In the late summer and early autumn season, the scene was still a lush green, dotted with touches of red.
A gentle breeze blew slowly.
Ziyi stared intently for a while, finally confident, and picked up her brush to start painting.
...
The surroundings were very quiet, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the grass.
All the students were focused on their paintings.
But by four or five in the afternoon, the weather suddenly changed.
The wind howled, and the rain poured down without any warning.
"Quickly, quickly!" The teacher was startled by the sudden downpour and hurriedly shouted, "Quickly pack up the easels, find a place to take shelter from the rain, don't rush down the mountain, and be careful not to slip!"
No need to say more, the students began packing up their things, all with grim looks on their faces.
Ji Siyu carefully rolled up her paper and put it into a tube, complaining softly, "Damn it, my painting is getting soaked."
