Laws of Spirit Recycling

No matter how outstanding he is, he is only a teenage student. When he heard the teacher's words that seemed to be a joke and a reproach, he was embarrassed for a while. How could he be in the mood to continue to be angry at the joke just now? Wu Jiu stretched out his hand to wipe the paint on his face. The position was wrong, and it was stained The more the hand with the paint is rubbed, the more dirty it will be.

"Don't wipe it, it was a small piece, but now it almost covers half of your face." Shao Zhiwen chuckled, looked around but couldn't find a suitable tool for wiping his face, so he stretched out his hand to help.

The fingertips slid across the smooth cheeks, as if touching a plump peach with fine fluff. He gently rubbed the vermilion lump on it, from deep to light, and dipped his fingertips in a layer of traces, Like a transition between each other, Shao Zhiwen's fair skin under his generous palm conveyed a gradually rising temperature.

Wipe from the edge to the inside, put his thumb on the corner of Wu Jiu's mouth, his eyes inevitably fell on the lips and jaw, he found that the color of Wu Jiu's lips was very similar to the red marks left on his face, and even stronger than the pigments made by chemical industry Look better.

With crimson dyed from the inside to the outside, the upper lip is slightly raised, like the arc of the petals leaning up when the stamen bursts, and the posture of leaving is as light as a feather across a restricted area of ​​​​his body, Shao Zhiwen's heart surges. There was a wonderful feeling.

Before he could confirm where this feeling came from, his body had already gone one step ahead to feel the soft lips that he touched unknowingly.

Lips pressed together, the scorching temperature brought Shao Zhiwen back to his senses, but within two or three seconds, he straightened up suddenly.

It was extremely embarrassing for a moment, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

"Xiao Jiu, I..." Shao Zhiwen felt that as a teacher, he should explain something, but he really couldn't find the words, his mind was in a mess, and he was very annoyed by his impulsive behavior just now.

He is a teacher, and this identity defines the insurmountable relationship between the two. Let alone the student in front of him is underage, even if he is an adult, under the secular constraints of society and the small society of training schools, the relationship between teachers and students They are not allowed, not to mention, they are both men...

This was simply adding to the crime, and Shao Zhiwen's face was covered with a shadow. When he returned to his senses, only infinite regret and self-blame hovered in his mind.

"I'm going to wash my face with water."

Wu Jiu seemed to see his distress, and thoughtfully left the classroom first.The boy walked out of the classroom with his head down, half of the paint marks on his cheeks had become inconspicuous under the scorching temperature.

After cleaning in the bathroom and returning to the studio, Wu Jiu found that the person had left, and the road that should have been walked together by two people turned into one person today.

He could no longer look up at the person who could continue to be a teacher from the perspective of a student.

"Haven't you left yet?" Shao Zhiwen looked surprised, as if he had intruded into a field that didn't belong to him for no reason, and he came to get the color palette that he lent to the students in class.

Wu Jiu didn't speak, just sat by the studio window and watched him.

"Oh, you better go back first, I'm going to the salon of K University with Mr. Li today." Shao Zhiwen found his palette on a wooden bench, and when he said this, his eyes were on Wu Jiu Standing on the body, the thumb holding the palette accidentally pressed it into the grid.

In the past Saturday afternoons, after class, he and Wu Jiu would go to Unicorn Street together, and stay in a small art hall in the shade at the end, where there were private art exhibitions from time to time, with a unique style of painting. It's rare, but it's a good place to expand your horizons and relax your body and mind. Every time we taste it together, Shao Zhiwen will be amazed by Wu Jiu's understanding of the paintings beyond his peers. Only at this time, the usually introverted students will talk freely.

"When I came here at noon today, I heard Mr. Li tell the students in his class that get out of class would be over early today, and he would go to the concert with his girlfriend." Wu Jiu kept his hand within a fistful distance from the drawing paper, and he I was about to continue coloring, but the tip of the pen didn't come down after the teacher came in.

"Oh yes." Shao Zhiwen slapped the back of his head, smiled awkwardly, "I almost forgot about that, it's just different for that guy to have a girlfriend, and he's living a really happy life."

His slightly envious tone caused Wu Jiu to silently put down the brush in his hand, and the young man stared down at the painting, as if re-examining all the ink lines, outlines, colors, shadows...

Shao Zhiwen suddenly said softly: "Then I'll go first, don't go home too late."

"Teacher Shao."

Wu Jiu called to the young man who was about to leave the studio, he got up and walked through several crooked easels, walked in front of him, and said, "How long are you going to hide from me?"

Shao Zhiwen looked solemn, hesitantly said: "Xiao Jiu, I... I am your teacher."

Wu Jiu seemed to be hurt by this sentence, with a flash of determination in his eyes, he said, "I know this."

"I was wrong about that incident last time. I hope you can forget about it and continue to treat me as your teacher." Mentioning the accidental kiss last week, Shao Zhiwen looked guilty and tried his best to redeem the relationship. Wu Jiu's teacher-student relationship.

"No." Wu Jiu frowned and refused, he hesitated for a while before raising his head and said, "It's impossible to pretend that something has happened, Teacher Shao, I, I don't want to just be your student."

