I have a Secret

Huang Dan returned to the real world, still holding the last box of beer in his hand.

He glanced at the uncle, the other party was still nagging, and the cigarette next to his mouth had just lit up, and it was still a little far from his butt.

The old man saw that Huang Dan didn't move, thought it was difficult to move, so he hurried over to take over, "Young man, I'll do it, oh, thank you so much, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know that I would move when."

Huang Dan lowered his hand, "It's fine."

The old man snorted, he's out of his mind, how could there be something sad about this young man in the blink of an eye?

After stacking the box of beer on top of the trolley, the uncle asked with concern, "Young man, do you remember something?"

Huang Dan said, "Yeah, I remembered something sad."

The uncle put out the cigarette, he sighed, his face was full of traces of years of polishing, "Since you are sad, then don't think about it, this person, there are miscellaneous things every day, there are many, you can choose some Think happily."

Huang Dan just pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

He couldn't help but think about it, because that incident was vivid in his mind, first there was a sharp pain of broken bones, then there was the harsh sound of sudden braking, followed by the screams of the crowd, and a large cloud of blood...

Everything is replayed in front of my eyes, and the camera moves very slowly.

Huang Dan squeezed his fingers, he couldn't see the man again before he died, and he didn't have time to live in their home, his eyebrows frowned, he was so sad.

The uncle yelled several times in a row, his face full of surprise, "Young man, why are you crying?"

Huang Dan was taken aback, he stretched out his hand to touch his face, the tears in his hand.

I have been standing in the same place all the time, I didn't bump into it, and I didn't have any wounds on my body, so why did I cry in pain?

It took Huang Dan a while to realize that it was his heart that was hurting.

The uncle let out an ouch, and hurriedly took out the pocket of his coat, but he only took out half a piece of paper that was used. He squeezed it with his dry and dirty hands, and then put it back in his pocket, "Young man, come with Grandpa. Let's go upstairs, grandpa invites you to drink tea, the best Longjing tea was given by someone else."

Huang Dan has already taken out the veil from his briefcase.

The uncle watched the young man wipe his face and hands slowly, just like the young man on TV.

He looked up and down, he looked very good, and his temperament was even more outstanding, so he didn't feel dirty at the young man, and came up to take care of the kind heart of an old man, even if he was really a young master, he was not a pampered young master.

No matter how much I wiped the yellow sheet, I couldn't wipe away the tears, and the handkerchief in my hand was wet a lot.

The uncle rubbed his hands anxiously, "Young man, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying more and more?"

Someone came out of the corridor, someone passed by, and they all looked sideways and stopped curiously.

The uncle remembered the young man's kindness in his heart, and he didn't like him being pointed at by others, so he blew his beard and stared, "What's so interesting, I haven't seen anyone cry!"

Those people looked away in embarrassment.

Huang Dan cried for a long time, he calmed down, folded the handkerchief and put it back in his briefcase, "Grandpa, I'm going back."

Seeing his red eyes, the uncle seemed to be very depressed, and said worriedly, "Which building do you live in, do you want Grandpa to send you off?"

Huang Dan said no, he said goodbye to the uncle, turned around and walked to his residence.

The uncle shook his head and said to himself, "I don't know what it is, I'm crying so sad..."

Huang Dan walked through a winding path, stepped on the wooden bridge over the pool, and got closer and closer to the fountain in the center of the small square, then left it behind and entered the corridor unimpeded.

No one was waiting in front of the two elevators, one elevator was going up, and the door of the other was open, Huang Dan hesitated and walked in.

There is no crossing.

Huang Dan looked at the numbers from 1 to 2, jumping up one by one, his temples twitched, and his thoughts began to run.

When the elevator door opened, a gust of cold wind came in, and Huang Dan's thoughts suddenly came back. He got out of the elevator and turned right, stood at the door and took the key to open the door.

As soon as the key touched the lock, the door opened from the inside.

