Shelf life love

"It's not Ye Gong's good dragon!" Jiang Yue quickly explained, "It's day by day, Hao!"

When Qi Lin heard this, he was even more disgusted.

Haolong?The name of this rotten street, maybe five of the ten men caught on the street were named Haolong.It's not as good as a good dragon, at least it has personality.

Jiang Yue saw Qi Lin's expression, "No, I think Ye Haolong is pretty good."

Qi Lin smiled dryly, "What's so good about it?"

"Do you see Brother Lin?"

"look."

"Aren't many of the male protagonists in this movie all surnamed Ye?" Jiang Yue was stunned when he said this. I can't be the hero!"

"Stop, stop!" Qi Lin interrupted hastily, "Where are you going? My surname is Qi, am I not handsome?"

Jiang Yue paused, "Oh."

Qi Lin was going to be pissed to death by this classmate with so few brains, his ordinary appearance could be blamed on his surname, and his ability to throw blame was superb.

"Hey, come back!" Jiang Yueye knew that he was pulling away, and immediately pulled back, "I just finished talking about the last name, and now I'm talking about the name. Haolong, don't you think it's very exciting?"

Qi Lin: "..."

Mother, where did it explode?

"Hao, can day and day. Dragon, can fly!" Jiang Yue said: "Man, there are a lot of Haolong in gangster movies! My aunt is pregnant. If it is a son, I will go and suggest her to name my younger brother. It's called Haolong!"

Qi Lin covered his face deeply.

Jiang Yue made a short sentence, and there were too many slots for him to say.

Jiang Yue chattered, "No matter what, it's better than Ye Badlong you just said."

Qi Lin raised his head, "I firmly vote for Ye Badlong."

Jiang Yue frowned hard, and for the first time doubted his brother Lin's aesthetic level, "Why?"

Qi Lin: "Because it's cool."

Jiang Yue spit out a mouthful of water, "How cool is it? Is it cool if there is a bad word?"

Qi Lin avoided the saliva perfectly, "Could it be possible to have a good day with the word Hao?"

Jiang Yue: "..."

He couldn't find any reason to refute his elder brother Lin.

The morning class lasts until [-]:[-], and there is a break of more than two hours at noon.

Usually, Qi Lin would not slip away after class, either to chat with the teacher, or to continue to draw his own, and wait until 12:30 to go for food outside Xiaonanmen.

Today, he was the first to rush out of the classroom, followed by Jiang Yue.

He is going to block Ye Haolong.

"This way, this way! I can't go up the stairs over there!" Jiang Yue shouted anxiously.

The old teaching building is full of organs, one building is connected to another by the corridor, some stairs can climb to the upper floors, some can't, it's like a maze.

When Qi Lin heard something wrong, he immediately turned around and ran after Jiang Yue.

"Ye Haolong is in the senior class, but not the senior class upstairs." Jiang Yue said while running: "He is the only student in his class, and he is on the top floor of the No. 3 auxiliary building."

He didn't have time to think about why Ye Haolong had one person in one class, so Qi Lin drove at full speed, afraid that he would slip away again when he was going.

On weekends, there are a lot of people in the old teaching building, especially after class at noon, they are all crowded in the corridors.Qi Lin made use of his skill in playing tricks on the court, walked in an S-shape angrily, and rushed to the classroom Jiang Yue mentioned, but there was no one inside.

"Huh?" Jiang Yue ran out of breath, "Where's the dragon? Flying into the sky?"

Qi Lin: "..."

Many classrooms on this floor are empty, but there are still students.

"Are you looking for someone?" A young teacher came over.

"Hello." Qi Lin pointed to the classroom beside him, "May I ask if Ye Haolong is in class here?"

The teacher was surprised, "Are you looking for Ye Haolong?"

Qi Lin didn't understand why the teacher was surprised. Could it be that Ye Haolong is a god and can't be found by mortals?

"Yes." Qi Lin said obediently, "We are his classmates, let's have lunch with him. Has he left already?"

Hearing this, the teacher was even more surprised. In addition to being surprised, he was also a little happy, "Great, finally a classmate came to him."

Qi Lin was slightly startled, "Finally?"

The teacher showed a regretful expression, "But you are here at an unfortunate time, he asked for leave today."

What is it all about?Qi Lin almost rolled his eyes, held back and asked again: "Are you asking for the whole day off today? Or just asking for half a day?"

"Hmm..." The teacher thought for a while, "It should be the whole day. He always asks for the whole day when he asks for leave."

"Okay, thank you." Qi Lin said.

After the teacher left, Jiang Yue said: "Brother Lin, we are not in a hurry. We have already found Ye Haolong's lair. He can run away and the monk can't run away from the temple. We will come back tomorrow, if not, next week!"

The tool room has no windows, and when the lights are not turned on, even if the sun is shining outside, it is still pitch black inside.

The air was filled with the unique smell of paint. Ye Zhuohan lay on the wooden board with his eyes open, but the eyeballs did not move.

I painted a picture all night, fell asleep in the middle of the night, closed and opened my eyes, except for the passage of time, the world seemed to have no change.

He heard a noise outside, the sound of a car driving into the yard.

Then, there was a male voice, a male voice that always rang in his ears, "Zhuohan, are you awake? I opened the door."

It was his second brother, Ye Lingzheng.

Ye Zhuohan sat up from the board, didn't respond, let alone opened the door.

Ye Lingzheng had the key, and soon opened the door by himself.