"Xiao Jiu, you—"

His words were interrupted by the person who bumped into his arms, Wu Jiu hugged him tightly, and said in a nasal voice, as if extremely wronged: "Don't ignore me."

Shao Zhiwen said softly helplessly: "I didn't ignore you, you will always be the teacher's best student."

Wu Jiu buried his face in the other person's shoulder. Hearing these words, he was both comforted and disappointed, as if he was separated from the person he was hugging. Tears couldn't help but he choked up and said, "I want to be with the teacher, OK?"

It was the first time that Shao Zhiwen heard the person in his arms talk like this, and he was inexplicably distressed, but he still persuaded him with kind words: "You call me 'teacher', so you should know that teachers and students... can't be like this, Xiao Jiu, don't be willful, you are still young and don't understand many things."

"If you understand, then why would you still treat me like that?" Wu Jiu raised his head, his eyes flushed, he looked at Shao Zhiwen with a questioning look, and then called out, "Shao Zhiwen, tell me what you thought of it?"

What do you think?Shao Zhiwen didn't know either.

It's just that in the past year, he and the young man in front of him have gotten closer and closer, to the point where he is both a teacher and a friend.He is like a talented general admiring Wu Jiu's excellent works under his own training, watching each other's steady growth every step of the way like a close and reliable elder brother, and he is Wu Jiu's perfect match in art At the same time, the other party's family experience also made him feel distressed.

Shao Zhiwen didn't know whether this kind of familiarity could be called a habit, and whether the habit could continue into some kind of latent emotion, but he clearly realized that he had crossed the line, especially when he saw Wu Jiu's tear-stained picture at this moment. Face.He sighed in his heart, and finally understood why when he first entered the training school, his well-meaning colleagues kept telling him to keep a distance from the students.

He put this warning to the back of his mind, and was finally dominated by his full emotions and acted impulsively.

But after waking up, reason reminded him all the time.

"If you don't agree, I will never paint again."

Wu Jiu's resolute cry brought Shao Zhiwen back to his senses in an instant, and he said in astonishment, "What? Little Jiu, don't talk nonsense."

"I think very clearly that it is because of you that I can paint again. If you reject me, there is no need for me to continue studying art here."

"Fool, it's not easy for you to get to this point. How can you just give up?" Shao Zhiwen said seriously: "In the future, you will have a bright future and live the life you want."

"But I don't want a bright future, you know..." Wu Jiu's eyes glistened with tears.

Shao Zhiwen sighed in a low voice, and had no other words to say, he stretched out his arms and hugged each other: "Don't cry."

Feeling the warmth of his chest, Wu Jiu hugged him back tightly.

Crossing this boundary, from then on, the little ambiguity between teacher and student flowed retrogradely throughout Wu Jiu's youth to youth.

Memories are like the sky under the wind on a sunny day. It always starts to change colors when the white light is almost exhausted. Only those who are accompanied by the dark night can feel the ultimate beauty of every bit of rosy clouds.Because of this, the past events that Wu Jiu frequently looked back at were all scorching, vigorous, and magnificent.

From the beginning to the middle of the relationship, there are too many insignificant things that have been put into the old treasure box, and every one of them is taken out to confide, which can't help but cause a lot of emotion.Memories are long, unlike worldly events, they will eventually gather and part.

"It's dawn." Wu Jiu said looking sideways at the blue sky outside.

Shao Zhiwen said thoughtfully: "Well, the night passed like this."

The two were silent.After talking about happy or meaningful memories, I deliberately avoided the period under that relationship. At this moment, the moment of parting is as obvious as the ending, and I have to face it.

Shao Zhiwen stood up first, he took a few steps back, lowered his head and said to Wu Jiu, "I should go too, Xiao Jiu, take care of yourself."

"Shao Zhiwen." Wu Jiu got up and grabbed him, "Don't go."

"Xiao Jiu..." Shao Zhiwen frowned in embarrassment, and looked at the person who begged him with shame in his eyes, "You should know where I am going, we are already like this, don't force it anymore."

Of course Wu Jiu knew where he was going, Xinyue who saw the other party appearing here yesterday had already disappeared without a trace, he understood that Shao Zhiwen's appearance was only for a short stay, just to remind him.

Even so, the emotion that was so strong that it broke through his chest still dominated him, Wu Jiu stepped forward and hugged him, "Ten years, we have been together for ten years, can you really just let it go?"

The fine lines in the corners of Shao Zhiwen's eyes showed fatigue. At the age of 34, he no longer had the enthusiasm and sincerity of the past. He took the other party and wrapped his hands around him from behind, "Sometimes letting go is not as difficult as you think. The past is always the past No matter how beautiful a person is, he must look forward, I know I have said these words many times, Xiao Jiu, I really hope that you can be better than me."

"You promised me that you would wait for three years, but the three years haven't arrived yet." Wu Jiu thought of receiving a phone call saying they broke up on the day of his birthday on the other side of the ocean, and his heart sank.

It took a long time for Shao Zhiwen to spit out a few words: "...I'm sorry."

The whole room was permeated with icy coldness where all the warmth had vanished, but two spaces were separated, Wu Jiu stood at the same place in the memory, watching Shao Zhiwen who was walking away gradually.