There was a man standing in the entrance. His figure was tall and straight, his facial features were deep and three-dimensional, his temples were white, and he couldn't tell his age.

The man is dressed simply, with a muscular figure under a black turtleneck sweater. It can be seen that he is exercising. The lower body is a pair of casual trousers. His legs are long and hide strength. There is an apron with a big yellow duck pattern hanging in front of him, and a serious The face is out of place.

Huang Dan lowered his head and rubbed the soles of his leather shoes on the mat at the door. As long as he could remember, he knew that he had no father or mother, and only one person who claimed to be a housekeeper took care of him.

But Huang Dan knew almost nothing about the housekeeper, only that his surname was Song. He wanted to call the housekeeper Uncle Song when he was very young, and he also said not to call him young master, but the other party said that no distinction should be made between superior and inferior.

Before the thinking of the yellow sheet was perfected, the concept of hierarchy had already been instilled in it.

As he grew up, Huang Dan understood more and more, and also knew that in this family, he was the executor and the housekeeper was the obedient one.

Strict and loyal.

Song Min took the briefcase from Huang Dan's hand and put it on the shoe cabinet, and reached out to help him take off his coat, "Master, go drink some hot soup first to drive away the cold."

Huang Dan put on the cotton mop, and unbuttoned his suit while walking, "I won't drink, I'll go into the room and lie down for a while."

He pushed the door into the bedroom, threw himself into the soft quilt, and didn't move for a long time.

This is really not Huang Dan's life style. Every time he comes back from get off work, he will take off his outer clothes, wash his hands and face, and try not to bring dust into the house as much as possible.

Not to mention lying on the bed without taking off his pants and washing his face like now.

Huang Dan raised one arm and put his hands on his eyelids. He turned over and lay on his side, his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door outside, followed by Song Min's calm voice, "Master, come out for dinner."

Huang Dan sat up from the bed, he rubbed his forehead, unexpectedly fell asleep.

Dinner is four dishes and one soup, which comes with the usual meat and vegetables.

Huang Dan sat at the table eating alone, and his butler stood not far away, so that he could come forward to serve him in time when he needed it. This scene happened at home every day for ten years.

After he put down the bowl and chopsticks, the butler will go to eat.

Song Min suddenly said, "Master, why are your eyes a little red?"

Huang Dan said, "I haven't had a good rest."

Song Min frowned, "You didn't have this symptom before you went out in the morning."

Huang Dan chewed the food in his mouth, his voice was indistinct, "That may be the reason why he stared at the drawings for a long time during the day."

Song Min didn't speak anymore.

There is only the slight sound of Huang Dan eating vegetables and drinking soup on the dinner table. He has developed many habits since he was a child. For example, no matter what time, occasion and environment he is in, he will chew slowly when eating. No sound, or the situation that the bowl and chopsticks were not held firmly and fell on the table will not happen to him.

When classmates have dinners and friends gather, they often joke that Huang Dan must have been a young master in a mansion in his previous life.

People live in the present, how can they know what happened in the previous life, Huang Dan's habit is influenced by the housekeeper.

After eating more than half a bowl of rice, Huang Dan stopped eating.

This time he made an exception again. Normally, there would not be a grain of rice left in his bowl.

Huang Dan didn't like to eat when he was a child. The housekeeper would tell him that the rice was planted by farmers hard, and they should be respected and not to waste food.

Song Min glanced at the small half bowl of rice on the table, "Master, today's dinner doesn't suit your appetite?"

"No, it's delicious."

Huang Dan wiped his mouth with a tissue, "I'm going to the study to read."

He stood up and swept towards the butler, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Min asked with eyes.

Huang Dan said, "It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."

Song Min rarely showed a surprised expression, "Master can tell jokes now."

Yellow list, "..."

Every time you travel through a world, everything you experience happens in an instant, and you can't leave a single trace in this world.

Only Huang Dan knows.