The sun in early May poured in like a waterfall the moment the door was opened.Ye Zhuohan was wearing a black racerback vest and army green trousers, with his back slightly bowed, and he raised his hand to block the light.

His hair was illuminated a light blond, and his exposed skin was very white.

Seeing Ye Lingzheng come in, his Adam's apple twitched inadvertently, unhappy because he was disturbed.

"You're sleeping here again, you don't sleep in the good bedroom upstairs, you have to sleep in the tool room." Ye Lingzheng was noisier than the sunlight at this time, and after being stared at coldly, he resisted the urge to continue complaining, " Hurry up and pack up, I have to see a doctor today."

Ye Zhuohan stood up and walked out of the tool room.

Ye Lingzheng knew that he was going to wash up, so he didn't stop him and walked around the tool room alone.

This tool room comes with the villa. It is very big and has two floors. Ye Zhuohan doesn’t often live at home. After moving here, he changed the tool room into a studio. At first he only used it for painting. Now Sleeping directly in the tool room.

Thinking of this younger brother, Ye Lingzheng had a headache.

Their mother died when Ye Zhuohan was very young. Ye Zhuohan had serious personality and psychological problems, and he didn't communicate with others, like an empty air without emotion.

Ye's family has a big business, Ye Haiting has no time to take care of Ye Zhuohan, but Ye Lingzheng doesn't want to give up his own brother.

A year ago, he found a psychologist for Ye Zhuohan again, who suggested that Ye Zhuohan try to get in touch with art, and Ye Zhuohan chose fine arts.

Now, Ye Zhuohan goes to the Academy of Fine Arts to take individual small classes every week, and goes to the psychological clinic once a month.

Ye's family is too famous in Yuecheng, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ye Lingzheng thought about giving Ye Zhuohan a fake name and a fake identity before going to the Academy of Fine Arts to sign up.

Ye Zhuohan's name is too cool, the new name should be popular, down-to-earth, popular, and must highlight masculinity, so maybe Ye Zhuohan can make friends in the Academy of Fine Arts.

After looking through a lot of information and watching a lot of movies, Ye Lingzheng thought, why not call him Ye Haolong?

Ye Zhuohan didn't have a problem with what to call it, so he nodded coldly, agreeing.

In fact, Ye Zhuohan has no objection to anything, Ye Lingzheng has never seen him show any love for life.

No matter what, to Ye Zhuohan, there seems to be no difference between doing and not doing.

For example, he called a psychiatrist, and Ye Zhuohan didn't reject it.The psychiatrist suggested getting in touch with art, and Ye Zhuohan did not reject it.

There is also no desire.

Looking at a wall of inexplicable and strangely colored paintings, Ye Lingzheng couldn't help thinking, can this younger brother get better?

In this world, is there really nothing, or a single person, that can make Ye Zhuohan feel a little differently?

Ye Zhuohan washed his face with cold water, and the water flowed down his arms.When he straightened up, his forehead hair was already wet.

"I brought the custom-made clothes last time." Ye Lingzheng adjusted his mood, and walked into the villa with a few new clothes, "You are growing too fast, and you are taller than me. Come and choose, I want to wear it today Which set?"

Ye Zhuohan doesn't care.He has no preferences, and all clothes are the same in his eyes.

Compared with the ones in front of you, the one stained with mint popsicles seems more special.

Because the color on it was splashed on it by someone, it didn't exist when it was sent to him.

The interview with the psychiatrist lasted an hour, and Ye Lingzheng was waiting outside.

He was not worried about Ye Zhuohan's communication with the psychiatrist.

The doctor who had contacted Ye Zhuohan before said that Ye Zhuohan's expressive ability was not a problem, even above ordinary people, he just built a wall for himself and was unwilling to come out.

After seeing the painting brought by Ye Zhuohan, the doctor rarely showed surprise, "What interesting thing have you encountered recently?"

Ye Zhuohan shook his head expressionlessly.

"But your paintings are slightly different from before." The doctor was even a little excited. It was the first time he saw something strange in Ye Zhuohan's paintings after treating Ye Zhuohan for so long. "Paintings can reflect a person's personality." In your inner world, your emotions have fluctuated!"

"Really?" Ye Zhuohan frowned.

Interesting thing?Mood swings?

The only thing he could think of was the boy who had appeared in front of him three times.

He apologized inexplicably and said that he would treat him to milk pancakes.

The mood swing the doctor mentioned was that he was annoyed by being disturbed.

When the boy apologized, he lowered his head, exposing the back of his neck, glaring white in the sun, dazzling.

The psychiatrist is obliged to keep confidential, Ye Lingzheng didn't know what Ye Zhuohan said in it, "It's still early, where do you want to go?"

Ye Zhuohan sat in the passenger seat, looked out the window indifferently, "Take me back."

Ye Lingzheng still wanted to fight for it, "Have a meal with brother?"

Ye Zhuohan: "Send me back."

Ye Lingzheng nodded, "That's great."

Back home, Ye Zhuohan took some time off and took his painting tools to the Academy of Fine Arts.

He doesn't like painting, but he doesn't like anything else either.

There is a restaurant outside Xiaonanmen of the Academy of Fine Arts. Because the price is higher than the consumption level of most students, there are few customers.

He visits occasionally.

When I arrived at the place that day, I realized that I hadn't been there for half a month, and the restaurant had closed down due to too few customers.

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

At this time, a strange voice came from behind: "Grass! Brother Lin! It's Ye Haolong! We really have nowhere to go, and it took no effort to get here!"