but look at him twice more.

"Teacher, let's take him! He is so handsome, we must paint well!"

"Yes, yes, it can inspire our inspiration!"

The female students all pleaded.

The teacher is not a conservative person. Besides, everyone has a love for beauty! He nodded in an open-minded way, "Okay, the minority obeys the majority. Today I'll make an exception!"

Jing Rong moved the drawing board aside and took out a pencil and sketchbook from his bag. Wen Yanzhi raised his hand to turn over his drawing board. Jing Rong held his hand and shook his head at him.

Wen Yanzhi glanced at the teacher who was painting with his head down, leaned towards Jing Rong, and said in a low voice: "It's just a painting, what can't you see?"

"It's not that you can't look at the painting, you are a model now, you must have the qualities of a model, don't move around." Jing Rong's eyes were clear and he said it seriously. The young voice, like the flowing stream, has not been polluted by any tobacco, and is extremely clean.

Wen Yanzhi couldn't help laughing, "So you are as old-fashioned as your sister."

"This is not called old-fashioned, it's just a basic principle." He corrected him softly.

"Tsk~" Wen Yanzhi sneered at his words, but didn't move around anymore. He just asked: "Hey, why is your sister like this?"

"What?" Jing Rong lowered his head to paint and responded casually.

"He's cold and boring."

"Are you here for my sister?" Jing Rong looked up and looked at him.

Wen Yanzhi was stunned by this question. What on earth did he come for? He was supposed to be on a date, but why did he sit here as a model for no reason and not allow anyone to move. How free is he?

"Yes, I came here for this." He felt that if it wasn't for this, he couldn't think of a second reason to come. Who made him the best friend in the world? It was a blessing for Vice President Yu to have him as a friend.

"I don't agree with my sister being with your friend. He and my sister are definitely not suitable." Just look at the person in front of him.

"Tsk, you know it's inappropriate without even meeting the person? You're so young, you don't know shit."

Jing Rong didn't expect him to reply with swear words. He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and said in a colder voice than before, "I don't understand, so don't ask me."

Wen Yanzhi looked at him and laughed, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Hey, you're not very old, but you have a bad temper."

"..."Jing Rong decided not to pay attention to him anymore.

"Hey!" Wen Yanzhi didn't receive a response, so he kicked his white sneakers with the toe of his leather shoes, "Speak."

Jing Rong shrank back and raised his eyes, with a clear stream in his eyes, calm and peaceful. But at this moment, his beautiful eyebrows were twisted, "I'm in class, don't make trouble."

The tone did not mean to respect him as an elder, but contained a little seriousness of a young man.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the boy's eyes and wavered for a while. After a long while, his lips moved, and he said "Oh", but he really didn't make trouble anymore.

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Jingyu has been very busy in recent days.

Chen Wanzhi's matter has been put on the agenda. Everything is still in the trial stage and there is no result.

Jingyu blocked Yu Zeyao's number. So, he never called again.

Occasionally, late at night, she would lie in bed and think of his injury. After all, it was for her. It has only been ten days, and I am afraid his injury has not fully healed.

She took out the tie clip from the drawer, thought about it, and put it back in her bag. Maybe she was wasting her time. Last time, they had made it very clear to each other that there was probably no possibility of meeting him again.

That day, early in the morning, Jingyu came out of his father's ward. He had just changed his white robe, and the phone in his pocket was vibrating wildly.

"Have you finished your class?" Qi Jinnian asked.

Jingyu said "hmm" and yawned sleepily.

"That's good, I'll pick you up later!"

"No, I'll take a taxi back by myself."

"I'm not asking you to go back, I'm asking you to accompany me to a place." Qi Jinnian looked very happy, "Today is the day when the Vice President takes office, and there will be an open speech at Baiyu Square. Several people from our Ministry of Education will go, you can come with me."