I have a Secret

Lin Mao's parents both have high nose bridges, double eyelids, and regular facial features, but he has not inherited any of his parents' advantages. When he was a child, one of his parents joked that they picked him up from a vegetable field or a ditch, and he would Letter, also sad for a long time.

Because he is the worst in the whole family.

Gradually growing up, Lin Mao knew that he was still a bit like his father, but the good genes had not been passed on to him, and there were many people with similar situations, and he was not the only one with such a tragedy.

Lin Mao's eyebrows are thick, short, and thick. He has single eyelids, and his eyes are small and thin. There is a bit of cunning between the eyebrows and eyes. At first glance, it will make people think a lot. Feel.

But in the several paintings on the ground, the man has razor-sharpened eyebrows, double eyelids, elongated eyes, and a downward arc at the end of the eyes. There is a black mole in the eyebrow on the right, and the eyebrows are heroic. Appears honest and kind.

The studio was surrounded by a weird atmosphere.

When Huang Dan and Shen Liang saw the painting they drew last night, their faces changed.

When sketching a human head, all the charm of a person is displayed in the eyebrows and eyes. If this area is changed, it will be two completely different people.

That's not Lin Mao's face.

Huang Dan made a swallowing movement, the smell of soy milk still in his mouth, he knelt down and took his drawing board, touched the changed face with his fingers, and felt the touch on it with his fingertips.

It is the line of the pencil row, and it will be stained with a lot of pencil dust.

Huang Dan tried to imagine the situation when the man was painting, but found that he couldn't do it, as if he was blocked by something.

In fact, he wants to complete the task, and it would be better if this kind of thing continues to happen.

Only in this way can we find more clues and get closer to the target hiding in the dark.

In the days after Xia Wei became a model for the last time and his face disappeared, the studio was calm, Huang Dan was painting as usual, and he was very anxious in his heart. He couldn't wait for strange things to happen, but he didn't expect it to happen this morning.

The target is Lin Mao.

This result was expected by the Yellow List.

Xia Wei, Lin Mao, and Shen Liang are classmates. One is from a poor county. One died because he killed himself. Before he died, he had no face when he was a model. One was a model twice. Yes, still alive.

According to the order, Shen Liang is the fourth behind Lin Mao. Huang Dan wants to see if his face will still be there by then.

This kind of strange thing happened very targeted, without any cover-up, it was a kind of unscrupulous declaration, the other party was saying "I can do whatever I want, no one can stop it".

Huang Dan circled Shen Liang and Lin Mao, but this was temporary, until the mystery was finally solved, it was hard to say the answer.

bang——

A drawing board was kicked out and turned over heavily. Lin Mao looked like he had eaten shit, his eyes were about to pop out, and he roared angrily, "Damn it, who the hell told me what happened? thing!"

No one spoke.

Lin Mao seemed to be stepped on his tail. He lost his mind and started to go crazy in the studio, kicking and stomping on the drawing boards on the floor.

Teacher Liu walked out of the studio to call Teacher Zhang. After finishing the call, he didn't go back and went into the small studio next to him.

Huang Dan raised his hand and knocked on the door to enter, "Teacher, who is in the painting?"

Teacher Liu sat deep in the wooden chair, glanced at him through the messy paintings, "I don't know."

Huang Dan's eyes opened slightly, and he quickly covered his expression, "Could it be the person in the studio? There is still a difference between the sketch of a human head and a real person, and they won't be exactly the same."

Teacher Liu said no, and his tone was firm, "If there are people in the studio, the teacher can tell."

Huang Dan said, "That's weird. The other party wiped off the face we drew a few times ago, but this time they didn't wipe it off, but changed it to another face. Why did they do that?"

Teacher Liu rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and sighed, "Teacher is also very puzzled."

He seemed to be falling into the memory of a certain period of time, and soon came out of it.

Huang Dan caught it, "Teacher, was the door of the studio locked last night?"

Teacher Liu said it was locked, "I locked it myself and checked it before I left. There will be no problem."

Huang Dan stared at the man on the chair with inquiring eyes. He was a college teacher in his thirties. He was considered young. He was dressed in a different style. The weather turned cold, and he was still wearing a long shirt and cloth shoes.

Today's era is different from the past. Pursuing fashionable and fresh things, it is impossible to buy handmade old cloth shoes. Only the older generation can do it. The first time Huang Dan traveled to the countryside, he wore The soles of this kind of cloth shoes are not easy to hold, and you need to poke them one by one with a large needle. There are specific steps for making the uppers, and you have to paste newspapers in several layers.

Huang Dan thought, this Mr. Liu has a handy relative in his family, and he loves him very much.

Teacher Liu changed his sitting position, "Is there anything else?"

Huang Dan came back to his senses, and the inquiry in his eyes did not retract, "Teacher, do you want to call the police?"

Teacher Liu said no, "Ms. Zhang will come over later, let's discuss it and see if we can vacate the studio and put a bed in it, come on duty in turn, or change the lock of the studio."

The yellow list is clear, if the police is called and the matter spreads, it will not be good for the studio's reputation, and it may not be able to open next year, and the two teachers will lose a considerable amount of income.

