"cough!"
At this time, the old lady suddenly coughed.
Only then did Yu Xian hear the noise and turned his head.
She didn't recognize the old lady at the door, but judging from her clothes, she didn't look like a teacher.
The teachers at the Academy of Fine Arts are very good at dressing up. They are artists of color themselves, and they are not short of money. They know how to match colors to show their unique personality and elegant taste.
The old lady's outfit, dressed entirely in a gray suit, is a bit too down-to-earth.
"Hello."
Yu Xian asked: "What's the matter?"
"Who let you in?"
The old lady asked questions when she opened her mouth, and her tone was not very kind.
He looked at Yu Xian with stern eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed deep in his eyes. Guangmei has always had no shortage of beauties, but the girl in front of him seemed to be at the top among the most beautiful students in history.
Yu Xian was thinking in his heart, this old lady sounded so fierce, as if everyone in the world owed her money.
But seeing that she was older, Yu Xian didn't care. Instead, he explained: "I saw that the door of the center was unlocked, so I came in to practice sketching."
"oh."
The old lady responded with a dull face. Seeing that Yu Xian was still writing, she couldn't help but said: "Go back early and don't come here next time. Don't you need money for the electricity bill with the lights on and the loss of teaching materials?"
"
"Loss of teaching materials?"
Yu Xian couldn't help but said: "I have already paid my tuition, and I also pay my electricity bill every month."
"Hmph~"
The old lady snorted coldly: "That's only the cost of your classes and the cost of electricity in the dormitory, but it doesn't include the cost of secretly coming to the art center to practice painting!"
"secretly?"
Yu Xian has never seen such an unreasonable old lady.
This is like not being allowed to play basketball on the playground in college because it will easily cause the basketball frame to age;
You are also not allowed to run on the playground, as it can easily cause wear and tear on the plastic track.
And the word "secretly" is used, which sounds like he is deliberately looking for trouble.
Yu Xian is not someone who lets others bully her. She gave all her gentleness to Chen Zhu, but that doesn't mean that this girl from Sichuan and Chongqing has no temper.
"If you don't let me come over, won't I come over?"
Yu Xian raised his head and raised his chin: "I have to come here to see what you can do to me?"
After saying that, Yu Xian turned around and continued painting, not wanting to deal with this arrogant and domineering old lady again.
Seeing that this little girl really left her back to herself, the old lady didn't react at all.
After all these years, it seems like no one has ever had this attitude towards me.
Let alone in Guangmei.
"Pa~"
The old lady seemed so angry that she actually turned off the lights in the painting center.
Suddenly, the surroundings fell into darkness.
The laughter of students came from downstairs, as well as the never-ending croaking of frogs in the summer grass, mixed together to form a unique sound on the university campus.
"Deng Deng Deng~"
Yu Xian stood up, walked over without saying a word, and turned on the light again with a snap.
The brightness returned to the center, and she sat back in front of the drawing board and just picked up the pencil.
There was a "pop" sound, and the old lady turned off the light in the center again.
Yu Xian walked over angrily again and turned on the light again.
"Pa~"
Locked up again.
"Crack!"
Yu Xian opened it again.
"Pa~"
"Crack!"
…
Neither of them spoke, but neither seemed convinced by the other. If you turned it off, I would turn it on, and if you turned it on, I would turn it off.
As a result, the lamp couldn't stand the teasing of the old and the young at first.
When Yu Xian turned on the light again, he only heard a "squeak" sound, and the electric tube flickered on and off, then suddenly went out completely.
"That's good now."
The old lady couldn't help stroking her hands and smiling: "You damaged school property. Which class are you in? I want to report it to your class teacher!"
"What's the rush!"
Yu Xian refused to let the old lady get her wish, and said disdainfully: "Can't I just fix it? There is a tool shop downstairs, you wait here!"
After saying that, Yu Xian ran out quickly.
In the quiet and dark art gallery, the old lady was suddenly the only one left. She shook her head secretly: "She said she asked me to wait, but actually she ran away because she was afraid of taking responsibility. The quality of the students in the Academy of Fine Arts nowadays is really poor.
Every year is getting worse..."
She took out her mobile phone, put it close to her face with reading glasses, and finally found a number and dialed: "Little boy."
