I have a Secret

Usually, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Liu come to the studio in turn, and the two of them rarely appear at the same time.

After all, they are university teachers themselves, and the courses are long and short, full of indefinite numbers, leaving aside the two aspects of professionalism and rigor, and in terms of the guidance time alone, it is far inferior to those art teachers who only open studios.

The high school seniors who come to this studio are almost all aiming at the questions of next year's unified examination, because it is said that these two teachers will participate in the questions every year.

Knowing the topic before the exam, you can also watch the teacher make a model painting and draw a picture yourself. Compared with other people who knew nothing before entering the exam room, they have some advantages, at least they will not be blinded.

However, the polarization will be more serious, good paintings will be better, and poor ones will still be bad.

It is the so-called mud that cannot support the wall.

It was Mr. Liu who came over in the morning. He was still wearing a long gown and cloth shoes. He didn't feel awkward when thrown into the Republic of China street built by some film and television city, but it really didn't fit into this messy studio.

There was a layer of pencil dust on the ground, peeled plastic bags and other garbage here and there. A student's bucket was overturned, and there was a large area of ​​water there.

Mr. Liu picked the ground and asked as he walked, "Who was on duty yesterday?"

No one responded.

Mr. Liu usually gives people the impression that he is a very easy-going person. Another way of saying it is that he is easy to bully and has no dignity. He is not angry and asked again, "I ask you, who was on duty yesterday, does anyone know?"

Xia Wei raised her feet and put them on the wooden board under the easel, her short boots moved up and down, "Jiaojiao, is that you?"

Zhou Jiaojiao glared at Xia Weiwei. She puffed out one cheek and said inarticulately, "Teacher, I felt sick to my stomach yesterday."

When she spoke, the steamed stuffed bun in her mouth sprayed out.

Pfft, a few boys next to me couldn't hold back their laughter.

Teacher Liu waved her hand, telling her to finish the food in her mouth without choking, "Who's here today?"

Xia Wei said, "It's me."

Teacher Liu ordered, "Then you go outside and get a mop in, mop the water on the ground, and then sweep the garbage on the ground."

Xia Wei was dumbfounded, "No, teacher, it's not evening yet, isn't it all cleaned after class?"

She pouted, "I'm going to start painting."

Zhou Jiaojiao groaned, "You didn't even take out the drawing paper, and drew on the drawing board?"

Xia Wei said in a volume that only she could hear, "Zhou Jiaojiao, if you don't talk, no one will treat you as dumb!"

Zhou Jiaojiao replied with the same volume, "I want to tell you this too."

Xia Wei snorted, turned around and smiled at Teacher Liu. She looks good, and she even put on colored lip gloss today. This smile is really like the person in the book, "Teacher, can I go this afternoon?" Cleaned before?"

Teacher Liu shook his head, wondering what is the difference between cleaning early and cleaning late?He didn't care about it, "All right, as you like."

Xia Wei made a scissors hand to Teacher Liu's back. She proudly took out the red MP3, pulled out the earphone cable, and hummed "I Don't Want to Grow Up".

Zhou Jiaojiao gnawed off the last bite of the steamed stuffed bun, "Selling your luster."

Xia Wei smiled very brightly, "Have you figured it out yet?"

She put earphones on one ear, "By the way, Jiaojiao, you bought three bottles of nail polish for one yuan, right? That kind of nail polish is too bad. Look at you, it falls off quickly after you put it on. It's so ugly. It's better not to paint."

Zhou Jiao's hand trembled delicately, Xia Weiwei's eyes rolled, and she moved her easel to the yellow sheet.

"Damn Xia Wei, she said that I bought three bottles of nail polish for one dollar. How could that be possible? She also said that I looked ugly with nail polish even though it cost one dollar a bottle!"

Zhou Jiaojiao picked at the nail polish that had almost fallen off her nails, "My hands look like this, what can I do, besides, what's wrong with my hands being fatter and my fingers shorter, I can see that he is a hardworking and simple old man, what do you say?" right?"

"Xia Wei's hands are slender and long, just like her face, they look unscrupulous. They said they were born with a brush and a hand that knows how to draw. Hmph, in the end, it's not that the drawing is very rubbish."