This kind of feeling is actually not very good, I feel that I am a delusional patient.

Huang Dan's study room is very large, the decoration style is simple and simple, with a strong antique charm, all of which are high-quality mahogany furniture, everything here is placed by the butler, he is very particular about his life.

On the left side of the study room, there is a whole wall of bookshelves filled with books. Huang Dan likes to read books, and he reads them in various fields. Sometimes it takes a whole day to read them.

He took a deep breath, the air was filled with a faint smell, it was the smell of paper, mixed with a wisp of wood.

After sorting out his thoughts, Huang Dan took a copy of "The Weakness of Human Nature". He sat casually on a soft cushion, leaning his back against the bookshelf and flipped through it.

Song Min knocked on the door and came in with a glass of milk in his hand, "Master, it's getting late."

Huang Dan put down his book, his legs were a little numb, he sat back, "Is it ten o'clock?"

Song Min hummed and said that he had arrived.

Huang Dan's biological clock is very regular. He goes to bed early and wakes up early. It is time to go to bed at ten o'clock, but he doesn't feel sleepy.

Song Min remembered something, "By the way, young master, I received a letter in the evening, and it was on your desk."

He stared blankly at the young man, "Didn't you see it?"

When Huang Dan entered the study, he searched for a book and flipped through it until now. He didn't pay attention to the things on the desk, so he instructed the housekeeper, "Open the letter and have a look."

When Song Min heard this, he put down the milk and went to get the letter. There was only one photo in the envelope.

Huang Dan stood up slowly while supporting the bookshelf, walked to the desk and took the photo from the housekeeper, his brows twitched.

Song Min said, "This is a photo of the young master's military training in his first year of high school."

The students in the photos are all dressed in camouflage uniforms, military caps on their heads, belts on their waists, and green military shoes with their feet close together, their heads held high and looking forward, standing as straight as green bamboos.

They are doing the salute posture, so youthful and vigorous.

Huang Dan looked around and saw a boy standing in the last row. He was the tallest and stood out from the crowd.

Like everyone else, the boy was also smiling, but his smile was a little lazy, not as innocent as that of his age.

His military cap was also improperly worn, it was placed on top of his head very casually, in the shadow under the brim, his handsomeness, disdain, and arrogance were all crushed and smashed on his face.

That was what appeared on the boy's face, not in his eyes. In his eyes, there were concentration, tenderness, firmness, and a hint of cautious madness.

After many years, Huang Dan can't remember many people and things in high school clearly. He had already forgotten the appearance of a gangster, but now looking at the photos, he has a little impression again.

He recognized that the tallest boy was a gangster.

Taking the photo closer, Huang Dan noticed that the gangster tilted his head slightly, looking in one direction very seriously.

Huang Dan followed the gangster's gaze, and he saw himself.

A little unexpected.

Huang Dan looked again to make sure he was right. He put the photo on the table and tapped it a few times with his fingers.

Song Min said, "Is there a problem?"

Huang Dan said no, "There is a high school reunion tomorrow."

Song Min asked, "Morning or afternoon?"

Huang Dan said, "The set time is three o'clock in the afternoon, and they said they would play all night."

Song Min said, "Young master is going?"

Huang Dan pinched the bridge of his nose, "I promised, I can't break my promise."

Speaking of it, the time travel was inexplicable and strange, and it started shortly after returning to the community after agreeing to attend the class reunion.

Song Min said seriously, "What the young master said is that since you agreed, you won't go back on your word, so what time will I call you tomorrow?"

Huang Dan said, "Normal time is fine."

Song Min told him to go to bed early after drinking the milk, and then stepped back and closed the door and went out.

Huang Dan picked up the milk and drank it sips, rubbed his fingertips against the edge of the photo, and suddenly turned the photo over.

There is an English sentence at the back.

The translation is - my princess, we will meet soon.

Huang Dan twitched, Your Royal Highness?Is the word spelled wrong, or is this photo sent by mistake?

