1那天,他不过是抱着书迎面走来,灰套衫里翻出白衬衫衣领,清清瘦瘦,并不抢眼。不知为什么,我停下脚步,回头多看了一眼他的背影。第一堂素描课要选人做模特,让全班同学画。老师翻开名册,随意念了一个名字——杨晨希。午后的画室,柔和充足的光线从窗外扑进来。教室角落有一个男生站起来,阳光从他的侧面勾出好看的身影。他走上讲台,在老师指定的位置坐下,有些拘谨地笑笑,目光不知往 1 That day, he just walked in front of the holding book, gray pull out the white shirt shirt collar, clear and thin, not eye-catching. I do not know why, I stopped, looked back at his back. The first sketch class to elect people to make models, so that the class students draw. The teacher opened the roster, read a name casually - Yang Chen Xi. Afternoon studio, soft enough light flew in from the window. There is a guy in the corner of the classroom to stand up, the sun hooked from his side look good figure. He walked onto the podium, sat down in the teacher’s designated position, some cautious smile, eyes do not know to go