Seeing that the person next to him didn't fart, Zhou Jiaojiao bumped him with her elbow, "Hey, Shu Ran, did you hear me?"

The pencil that Huang Dan just sharpened broke, "..."

Zhou Jiaojiao stuck out her tongue and snatched his pencil and knife, "I'll sharpen it for you."

But Zhou Jiaojiao's usual pencils are almost all sharpened by her father. She sharpened Huang Dan's pencil with pits and broken refills, which is not very helpful.

Seeing that the pencil was being sharpened and shortened, and he could no longer hold it, Huang Dan said, "Forget it, let me do it."

Zhou Jiaojiao was embarrassed, and was going to take one from the pencil bag of the toolbox to Huang Dan, when she heard Xia Wei's voice, "Shu Ran, here you are."

Huang Dan glanced at the pencil in Xia Wei's hand, it was thin and comfortable to look at.

Xia Wei hehe, "That's right, I have been a teacher, but the master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual. I only learned a little bit of the master's superficiality. The pencils he sharpened are really beautiful, like works of art."

Lin Mao leaned over, "Both Shen Liang and I can testify that Xiao Wei's master is not only good at sharpening pencils, but also good at drawing, and he doesn't need a teacher to guide him."

Zhou Jiaojiao didn't believe it, "It's real, it's better than Shen Liang's painting? Then why don't you come to the studio with you?"

Xia Wei put the pencil on the small stool next to Huang Dan, "I don't need the teacher's guidance anymore, do I still need to come here to waste time?"

Zhou Jiaojiao tutted, "Then he is in the same class with you? When did you learn art? Junior high school? Or did you start at a young age? If you don't even need the teacher's guidance, then you have at least five or six years of painting foundation."

Lin Mao said, "He is a repeat student."

"According to what I know, he was just exposed to art at about the same time as us. This is the difference between talented and untalented."

Zhou Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, with a teasing expression on her face, "You're so good, it's all about talent, why do you repeat it? It's fine if you don't go to the Academy of Fine Arts, and you can't even pass the undergraduate exam?"

Xia Wei lowered his eyes, "He didn't sign up for any school's single recruitment."

Zhou Jiaojiao knew that there were people who were so self-confident and overwhelmed, "Isn't there still a unified strategy?"

This time Xia Wei didn't speak, it was Lin Mao who said, "On the day of the unified recruitment exam, he saw a car accident on the road, passed out on the spot, and missed the exam."

Zhou Jiaojiao seemed to be joking, "Who would get dizzy after seeing a car accident? I once met a cat that was crushed by a car, and its internal organs were rotten. I didn't even stand aside to eat and drink."

Her nonchalant look, as if replacing the cat with a human would not be a problem.

Huang Dan, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyes, "Xia Wei, Lin Mao, that repeat student you said is afraid of cars?"

"Yeah, he is very afraid of cars. It has reached a kind of, how should I put it, it is abnormal, and he needs to take medicine."

As Lin Mao said, he organized his words and thought of a way to describe it better, "He is usually a ruffian, quite arrogant, and not easy to mess with, but when he sees a car, he immediately becomes a different person. , it’s kind of scary anyway.”

Xia Wei seemed to remember something, and his face turned pale, "Well, it's scary."

"I've been in the car with him twice, and before he got in the car, he would be very nervous. After the car started and stopped, he kept his eyes closed, trembling all the time, and his face was covered in cold sweat. His face is as pale as a ghost, really, I'm not exaggerating at all."

Lin Mao spat and said, "What's even more outrageous is that sometimes he was talking to us, and when he heard the sound of the car's engine, something would go wrong."

Zhou Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and said, "Then he had a car accident before, which left a psychological shadow, or something happened to his family. This situation is definitely a psychological effect."

Xia Wei scratched her palms and said softly, "I asked my master, and he said no."

Zhou Jiaojiao said it was impossible, "Your master must not have told you the truth, if it wasn't him, then he was a very important person."

Seeing that Xia Wei looked over, she shrugged, "It's always been played like this on TV, why seeing your lover die in a car accident with your own eyes will leave a deep shadow, and you can't overcome it at all. Car, even afraid of hearing the sound of the car moving, it is very miserable."