He put the photo in the drawer, took it out after thinking about it, found a language book on the shelf, and threw the photo in it casually.

There was a crackling sound at the windows, and the rain was beating on the glass, and the listeners were disturbed.

After Huang Dan drank the milk, he went to take a bath. When he lay down in bed, the rain was still falling and there was no sign of stopping.

He reached for the phone on the bedside table, poked open the screen and checked some news.

The temperature in the bedroom is moderate, making it easy for people to fall asleep peacefully.

Huang Dan suffered from insomnia. After reading the news no less than ten times, he compromised with this winter night, got up, put on his coat and went to the study next door.

The light cast by the desk lamp is very warm, and the people who illuminate it will feel very relaxed physically and mentally.

Huang Dan opened a sketchbook, intending to draw something. He took a 2B pencil, then went to get a knife, and sharpened the pencil in the trash can.

I don't know if I used too much force, or the pencil was dropped before I bought it back. A small section of the lead at the front broke and fell into the trash can with a snap.

The yellow sheet continued to sharpen the pen refill, and he drew an outline on the white paper. It was a man's face with sharp edges and corners.

The refill broke again.

Huang Dan frowned, he carried the trash can to his feet, and lowered his eyes to sharpen the pencil.

Sharpening a pencil is not an easy job. Some people can sharpen a pencil like a work of art. Huang Dan is not that kind of person. He can only sharpen a pencil like a dog.

There was a lot of pencil dust on my hands, and I didn't wipe off the yellow sheet, so I started to refine the outline on the paper.

He was so devoted to painting that he forgot the time and did not rest.

Accidentally painted the eyes of the person in the painting as double eyelids. Huang Dan was going to touch the eraser, and an eraser appeared in front of him. The hand holding the eraser was a bit fat and short, with nails on it. It's blue nail polish, a piece of it fell off a lot, it doesn't look good.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in Huang Dan's ears. It was the sound of a pencil rubbing against the drawing paper. A female voice interspersed among the noisy voices, "What are you thinking? Do you want an eraser? If you don't want it, I won't return it." is you."

Huang Dan looked around, and what caught his eyes was a childish smiling face. It was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old with a ponytail. She held an eraser in her hand and was shaking it in front of his eyes.

He immediately lowered his head, and the desk under his nose disappeared, as did the unfinished painting. Instead, there was a drawing board supported by a tripod. A small nail with a big iron clip on it to fix the drawing paper and the drawing board together.

On the drawing paper is a still life that has just been drafted.

Here is the studio.

The yellow sheet smelled a mixed smell, mixed with paint, moisture, breakfast, soil...

He still passed through.

"Hey, why are you still in a daze?"

Huang Dan came back to his senses, he didn't say anything, he just reached out and caught the eraser.

The girl didn't think much about it, she turned her head and chatted and laughed with the others, drawing two strokes on the drawing paper with a pencil in her hand, stuffing dried sweet potatoes into her mouth from time to time, doing three things with one mind.

Huang Dan squeezed the eraser, "Mr. System, are you there?"

The system quickly responded, "Yes, but I'm leaving soon."

Huang Dan is prepared, "Going to prepare for the exam?"

"Yes."

The system said, "Mr. Huang, the higher-ups have already made arrangements. During the period when I'm leaving, a senior worker will come and receive you."

Huang Dan asked, "Do you understand?"

System, "I haven't seen the person, only heard the legend."

Huang Dan was speechless.

System, "According to the company's regulations, this subordinate cannot talk about colleagues behind their backs."

When Huang Dan heard this sentence, he knew there was something going on.

The next moment, the mechanical voice of the system sounded, "However, I am not talking about it, but just stating my admiration and admiration for that person."

Huang Dan was speechless again.

System, "Mr. Huang, I have done an investigation for you. That person is 120, the governor of Lingyi District 666. He does not enter into oil and salt, is selfless, and has strong principles. Don't reason with him. If it doesn't work, there is , don't mess with him."

