I Need to Skip Out on this Marriage

Since then, Wen Qi has often come to Cotton Maple for communication.

Mian Feng was suspicious of what he said that day and went back to consult the master deliberately.

If this is a strict academic theory, people who are mixed with the master level can easily make judgments, but in art, everyone has a different understanding. Even if you become a master, you cannot easily deny others. You can only answer some truth. Mian Feng then believed that Wen Qi was not talking to him nonsense, and he had a better attitude towards him.

Naturally, Wen Qi could not be blind all the time. After a few days, he passed on what he heard from his teacher to Mian Feng.

Mianfeng is incredible: "You are crazy, tell me this?"

"What's the matter," Wen Qi said with a relaxed look. "I know that Mr. Li and the teacher you invited are deadly opponents, but we are not, at most, competitors. Communication can make people progress, and you don't think people who are engaged in art are very Are they lonely? They are different from most people in the world and can clearly feel it. Few people can walk into their souls. "

Mian Fengwei: "... this is true."

Wen Qidao: "Besides, I don't remember Xia Lingxuan at all, don't care about winning or losing, I just said that I just wanted to anger you."

Mian Feng jumped from her feelings for the artist to the stress response, and suddenly looked at him: "What did you say?"

"I don't remember him, it doesn't matter if I win or lose, just do my best," Wen Qi looked at him, and asked with interest. "Actually, I'm curious. Xia Lingxuan has a cold face every day. What do you like about him? Didn't you think? Have you ever been in a photo relationship with him? "

Mian Feng was speechless by the "photograph", but it was too late to ask, "I don't remember?"

Wen Qi asked, "Why else do you think I would agree to the gamble?"

Cotton Maple thought so too.

Before changing to this, this talent will not let go.

Wen Qi said: "I can't figure out why I liked Xia Lingxuan before, and I can't stand it with such a cold person for a lifetime ... Oh, ring the bell, you go to class, I go home."

Mian Feng looked at his back, and did not move for a moment.

After this day, Mian Feng's attitude towards him eased up, and he also shared with him what he taught.

Seeing this, Wen Qi intentionally deepened each other's friendship, and said a lot of interesting things, including the strange rumors heard in previous lives.

He is different from the original owner, and has a strong personality charm. Mian Feng, a master who is not ignorant of the world, can't resist it. He is getting closer to him, making the crowds surrounded by confusion, and he does n’t understand why the two people who should have been killed also called brothers and brothers. Isn't it scientific?

"There is only one month left to compete," Wen Qi said. "It's time to concentrate on preparing the work. I won't come to you, so as not to confuse your thoughts and you cheer."

Mianfeng said: "You also cheer."

The two sat on the benches in the small square, Wen Qi stood up and looked back at him before leaving, with a little hesitation on his face: "If I lose, I can dissolve the contract with Xia Lingxuan and be single. We ... "

He paused slightly and didn't continue to say, the utterance and his deep eyes stopped, the atmosphere was a little ambiguous. Mian Feng did not know why his heart was beating twice, knowing that it was time to end the topic, but he didn't move. He only asked the man hesitantly, "Can we still be friends? I feel very attached to you."

Mianfeng didn't realize it was this, and she didn't take it easy: "When, of course."

Wen Qi immediately hugged him: "That's good, I'm still worried that when you chase Xia Lingxuan, my previous relationship with him will make you and me clear the line. You are really talented, even if I try my best Confidence can win you, but losing to you is my pleasure! "

Mian Feng was uncomfortable. Don't overdo it, and said, "You are also excellent. Come on."

Wen Qi responded, letting him go, and felt that the bedding had been completed. Even if he lost, there was a cotton maple top to stand in front of him, and others would not ridicule him. He could enjoy college life very cleanly.

He was so satisfied that he left the school yo-yo.

In the open-air cafe on the second floor of the library, Fu Xiao and Xi Hengjie sat near the railings. When they saw Xia Lingxuan on the opposite side, they slowly retracted their eyes and got into the house when they got up. It seems that sitting out for a while just to see Wen Qi.

"I said," Fu Xiao could not help but stop him, "how do I feel you have been watching him these days?"

Xia Lingxuan did not deny: "Yes."

Fu Xiao suddenly gossip: "Why? What did you talk about last time?"

Xia Lingxuan ignored him this time and left without looking back.

The remaining two sat without moving.

Fu Xiao guessed: "Did you say what happened to the two of them outside? Otherwise, Axuan didn't ask the person who tied Wen Qi, why did he ask him how he came back?"

"It's possible," Xi Hengjie glanced at him. "Don't you say that you want to try to talk from Wen Qi's mouth?"

"I didn't see him wanting a game, didn't you bother to disturb him?" Fu Xiao smiled. "But these days I'm very busy watching him. Let's start tomorrow."

After this day, however, someone will not come.

Wen Qi naturally did not know that Fu Xiao had made a big round in school in order to find him.