Xia Wei said firmly, "Don't be ridiculous, my master doesn't even have a first love."

Zhou Jiaojiao said, "Xia Wei, you're just kidding, you're not his, why did you tell you?"

Xia Wei wanted to say that she had investigated secretly, and she couldn't be wrong. The master just didn't have a first love, and he didn't like a girl, but she didn't say it out, and felt that there was no need to tell Zhou Jiaojiao about it.

"Last year, he was the best painter in the studio. There are a lot of his paintings on the wall. The teacher thought it was a pity for him, and said that if he had time, he would come and paint for everyone."

Lin Mao turned his head and shouted, "You say yes, Shen Liang."

Shen Liang turned his back to them, facing the drawing board, and picked up the line draft of the beer bottle with a pencil, "Yeah."

Zhou Jiaojiao admired Shen Liang from the bottom of her heart, and felt that good paintings are very good. She saw that Shen Liang admitted it, so she believed what Lin Mao told Xia Wei, and couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed.

"It turns out that there really are people like that. It's so pitiful. If it weren't for that problem, he would have been in the Academy of Fine Arts this year."

Xia Wei pushed up the black-rimmed glasses without lenses, "It's not pitiful, and it's not your turn to sympathize. You should improve your painting skills so that your father's face won't hurt when you are criticized by the teacher." I don’t know where to put it.”

Zhou Jiaojiao stared at Xia Wei's figure, "Shu Ran, Lin Mao, listen, is Xia Wei speaking human language?"

"She speaks human language, you don't."

Lin Mao glanced at Zhou Jiaojiao, "Why did you add a dead letter in front of Xiaowei's name, you are not so familiar, besides, this is not flirting between lovers, it sounds weird weird."

Zhou Jiaojiao wrinkled her nose. She has an apple face. Although she is not as beautiful as Xia Wei, she looks very cute. When she is unhappy, she will not arouse the disgust of others. "You are from the same county, and you are also from the same school. , definitely stand by her side."

"Shu Ran, let's call."

Huang Dan remained motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhou Jiaojiao was speechless, "Lin Mao, Shu Ran has been in trouble since yesterday, I don't know what's going on."

Lin Mao rubbed his chin, "He is advancing by leaps and bounds, and he uses his brain excessively, and needs to let go anytime and anywhere. People like you who live without brains will not understand."

Zhou Jiaojiao, "..."

Lin Mao cursed suddenly, "Fuck, I almost forgot the business, let Shen Liang go to the teacher and tell us about the alteration of our paintings, we can't let that bastard get away with it."

He pulled Shen Liang up and walked outside, "Go, go, talk about it."

Shen Liang broke free, "Why don't you say it yourself?"

Lin Mao's eyes were originally very small, and when he smiled, there was only a gap left, giving him the feeling that he was planning something bad, and there were so many small calculations, "I can't compare with you."

"Student Shen, my drawing is so bad. It is definitely useless to talk to the teacher. You are different. You are the first in the total score of each exam, and the first in everything in sketching and gouache sketching. The teacher thinks highly of you. There is a The teacher will take care of whatever you say."

When Shen Liang heard this, the corners of his lips raised, "Just wait."

The studio is next to the studio, and it has three things in common with the studio. One is the small space, the other is the messy environment, and the third is poor sanitation. There are plaster and painting utensils in it, and a lot of paintings are piled up on the table in a mess.

Teacher Liu sat on a carved wooden chair and listened to Kunqu opera, holding a cup of tea in his hand. When he saw Shen Liang coming in, he asked what was the matter.

Shen Liang told him about the alteration of the painting.

Teacher Liu is not surprised, he also had a student days, "Are you sure the door is locked?"

Shen Liang said that he was sure, he was not guilty at all this time, "Zhang Shuran was the first to come to the studio this morning. When I came, he was waiting at the door, and the lock was hung on the door."

Teacher Liu put the celadon teacup on the table, "Does Teacher Zhang know about this?"

Shen Liang said he didn't know.

Teacher Liu asked, "Why didn't you tell Teacher Zhang yesterday?"

