the other half of the orange

You Zhao was woken up by the wake-up service, the phone by the bed kept ringing, one after another tirelessly urged to check out.

The headache felt like it was going to explode, stronger than any hangover I've ever had.He struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was a beautiful chandelier, and when he looked around, he saw strange decorations.

You Zhao sat up slowly, his stomach was churning violently, he bit his lips tightly, resisting the urge to vomit, his face was very pale.

On the right is the transparent bathroom, bypassing the bathtub, he walked forward quickly, lifted the toilet lid and vomited.Hangovers kill people, and now they have realized the horror of mixed wine. How can a dozen of snow beers compare to this?

Fake alcohol harms people.

After finally emptying out the contents of his stomach, he stood up tremblingly holding the toilet, walked to the sink to wash his face with water, and rinsed the dirt around his mouth.

One night, with a single thought, he turned himself into a human and ghost, and let himself go in a place where no one was watching. Tang Heqian knew this, and he had to write a self-criticism of tens of thousands of words by his neck.

As soon as he thought of this person, You Zhao suddenly felt that something was wrong. In his impression, Tang Heqian's voice had just left. He clutched his stomach and picked up the phone from the bed. As soon as he opened the address book, all the memories that had been left behind Suddenly, it came like a tide.

You Zhao closed his eyes in embarrassment, a thousand words of mmp were not enough to express his mood at the moment.

The bedside phone rang tirelessly, and he simply extended the room for an extra day, put on crumpled clothes that smelled of alcohol, and went downstairs to pay the money.

The girl at the front desk introduced him to the paid service of the hotel-cleaning clothes without changing her face.You Zhao went back to the room to change his bathrobe in embarrassment, threw the dirty clothes into the laundry basket and hung them outside the door.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, his stomach was empty, and his body was tormented by hunger, but he couldn't go foraging in a bathrobe. After thinking about it, there were only a few oranges that he kicked off the carpet last night to fill his stomach up.

You Zhao squatted down, picked them up one by one, wiped them clean with the hem of his sleeves, and kissed them, mourning silently in his heart: I slept together in the same bed for one night, and I can only eat you in the end. I am so sorry.

He kneaded for a while, pinched his nails in the right place, and skillfully peeled off a few flaps of skin, stacking them on the table.

Fortunately, the oranges are sweet enough to satisfy your stomach for a while. You Zhao was bored, so he took out a utility knife and scratched on the orange peel.

Not long after, I received text messages from the teacher and Mo Enhe, concerned about his specific location, saying that the parents had notified the teacher.

You Zhao knew very well who the parent was, and he didn't know why Tang Heqian was prevaricating, and the teacher didn't ask the teacher to question him.

You Zhao quickly replied, explaining a few ambiguous words to get over it.

It's not terrible to be drunk, what's terrible is talking nonsense after drinking, and it's all recorded in the ears of people you like.

Recalling last night, Tang Heqian not only didn't give a harsh lesson, but also followed his nonsense in the middle of the night, coaxing and chatting with him. You Zhao was moved for a while, and felt that his future was brighter again.

Most of the conversations last night were still in memory, especially those words and phrases that were arguing to chat later and unwilling to hang up the phone. You Zhao remembered them clearly, and at the same time his face flushed with shame.

Tang Heqian also had some impressions of You Zhao's vague sigh before he was about to fall into a dream, but it was hard to be sure whether it was another deep-seated fantasy at work.

It has to be said that because of that sentence, which seemed to be true but also false, You Zhao became a little more determined, secretly cheering himself up.If this is the case, then all obstacles in front of you will not be a problem.

For all gains and losses, three points depend on fate, and seven points depend on hard work. You Zhao decided to gamble on luck and give it a try.

Tang Heqian was still in the meeting when he received the call. Although the things that should be discussed had already come to fruition, several department managers couldn't hold back the clichéd summary of the meeting.

The phone buzzed and vibrated on the desktop. He glanced at it, interrupted the Ministry of Manpower's speech, and picked up the phone to answer the call.

"Wake up?" The voice softened unconsciously, and the cold face was a little softer than usual.

The subordinates couldn't help clicking their tongues and looking at each other in blank dismay. This cold and unsmiling faction had such a gentle side.

"When you wake up, you know you're a good boy?" Tang Heqian smiled, "Is there something wrong with your body?"

"No, my physical fitness is very good!" You Zhao sat on the toilet that had just vomited a round, without guilt.

"It's fine, don't drink like that anymore, you know?" Tang Heqian said seriously, "If you let me know again, it won't be as simple as writing a review."

You Zhao responded seriously on the surface, but laughed in his heart. The previous [-] self-criticism was not for naught.

"Brother..." You Zhao narrowed his eyes, quite maliciously, "Did I do well last night?"

"How is it?" Tang Heqian glanced at the subordinates who secretly pricked up their ears, and after a flustered look indifferently, he waved his hand and announced the end of the meeting.

"It's just..." You Zhao hesitated, "It's just... Hey, did you say something nonsense or something. I woke up and found that there was a one-hour communication record, but I don't remember all of it."

Tang Heqian raised his eyebrows: "You yell and cry and want to video chat, or you jump off the stairs, does that count?"

Who started the video first? ?This is simply slander!You Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, smiled awkwardly, and could only continue to pretend: "I'm sorry, brother... I disturbed you to rest."

Tang Heqian said boldly: "It's okay, don't cry next time, it's not like I don't know how to video with you."

"Oh..." You Zhao was furious secretly. He wanted to make a joke, but he didn't expect that the other party would not follow the routine.

"Hang up if you have nothing to do, and rest for a while." He paused again, his tone a little unnatural, "Make more videos when you have time, Toffee... misses you a lot."