He concentrated in the studio, studying with the teacher seriously, obediently eating blunt supplements at home, and converging until he felt angry, and continued to discuss art with the master.

The master has no objection to his behavior of running for inspiration, but now that it is getting closer and closer to the competition, it is time to make sure that an idea is created, and how to discuss with someone for a long time, this person just doesn't know what to draw. The master has seen too many students, and knowing that he didn't think about it, he kept people in the studio for a day, even if he was doodle.

That night, the master pushed open the door, and saw that the canvas was covered with blue, dense, and layerless, and asked, "This is your work?"

Wen Qi nodded: "Teacher, do you see that?"

The master asked, "What?"

"Freedom, letting go of emotions," Wen Qi said, "how colorful ..."

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After listening, the master looked at him silently.

Wen Qi looked up, looking forward.

The two stared at each other for a while, and the master's head in the brain called the rational string "snapped", and went downstairs to find Wen's father and son sitting in the living room and told them that the student could not teach him because they didn't want to paint.

The news was like a thunderstorm.

Father Wen froze on the spot: "What? Xiao Qi, how serious he is, holding the album every day to see it."

The master believed his own judgment and said, "Anyway, I won't teach anymore, so please invite someone else."

When he finished speaking, he had to go out. Wen ’s father and elder brother saw him resolutely, but Wen Qi did n’t chase downstairs. He did n’t know what was going on. He could only send people away. His new work.

The two were silent for a moment: "... what is this?"

Wen Qi solemnly said, "This is the wind of freedom. I think the wind is blue!"

Father Wen: "..."

Brother: "..."

They seemed to understand why the master had left.

Father Wen coughed, and pulled out his son's previous work from the studio: "Let me see, isn't this better? Let's draw something like this."

Wen Qidao: "No, I will take this contest."

The elder brother looked at him twice and felt that no matter how little his brother could be two hundred and fifty, he asked, "Little prayer, are you honest, are you not planning to win?"

Wen Qi met his gaze and smiled: "Oh, so obvious?"

Father Wen: "..."

Brother: "..."

That night, the Wen family mansion fry.

The third uncle rushed after receiving a call from the master, and when he came in, he learned that his nephew wanted to lose, and his eyes were dark: "What ?!"

Wen Qi sat on the chair and looked at the people around him, with a reasonable and reasonable reason: "I think that since I escaped marriage, I just don't like Xia Lingxuan, I have to follow my heart!"

"Fart!" Grandpa Wen said angrily. "You don't remember him, how can you know you don't like him?"

"That's the point," Wen Qi said, "I felt I might pretend to like him very much for your peace of mind, but I really hate him, otherwise why would anyone remember it, but ca n’t remember him?

Grandpa Wen slaps the table angrily: "Waffle!"

Wen Qi blinked innocently: "Everything is subject to evidence. Do you have any evidence to prove that I am bullshit? Have I written a love letter to Xia Lingxuan before?"

Grandpa Wen looked at his father.

Father Wen thought for a while and shook his head: "Should not."

Wen Qi asked, "Did I confess to Xia Lingxuan?"

Father Wen shook his head again.

Wen Qi said: "Did I meet with him?"

This time, without the answer of Wen's father, several people here shook their heads.

"So why do you think I like him?" Wen Qi stood up distressed. "The organization is right, people must be skeptical of everything. I tell you I will never be a stupid little lamb again!"

He said to leave them and go back to the bedroom with a stun.

The study was dead for a moment, and then Uncle San asked: "What does he mean by the organization?"

A few people from Father Wen: "..."

Probably the people in the Wen family were discussing the countermeasures. Until Wen Qi fell asleep, they didn't see them knocking on the door.

He was very satisfied with it, lay down on the soft and comfortable bed, and soon fell asleep.

Suddenly he seemed to hear a very slight "click" sound, and after a second, the instinctual response imprinted deep in his soul instantly connected his consciousness. He opened his eyes sharply, and saw a dark shadow between the light and flint, and immediately sat up.

But the comer was faster than him. He didn't wait for him to get out of bed and pressed him hard. At the same time, he turned on the bedside lamp. Wen Qi was pierced with narrowed eyes and quickly saw the people above. This man looks handsome, has a strong aura, and smiles very softly. It is Zhuo Wangcai.

Mr. Zhuo held out his index finger and held his lips: "Don't yell, otherwise I'll be polite to you."

Wen Qi tried to shrink back, asking vigilantly, "You ... who are you?"

He was very fortunate. He was afraid that this **** would come in the middle of the night. He even wore a voice changer to sleep, and it should not be exposed. But Wen's guard is not bad, this man can really sneak in, and his strength is good.

Before he thought about it, the person in front of him suddenly touched his neck, accurately found the voice changer, and tore it off.

Wen Qi: "..."

Mr. Zhuo threw the voice changer and laughed, "Come on, baby, please ask the question again."