Fu Suling came out of the bathroom and saw Shi Wu standing by the wall looking at his painting.
What she was looking at now was an ink painting that Fu Suling had painted three years ago.
There is a small boat in the lower right corner, and a little boy is rowing hard. He is heading towards a mountain in the distance. The mountain is very tall, and the sun is hanging halfway up the mountain, casting the shadow of the mountain on the lake. The shadow looks like a palm.
"It's just a casual drawing. It doesn't look good." Fu Suling appeared beside her, and his face darkened again when he looked at the painting.
Every time he had an attack, he would draw a picture to describe his mood at the time.
In fact, he has many more paintings like this, but the others are much darker than this one, and he hid them all in a secret room.
"I think it's very beautiful, and I think this little boy will definitely climb to the top of the mountain."
Fu Suling was slightly startled when he heard her words.
"Do you think he can climb to the top of the mountain? He is so small, he may not be able to climb up in his entire life..." Fu Suling frowned.
"Of course, life is long. This mountain is there anyway and it won't grow any bigger. There's always a way to climb it."
After she said this, she held him tightly with her warm hands.
This was the first time the two held hands, and Fu Suling felt unprecedented warmth.
The slight haze in my heart was instantly dispelled.
Wednesday.
He has an open class at school today.
He was originally a bit self-contained and never accepted invitations to open classes.
But now it's different.
He and Shi Wu confirmed their relationship. He had given Shi Wu a ride in his supercar several times before and had heard some rumors.
He didn't want others to say that his girlfriend was materialistic, nor did he want to be labeled a "rich second generation" by his classmates who didn't understand the situation.
He came to this open class to clear his name.
He is not a second-generation rich, he is clearly a first-generation rich, okay?
After all, he is an artist with hundreds of thousands of fans, so this open class was full of people. There were no seats left in the back, but many students still came in and filled the steps.
Shi Wu, who was in the audience, held up a camera and recorded all of Fu Suling's highlights.
In the corner.
Tao Shuxue stood behind the crowd, looking at Fu Suling on the podium through a gap.
The sketch he completed in a few minutes won applause from the whole audience, and a rare smile appeared on his face.
Looking more closely, he saw that his smile was directed at Shi Wu.
"It's so sweet, it's killing me!"
Guoguo was holding up her camera and taking pictures frantically, while admiring Fu Suling's painting skills.
The last ten minutes of the open class were for questions, and the class immediately became lively.
"Teacher, how old were you when you started painting?" a classmate asked.
The corners of Fu Suling's lips gradually turned downwards, and some painful memories seemed to come to his mind.
He quickly looked at Shi Wu, and when he saw Shi Wu giving him a thumbs up of encouragement, he quickly regained his composure.
"Five."
There was a sudden burst of "Wow" from the audience.
Then another student asked: "Teacher, when you were a child, were you beaten for not drawing well?"
This question caused a lot of laughter in the audience.
To others, this was just a joke, but to Fu Suling, it really happened.
He was beaten into coma because he didn't win the award.
He didn't get a ranking because he didn't eat breakfast before the competition and fell into a coma due to hypoglycemia.
But his mother didn't ask the reason. After receiving a call from the teacher saying that Fu Suling did not win the award, she picked up the drawing board next to her and hit him hard on the head.
The painful memories were like a needle piercing back and forth in his temple, causing it to throb.
After a brief silence, Fu Suling smiled again and said, "Not only was I beaten when I was a child, I still get beaten often now."
"When I was little, my mother beat me for not drawing well. Now, my girlfriend also beats me if I don't listen to her."
"Hahaha!"
The students in the audience burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.
Tao Shuxue in the corner clenched her fists tightly.
"impossible……"
"The things that happened during my childhood are Fu Suling's Achilles' heel..."
"No one can mention it."
She couldn't believe that Fu Suling said it in such an easy way.
In her previous life, she accidentally entered his secret room, and after seeing the dark works he painted, she went to question him.
That was the first time Fu Suling got angry at her, like a madman.
After that, every time his family or childhood was mentioned, Fu Suling would instantly become like a tyrant, a completely different person.
Tao Shuxue couldn't stand his sudden rage, so she insisted on getting an answer, asking him over and over again why he was so angry.
Fu Suling finally told everything he had experienced.
When Tao Shuxue learned that his mother was in a mental hospital, she was horrified and began to avoid Fu Suling intentionally or unintentionally from then on.
But she couldn't let go of his money. On the one hand, she accepted his money with peace of mind, but on the other hand, she despised his past and his crazy mother...
"Shuxue?"
Guoguo called her several times, but found that Tao Shuxue didn't respond at all, so she reached out and gently pushed her arm.
"Huh?" Tao Shuxue came to her senses and realized that the open class had ended and the classmates had left the classroom one after another.
At this time, Fu Suling was hugging Shi Wu's waist and walking towards the door.
"Look at this photo I took. It's so handsome." Shi Wu lowered his head and was admiring the photo he had just taken with the camera.
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