Huang Dan memorized the work code, not for anything else, just to make it easy.

System, "The last sentence, the existence of District 120 is that everyone has their own destiny, and everyone has their own natal chart. Mr. Huang must remember not to try to change anyone's natal chart."

Huang Dan was grateful. Mr. System was going to prepare for the exam, and he still worried so much about him, "I wish the exam goes well, and I'll wait for you when you come back."

[Mr. Huang, your guardian sent you a "love hug", would you like to accept it? 】

Huang Dan thought for a while, "Yes."

The figure of Mr. System did not appear in front of his eyes, but he just felt that he was hugged.

In the next second, a voice appeared in Huang Dan's mind, "Host, the guardian who took over you is being transmitted."

"Ding, the transfer is complete."

Before Huang Dan could react, he heard the voice in his head, which was still the familiar mechanical voice, but he had an even colder illusion, "I am posting the task now, check it carefully, and take it back in 30 seconds."

Very formulaic tone.

Huang Dan was stunned for a moment, and he didn't chat with this legendary figure, he couldn't chat, "Okay."

When the last tone falls, the task screen appears.

【Lin Mao's madness: Damn it, what a hell, guess what I saw when I came to the studio this morning?I saw that the head I painted last night was touched, that head has no face, I must know which bastard did it! 】

After 30 seconds, the task screen disappears.

Huang Dan sighed softly in his heart, and the fifth time travel began.

System, "If you have any questions, please be brief."

Huang Dan, "Understood."

He asked, "Then what should I call you? Mr. 6?"

System, "Lu."

Huang Dan said, "Oh, Mr. Lu, please give me your advice in the next period of time."

A flood of memories flooded his mind in an instant, and he couldn't think about anything, and he couldn't care about asking anything.

The owner of this body is Zhang Shuran, 17 years old, from T City. He came to the studio less than half a month ago. He was scared to death, and he didn't know what he saw.

The yellow sheet couldn't be searched, because that memory was deleted. He probably guessed the reason, but he still asked in his heart, "Mr. Lu, why didn't you let me know the real cause of Zhang Shuran's death?"

The system gave an answer after a ding, "All information about the mission is blocked."

Huang Dan said, "Is this the supernatural area 120?"

He was a little annoyed after asking, this question betrayed Mr. System.

However, the system doesn't seem to pursue it, "Yes."

Huang Dan asked, "Then will I come into contact with ghosts in this mission?"

System, "There are more ghosts than people in this district."

That means that ghosts may be around you, but you can't see them.

Yellow list, "..."

He continued to sort out the memories of the original owner. The original owner had a relative who taught at the school. The relative's father was a brother of his grandfather, and he had a very good friendship with his father.

There is such a layer of relationship in it, the original owner's father came to find that relative, and wanted him to come to the studio to learn painting, and the relative did it smoothly.

At that time, the original owner's father brought the original owner to the studio and brought all the things he drew at school. The teacher said some innocuous words, probably because the foundation was weak, but he was very artistic, and he would make great progress if he took the time to practice. Words like space.

The original owner's father heard that the teacher is really good, so what are you waiting for, he went to the original owner's school to find his homeroom teacher, said hello, and sent him here with a big bag.

Four hundred a month, a one-time payment for three months of tuition.

It wasn't until the original owner came here and got acquainted with other people in the studio that he realized that everyone was four hundred.

His father thought it was a relative who told the teacher, and underestimated the price.

After all, his father gave relatives a lot of presents.

The original owner didn't tell his father about this, because he didn't want to make his father unhappy.

Huang Dan began to classify the memories of the original owner, set aside all his memories in school, and singled out all the memory fragments after the studio.

The studio is inside the Agricultural University, opened by two teachers from the art department.