Shen Liang pursed his lips, "We... We thought that this kind of thing would never happen again, so we didn't mention it to Mr. Zhang. After all, we are all in the same studio. It's not good to be stiff. I didn't expect that person to Dare to do that."

Teacher Liu looked at the students in front of him, "So, do you think the people in the studio did it?"

Shen Liang scratched the back of his neck, "At first I thought it was a college student, but I think if the other party deliberately tricked us out of boredom, he probably wouldn't use the same trick a second time."

Teacher Liu didn't ask any more questions, he called everyone in the yard.

First, I briefly talked about the past two days. Teacher Liu said with his hands behind his back, "Since you have chosen this studio, you must learn to paint hard. I don't care if the people in it are jealous or because of something, it is wrong to do so." Yes, I hope everyone will supervise each other in the future, and don't let anyone make any trouble before the exam."

His voice sank, and his face became serious, "If there is another time, I will punish severely!"

When the big guys returned to the studio, they started whispering, guessing who did this dirty trick, and those who suffered the most must be excluded. Among the remaining people, who is the most suspect?

As far as jealousy is concerned, it is understandable to destroy Shen Liang's painting, but the others... are completely unnecessary.

No, the one who has made great progress in the past two days is also worthy of envy and envy. As for Xia Wei, why did she come to paint? She came to the catwalk. Zhou Jiaojiao and Lin Mao can't explain it all. Anyway, they won't pass the exam next year.

Huang Dan didn't say much in the morning, and he didn't even notice that he got pencil dust on his hands and rubbed it on his nose.

Lin Mao laughed out loud when he saw it, and said, Shu Ran, why are you so stupid?

The yellow sheet is like everyone else, writing the initials and the date of the day on the corner of the drawing paper, "What?"

Lin Mao looked at his paintings, "Sure enough, God is fair. Your paintings are amazing, but people have become stupid."

Yellow list, "..."

Lin Mao said, "Go back and teach me, let me learn and understand."

Huang Dan said, "Yes."

Lin Mao watched him stand up, push the stool in and then turn around to leave. It took him a long time to murmur in disbelief, "Hey Zhang Shuran, I just said it casually, you really agreed, you are so loyal..."

Shen Liang said slowly, "Do you think others are as selfish as you?"

Lin Mao patted him on the shoulder, "Who are you talking about? Who is selfish?"

Shen Liang put the watch on his hand, "Whoever hears it will say it."

Lin Mao gritted his teeth, "Those girls still say that you are a gentleman like jade, bah, you are a hypocrite with a double heart and a heart of a beast!"

Shen Liang turned cold, "Okay, Lin Mao, isn't it because your goddess chased me back and was rejected by me, did it hurt your self-esteem? Is it necessary to remember it until now?"

Lin Mao raised his middle finger to Shen Liang.

When he turned his head, he found Zhou Jiaojiao was looking at Zhang Shuran's painting while changing his own, so he twitched, "Jiaojiao, what are you doing?"

"You think I want to? It's all forced."

Zhou Jiaojiao erased all the hard lines cut out, and re-drawn according to Zhang Shuran's drawing. After such a change, she felt that the boundary line between light and dark and reflections were handled much better. Sure enough, it was easier to copy, but it was too difficult to draw from life.

"My dad said that he won't give me pocket money if I can't make it into the top [-] in the exam at the end of this month."

Lin Mao tut tut, "Uncle's trick is really ruthless, and it will definitely save a lot of money by the end of the year."

Zhou Jiaojiao blew off the rubber scraps on the paper, and said impatiently, "Go, go, don't disturb my drawing."

Shen Liang stretched his neck to have a look, "You can't even draw the shape correctly, why change the lines?"

Zhou Jiaojiao's attitude was completely different from when she was facing Lin Mao, and she laughed like a red apple, "Then you teach me."

Shen Liang put his hands in his pockets, "There is no teaching, only more practice."

Lin Mao was happy to see Zhou Jiaojiao deflated, and he said to Shen Liang, "Please help me change it."

Shen Liang turned back to the easel, took off the painting on the drawing board, put it on the long table in the corner, and put it together with his other paintings, "I can't change it."

