Beyond The Outline

The fiery temperature of the boy's palm and his breathing gradually intertwined.

This studio Xu Sheng couldn't be more familiar with. Before the first year of high school, he sat here countless nights, facing the easel, holding a paintbrush in his hand.

When he is painting, he likes to listen to music. He listens to all kinds of songs. The headphone cable is pulled out of his clothes pocket. One side of the headphone is playing a song casually, and the other ear is receiving the sound from the friction between the pen tip and the drawing paper. rustle' sound.

When the sun is shining in the afternoon, a few sluggish cats often pass by on the steps outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Occasionally, they stop, showing their bellies, and lie down to bask in the sun.

All the displays in the studio remained the same, even the few demonstration paintings hanging on the wall were not revealed. It was precisely because of this familiarity that Xu Sheng felt even more uncomfortable.

At first, in order to hold the pen firmly, he held it tightly with his fingers at first, and then loosened it uncontrollably as if being scalded by the temperature of the opponent's hand.

Until Shao Zhan asked him: "Don't you want to paint?"

"..."

Xu Shengxin said, don't you find this posture strange?

Shao Zhan's tone was calm, and there was even an imperceptible temptation in his words: "Your friend went out for 5 minutes, and he should be back soon."

"Painting," Xu Sheng covered it again, his fingers clasping Shao Zhan's knuckles tightly one by one, "don't move around."

It's not that Xu Sheng hasn't changed the painting for others, but it's the first time to change the painting in this way.

He led Shao Zhan's hand to dip the paint on the palette, and put the other hand on the back of the chair behind Shao Zhan. The two were very close, especially when Xu Sheng bent down to get closer.Wait until the tip of the pen is stained with paint, and then guide it back to the drawing paper. The tip of the pen is suspended in front of the drawing paper, and then the pen is drawn to sweep it up.

The so-called ambient color is the color presented by ambient light reflected on a specific object.

After Xu Sheng finished the stroke, he let go of his hand.

Kang Kai also just came back after buying the medicine. He hurried in and said, "What's wrong with your stomach? Why do you still have a stomachache... I remember you were prone to colds for a while, is it better now?"

Shao Zhan: "Cold?"

Kang Kai: "Yeah, every time I catch a cold, I still get very irritable. I don't even bother to move my fingers. I just reply with one word to whatever I ask you."

When Xu Sheng was a child, his resistance was not very good, and he was prone to catch a cold every time the season changed. Originally, this master often found a place to sleep on his stomach, but when he caught a cold, he became more logical and acted more arrogantly.

Every time Kang Kai couldn't see it: "You stopped writing your homework? Didn't your teacher say something harsh? If you don't turn in your homework again, you won't have to attend her class next time."

"Don't bother me, I'm a sick patient now, why don't you ask me about homework," Xu Sheng hoarsely said, "Get lost."

Kang Kai made a lot of excuses and continued to complain.

Still Xu Sheng couldn't listen anymore, and pointed at Shao Zhan: "Should he take medicine?"

Shao Zhan: "..."

Kang Kai: "Oh yes, I'm going to get the hot water." When Kang Kai said this, he realized that his painting had been altered.

"I'll go," he could recognize Xu Sheng's handwriting at a glance, Kang Kai said, "Is it corrected?"

Afterwards, Aunt Kang came back after shopping for groceries, and warmly invited the two of them to stay for dinner. It was rare to see the friend of "Xu Sheng", but the two of them calculated the time and had to go back before the school closed.

The sky was getting dark, and the bus ran every half an hour. When the two arrived at the station, the last one had just left.

Shao Zhan asked: "When did you start learning to draw?"

"Junior high school." Xu Sheng squatted on the flower bed next to him, and when he spoke, he still had that careless tone, "It's... four years of study."

"Why don't you keep learning."

"Why, I don't have time."

The words of Xu Sheng's interest class are not easy to arouse suspicion. People who don't know painting will not think of art exams at first, especially for students in pure cultural schools like Linjiang No. [-] Middle School, who have almost no understanding of "art candidates" to zero.

It's like when you suddenly find out that your friends around you can play a certain instrument.

Just interested.

Although what can he do as a scumbag, can't a scumbag have some special talents?

——If Shao Zhan hadn't seen one of the wish papers in Meng Guowei's office, he might have thought the same.

But he was not sure whether the four words on the paper meant what he thought.

It's just that after the two were connected, a faint mystery appeared in front of his eyes covered in a layer of fog.

Xu Sheng didn't intend to continue, so Shao Zhan didn't ask.

During the conversation, the car came.

There were not many people in the car at this point, so Xu Sheng went straight to the back row after putting in the coin: "Sit in the back?"

Shao Zhan has no objection.

After the two sat down, Xu Sheng took out the mobile phone from his pocket, then handed it to Shao Zhan, motioning him to change the mobile phone.

Before Shao Zhan handed him the phone, he saw an unread message on the lock screen.

[mom]:……

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Xu Sheng took it, and his expression didn't change after seeing the news. He rested his elbow on the edge of the car window, and the wind blew in from the wide open window.

[Mom]: Let's go on vacation.

[Mom]: You have to eat well on weekends, don’t get up too late in the morning, and don’t always go out to eat. The food in the school cafeteria is not as good as outside, so it’s healthier anyway.

Xu Sheng replied: Got it.

It was only at this moment that the tense mood of the past few days relaxed. Shao Zhan accidentally received news from Kang Kai and stepped into the studio, but it was still being drawn out. Xu Sheng stared at the word "Mom" for a long time, and then closed his eyes.

The bus drove slowly into the tunnel, and the dark hole seemed like a huge abyss that could swallow everything.

Moments later, the vain white halo across the eyelids in front of him also dimmed, and his eyes were completely dark.