The two teachers belong to completely different schools. Mr. Liu, who is slightly chubby and likes to wear a blue-gray gown, paints delicately. He likes to dawdle with his fingertips when drawing to make the lines look softer.

Mr. Liu's sketches are relatively better, especially for women, the beauty is very prominent.

Another thin and tall teacher Zhang has long hair and always wears a leather jacket and Martin boots over a T-shirt. He looks cool and looks like a rock youth. Give him a guitar and he You can turn the audience on high.

Mr. Zhang takes a rough line, and the first impression of his sketches is that it is thick black. No matter whether it is a man or a woman, the eyebrows are absolutely black and shiny, and the lines are very cold.

The two teachers have their own specialties. Everyone agrees that Mr. Zhang's gouache is better than Mr. Liu's, and his painting methods are also used by everyone to learn and imitate.

When Mr. Zhang paints gouache, he likes to paint with large brushes. The large-scale bedding has a strong sense of block. If he sees a student slowly sketching with a small brush, he will frown and ask the other party to change. large sum.

According to the memory of the original owner, the atmosphere in the studio was pretty good. He was painting plaster for the first week after he arrived, and then he started painting still lifes. The other newcomers were also in the same process.

Everyone is from different places and schools. In addition to the high school seniors who will take the college entrance examination next year, there are also lower grades.

Every day is eating, drawing, sleeping, waking up, drawing, without any conflicts or contradictions.

Huang Dan paused in sorting out his memory, searching for the fragments that happened yesterday.

On a very ordinary day, the original owner copied a human head in the morning and painted gouache in the afternoon. The teacher said that he would not paint realistically at night, so everyone packed up and left the studio.

The original owner felt a little inferior in his heart, he felt that many people in the studio were very powerful, so he went to the studio after dinner.

Huang Dan's eyelids twitched.

Not long after the original owner entered the studio, several people came.

In addition to the original owner's roommate, Lin Mao, who issued the task, there are several others, namely Zhou Jiaojiao, Shen Liang, Xia Wei, and Zhou Jiaojiao's father.

A total of six people.

Zhou Jiaojiao's father was accompanying her and did not participate. The original owner and the five of them discussed who would be the model for realistic painting.

Lin Mao felt that Zhou Jiaojiao's father was suitable, but Zhou Jiaojiao rejected it. She said that her father had a bad spine and couldn't do it in three hours.

There was no way, everyone drew lots, and whoever caught the word model would get the job.

It was Xia Wei who was recruited, and the original owner and the others painted her.

This morning, Lin Mao arrived at the studio before the original owner. He found that the heads on the drawing boards had no faces, and the Xia Wei painted by several other people was no exception. The faces were all gone.

This is the reason for the task.

Huang Dan sorted out the information of several people other than the original owner.

Zhou Jiaojiao is the girl with the ponytail who still erased the eraser, and it was her who made the first sound that Huang Dan heard in this world.

She is a local, her family conditions are good, her mind is not on painting, she is obsessed with Audition, and spends a lot of money buying clothes and being a couple there, her father is afraid that she will not learn to paint well, so she comes here.

Most of the time, Zhou Jiaojiao was painting in the studio, and her father was sitting next to her, and would only leave when there was something to do. At night, the father and daughter lived in the rented house.

Because Zhou Jiaojiao would sneak out at night and spend the night in an Internet cafe, in order to play Audition, of course she also played very well, showing off a lot in the studio.

Her father wanted to keep her close, so he rented a bigger house to eat and live with her.

Lin Mao is the roommate of the original owner, to be precise, the new roommate.

When the original owner came over from school, he brought his deskmate with him. The deskmate suddenly complained and got into trouble. He felt that the teacher didn’t value him and only gave guidance to the original owner. When he had problems, the teacher would Not at all.

The deskmate thought that he was good at painting and would not be treated well here, so he went back to school without saying a word.

The original owner found that the things at the same table were gone in the round rented house, and thought something happened to him, until Lin Mao told him that the same table had left, and he didn't understand the situation.