Lin Mao curled his lips, "What's the air? He came this afternoon, and I asked him to change it for me."

Shen Liang paused for finishing the painting, "Isn't he not coming to the studio?"

Lin Mao was taller than Shen Liang, so he easily put his elbow on his shoulder, and jokingly said, "Why, I'm afraid he will steal your limelight, Shen Liang, I really didn't mean you, you put on such a shameless face in school. It doesn’t matter if you look good, everyone here adores you, but you must hide your jealousy, otherwise it will be very embarrassing.”

Shen Liang pushed his elbow away without a word.

The force was so strong that Lin Mao was caught off guard, and when he stepped back, he stepped into the bucket. He howled frantically, "Damn it, this is the Bonwe that I bought for less than a week—"

At the sink, Huang Dan was washing his hands with soap, and by the way he was washing the pencil dust off his nose. He saw Xia Wei not far away, wiping his boots with a wet paper towel.

The boots were off-white, with a black spot on the front, which was stained by pencil dust, and it was difficult to wipe off.

Huang Dan flicked the water off his hand. Looking from his angle, he saw Xia Wei's side face. I don't know if it was because of the white dress on her body, or because of the makeup she put on. Very white.

Xia Wei noticed Huang Dan's gaze, twisted her neck and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

The yellow slip was not as embarrassing as being caught, he stepped forward, "Pencil dust is not easy to wipe off, go back and use washing powder to make bubbles."

Xia Wei said it was annoying to death, I really hate drawing.

Huang Dan searched the memory of the original owner, but found no relevant information. He asked in a casual tone, "Then why do you want to learn painting?"

Xia Wei removed the shredded paper from her boots, stood up and said, "I don't want to be in class."

Huang Dan was stunned, he thought that Xia Wei would say that she was forced by her family, and hoped that she would take an undergraduate degree, or that her own culture was poor, so he had to take the road of art and work hard, but he didn't expect it to be the answer.

Art students spend less time on culture classes than Pu Wen Pu Li.

Huang Dan's eyes were half-closed, and he found that Xia Wei's face was paler when viewed from such a close distance, which made the energetic and confident smile on his face look a little strange.

Xia Wei smiled and rolled her eyes, "Are you still watching?"

She groaned, fingering the big earrings on her ears, "I know I'm pretty, but if you keep staring at me like this, I'd be embarrassed."

Huang Dan opened his eyes slightly, "You..."

Xia Wei's smile remained the same, thinking that there would be a confession, she had already figured out how to refuse, and she often did it by herself, "Huh?"

Huang Dan said, "You have a bug on your neck."

Xia Wei said, "What?"

Huang Dan pointed at her neck, "The bug, the match head is so small, it's sucking blood on your neck, don't you feel any pain?"

Xia Wei realized it later, she scratched her neck in panic, and screamed.

The insect didn't know where it went. There were several scratches on Xia Wei's neck, all of which were bleeding. She scratched it herself, and the skin was still under her nails.

Huang Dan didn't have a mobile phone, but Xia Wei did. He borrowed it and searched the Internet and handed it over, "If I'm not mistaken, it's this idiot."

Xia Wei knew what the bug was, but she was not so afraid. She pinched her nails and went to the sink to wash it. "It's disgusting."

Huang Dan asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Xia Wei said it was all right, and she groaned, "It's disgusting, Shu Ran, can you help me get the bag hanging behind the drawing board?"

The yellow slip went to get it for her.

Xia Wei quickly cut off her nails. She breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Huang Dan before responding to other people who came to see the situation.

At this moment, Xia Wei smiled beautifully, standing like a star in the crowd, attracting the attention of others, as if she wasn't the one who yelled just now.

Huang Dan withdrew his gaze and temporarily saved all the messy information.

He thought of the person Xia Wei told Lin Mao, and his nerve endings trembled slightly, wondering if it was...

Lin Mao felt that the reason why his state power suffered was due to Shen Liang. He didn't go to the other party's room to play at noon, and his heart was burning.

Huang Dan was about to take a nap, but Lin Mao wanted to drag him out to play.

The campus of the Agricultural University is very large, and there are only a few people on the basketball court who are dribbling and passing the ball, sweating, and the yellow sheet is pulled in by Lin Mao, and they watch the game together.

