The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 431 Fanwai: Caught the daughter and son-in-law who climbed the wall

   Both of them stopped at each other.

   The dean of teaching enthusiastically introduced the "new teacher" to Ji's mother.

   "Ooh."

   Ji Ningan thought, the car overturned.

   "Teacher Shi?"

   Mother Ji was silent for a long time, looking at Shi Jingnian and Ji Ning'an hiding behind him.

   "Mom." Shi Jingnian was straightforward and frank, called out, and didn't hide it.

Dean:? ? !

   He scratched his ears stiffly, looked at them in horror, his voice difficult.

   "Mr. Zhuang, don't you have only one daughter? When will you have another... son?"

   "This is my son-in-law."

   Ji's mother knew what was going on when they saw them. Eighty percent of the time, Ji Ning'an couldn't beat Ji Ning'an, so she could only play around with her. She picked up Ji Ning'an's school uniform collar and smiled, "This is my daughter."

   "Ms. Zhuang." Ji Ning'an struggled, "Please save some face for your daughter outside."

Dean:"……"

   He looked at the three people in front of him, messy in the wind, fixed on the girl's school uniform, and smiled dryly: "Mr. Zhuang, it's quite open hahaha."

   Mother Ji said goodbye to the dean, and led them to the office angrily.

   "Come to No. 1 Middle School and tell me directly, as for being so sneaky!"

   Ji Ning'an complained very aggrieved: "It's all Shi Jingnian who wants to pursue excitement, and I don't want to either."

   Shi Jingnian glanced at her, neither salty nor bland: "Well, it's me."

   Ji's mother rolled her eyes, thinking with her toes, she knew that Ji Ning'an was the first to complain.

   "Okay, let's have lunch in the classroom cafeteria at noon."

   "Okay!" Ji Ning'an made a face, holding Shi Jingnian's hand.

   There is the noise of students coming from classrooms, piles of books, messy desks and chairs can be seen everywhere, youth is noisy and flamboyant.

   Ji's mother still has class, so the two of them walked the campus of No. 1 Middle School openly and honestly. During the period, they also met several teachers they knew and greeted them warmly.

   One middle school is out of province one, this little girl is their golden sign.

   Ji Ning'an generously introduced Shijing Nian to them.

   Shi Jingnian is humble and courteous, with a cold and peaceful attitude.

   Teacher looked at the two people standing together and couldn't help feeling: "In a blink of an eye, they grew up and got married."

After    separated from the teacher, Ji Ningan held back a smile and asked him: "Professor Shi, did you break the rules in high school?"

"No."

Too.

   People like Shi Jingnian are the rules themselves.

   She took his hand seriously: "Well, I announce that you are breaking the rules now."

   Shi Jingnian smiled like a smile: "Climbing over the wall is nothing, right?"

"Um?"

   He pushed her to the corner, leaned over and kissed her: "Puppy love only counts."

   When Ji Ning'an came out, her face was a little red and her lips were red.

  The girl told him a lot of things during high school, and persistently asked him if there was anything special in high school.

   Shi Jingnian told the truth: "The first year of high school was recommended to go abroad, but I didn't get on very much."

  “…”

   "You stop talking!"

   Ji Ning'an can actually imagine what he looked like in high school.

  The young man is handsome, and he is cold and out of the dust. He wears a white shirt and walks through the teaching building at dusk. He rides a bicycle through every street. He is clean and elegant, excellent and self-disciplined.

   She was still young at that time, maybe she came out of the cram school one afternoon and passed him by.

  …

  『Little Diary』

   In fact, during those two and a half years of strangeness, it was not that there was no contact at all.

   Ji Ning'an called him the only time.

   was called from a phone booth.

   It was the snowy night in February, and it was also her birthday. She had a big fight with her mother and ran out crying, but she didn’t know where to go.

   The snow swirled and drowned people.

   She took shelter from the snow in the phone booth, and instinctively called him while crying.

   The numbers are well-known by heart.

   Every word is pressed down, it is the throbbing of the past.

   Fingertips were red and shivering.

   He was connected.

say hello.

The sound of    sounded in the silence, piercing the far distance.

   Familiar but unfamiliar, as clear as ever, with a cold and unfamiliar tone.

  She held the phone, so busy, not speaking.

   didn't know what to say at all.

   I don't know why I want to call him.

   Emotions accumulated in my heart for a long time, almost crushing people on this snowy night.

   The repressed cries were choked and shattered, annihilated in the whistling snow, and the telephone line clearly fell into Shi Jingnian's ears.

   The hand holding the phone suddenly stopped.

   The call was quiet for a long time, and no one hung up.

  Be quiet until you can hear each other's breathing clearly, and it's so long that only the girl's cry is left.

   Shi Jingnian said that he asked her if he was interested in the works of the Renaissance at the exhibition of works collected by the Western art genre in five hundred years?

The tone of    is so peaceful and peaceful, like chatting with friends.

   Ji Ning'an didn't answer him right away.

   he continued.

   "Classicism? Impressionism?"

  The man was pacing in the exhibition, stopping in front of a painting, with a thin smile on his thin lips: "What do you think of the Baroque DieAmazonenschlacht?"

   When he speaks German, he has a very special taste, his voice is low and husky, which makes people quiet.

   Ji Ning'an has also been to the Western Five Hundred Years Art Exhibition, and has admired paintings of different genres several times. At this moment, in the silent atmosphere, he sniffs and can't help but say.

   "The art of Rubens focuses on the expression of vitality and emotion..."

   The little girl's voice was hoarse, she had just cried a lot, and now the nasal voice has not calmed down.

   "Compared to the delicacy of the Renaissance paintings, I like all the super dynamic and the color expression of the battle of Amaron in his paintings..."

  Some researchers think that.

   This painting is Rubens influenced by a copy of Leonardo da Vinci's "Battle of Angali" or Titian's "Battle of Kaidore".

   But Ji Ning'an has a unique artistic style throughout the whole painting.

   Shi Jingnian said with a smile, his tone was low and mellow, like the comfort of a rainy day.

  “L\'Eretion de la Croix…”

   Ji Ning'an was fortunate enough to see the whole picture of the triptych with the cross erected, and was slowly aroused by his words.

  The response has also become more and more, speaking freely about the five hundred years of the West, forgetting the sadness and anger for a while.

   They are separated by a phone call, a long distance, can't see each other's faces, can only hear each other's voices.

  From the Renaissance to Realism, Impressionism and Post-Impressionism, and to the documentary behind famous works, such as a brief history of Impressionism.

   He and she have the same love for art, have the same ideas, but also have different differences. The Chengdu is just right, so that they can talk without any obstacles, and don’t worry about whether the other party will not understand their ideas.

   has never been so, unbridled and enjoyed.

  When the night is quiet, I walk through every area of ​​the exhibition, stop and admire for a long time, the back is cold and arrogant, and it is fascinating to explore.

   Ji Ning'an stood in the red phone booth, holding the phone in one hand, her fingers were freezing and she didn't notice it.

   The brown eyes reflected the unstoppable snowstorm outside the pavilion, the tears on his face gradually dried up, and all the choked and aggrieved emotions fell into a strange calm.

  This call was busy for three hours.

at last.

   he said to her.

"Happy birthday."

   That year, Ji Ning'an was twenty-one years old.

   His three-hour words made her firm in her choice and dream.

  Snow is still falling.

  …

  "Lingling first acquaintance"

   In the late summer and early autumn that year, it was still a little green, and there was still the smell of summer in the wind.

   They just met each other not long ago.

   He came to visit his father as promised.

   (end of this chapter)