Beyond The Outline

The playground after school in No. [-] Middle School is the busiest. Sometimes the boys don’t even bother to eat dinner, and rush to the basketball court to occupy seats.Xu Sheng also plays basketball occasionally, but his role is not limited to playing.It was this master who led a group of people to push open the metal mesh gate of the basketball court, and walked lazily inside with a bottle of water. No one in the whole school dared to grab the basket with him.

Xu Sheng went to the playground to show his face. He sat on the edge of the flower bed with his legs bent and watched Zhang Feng miss a three-step layup with a very amateur layup technique. He booed twice along with the boos of the crowd.

On the court, Zhang Feng and others jumped up and down, which was not interesting.

Xu Sheng turned his eyes away, left the bustling crowd, and landed on the road across the road from the basketball court to the boys' dormitory. Headphones only, walking towards the station direction.

Xu Shengxin said that there are so many people in school uniforms in this school, and the school uniform he is at the same table is really recognizable at a glance.

The English recitation in Shao Zhan's earphones was interrupted for two seconds, and then a crisp message prompt sounded in the earphones.

He swipe away the phone screen.

S: I saw you.

S: I'm in the playground, look back.

Shao Zhan stopped. As usual, he would definitely show the six words "Do you think I care about you" directly with his actions? In addition, after becoming Xu Sheng, with the title of school bully, the memories of the past and those people and things in the past All of a sudden, it swept towards him.

The news came even more unexpectedly.

Although Xu Sheng didn't ask too many questions and changed the topic at the right time, Xu Sheng was sometimes more sensitive than he imagined. This sensitivity came from his observation of people, which was completely different from the casualness on the surface.

However, the word "turn back" seemed to have some magical power, Shao Zhan raised his eyes and looked over.

Summer days are long and nights are short.The sun has not yet started to set, and the sun is scorching hot.

When Xu Sheng sat there, he was more ostentatious than those basketball players.

He was holding a bottle of water in his hand, and the hem of his clothes was blown up by the wind. Usually, the earrings were not conspicuous in the classroom, but the earrings shone brightly under the light—seeing Shao Zhan turning his head, Xu Sheng smiled, and after a while Sora waved at him.

S: See you next week.

Shao Zhan reminded him: the results will be released next week.

S: ...

Xu Sheng was planning to reply something.

Zhang Feng stepped back from the field and wiped his sweat with the hem of his school uniform: "The girl on the opposite side, did you see me just now?"

Xu Sheng came back to his senses: "What girl?"

"Didn't you just ask you to keep an eye on it for me?" Zhang Feng was anxious, "It's the one on the playground opposite, with two braids, she's in the class next to ours in the first year of high school, you don't care about brother's lifelong affairs at all. "

"There are too many people chasing you, how can I remember them all?" Xu Sheng dared not say that he was so busy looking at his deskmate that he completely forgot about it, "As for your layup, you still beg to heaven She didn't look at you just now."

Zhang Feng choked, and realized that the direction Xu Sheng was looking at just now was obviously not right, so he looked along: "No, what were you looking at just now?"

"..." Xu Sheng said while holding the water bottle, "I didn't see anything."

"I didn't see anything you..."

Halfway through Zhang Feng's words, he also saw the school uniform: "God of learning?"

Xu Sheng unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip of water, intending to confuse the topic, but Zhang Feng sat down beside him, as if thinking of something, he patted Xu Sheng's shoulder solemnly: "Speaking of learning God, I never had the nerve to ask you about that incident last time, but later I realized that I really couldn’t ask you..."

Xu Sheng was taken aback by him.

The man's sixth sense told him that nine out of ten it was the sequelae of body swapping, and it was related to his nonsense operation before.

Sure enough, Zhang Feng said: "It's the matter of posting on the bar. In fact, you can feel it too. I think Xueshen likes you."

The power of this sentence is no less than that of yesterday's thunder, Xu Sheng almost spit out the saliva from his mouth.

Xu Sheng spoke very hard afterwards: "What do you think...?"

Zhang Feng: "Isn't that obvious enough? Xueshen, a person who hardly plays post bars, wrote a small composition of more than 500 words for you, with charming eyes like peach blossoms-don't talk to me about hacking or not, others I don’t know if I still don’t understand, begging Meng Guowei to be at the same table with you, and to tutor you in your studies, isn’t that clear enough? And on the day of the fight in the Internet cafe, I finally figured out why he rushed over!”

He is not.

He did not.

But Xu Sheng was powerless to argue.

After switching back, he really felt how Shao Zhan's character design was broken by him.

Xu Sheng's speechless reaction gave Zhang Feng confidence even more. He felt that he was amazing. He broke the biggest secret of Linjiang No. [-] Middle School: "Okay, I know there are some things that I shouldn't reveal. It's a private matter between you two."