The call was quickly answered, and a middle-aged female voice was polite and respectful: "Teacher Guan, haven't you rested at this late hour?"
"Well, I'm..."
The old lady was about to arrange for someone to come over for repairs when she suddenly heard the sound of "dong dong dong" footsteps coming from the stairs.
She was stunned for a moment, then said: "I have something to do now, please call back later."
Just after hanging up the phone, Yu Xian appeared at the door with a light tube in his hand.
Did she really go buy new light bulbs?
The old lady was a little shocked, but she mocked: "I thought you ran away!"
"Didn't you threaten to tell my head teacher?"
Yu Xian also retorted: "I definitely don't dare to run."
"Not only do I have to tell your class teacher, I also call the police and arrest you!"
The old lady continued to speak fiercely.
"Goose goose..."
Yu Xian suddenly laughed twice. She was a little angry at the old lady for being unreasonable and domineering at first, but now she thinks she is quite cute.
Next, Yu Xian turned off the electric switch and moved a table over. These skillful actions showed that she often did this at home.
The old lady watched silently as Yu Xian wiped off his sleeves, bit the rubber band in his mouth, and tied his loose long hair into a bun.
From the looks of it, it seemed like she was really planning to replace the light tube herself.
But before climbing up, Yu Xian suddenly remembered something and carefully took off the bracelets on his wrists and gently put them aside.
"Ho!"
The old lady said sarcastically: "Is this bracelet worth a lot of money? Hundreds of thousands or millions?"
"It's not worth it. I bought it from a stall on South Street for 5 yuan!"
Yu Xian's voice suddenly became softer: "But, my boyfriend gave it to me."
In the darkness, the corners of the old lady's mouth moved, and she remained silent for a rare moment.
When Yu Xian climbed onto the table, the old lady slowly took a few steps closer and stretched out her hand to support the table.
It was obviously an act of concern, but she said in her mouth: "You have to be careful. It doesn't matter if you fall, but don't hit me."
"Don't worry!"
Yu Xian rolled his eyes: "You stand on the right side. When I fall, I must fall to the left. That's okay."
"That's pretty much it!"
Although the old lady said this, she secretly used her hands to steady herself.
After a while, I heard a "click" sound and the new light tube was installed.
Yu Xian turned on the switch and tried it. The brightness was exactly the same as before.
She moved the table back, put on the 5-yuan glass bracelet again, clapped her hands and said, "It's fixed, I'm going back to the dormitory!"
"Good morning, come back soon!"
The old lady returned to her arrogant face: "It took me so long, otherwise I would have gone back to bed."
"Who are you……"
Yu Xian misunderstood what the old lady meant: "Are you the aunt in charge of locking the doors of the art museum?"
The old lady was startled, and then said with a stern face: "What else? You should leave quickly, there are quite a lot of people talking, I'm going to lock the door!"
"Let's go now~"
Yu Xianxin said that she never wanted to meet this unreasonable old lady again, and by the way, she took off the drawing paper she had just practiced on and threw it into the wastebasket.
After leaving the painting center, Yu Xian took out his mobile phone and subconsciously called Chen Zhu.
"Director Chen, let me tell you, I just met a very domineering lady who locked the door at the painting center..."
Yu Baobao was nagging and telling Chen Zhu what happened tonight, just as she usually likes to share every bit of her life with Chen Zhu.
At the window of the art center upstairs, the old lady watched Yu Xian's figure getting further and further away. She suddenly walked back to the wastebasket and picked up a few pieces of drawing paper that Yu Xian had thrown away.
He spread it out bit by bit under the light, and couldn't help but frown: "The painting is so ugly?"
After looking at it for a while, he nodded reluctantly: "It's quite spiritual."
But when I looked closer, I saw that there was a faint pencil mark on the name in the upper right corner of the page. It seemed that it had been written and then erased with an eraser.
Written by Chen.
"Is that girl named Chen Zhu just now?"
The old lady thought to herself.
"Dingling bell~"
Suddenly, the phone rang.
It was the same middle-aged female voice just now: "Teacher Guan, what did you give me just now?"
"Little boy."
The old lady answered the phone, held up the drawing paper to the light and asked, "Please check for me. Is there a girl named [Chen Zhu] among the freshmen at the Academy of Fine Arts this year?"
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Chapter completed!