You Zhao held up the phone in a daze, and before he could recover from that sentence, the other party hung up the phone.

Does this mean that he has something to play?

From then on, You Zhao had to make video calls with Tang Heqian for a while every day, and ran into the bathroom to act coquettishly while the dormitory was empty.

Although he was the one talking most of the time, Tang Heqian occasionally replied with a sentence or two, but he felt a different kind of intimacy than before, with a little more natural ambiguity.

There were footsteps in the room, just as You Zhao ended the call, he walked out of the bathroom, and saw Mo Enhe standing in front of his easel, concentrating on the painting that was still drying.

You Zhao also ignored him, and after they broke up unhappy that day, the two hardly communicated much, he only felt that Mo En and his eyes were strange, with probing, but more complicated than he could understand.

It's really difficult to get along with people. You Zhao has never understood Mo Enhe. This person looks kind, but he doesn't know which lightning point has been triggered. He will be treated like a sinner through the ages.

Thinking carefully about the scene that day, maybe Morn and Gay hated it.Originally, they didn't have much friendship to talk about, and they didn't get along very well, but now they don't bother each other and they are considered clean.

He cleaned up the painting equipment, and suddenly heard Mo Enhe say: "Who are you painting?"

It's none of your business.

"The one who raised me." You Zhao laughed deliberately, and rolled his eyes secretly.

"The one who took you before?"

"Yes." I answered it many times and I don't know which time I was seen.

Mo Enhe twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled stiffly: "Are you so young?"

You Zhao carefully touched the wet outline, pretending to be serious: "No, he is actually in his forties, this is his youthful appearance."

The stern eyes in the painting firmly grasp the nonsense people, and the painter can't help but feel a little guilty.

You Zhao coughed, showing off quite a bit: "Although he is a bit older, he loves me and has money. I really like him!"

Mo En and his brows were wrinkled. After taking a deep look at You Zhao, he turned and left: "It's up to you!"

"Hey, I haven't finished the introduction..." You Zhao regretted.

Is gay so heinous, and he didn't eat his rice.

The sky is just right, and it is better to bask in the sun than to be angry with others.

The foreign schools are terribly large, with winding paths interspersed and interspersed, like a huge maze. You Zhao turned a corner and couldn't find the way.

He simply sat under the statue, facing the green water and green hills, and the pruned haystacks one by one.

It has to be said that every detail in the Academy of Art has been carefully designed and built. Even mowing the lawn can design different patterns, which is another kind of art.

You Zhaobai was bored, so he opened the sketchbook, and drew a picture of the haystack that looked like a person and an object, but after reading it for a long time, he didn't know what it meant.

He poked at the drawing paper, always finding these patterns to be wonderful.

"You can look at it in another way." A voice suddenly appeared behind him, a calm female voice with a slightly hoarse voice.

You Zhao was so frightened that he jumped off the base. Looking back, he saw a woman wearing a straw hat, carrying scissors, and holding a soft brush. Her hair was gray and she looked 60 years old.

"Hello." You Zhao said hello honestly, the woman ignored him and walked over to sweep the place where he just sat.

Seeing that he affected her work, You Zhao walked a few steps away in embarrassment, and turned the sketchbook from every angle again, but still couldn't see why.

The old woman came over, helped her straw hat, and said with a smile, "What do you see?"

"Is it... a few people?" You Zhao was a little unsure, and after turning it over, he could vaguely see that one or two patterns were close to human shapes.

"Actually, I trimmed the grass, but the pattern is not on the haystack, but in the shadow at noon." The old woman patted the scissors behind her, "I originally wanted to show the Virgin Mary holding the baby, but many students followed me Said they saw different shadows at different times."

She smiled proudly: "I'm in charge of this piece of gardening, how is it? Does it look good?"

"It's amazing..." This area must have at least 15 acres.

"Are you an international student?" She raised her head to observe You Zhao's face carefully, "The bone proportion is okay, but it's a bit short."

"..." Can you stop speaking so bluntly, it hurts a bit.The old woman in front of her was very straight and energetic, and she looked only half a head lower than You Zhao.

"I'm here for an exchange and study... It's been almost three months."

"Then how do you feel about studying here?" The old woman seemed to be doing a questionnaire, and asked a few questions related to the college's views. You Zhao had to look at her seriously, feeling a little familiar... like Saw it on the wall of the courtyard.

You Zhao bowed his head and fiddled with his sketchbook. During the days of studying here, he could draw many new things every day. This notebook also changed from new to old: "Different cultural backgrounds make art collide. I have learned a lot here. I have seen a lot... How should I put it, there is a sense of helplessness that the world is too big for me, and at the same time, I have the excitement of challenges.”

The old woman nodded, her face full of kindness: "I just said that I originally wanted to express my art and attitude by cutting grass, but more students saw different things from it."

"Like the color of the sky, many people's first reaction is to connect it with blue, but is it still blue when the sun shines in the morning and sunset, it is rainy and foggy, and the stars are twinkling? The sky is free, and people's thoughts are free. , art is more free. I can see that you yearn for freedom, and you have a vast future, just like this sky, which will never be just one color."

You Zhao was stunned.

"Do you want to go to a wider world?"

You Zhao nodded silently.

"Then move your body and go shopping more, the world is endless, and learning is endless."

You Zhao became a bit more transparent, some thoughts flashed through his mind, and he couldn't catch his tail.

You Zhao told Tang Heqian about this matter during the daily conversation. He wanted to be proud of what he understood, but he never thought that Tang Heqian would be silent for a long time.

After a while, he asked, "Are you happy?"

You Zhao said bluntly: "Happy, why are you unhappy, brother, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Heqian suddenly said, "Come back on Monday?"

"Hmm...what's the matter?" You Zhao was puzzled.

"Wait for me at the airport."

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