LRAB Chapter 319
Chapter 319
The lawn after eight o'clock in the evening.
The evening breeze is very gentle, and people are also very gentle.
Zhou Jiangnan rested his chin on Zhao Wanwan's forehead, hugged her quietly, smelled the fragrance of her hair and didn't say anything.
In such a quiet moment, some words don't need to be said, just do it with your hands.
Zhao Wanwan never hoped that he was a gentleman, but when his hand climbed up along the stockings, she was still very nervous.
"Zhou Zhou, I'm scared."
"What are you afraid of, I won't eat you."
Zhou Jiangnan was unmoved, still envious of the fish in the abyss, and said with the usual routine of scumbags:
"I'll just touch it, I won't mess around."
Zhao Wanwan saw that his tone was firm, so she stopped refutation.
To a certain extent, after being convinced, she was more like a little wife who obeyed her husband than Fang Xin.
The stockings were very slippery, and flies would split their legs when they landed on them.
Zhou Jiangnan's hand slid into the absolute area with a little inappropriateness, and Zhao Wanwan trembled all over.
"Zhou Zhou, we will move to a new campus in a few months. I checked and found that our new campus is quite far from your new campus. It will take a long time to see you in the future."
"Can't we meet at the company?"
"That's not as convenient as being in the same campus. I always feel that you are far away from me."
Zhao Wanwan's eyelashes trembled. She felt that his hand was so hot. The heat penetrated the epidermis directly to the dermis, and then penetrated into the bone marrow, which made her feel uneasy.
She didn't know why, but she felt that Zhou Jiangnan seemed to like the flesh on her thighs very much. He had been rubbing it back and forth for a long time.
Gently twisting and drawing circles.
"So what do you want me to do?"
Zhou Jiangnan knew her little emotions very well.
Zhao Wanwan blushed and pressed down his hand that was about to go deeper.
"I don't want to be separated from you. I can't bear to leave you. I like to be by your side and want to see you every day."
"Hey, didn't you get annoyed when you saw boys before... I have discovered that you are the most clingy girl I have ever met."
"Is Fang Xin not clingy?"
"Not as clingy as you."
"When you are with me, can you please not talk about her?"
"You said it first."
"Oh."
Zhao Wanwan's hand slipped inside without her noticing, and her palm was so hot that she was about to explode.
People in the center of the lawn had already left.
At this moment, she and Zhou Jiangnan were the only ones here, so she was not too worried about being seen.
But if they sat on the ground outdoors for the first time, she would always feel uncomfortable in her heart, lacking some atmosphere and sense of ceremony.
Zhao Wanwan bit her lip, hugged his hand tightly, and stopped him from continuing to show off his fingertips' micro-manipulation skills, and her legs were also tightly together.
Zhou Jiangnan smiled silently, pulled his hand out and hugged it around his waist, and suddenly took her arm and fell backwards together.
Zhao Wanwan couldn't help but exclaim, but found herself falling into his arms.
With a strong chest and a strong manly aura, Zhou Zhou was more perfect than any other man in her eyes at this moment.
She simply adjusted her posture, lying comfortably in his arms, and holding his hands in her arms, her face full of happiness.
"Zhou Zhou, look at the stars in the sky shining, scattered casually in the Milky Way, does it look like a huge painting?"
"Well, it's not like, it's what it is. From ancient times to the present, no matter in China or abroad, many well-known painters want to paint this starry sky, but unfortunately, not to mention the shape and spirit, there are not many who can paint the artistic conception. It is really 'the world has infinite painters, but a piece of galaxy cannot be painted'."
Zhao Wanwan likes this kind of elegant Zhou Jiangnan the most, especially when he speaks beautiful words with his mouth and moves his hands randomly, with a strong sense of contrast.
This kind of gentle and bad look is the gentle scum she is obsessed with.
His hands were held in her arms, but he was not honest.
Zhao Wanwan let him go and continued to discuss the art of the starry sky.
"I think some people can draw it. Doesn't Van Gogh's "Starry Sky" draw the artistic conception of the moon and stars? The dark fields and quiet villages, under the light of the stars and the moon, create a mysterious artistic atmosphere..."
"So you like Impressionist Van Gogh?"
"Yes, what about you?"
"I also like Impressionism, but I like Monet more."
"Why?"
Zhao Wanwan thought Zhou Jiangnan was talking to her about profound art topics, and was even happy that he actually had knowledge of this aspect, so she waited for his answer with expectation.
But Zhou Jiangnan made her understand what innocence was in the next second.
"Monet's works are famous for their unique use of light and shadow and color. He is best at dealing with shadows and contour lines, and his brushstrokes are full of warmth..."
Zhao Benben was so fascinated that he didn't even notice that there was an extra hand in his white JK clothes.
Zhou Jiangnan said as he felt the's shape changes, truly touching the temperature of art.
Benben is always Benben in front of him.
At a certain moment, she suddenly asked: "Wait a minute, aren't you saying you are paying tribute to Monet? How can you be so distracted and touch things with your hands?"
"Yes, I am paying tribute to Monet."
Zhao Wanwan suddenly realized that the Monet they were talking about was not the same Monet.
One is a noun, and the other is a verb.
Zhou Zhou, who plays with homophonic puns, is the worst, a little turtle in the Milky Way who rubs the starlight wantonly.
"Well, through this tribute, I have a deeper understanding of the outline of light and shadow. The temperature of art is really warm..."
"That's my body temperature!"
"It doesn't matter. It's just the embodiment of art. You should not be limited to impressionism, let alone abstraction. We appreciate art to increase our aesthetic ability... Just like me, I feel the warmth of art and think you are beautiful in my eyes at this moment."
This is what a scumbag is like. He is handsome, speaks well, and is fucking rich.
Zhao Wanwan really likes him.
What "I will never like someone like you in my life"?
Go to hell.
The bullets fired when I was young would not hit my eyebrows as long as I tilted my head like Comrade Trump.
Zhao Wanwan is just stupid in front of Zhou Jiangnan, which does not mean that she will not move around.
She took back this sentence and threw it into the trash can a long time ago.
"I like people like Zhou Jiangnan in my life."
She simply closed her eyes and paid tribute to Monet with him, feeling the warmth of art together.
The night sky was as cool as water, lying down to watch the Altair and Vega.
In a few years, will people remember that there were two stars holding hands lying on the lawn of Lin'an University?
...
This tribute lasted for a long time.
Zhao Wanwan felt that she was melted by the warmth of art, with the Milky Way in the sky and spring water in her eyes.
"Zhou Zhou, I love you so much."
She turned over and blocked his mouth. Anyway, it was already dark, and no one could see her and Zhou Jiangnan's faces clearly with the street lights.
So the tribute changed from a small scale to a large scale.
Zhou Jiangnan really likes pleated skirts, which is the most practical art.
"Stupid, go get a driver's license. I'll give you a car. Come find me when you miss me."
"Okay, if you don't leave me, I'll be with you through thick and thin."
"That's really a bit of a middle school kid."
Zhou Jiangnan ruffled her ponytail and tried his best to control his desire. Now was not the right time.
He hugged her and said a lot of things.
For example, the most immature memories of high school.
And that original fantasy.
Zhao Wanwan held his moving hands, feeling so sweet that she almost fainted.
Love tastes so sweet.