Cao Deqing was the last one to get on the bus. He quickly looked around the car with his little eyes, and just as he was about to take a step back, the driver suddenly pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Director Cao, you are sitting next to me. There is a lot of bumps in the back."

Cao Deqing smiled: "It doesn't matter, I feel dizzy in front. It's a little better if I sit in the back."

The driver didn't insist, he was just being polite.

Cao Deqing was walking backwards, when suddenly his feet seemed to bump. He hurriedly quickened his pace and walked a few steps. He slumped down on the empty seat next to Zhang Yun and sighed: "As I get older, my legs are really not very flexible.

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Zhang Yun hurriedly collected her bag and asked Cao Deqing to sit upright.

"Zhang Yun, how are you preparing to participate in the competition this time?" Cao Deqing looked kind and caring.

Zhang Yun felt that the director's face seemed to be getting closer, which made her a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't avoid it openly, so she had to try to stagger the position of her face. "I have done some competition questions, but I don't know how difficult the exam will be.

big."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as you work hard, the important thing is to participate, the important thing is to participate!"

Cao Deqing patted Zhang Yun on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Because the weather has been getting warmer these days, it was already very hot in the car at around ten o'clock in the morning. When Zhang Yun got in the car, she took off her coat and put it in her arms. She wore a white T-shirt underneath, with a hollow shape on the shoulders.

Cao Deqing's hand just touched his skin.

Suddenly, she finally realized that this guy was just like the legend, he was a big gangster!

Regarding Cao Deqing, there is a widely circulated message from Yucai Middle School.

It is said that one time Cao Deqing asked two girls to help him clean his office.

When the two girls entered, they found him sitting on a chair. They pointed at the door and said, "Close the door and take off your clothes!"

The two girls were so frightened that they ran away, but later he argued that what he said was "mop" and that he was telling the two girls that the mop for hygiene was behind the door.

The specific actual situation at that time is unknown, but his reputation as a gangster spread.

Zhang Yun shrank her body against the window and quickly put on her coat.

Although it was still very hot, at least she wouldn't get tampered with. She didn't dare to tell Cao Deqing to get away directly, so she could only curl up in a ball in embarrassment, feeling extremely aggrieved.

This old pervert can't sit anywhere, but he wants to sit here with me.

The seats for both boys are vacant.

Zhao Peng knew that Cao Deqing had this kind of character, so he watched every move he made when he got into the car. Seeing that Cao Deqing made no further moves, Zhao Peng said nothing.

That Zhang Yun might as well suffer a little injustice, lest she don't know the darkness of this society.

When he looked away, he found that Zhang Xiaoqiu was holding a pencil and drawing something on a piece of paper, which seemed to be houses and trees along the way.

It should be a sketch.

Although she only drew an outline, judging from the proportions of her composition and the outline of her lines, her skills are quite good.

I can't help but see it.

Zhang Xiaoqiu was drawing when he suddenly felt a scrutinizing gaze next to him. He turned around and saw Zhao Peng's interested eyes. He blushed and hurriedly crumpled the paper into a ball and hid it behind his body.

"The painting is very good, why did it rub off?"

Zhao Peng said with a smile, his tone was very gentle, this girl is like a mimosa, she will shrink up if she is not careful to prevent others from seeing her.

Like the man in Chekhov's novel who puts himself in a bag.

Zhao Peng is very familiar with her situation. In his previous life, he was similar to this girl. Because his family was too poor, he had low self-esteem. Even though he studied well, he still did not dare to communicate with others casually. He was always worried that others would look down on him.

However, the more they evade tolerance, the more excited the bullying classmates become and are unwilling to let him go. It can only be said that bullying is the most primitive malice.

When students are still in school, they have not been exposed to much darkness in society. Bullying someone just because they are not their type, or even punching or kicking someone just because they are poor or not good-looking, is malice without any purpose.

This kind of malice is difficult to eliminate because it comes from the heart.

Zhao Peng now has the soul of an adult living in his bones. When he looks at this little girl, he thinks of his own embarrassment and suffering, so he can't help but feel sorry for her.