Xu Sheng interrupted: "No... this matter may be different from what you imagined."

Zhang Feng's eyes were full of determination: "I understand everything, what are you afraid of with me, I won't say it."

"..."

Brother, I am really afraid of you like this.

Xu Sheng finally sighed: "Fuck you, go play ball, get out of here."

Zhang Feng played with the ball in his arms.

Xu Sheng sat on the basketball court for a while, and before the sky gradually darkened, he opened WeChat and read the phrase "Come back on the weekend" again.

Then he casually threw the water bottle into the trash can before getting up.

"boom"!

A parabola passed by, and the throw was just right.

I didn’t go home after a month, and the community is still the same, with more green plants, and two rows of plane trees are planted on both sides of the road from the community.The area of ​​the community is on the edge of the urban area of ​​C City, so it will not be too lively and the environment is quiet.

Xu Sheng opened the door, and the light in the entrance was on.

When he got home, the woman had just come back from the company. She was wearing a black vertical striped suit, simple and capable, with slightly curly long hair, and she was making a phone call from the window: "No problem, Mr. Xue, I'll have someone change the report tonight... ...I'm really sorry, I should have been more careful, this kind of mistake shouldn't have happened."

Xu Sheng passed the living room, and knocked twice on the door of the restaurant with his fingers, notifying her that he was coming.

Xu Yaping said a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Xu Sheng originally poured himself a glass of water, but when she saw her hang up the phone, he pushed the glass of water in front of her, and leaned back in the chair.

On the table are home-cooked dishes packed from nearby restaurants.

Xu Yaping said: "Suddenly there is work to do, and I ordered some takeaway before I had time to buy groceries."

The woman looks like a typical professional woman, she looks very similar to Xu Sheng, especially the eyes, but the shape of the woman's eyes is not as sharp as the boy's.Except for the fine lines around the eyes, the years have hardly left any marks on her body. Anyone who sees her will think that this is a very beautiful woman.

Coming out of a busy working state, the woman looked tired.

Xu Yaping spoke with a tough tone that she had tempered in the workplace and she didn't know it: "I heard that you took the test yesterday, how did you do?"

Xu Sheng didn't care, picked up a piece of food with chopsticks: "That's it, play normally, there is still room for improvement of more than 100 points."

Others took more than 100 exams.There is still more than 100 points of room for improvement to him.

Xu Yaping: "..."

Xu Yaping held her chopsticks and didn't move for a long time. She seemed to endure and endure, and finally put down her chopsticks and took the initiative to break the seemingly normal atmosphere: "Are you still thinking about—"

There was a "snap".Before she could finish her sentence, Xu Sheng also put down his chopsticks.

The air seemed to stand still suddenly.

It was so heavy that I couldn't breathe.

Neither of them mentioned the word, but it was no different from saying it.

In this cramped atmosphere, Xu Sheng subconsciously raised his hand to unbutton his school uniform, only to realize that he is not Shao Zhan now, nor is he wearing a school uniform.

After a while, Xu Sheng got up, opened his mouth and said, "Mom, I'm full, you can eat by yourself."

Xu Yaping didn't say a word, she endured it, her nails almost dug into her flesh, she was happy when Xu Sheng came back, partly regretted that she was impatient and made a good meal like this, and partly was angry at the child's attitude towards learning : "You stop, where do you want to go."

Xu Yaping also stood up, and the two faced each other across the dining table: "I know you still blame me, even hate me, and hate me for interfering with you. But you are still young, and your understanding of the world and society is not sound..."

"I'm going out for a walk, if you call me back just to talk to me," Xu Sheng said indifferently, "We may not need to sit here and eat together, and next time we don't have to turn a corner to ask Meng Guowei, what am I doing recently?"

His current state is no different from when he was called by Meng Guowei for the first time after the preliminary examination. He seemed to care nothing and was invulnerable.

After Xu Sheng finished speaking, he opened the door.

Xu Yaping is a single mother, and she is usually busy with work most of the time. Faced with the pressure of survival, she has no way to take care of many things.From Xu Sheng's childhood, as long as she came home late, Xu Sheng was entrusted in a private studio downstairs in the community.

The studio is not big, there are only a dozen students in total, and an art teacher opened the studio. Xu Yaping remembers that when the teacher praised "this kid is talented" for the first time, she didn't take it seriously.

In Xu Yaping's view, how can painting be a serious job?If he likes it, he can draw in his spare time and no one will stop him.

She just hopes that the child will be safe and sound...

Facing the empty seat opposite, Xu Yaping sighed helplessly. Due to all kinds of exhaustion, she slowly closed her eyes.

Xu Sheng said he was going out for a walk, but he didn't know where he was going. He stood on the side of the street and walked around twice. He took out his phone to check the time. After unlocking it, he saw the sketch on the phone screen.

