I have a Secret

, Finally, it is no longer the hot summer.

Lin Mao laughed loudly from the next door, not knowing what he was talking to Shen Liang.

Huang Dan couldn't get in because he didn't belong to the same school after all.

Paint gouache in the afternoon.

Huang Dan moved the easel to a corner, intending to copy it.

Coincidentally, Shen Liang also made the same move as him. He found a painting and put it in a clip, and went out with a bucket to wash the palette and brushes.

Huang Dan showed off his skills in the morning, and in the afternoon, people would visit him to see if his gouache had made miraculous progress just like his sketches.

Lin Mao and Zhou Jiaojiao tacitly occupy two positions on the left and right respectively.

Huang Dan said, "I'm copying."

Lin Mao had earphones in his ears, "It's up to you."

Zhou Jiaojiao is painting apples, the colors are all burnt, and her father is not here, otherwise she must go to the teacher to come and see.

There were two big speakers, and the yellow sheet became the focus of the studio again. He thought to himself, the others just found it fresh, and it would be fine in two days.

Huang Dan didn't leave at night. Not only did he not leave by himself, but he also called Lin Mao, and Lin Mao called Shen Liang.

The three boys drew in the studio for a while, then Zhou Jiaojiao and her father came over, and Xia Wei was the last one to come.

"You are all here."

Xia Wei walked to Shen Liang's side, "I went to your place to find you, and found that the light in your room was not turned on, so I knew you were staying in the studio."

Shen Liang was sharpening a pencil, "What's the matter?"

Xia Wei said, "He will come here tomorrow."

Shen Liang said, "If you come, come, and we still need to kneel down and kowtow to greet you?"

Xia Wei frowned, "Shen Liang, what are you doing so eccentrically? He's only here to visit relatives, and he doesn't know how to enter the studio to draw, so he can't threaten your status."

With a flick of Shen Liang's wrist, the lead of the pencil broke.

The atmosphere in the studio was very bad, and Lin Mao was lazy to join in the fun.

Huang Dan didn't understand the situation, and wanted to get some information, but he didn't know how to ask.

It was Father Zhou who came out to ease the atmosphere.

Just like last night, several people cast lots, the model is Lin Mao, he is very irresponsible, the chair looks like there are nails growing on it, he moves it after a while, the pose keeps changing, those who don’t know it think Huang Dan and the others are sketching .

When some people draw human heads, no matter who the models are, male, female, old or young, they are all carved out of the same mold, such as Zhou Jiaojiao.

There are also powerful ones who can draw everyone like themselves, such as Xia Wei.

Huang Dan saw that she held the pencil upright in front of her eyes and measured Lin Mao's three courtyards and five eyes, but the proportions of the drawings were still wrong.

Within three hours, Lin Mao couldn't hold on any longer. He slumped on the chair and couldn't get up. He said that being a model is so fucking tiring, and he also said that it's no wonder the teacher wants us to attract people in school.

Lin Mao fell asleep in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was the only one left in the studio. He cursed, "Why are you leaving? Why don't you call me, what the hell..."

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Lin Mao turned his head, "Who's behind? Shu Ran? Shen Liang? Jiao Jiao? Xiao Wei?"

He yelled at everyone, and there was only his own voice in the studio, as well as the sound of rapid breathing.

Huang Dan was washing his hands outside, and immediately returned to the classroom when he heard the bang, and saw Lin Mao lying on the ground, grinning in pain.

"what happened to you?"

Lin Mao looked at Huang Dan as if he saw the shining Avalokitesvara, and he turned his mouth, "Shu Ran, I was scared to death just now..."

Huang Dan helped Lin Mao up, and went to help the easel that was knocked down by him, "You..."

Lin Mao's face was bright red, at first glance it was blood, but after smelling it, he knew it was paint, he was startled, "Fuck, fuck, I can't wipe it off, it's so disgusting!"

Huang Dan said, "Go back and wipe it off."

The studio was gloomy, and he shivered.

Lin Maozheng had this intention, so he ran away immediately, regardless of the yellow slip behind him, and never thought about who helped him up just now.

Huang Dan frowned, he stopped when he walked to the door of the studio, looked back, but saw nothing.

The next day, Huang Dan came to the studio early, but the door was not opened, so he waited for a long time before Shen Liang came.

"Why are you alone, Lin Mao?"

"still sleeping."

Shen Liang didn't say anything, took the key and opened the door.

Huang Dan and Shen Liang walked in side by side. They seemed to be aiming at the same thing. They looked at a few paintings and fell into silence.

Lin Mao's head has no face.