Time and space seemed to follow this tunnel back to that rainy night more than a year ago.

There was constant thunder outside the window, and the rain was pattering down.

Xu Yaping didn't let him learn to draw. Xu Sheng is like all the youngsters of that age who don't obey discipline. His character will only make troubles worse than them. He smiled: "Mom, you are thinking about me." , still thinking about yourself."

Xu Yaping said sharply: "Why am I not thinking about you? The teacher has already said that your grades are improving very fast. According to the results of the mock test, you can sprint to other schools for your first choice. If you insist on applying for Liyang No. [-] Middle School—— Just quit high school!"

Xu Sheng looked down at the drawing paper scattered on the floor. On the desk beside him was a "Senior Examination Question Booklet", which was filled with densely packed notes. His grades were really bad, and he had to copy twice for a wrong question. all over.

The quarrel has no result, it will only continue to repeat itself.

In the end, it intensified, using the sharpest needles to pierce each other.

During that time, the relationship between Xu Sheng and Xu Yaping dropped to a freezing point, and it was not until Xu Yaping mentioned that they were going to move that they finally broke out.

Xu Yaping was extremely angry. She had been raising the child alone for so many years, and she had a strong desire to control the child—she was trying to plan Xu Sheng's future.

"I don't like culture class at all. Don't you know why I got my grades up? I only sleep four or five hours a day. What do you think it's for?" Xu Sheng didn't back down. Although his tone was not sharp, But it is undeniable, "What school I apply to, that is my freedom."

Xu Yaping: "I won't quarrel with you now, anyway, Liyang No. [-] Middle School can't do it—"

Xu Sheng: "If you just want to tell me these things, that's enough."

Xu Sheng suppressed his arrogance in the end. It was only later that he accidentally heard Xu Yaping hiding on the balcony and calling on the phone, which made him realize that Xu Yaping's company was laying off employees.

"I saw myself on the layoff list," Xu Yaping said incoherently, clutching her mobile phone tightly, "What should I do? And Xiao Sheng... I can't sleep every night, and I can't find the right one after I want it. What should I do with my work, and what should I do with my children, I have to hold on, I can't fall."

When Xu Yaping said these things to her acquaintances, she spoke in a tone that Xu Sheng had never heard before.

In Xu Sheng's impression, Xu Yaping was strong and powerful, she seemed to be omnipotent.

It was the first time Xu Sheng saw her cry, and only then did he realize that she was just an ordinary person, who would be at a loss when he couldn't make up his mind what to do, and where he couldn't see.

Xu Yaping sobbed softly: "So I hope he doesn't take any risks, I hope he will live well in the future and take a safer path..."

Xu Sheng stood with his back against the wall on the other side of a door.

The bus finally pulled out of the tunnel.

Maybe Xu Sheng fell asleep, maybe he wasn't.

His senses were separated from the picture in his mind, and then he vaguely felt something covering his eyes.

Xu Sheng opened his eyes a little, and found that it was Shao Zhan...it was his own hand.

Shao Zhan raised his hand, brushed away the broken hair that fell in front of his eyes, and put it to the side, then put the palm of his hand on the back of his head, letting him lean on his shoulder.

Xu Sheng found a comfortable sleeping position, turned his face slightly, and finally fell asleep leaning on Shao Zhan's shoulder.

More than half an hour's drive passed by in a flash, and when he got to the station, Shao Zhan pressed his forehead calmly and forced him to look up. Although his words were cold, his movements were not serious: "Here we are."

Strange to say, after the two became familiar with the body, even though Shao Zhan was in his body, he would no longer feel any strange feeling. On the contrary, Xu Sheng clearly realized that no matter whose body belonged to him, he It's that Shao Zhan.

It looks cold, but actually...

Xu Sheng thought about it for a long time, and then added a sentence to Shao Zhan's back.

It's actually quite cold.

Xu Sheng looked down and saw the obvious joints on the boy's hands, but the temperature of his hands seemed to be completely opposite.

After Xu Sheng returned to the dormitory, he remembered that there was still a stack of A4 papers folded into squares in his trouser pocket, which was the after-school homework assigned by Zhou Yuan to Shao Zhan.

S: I still have your homework after class. I forgot to give it to you. You can pick it up or I will send it over.

Shao Zhan replied after a while: I'll get it later.

S: How long is the wait.

S: I'm going to play a game later. According to the e-sports spirit, the door will not be opened for you in the middle of the game.

Shao Zhan: After taking a shower.

S: ...

Hold.

S: Are you taking a shower?

Shao Zhan: To be precise, I am taking off my clothes.

I can't talk anymore today.

Xu Sheng thought about it but couldn't help but reply.

S: Wash it quickly.

S: Wash with eyes closed.

After a few seconds, there is a "ding" sound and the screen lights up.

Shao Zhan: I’ve seen it a long time ago, so it’s a little late to talk about closing your eyes now.

Shao Zhan was bare-chested, and the boy's black rope was still hanging around his neck. Before entering the cubicle, he watched the person on the opposite side typing repeatedly. Finally, the words 'typing' stopped, and the chat box returned to calm.

Only then did Shao Zhan put down his phone.

Before he went today, he thought the studio was just a simple "hobby class".

Surprisingly, it seems that it is more than that.

There seem to be many traces of Xu Sheng's life here, whether it's something he's never seen before, the way the boy holds a paintbrush, or the trivial things in life that he said between the lines in the small print, it seems that he is getting closer to Xu Sheng invisibly a little.

And Xu Sheng only realized later that Shao Zhan had invaded his private territory unknowingly.

No.

Xu Sheng thought of the young man sitting on the window sill in the dark passage in the green boat base.

Or rather.

It is they each other, have already stepped in.