Lin Mao looked itchy, "There's a small supermarket over there, I'm going to buy basketball, shall we have a game?"

Huang Dan shook his head, "No."

When he was in school, he spent his spare time reading books, and he didn't like to make himself sweaty.

Lin Mao scolded, "Zhang Shuran, are you going to let me go? Isn't it you who kept saying that you want to compete with me a few days ago?"

Huang Danxin said, it's not me.

Lin Mao waved his hand, "Forget it, Chen Shi said he would stay here for two days, and then I'll go play with him."

Huang Dan knew that Lin Mao was referring to the repeat student who was very good at drawing and was very afraid of cars, "Is he born in Chenshi?"

Lin Mao said, "It's not Chen Shi, it's Er Dong Chen, the time of time."

Huang Dan said, "Understood."

Lin Mao saw a boy jumping up from the ball hoop and dunking with one hand, so he stood up excitedly and jumped a few times, shouting hello.

Huang Dan was not in the mood to watch the game, "What is he doing here?"

"Visit relatives."

Lin Mao sat back on the steps, gasped and said, "Damn, I wish I could be higher, and my jumping ability is also average. Hey, unlike that kid Chen Shi, I can't cover him when he jumps up and throws the ball." .”

Huang Dan wanted to ask more questions, but Lin Maoren had already rushed to the playground.

In the afternoon, Lin Mao didn't talk to Shen Liang either, he held grudges and was small-minded. He didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with him in the morning.

Huang Dan was not in the studio at the time, so he didn't know what happened between Lin Mao and Shen Liang. He asked Zhou Jiaojiao, but the other party only said that it was because of some kind of goddess, the brothers turned against each other, and it was a big drama.

There are several groups of still lifes in the studio. Most of the fruits on display are fake, and a few are real. They range from fresh to shriveled, thrown away and replaced with fresh ones, and sometimes they are eaten by people.

Lin Mao secretly ate a small orange and found a fake one to replace it. He hurriedly destroyed the body and turned his drawing board to the yellow sheet, "Shu Ran, how are you doing?"

Huang Dan flicked his paintbrush in the bucket and took a look, "The color is dirty and has no inherent color."

Lin Mao scratched his hair, "Damn, help me change it."

Huang Dan said, "The paint is a bit difficult to cover, I will try it when your painting dries."

Huang Dan only changed a bunch of grapes for Lin Mao, which danced very well in his painting, and anyone with a discerning eye could see the tricks in it.

Lin Mao's eyes narrowed, and the small abacus crackled, "You change one, it's better not to change it, the teacher will come over later, he must know that I didn't draw it."

Zhou Jiaojiao probed, "Don't worry, the teacher won't look at it when he comes, for fear of blinding his eyes."

Lin Mao, "..."

Zhou Jiaojiao asked Huang Dan to look at the painting, "Shu Ran, take a look at my drawing this afternoon, isn't it good?"

Huang Dan said, "There should be some violets in the reflection of the dark part."

Zhou Jiaojiao's savvy is not bad, she can understand it as soon as she speaks it, and she can grasp it when she understands it. She hooked Violet and stroked a few strokes on the reflection, "It's done."

Throwing the pen and palette into the bucket, Zhou Jiaojiao acted like a baby to her father, "Dad, I'm hungry, go and buy me something to eat."

Father Zhou said angrily, "I know how to eat all day long."

Having said that, he walked out of the studio without delay to buy food for his daughter.

Xia Wei sighed, and was highlighting with pure white paint, lighting a large area, "Jiaojiao, I really envy you, my father doesn't care about my life or death."

Zhou Jiaojiao stopped ponytailing, "Envy me? Are you kidding me? My dad treats me like a prisoner every day. I can't go here, and I can't go there. Didn't you see that?"

Xia Wei began to draw a white line on the reflection of everything, flashing, "I don't know the blessing when I am in the blessing."

Zhou Jiaojiao snorted, "I really don't know who is in the blessing and does not know the blessing."

