He Sha didn't know how she got back to Central America, but when she opened her eyes, it was almost noon.
The dormitory was in a mess, with more than a dozen empty bottles of Yanjing beer on the floor, and snack bags littered on the table, including chicken feet, braised eggs, tiger skin peanuts and the like.
She reached out and tapped her groggy head, and tried to get up from the bed.
It was okay to lie still, but when he moved, his stomach began to churn.
She quickly got off the bed, rushed into the bathroom and vomited violently. It took a long time before she regained her strength, and sat on the floor panting heavily.
She had never drank so much wine since she was a child. She felt much better after vomiting, but the dizziness and powerlessness had not dissipated.
She dipped the cold sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand, forced herself to walk to the sink, and turned on the faucet.
Wow~
Water gushes.
She picked up a handful of water and slapped it on her face. After brushing her teeth, she cheered up.
Lin Yue.
Lin Jiamo...
Taking a deep breath and suppressing her inner disappointment, she returned to the room and began to clean up the beer bottles and littered garbage on the floor.
The aftereffects of being drunk are still there, so I basically have to stop for a while after scanning twice to take a breath before continuing.
While using a dustpan to pour peels into the trash can, the dormitory door opened from the outside, and roommates Wang Min and Zhang Jiangjiang walked in.
"He Sha, stop doing this, I'll do it." Seeing that she was in a bad state, Wang Min quickly took the broom from her hand and continued to clean up the accumulated garbage.
Zhang Jiangjiang said: "We have asked for leave for you in the morning class."
After speaking, he walked over and helped her sit down on the bedside: "Isn't it just a man? It's hard to find a three-legged toad, and there are two-legged men all over the street. How about drinking so much wine and ruining your body?"
He Sha lowered her head and said nothing. Yes, there are two-legged men all over the street, but how many people like him can you find in the emperor? What's more, how can the relationship between three years of high school be measured by money and talent?
Over there, Wang Min also advised: "Looking at the way you looked when you came back yesterday, if he were in our school, he would definitely hit the door with a bad temper like mine."
"He Sha, He Sha..." The two of them were trying to persuade her to be more open-minded. Another roommate, Li Mu, walked into the room: "There is your express delivery outside the apartment building."
"My delivery?"
Dad hasn't been on a business trip recently. He Sha looked confused, not knowing who would send her something.
Li Mu said: "Yes, it's still a big item. Go take a look. The workers are waiting at the door."
He Sha composed herself, got up with doubts, opened the door and walked out. Wang Min was worried that she had made a mistake, so he followed her and left the dormitory.
Just as Li Mu said, there was a small truck parked in front of the girls' apartment building, and in front of the deliveryman in work clothes stood a wooden box about half a person high.
"Hello, I'm He Sha."
"He Sha, a first-year student in the Sculpture Department of CAFA?"
"Yes, I'll get you your student ID card."
"No need." The deliveryman handed her a receipt: "Sign here."
He Sha took it and signed her name.
The deliveryman looked at the wooden box and then at the delicate girl in front of him: "How about... let me help you move it in."
Wang Min rushed to say: "Thank you, we live on the second floor, room 212."
"You're welcome." The deliveryman picked up the wooden box with both hands and walked into the apartment building. The female students on the path ducked to both sides.
After the deliveryman left, Zhang Jiangjiang walked half a circle around the wooden box.
"He Sha, what is this?"
He Sha shook her head.
Li Mu looked inside through the one-inch-wide gap between the wooden strips of the sealing box: "It looks like a painting."
He Sha said: "I didn't buy paintings outside."
Wang Min was impatient and didn't say much. He borrowed a hammer from the dormitory aunt, used the nail end to pound both ends of the sealing strip, and finally pulled out the picture frame wrapped in dustproof cloth.
Li Mu walked over and took off the dustproof cloth, and an oil painting about half a person tall appeared in front of the three of them.
"This is……"
Zhang Jiangjiang looked at the person in the painting, then looked at He Sha, and found that it was the same person.
Li Mu said: "The painting is of you, He Sha."
Wang Min, who was holding the frame, leaned forward and said, "This painting is comparable to our professor Tang. Who gave it to me? It's so romantic."
In the painting, He Sha is standing in the pavilion by Houhai with a colored pen, concentrating on describing the quiet Pinghu Lake in the dusk.