The signature under this pixelated date is an S.

Xu Sheng didn't know why, so he went back to the old neighborhood before moving.

The studio downstairs in the community is still the same.The studio door was half open, and a batch of new students had just been received. Xu Sheng approached the door and heard the teacher explaining the basic posture of holding a pen: "Let's hold the pen, which is different from the writing gesture. Use our thumb and index finger to hold the pen. Hold it in the palm of your hand, and press the pad of your thumb on the barrel of the pen... Yes, our class mainly teaches holding the pen and winding the thread."

There is also a compartment in the studio, which is an open room. Usually, students who have studied painting in the studio for many years will find time to come and paint in private, and they will be placed in the compartment when they are not finished. Therefore, this compartment has a nickname called "Advanced Room".

A sketch or oil painting can be painted for a week, and the fineness is amazing.

It is completely beyond the cognition of those students who have just learned painting.

It's like you are still learning the stave, but others have already gone to the recital hall.

The teacher is a woman in her 40s. She has a slender figure, a white skirt, and long straight hair. When she spoke, she said softly: "Everyone is given a piece of drawing paper. The focus of this class is to practice arranging lines well."

Xu Sheng stood at the door and didn't go in.

It was a woman who finished demonstrating to the students, got up and sorted out the drawing paper, pasted the content of the demonstration on the blackboard, and only saw him when she turned her head: "Xu Sheng?"

Xu Sheng walked in: "Aunt Kang."

Xu Sheng has called him that since he was a child. Aunt Kang smiled and couldn't help but look at him a few more times: "Are you busy with high school studies? I haven't seen you for a long time."

Xu Sheng: "It's okay, I'll come nearby...to do some shopping, and I'll drop by to see you."

"It just so happens that Xiaokai is in there." Aunt Kang didn't know that "buying something" was just an excuse. Back then, the Xu family's mother and son made such a fuss, but she didn't have the position to say more, pointing to the compartment, "He was still talking about you a while ago, He must be happy to have you here."

Kang Kai is Aunt Kang's son, a few months younger than Xu Sheng, and he has grown up in the studio together as a friend. The last time the two contacted was when Kang Kai went to the "Xinghai Cup" selection.

It was Kang Kai's unilateral contact, and Xu Sheng didn't reply to those few messages.

Kang Kai dropped his paintbrush and came out after hearing the sound of "Xu Sheng". You don't need to change it, I'll ask Brother Sheng to change it for me."

"That's how you entertained me," Xu Sheng picked out a sharpened pencil in the pencil case, "As soon as you come, let me change your drawing."

Kang Kai: "It's not that you don't know my mother. She's usually fine, but when she's fierce, she's a tigress."

Xu Sheng's eyes fell on the portrait of the man on the easel, and adjusted his partial body structure.

"No wonder my mother always dislikes me and asked me to learn more from you." Xu Sheng caught Kang Kai's body deviation that he hadn't studied for a long time while looking at the drawing paper, "...are you still human? Is the structure of our hands right? no the same."

I don't know if the structure of the hands is different, but Xu Sheng has long fingers and looks better than others.

Xu Sheng said: "Don't feel inferior, hard work can make up for one's weakness."

Kang Kai: "Fuck."

Xu Sheng: "Facing the gap between people and turning grief and anger into motivation."

Kang Kai: "Okay, stop talking."

Kang Kai asked again: "I sent you a message last time and you didn't reply."

Xu Sheng said casually, "The school is strictly controlled."

Kang Kai thinks about it too, Linjiang Sixth Middle School is notoriously strict.

Xu Sheng couldn't stay here for too long. After changing the structure, he emphasized the light and shade again, and then let go of his hand, and the pencil fell into the pen slot: "You draw it yourself, I'll go out and wash your hands."

In the cubicle besides Kang Kai, there was another classmate who was painting. That classmate had been looking at them frequently since Xu Sheng came in.

There is no other reason.

Kang Kai, who said "Is the structure of our hands different?" is recognized as the god of painting in the studio. He has always been the only one who helps people change paintings. Although it is not time for the exam, he is attracted to participate in art at his current level. In the entrance examination, the results can be easily ranked among the top ten in the city, and it is like a fake existence in the studio.

Not to mention the Xinghai Cup painting competition a month ago, he won the first place.

That was a competition judged by Master Yang!

"Painting God," the classmate was really curious, and asked while brushing, "Who is he? He also belongs to our studio? Is he very powerful?"

Kang Kai's tone was casual, but what he said was completely different. He remembered that in the "Xinghai Cup" painting competition, Master Yang Mingzong chased him as if he wanted to ask him to tell him who the person who changed the painting was, and said: "I If he is a painting god, then there may be no words to describe that guy just now. Let’s put it this way, if that master takes the entrance exam, the number one in the city will probably have to be replaced."