"Look for yourself. There are a few Marley paints that can be used in the studio. You can buy more than a dozen bottles of white paint at a time. It doesn't matter who uses it. And your famous brand, basically the same clothes, Xia Wei, Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Xia Wei laughed, "Jiaojiao, this time I finally admit that you are jealous of me."

Zhou Jiaojiao's face turned red, and she said angrily, "Crazy, I don't bother to talk to you!"

The yellow sheet next to him was surprised. He came here yesterday. Up to now, he has seen these two girls have similar quarrels many times. From time to time, he will be sarcastic, but he has never really turned his face

The same goes for Lin Mao and Shen Liang, who have never really done anything.

It seems that apart from the relationship of studying painting in the same studio, there is some kind of connection between these few people, so that no matter what happens, they will not be completely deadlocked.

After a while, Xia Wei's cell phone rang. She answered the phone and took the bag away with one hand, "Are you at the station? I'll pick you up. It's all right. I've finished drawing. Really, what are they doing?" Ah? Can I go alone..."

After Lin Mao came back from the bathroom, he rubbed shoulders with Xia Wei. Hearing her words, he ran in and called Shen Liang, "Walk, go, go to the station to pick up Chen Shi!"

Shen Liang was scraping the dry paint in the paint box with a knife, without raising his head, he said, "Take him as an ancestor? I want to go to you, but I won't go."

Lin Mao took off his pocket knife, "What's the matter, we're going to eat out together at night."

Shen Liang walked out with his shoulders hooked by Lin Mao, "I don't have any money with me."

Lin Mao said, "When the time comes, it will be shared equally, and I will pay for your share. It's interesting enough. If you are a brother, don't force it anymore."

Huang Dan's voice sounded from behind, "Lin Mao, you didn't take your bag."

Hearing this, Lin Mao immediately ran back to get the canvas bag, and he said afterward, "Shu Ran, do you want to go?"

Just as Huang Dan was about to speak, Zhou Jiaojiao rushed ahead of him and said, "That's from your school, and Shu Ran doesn't know him, so he didn't want to join in the fun. Maybe it's better to put a hot face on a cold butt, right? Of course."

Lin Mao said, "That's fine, I'll..."

Huang Dan interrupted Lin Mao, "My gouache painting is finished, there is nothing else to do anyway."

Zhou Jiaojiao watched the two of them go out together, and couldn't help but say to her father, "That repeat student must be very proud, why would Shu Ran go, isn't this just making yourself uncomfortable?"

Father Zhou said, "It's not a bad thing to make more friends."

Zhou Jiaojiao curled her lips in disapproval, changed a piece of drawing paper and started drawing practice.

It was a long way from the Agricultural University to the station. Shen Liang suggested taking the bus, but Xia Wei refused, saying that he had already arrived at the station, and he didn't know when he would arrive by bus.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll pay for the car."

As soon as Xia Wei said this, he thought it was unnecessary to take a taxi just now, and it was boring. Lin Mao and Shen Liang, who were not comfortable with the bus, both shut their mouths.

The yellow sheet was rushed to come up, and he didn't participate in that kind of discussion.

A taxi was stopped by the roadside at the school gate, Xia Wei sat in the front, and Huang Dan and the others went to the back seat.

"Sister, go to the station."

After Xia Wei finished speaking, she called, "We have already set off and will arrive soon, no, we agreed to pick you up, that's all, don't run away by yourself."

The back seat is quiet.

Huang Dan and Shen Liang sat by the car door, and Lin Mao sat between them. If the car bumped, his head might hit the roof of the car. He has a prickly hair, and he arranges his hair every once in a while.

There was only Xia Wei's anxious voice in the car, "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

The driver was a middle-aged woman. She joked, "Student, I am a four-wheeled car. I don't have wings, so I can't fly in the sky."

Xia Wei's face flushed, "On the Internet, it says it will only take about 20 minutes."

The middle-aged woman said with a smile, "The National Day is not over yet. If there are too many cars, it will be easy to get stuck in traffic."

Xia Wei was speechless.

The middle-aged woman looked at the road conditions, "Student, are you going to pick up your boyfriend at the station?"

Xia Wei said no, so she didn't say anything else.

When she arrived at the ground, Xia Wei rushed to the front. She ran, her long hair fluttering behind her shoulders, and her two long legs in black stockings were very eye-catching.