The water surface was rippling with blue waves, and Father-in-law Sun lit up the silver-scaled fairy wand. The golden color from the west wrapped around her hands and brushes, her long hair swayed slightly, and the breeze was sweet.
She is painting Pinghu in peace, and the person outside the painting is painting her in peace.
It was an assignment assigned by the teacher in mid-March. The class went to the Shichahai area to find their favorite target and complete a watercolor painting. She wandered around the area for a long time without choosing an object to depict, because she was from the Imperial City and lacked freshness about everything there, unlike those students from other places who could always find something that stood out to them.
It came and went, until dusk was approaching and other students had finished work and returned to school. She looked at the lake in the evening and the park that had become quiet, and then she entered the state and found the mood she wanted to express with colors and brushes.
That day, she was not satisfied to stop writing until nightfall, and left with her easel on her back.
She never thought that this scene would be recorded by others.
"He Sha, who do you think this person... could be?" In Zhang Jiangjiang's opinion, the person who could capture this heart-warming moment should be the classmate who went to Shichahai to paint together, but she really couldn't think of it. The Sculpture Department... no, it should be said that the entire School of Sculpture, who has such a high standard.
I remember Professor Wen said that good paintings will make people calm down at a glance.
As for this painting, the Pinghu in the painting is quiet, and the girl outside Pinghu is also quiet.
"I know……"
"What do you know?" Zhang Jiangjiang turned around.
"I know who painted it." He Sha muttered in a low voice. She opened the door and ran out without caring about cleaning up her messy hair and slightly pale face.
"He Sha, where are you going?" Wang Min chased her outside the door.
There was no response, and only she knew where she was going.
Li Mu, who was holding the picture frame, looked at Zhang Jiangjiang and said, "Could it be..."
She pointed in the direction of Northern Technology and Business University.
"Is that Lin Yue really that powerful?"
"Do you think the rumor that that man spent an hour and a half chatting with Professor Wen about impression painting techniques is groundless?"
Wang Min heard the conversation between the two, looked back at the painting, and sighed heavily. She knew He Sha was finished, and no one in this life could replace him in the girl's heart.
…
Three days later.
Kuang Qiang walked towards the multimedia classroom in the teaching building holding an apple he had taken a few bites of.
It feels almost done. When He Sha's mood becomes more stable, he will ask her questions, be considerate, and use his eloquence and experience to open her heart. What's next...
Isn’t the person named Lin a cow? Waiting for him to pry her corner, let's see what qualifications you have to live in peace in front of him in the future.
"Kuang Qiang, the teacher from the Academic Affairs Office asked you to come over."
As soon as he entered the classroom, he heard the monitor calling his name.
"knew."
Kuang Qiang quickly took a few bites of the apple, threw most of the rest into the trash can, and walked towards the complex.
Five minutes later, he knocked on the door of the Academic Affairs Office and stepped into the room. He was stunned when he saw the woman standing in front of him.
"Why are you here?" Kuang Qiang was furious.
The woman glanced at him but said nothing. The dean of the Academic Affairs Office pushed a piece of paper over: "You are Kuang Qiang from the Marketing Department, right? Let's see if you can do this?"
It was an ultrasound imaging report, and the results showed that a gestational sac was detected in the female uterine cavity, and the size was consistent with the size of six to five days.
Kuang Qiang looked at the woman and said, "Didn't I already give you money? Why do you come to school to make trouble?"
"That little money is simply not enough."
"Not enough?" Kuang Qiang said, "I obviously wore a condom at the beginning, but who knows if the child in your belly is mine."
"I calculated the time and it's yours."
"You calculated the time and said yes, I calculated the time and said no."
"Kuang Qiang, you just don't want to be responsible."
"Yes, why should I be responsible?"
Kuang Qiang really wants to say that I am a prostitute, why should I be responsible for a chicken? It is your fault that I did not take safety measures. It has nothing to do with me. Giving you 200 yuan has already done my best.
But this is the Academic Affairs Office, and he cannot vent without restraint.
"Are you sure the child is his?" The director of the Academic Affairs Office obviously wanted to protect Kuang Qiang. After all, the woman is not a student of the school, and the school is not responsible for the pregnancy of the public: "Young people, who doesn't ask me to tell you when they are impulsive? , you should negotiate carefully, if..."
"Okay, you and your gang are here to bully me, a foreigner." The woman picked up the phone and looked at Kuang Qiang with a look of resentment: "I have to fight you to the death today."
