NovelEnglishI secretly gave Winston a big thumbs up. He was quite perceptive at such a young age. He stopped laughing and walked forward. "Let's go. It's in college. I believe you'll like it." I pouted. Winston said it as if that place was tailor-made for me. What if I disliked it? Could he destroy it and start over? Most boys didn't think deeply before saying something. Mature men were better. At the very least, they were more steady and reliable.
Anyway, there wouldn't be any man better than Colin in this world.
If Winston hadn't led the way, I wouldn't have known the college had such a quiet and mysterious paradise.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was an old campus I had never visited. There was a large courtyard with a row of three-story buildings built slightly back.
Peach trees had been planted in a broad space in front of the yard. The fruits were ripe and densely packed. They were so red that I wanted to eat them. Their fruity fragrance was overflowing.
Perhaps no one took care of this place. Sripe fruit had dropped on the ground. Several birds landed on it and focused on it so much that they didn't fly away even when we arrived.
The scenery wasn't particularly stunning, but everything was simple and natural.
I'd been drawing since I was a child. Dad and Mom taughtto appreciate and cherish the beautiful things in life. Despite the obvious artificial traces, the scenery in front ofhad an otherworldly style of a city encased in reinforced concrete that appealed to my artistic sense.
"It's so beautiful here. I like it." I raised my eyebrow and told Winston, "You're awesfor finding this." He chuckled proudly again. Then, he took the initiative to open a door and strode inside. "I knew you'd like it. Please cin. You'll find something more interesting inside." I followed him with curiosity. It wasn't until he stopped that I realized he surprised me.
It was a house with a unique structure. It was three entire glass walls from top to bottom and a fourth side connecting to the first floor. Several large miniature trees were neatly set in the deep and wide space.
There was also light golden flooring and light green drapes hanging on the windows, lifted by milky white hooks. The window was open. A slight breeze blew the drapes, allowing sunlight to shine in. The drapes were enchanting, moving like a graceful woman. The sky was blue with dense clouds. The room was bright, like a fairyland.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat surprisedmore was the enormous desk positioned against the wall. There were all kinds of brushes, paints, papers, palettes, and other painting instruments and materials. The most attractive thing was a blue paperweight with green flowers. No matter the pattern or color, it drew my attention.
I couldn't move my eyes away for a long time.
"How's it? Not bad, right?" Winston crossed his arms proudly as if showing off a new gto his friends. He appeared a little cute.
I chuckled, squinted at him, and said teasingly, "I like it, but it's hard forto imagine a boy decorating such a dreamy place."
He rubbed his head in embarrassment but said sincerely, "Luna, you can chere to paint. You're Professor King's favorite student and everyone's favorite teaching assistant. "With you here, we can ask for your suggestions. We hope you can come. My friends are aware that I know you and have specifically askedto invite you."
Winston's words sounded nice. It turned out that he had ulterior m motives. That was why could meet him by chance in such a big college. Everything was deliberately arranged. It turned out that I was well-known in college. I had never noticed this before.
However, Professor King was indeed famous. As his student, it didn't seem strange forto be it beceye-catching. So, I chose not to refute Winston on this point.
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