In fact, the teacher did not make large-scale revisions to the original owner's painting, because the painting was too bad, there was no way to change it, and he had to start a new draft.

After the tablemate left, Lin Mao moved into a small shared house and became a roommate of the original owner. The rent was more than 110, and the two shared it equally, and the same goes for eating and shopping.

Lin Mao's painting is very poor, he is not motivated, and has no sense of striving for strength, but he has a good temper, laughing and joking every day, and feels nothing to worry about.

Shen Liang is the best one in the studio. He looks gentle and clean, and looks very gentle. Anyone who wants him to show a painting, he will agree, and even help to correct a few strokes.

But Shen Liang has something lofty in his bones, which is hidden by him, and very few people can perceive it.

The original owner is more sensitive, he is one of the very few people.

Xia Wei is the most beautiful girl in the studio, with a melon-shaped face, big eyes, long legs and thin waist, she is very good at dressing up. Other girls dress plainly, but she wears slim long sleeves, shorts, stockings, and short boots. , When I come to the studio to paint, I also wear a sun hat, and sometimes I wear a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of my nose.

Most of the time, I wear a pair of oversized black-rimmed glasses, the kind without lenses, which almost cover half of my face.

Lin Mao, Shen Liang, and Xia Wei are from a poor county, they are in the same school, and they have a good relationship.

The shoulder was patted, and Huang Dan's nerve endings trembled. He looked sideways and saw a boy with small eyes, his roommate Lin Mao.

Lin Mao bared his teeth, "Do you want to pee?"

Huang Dan shook his head, "No."

Lin Mao dragged Shen Liang out together.

There is no toilet in the studio, not even a spittoon, and the nearest toilet is a short walk away.

University university is a big word.

When Lin Mao and Shen Liang came back from using the toilet, one didn't wash their hands, and the other had water on their hands and was wiping them with toilet paper.

Huang Dan heard Lin Mao's voice, and he was asking Shen Liang, "Did you lock the door last night?"

Shen Liang said, "It's locked."

Lin Mao snorted and put his arms on his shoulders, "When I came to the studio in the morning, the girl over there had already come. I asked her, and she said that she was the first to come to the studio. open."

As soon as his arm was retracted, Lin Mao strangled Shen Liang's neck, "You didn't lock the door at all!"

Shen Liang was helpless, "Well, I admit that I forgot."

Lin Mao acted like I knew his mother, "Then why are you lying?"

Shen Liang crumpled the wet toilet paper and threw it on the ground, "I'm not afraid that you will blame me."

What he meant was that the painting had been touched by someone, and if other people found out that he didn't lock the door and let people sneak in, he would not be drowned in spittle.

Besides, the key to the studio is in his hands now, if the teacher finds out that he is careless, he will take the key back.

Lin Mao was not stupid, he knew Shen Liang's thoughts, his eyes rolled, "So, last night when you left without locking the door, that bastard took the opportunity to come in and play tricks on our paintings."

He rolled his eyes, "Damn it, it must be someone from the studio."

Shen Liang had a different idea, "Not necessarily, it might be a college student who likes to play pranks. I heard from my brother that college is boring and I want to find something fun to do."

Lin Mao spat on the ground, gritted his teeth angrily, "Really, last night was my best performance. I painted Xia Meimei so vividly, and I want to keep it on the wall."

Their conversation was covered by other voices, and that was all Huang Dan heard.

Zhou Jiaojiao's voice sounded beside her ear, "Shu Ran, I've finished drawing, why are you still a draft?"

Huang Dan looked at the painting on Zhou Jiaojiao's drawing board, the perspective was all wrong, the reality was not separated, the whole painting was dirty, the original owner was a little better than her, and the perspective of the mouth of the pot was correct.

Zhou Jiaojiao looked at the yellow sheet and erased the draft, she stared, "It's not ten o'clock yet, you won't draw in the morning?"