At a flowery age, one should be sunny and lively, letting out the charm of a girl.

You should not artificially build a shell to wrap yourself up.

"I can't draw either. I draw blindly."

Zhang Xiaoqiu responded to Zhao Peng's words in a low voice. Her voice was so quiet that if Zhao Peng hadn't been sitting next to her, she would not have heard it. It was no louder than the sound of a mosquito.

"It's very beautiful. I took it out and started painting. I like it very much. I was fascinated by it."

Zhao Peng continued to encourage gently.

Zhang Xiaoqiu cautiously raised his head and glanced at Zhao Peng, then lowered his head again: "Let's forget it, you will definitely laugh at me."

"No, I'm going to ask you to draw something for me."

"Whatever you want to draw, I can't draw."

Zhao Peng was actually not joking, he really had something to paint. But originally he wanted to find a more professional painter, but now it seems that this classmate Zhang's painting skills are already very good.

When it comes to painting, hard work can make up for weakness, but if you want to draw spiritually, you always need some talent.

There is a principle in art, that is, the more sensitive a person is and the more delicate his mind, the easier it is to create immortal and vital works.

Artists are rare people with a particularly generous and cheerful temperament.

To a greater or lesser extent, they are all sick.

"I'm serious, you don't want to help me?"

Zhang Xiaoqiu shook her head hastily, her little head shaking like a rattle, "No, no, I just can't draw. I must not be able to draw well, and you will laugh at me then."

This little girl really has low self-esteem to the extreme.

Zhao Peng is not in a hurry, he has already discovered that this is a treasure girl, so just take your time.

So he no longer forced the girl Zhang Xiaoqiu to make a decision, but smiled and told her some stories about famous painters at home and abroad.

When he talked about Monet, he felt that Zhang Xiaoqiu's expression became obviously a little excited, so he smiled and asked: "It seems that you like Monet."

Zhang Xiaoqiu's face turned slightly red, "It's not that I like it, I just saw his paintings in a magazine and thought they were interesting, so I started to draw them myself."

"So you started painting because you saw Monet's paintings in magazines?"

Zhang Xiaoqiu nodded.

Zhao Peng rubbed his brows and couldn't help but sigh. This girl has no idea how talented she is. Many people who have been specially trained in painting may not have the skills she has after studying for several years.

Just like her appearance was concealed by shabby clothes, so was her talent.

Another pearl covered in dust.

Unexpectedly, in the third grade of this small Yucai Middle School, there are so many hidden dragons and crouching tigers. If he hadn't happened to meet Zhang Xiaoqiu, he would never have thought that such a person was actually a little artistic genius.

"It's decided. I want you to help me draw. I won't find anyone else. Just tell me if you are willing. If not, I won't find anyone to draw." Zhao Peng said deliberately.

"Ah, how can you still be like this? I told you that I'm not good at painting, so don't force me, and you're still criticizing me for not being good at painting."

"Whether the painting is good or not, I want it. Are you really not willing?"

Zhao Peng is motivated by advancement, while Zhang Xiaoqiu has an avoidant personality. If you are polite to such people, they will retreat further. On the contrary, if you pull them, they will not refuse.

When Zhao Peng asked her to draw, he subconsciously felt that this girl should not be buried, and he also truly believed that she could help him in his later plans.

A cultural boat developed based on Qingcheng.

In his previous life, he had been wandering outside for so long, and rarely saw news about his hometown of Long Province in the media. When he finally saw one, it was either a crime, or the economy was at the bottom, and there was no positive news at all.

But although Long Province is poor and its people are tough, they are straightforward and treat people with sincerity and enthusiasm. People in Long Province are not afraid of hardship and are very resilient when working outside.

Long Province also has a long history and culture. The Zhou Dynasty for thousands of years has left many historical traces in Long Province. Long Province has played an important role in the long history of all dynasties. However, the current media seems to regard this as

Locality is associated with poverty, backwardness and backwardness.

As long as Long Province is mentioned, people will subconsciously ask whether there is no water there, and whether people only take a bath once a year.

This is a serious misunderstanding of Long Province.

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Chapter completed!