flashy

Chapter 6

?I am not the only one living in the teacher's dormitory. On the day I came, my roommate hadn't come yet, but it should be coming today because school starts tomorrow.

Sure enough, in the early hours of the morning, my roommate hurried back. He was always dressed very stylishly. He liked to wear plaid shirts and baggy trousers.

He came back with the wind, carrying a luggage bag in his hand, and as soon as he entered the room, he picked up the cool white open on the table and drank it violently.

I told him to drink slowly, be careful of cold stomach and diarrhea.

Lu Guang still drank heavily, and after drinking a cup, he immediately took off his fat bloomers, and the black underwear wrapped around his still upturned butt, I bowed my head in embarrassment and continued to prepare for the lesson.

"Tao Yan, lend me some soap, I didn't bring it!" Lu Guang yelled in the bathroom.

I went back: "You use it."

Then, he stopped talking, and the sound of taking a shower came from the bathroom again.

Lu Guang is two years younger than me. He teaches art to children. He said he wants to be an artist, so his clothes are always nondescript, but he explained that this is the most fashionable dress. I don’t know fashion, so I can only think that This is fashionable.

Although he is dressed in a strange shape, but fortunately he is handsome. Many single women in the school like him very much, and he has received many love letters.

He always took a shower very quickly, and after a while, his wet hair came out. I sighed, took a dry towel, and waved to him.

Lu Guang came over very obediently, still only wearing a pair of underwear, he is always too casual, I want to talk about him, but he is a man, it would be wrong to talk about it, so I can only let him go.

He sat down on my bed, picked up the book I had just read, and casually flipped through a few pages.

I covered his head with a towel, rubbed it vigorously, and chatted with him while drying his hair.

"What are you doing during the winter vacation?"

Lu Guang flipped through a few more pages, "Besides staying at home during the Chinese New Year, I went out to sketch and drew a lot of pictures."

"That's not very good." I touched his hair with my hand, it was still very wet.

"Oh..." He seemed very unhappy, "But no one understands me. I have painted so many paintings, and no one understands me."

This is his favorite painting. The artist seems to be quite difficult to understand. I also don't understand what he painted and what meaning he wants to express. I don't understand at all.

I reached for the comb he put on the table and combed his hair, "Someone will understand you, don't worry."

Suddenly, he turned around, held my face in his hands and shook it, and said with a smile, "Why do you always say that?"