Huang Dan said, "Repaint."

Just as Zhou Jiaojiao was about to say a few words, she saw the young man drafting a pen quickly on the paper. The lines were very smooth. She rubbed her eyes, but she didn't get distracted.

Impossible, why did the person who rubbed the same way as she drew suddenly become so awesome?Even if it is an epiphany, it is not so magical, right?

Zhou Jiaojiao's eyes widened and she said, "Damn it, are you possessed by a ghost?!"

When she went out with her voice, she drew the eyes of other people in the studio.

Huang Dan made a line draft, and there were a dozen more people behind him.

The courses in the lower grades are tight, and the time to come to paint is irregular. Sometimes there are not many people in the studio. These ten or so are all today.

Huang Dan's forehead twitched slightly, and the speed of the line was not slowed down.

Lin Mao was the most shocked. No one knew better than him. His roommate copied the teacher's painting album in the shared room, and could copy a ghostly look. What's going on now?

"Are you Shu Ran? Are you really possessed by a ghost?"

His words caused the others to laugh, they all knew it was a joke, possessed by a ghost?There must be ghosts first.

Shen Liang narrowed his eyes, "I can't see that Shu Ran is so powerful."

Xia Wei pursed her lips with lipstick, and laughed, "No, I was painted like a coal digger last night, but now I'm so awesome, even better than Liangliang."

Shen Liang frowned.

I don't know if it's Xia Wei's title, or he cares about others more than himself.

Teacher Zhang entered the studio, "What are you doing around Zhang Shuran? You don't need to paint anymore?"

Lin Mao laughed, "Mr. Zhang, come and have a look."

Yellow list, "..."

Teacher Zhang snorted, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He patted the yellow sheet encouragingly, "I have made great progress."

"Okay, everyone is surrounded, hurry up and draw your own, look at your own paintings, then look at Shu Ran's, think about the difference, how did he draw it, and why did he draw it that way. "

There were noisy noises such as moving stools and kicking easels in the studio.

Several people are discussing.

"It's impossible for Shen Liang to understand those reasons. I think he just draws based on his feelings, and soon his paintings will get worse. I've seen a lot of people like that."

"I also know one. Before the exam, the drawing was so awesome, but guess what, you didn't even pass the provincial unified exam."

"Zhang Shuran really thought it through. Let's see, the next exam, No.1 will definitely be him."

Shen Liang drew with his back to them, unable to see the expression on his face.

Outside the west gate of the school is a deep alley. No matter which alley you enter from, there is a way to go. There are college students, couples, and brothers living in it. They are free to play as they want.

There are also some low-level social workers. After opening their studios, there are more high school students who come to rent houses.

At noon, Huang Dan and Lin Mao went back to cook. Shen Liang lived next door to them. The room was a bit smaller. There was a stove in the middle, and a pot was placed on it, and they threw a hodgepodge of vegetables into it to cook. Pot to eat.

Very casual.

Huang Dan felt that the smell in the room made him dizzy, so he went to open the window.

Lin Mao asked Huang Dan to pick up the pot. He quickly picked up a new briquette with tongs and replaced the burnt one in the stove. "What are you doing with the window open? It's so cold."

Huang Dan said, "I'm worried about being poisoned."

Lin Mao didn't take it seriously, "Poisoning? Why don't you just burn a small stove?"

Huang Dan didn't say anything more.

After lunch, Lin Mao went to Shen Liang's place to play. Huang Dan cleaned the pots and bowls, sat on the chair and looked at the small room in a daze.

Two boys slept on a 1.5-meter bed, and it was a hand-to-hand fight at night. It was very difficult for the one who occupied the bigger position first, and then fought for some space from him. You had to move your feet.

The original owner is often no different from a gecko, and the whole person is stuck to the wall.

Huang Dan was thinking whether to change roommates or houses.

He sneezed, the weather here is October, not bad