Lin Mao muttered, "She wants to, but it's a pity that Chen Shi doesn't mean anything to her."

Huang Dan didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Lin Mao put his hands behind his head, "Luohua is intentional, but flowing water is ruthless, isn't that what you say, Shen Liang?"

Shen Liang has been sullen since he got off the car, he walked at the end, walking very slowly, "Well, that's what I said, you understand the meaning better than me."

Lin Mao cursed.

Huang Dan and the others were waiting at the door, and after a short while, they saw Xia Wei coming out of it, and there was another boy beside him.

The boy was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, and a pair of basketball shoes on his feet. He pocketed with one hand, bowed his head sideways, and said something to Xia Wei, with the broken hair on his forehead, covering his eyebrows and eyes docile.

But the moment the boy raised his head, arrogance and sharpness shot out, and meekness was just an illusion.

Probably because he took a train, the boy's face was pale.

Huang Dan was originally squatting on the steps like Lin Mao and Shen Liang. When he saw someone coming, he stood up, squinted his eyes, and used a probing look.

Lin Mao jumped over the yellow sheet and ran up, chatting and laughing with Chen Shi, "My roommate is here too."

When Huang Dan heard Lin Mao calling his name, he stepped closer and stood in front of the boy. When he was looking at the boy, his gaze could only fall on the other person's Adam's apple, so he had to look up.

A boy's hoarse voice sounded above his head, "Shu Ran, hello."

Huang Dan looked at the hand that was stretched out. He reached out to hold it, but when he felt a rough touch, he forgot to let go.

Lin Mao and Xia Wei next to him didn't know why.

In the end, Shen Liang came over slowly, Chen Shi withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket again, which broke the weird atmosphere.

The group found a restaurant and had a meal.

The boys eat a lot, the four of them ate a lot, Xia Wei ate the least, and she secretly paid for it.

Chen Shi rubbed his eyebrows, "Xia Wei, didn't you tell me to pay for it?"

Xia Wei smiled, "Not much money."

Lin Mao's dog-legged laugh, "Miss Xia, accept me as your younger brother, I promise to follow suit for you."

Xia Wei said disgustedly, "Open your eyes first."

Lin Mao gave her a supercilious look.

Chen Shi turned his head and found that the young man was looking at him. He stroked the rim of the wine glass, "Since the station, you've been looking at me like this. Why, have we met?"

Huang Dan said, "No."

He recalled the scene when he left the station. There were many cars parked outside, and the boy showed an obvious change. His hanging other hand was also put into his pocket, and it was in the shape of a fist.

After getting into the car, the boy's condition was even more serious than what Lin Mao described.

Huang Dan sat next to the boy, and he didn't dare to talk to him, because he was on the verge of collapse and would go crazy at any time.

After eating a mouthful of food, he went to look at the yellow list again. Right now, the boy looked like a normal person, with a lazy arc on the corner of his mouth, and he looked like a different person from the car.

Noticing that the young man's eyes were complicated, Chen Shi lit a cigarette and took a sip skillfully, "Lin Mao, your roommate is quite cute."

Huang Dan noticed the boy's little habit, he would take the cigarette case, turn it on the table twice, and then put the lighter on.

Lin Mao thought that his roommate would be upset, after all, no man likes to be described as cute, but he seemed to have made a mistake, "Shu Ran, are you not angry?"

Huang Dan said, "Don't be angry."

Lin Mao's jaw almost dropped to the table, "Damn it, you really...even want to bully you now."

Huang Dan said, "You can't bully me."

Listening to his serious tone, Lin Mao didn't close his mouth for a long time.

Xia Wei interjected, "Lin Mao, why are you bullying Shu Ran? What a nice guy he is."

She changed out her white skirt at noon, and she wore a red plaid shirt with a collar and loose hair that could cover the scratches on her neck, but her face was still very white.

At this moment, Shen Liang, who had rarely talked since Chen Shi appeared, farted.

The food on the dining table has not been removed, and there are two dishes that have just been served for a while, and they are still steaming. That fart is too inappropriate.

Xia Wei pinched her nose, "Who is it?"

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