Teacher Liu sighed, "Okay, go and appease Lin Mao."

Huang Dan walked out of the studio in response. He didn't go back to the studio immediately, but stood in the small yard, scanning everything around him. There were paints on the wall that nobody knew who got them, colorful ones, and dirty buckets piled up in the corner. The split paintbrushes and other items were left by the previous batch of students, and there were also a few dirty drawing boards.

Speaking of which, there are a batch of old drawing boards, paint boxes, palettes and other painting utensils in the studio. If the poor family can save a lot of money, it is a lot of money. They don't care how old or dirty they are, as long as they can make do with them.

Huang Dan stood in place, he looked at everything, studied everything, even if it was a small wild flower or a dead leaf in the corner, he still found nothing, feeling that he was always a headless fly, wandering around.

After hesitating for a while, Huang Dan asked in his heart, "Mr. Lu, I want to know whose face is that, can I exchange points for this information?"

The system gave a reply after a ding, "No."

Huang Dan asked again, "Then can you tell me, is there anything that can be exchanged for points?"

System, "Everything that involves the success or failure of the task is not allowed, except for this."

Huang Dan pursed his lips, that face was most likely the key clue for his mission, and he had to find a way to find out the owner of the face.

At this moment, Lin Mao's cursing came from the studio, which sounded harsh.

Huang Dan walked in quickly and saw that Lin Mao was getting nervous. He didn't want others to see that his face had changed into someone else's, so he tore off all the paintings and stood on them with two feet to cover the face. It was dirty and black, and I didn't know where to turn over a box of matches, cut it open and threw it into the painting.

Among the paintings surrounded by flames was Huang Danhua. His eyelids twitched, and a trace of remorse flashed in his eyes. When he left the studio just now, he should have taken the drawing board with him.

Huang Dan lowered his eyelids, remembering that face in his mind, he must find a chance to draw it as soon as possible.

Even if it can't be fully replicated, something is probably better than nothing.

Lin Mao looked at the painting burnt to ashes, he laughed, got angry again, cursed and spoke harshly, and greeted all eight generations of the ancestors of the person behind the scenes.

Shen Liang's painting was also burned. He neither dissuaded nor got angry. He sat on the board without saying a word, with his back to a group of still lifes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lin Mao wiped his face fiercely, "Why are you all fine, I'll be damned when it comes to me, fuck, who is playing me behind my back?"

Huang Dan approached, "Lin Mao, calm down."

Lin Mao pushed him away vigorously, "Why are you so calm? You said it nicely, and it didn't happen to you!"

Like Chen Shi, Lin Mao also did farm work since he was a child. He had calluses on his hands and was stronger than his peers. At that moment, he used all his strength, with anger that he had nowhere to vent.

Unprepared, Huang Dan was pushed backward by Lin Mao, and his back hit the corner of the easel. He hissed in pain and bent down in pain.

Lin Mao was panting heavily, panic appeared on his face, he was cowardly and selfish, occupying a large position, so he subconsciously evaded responsibility, "It's your own instability, it has nothing to do with me."

Huang Dan's painful lips trembled and he was speechless.

The easel fell to the ground and made a bang sound, which startled Shen Liang who was immersed in his thoughts. He raised his eyelids and looked at the crying boy squatting on the ground, and found that the clothes on his back were red and bleeding.

It seems that he saw it, but Shen Liang didn't take any action, his expression was indifferent and indifferent, and there was also an imperceptible gloating.

A meddling idiot, Shen Liang sneered in his heart.

When Zhou Jiaojiao came in, she saw the chaos in the studio. She stuffed the unfinished buns to her father, ran over and squatted down, and wanted to touch the boy but dared not touch him. There was blood on his clothes and he was injured.

"Shu Ran, Shu Ran, how are you? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Huang Dan also knew that his back was hurt, he was in so much pain now that his temples were twitching, "I'm fine."

Zhou Jiaojiao said nervously, "But you lost a lot of blood."

Huang Dan cried and said it was okay, the pain would be worse when he went to the hospital, it was like this in my impression, and the pain would last for a long time, so it's better to bear it.

Zhou Jiaojiao's eyes turned red, she turned her head and asked loudly, "Lin Mao, Shen Liang, did you hit Shu Ran?!"

Lin Mao glared at Zhou Jiaojiao like a big rooster with its neck pinched.

Shen Liang still had the same posture, a "don't look for me" repulsive look.

Zhou Jiaojiao bit her lip, her eyes shifted from Lin Mao to Shen Liang, and then back to Lin Mao, "Lin Mao, you don't know how Shu Ran treats you. You can't even see that he is injured. Have a look?"

Lin Mao's tone was very aggressive, "None of your business."

Zhou Jiaojiao was angry, she was about to lose her temper, but the person in front of her had already stood up and left.

Huang Dan cried as he walked out of the small courtyard, found a bench in the woods not far behind and sat down, with his back facing the intersection, weeping silently.

Zhou Jiaojiao was about to chase her out, but she didn't pay attention, and almost fell onto a group of still objects, but Zhou's father helped her up in time, "How old is she, why are you still so frizzy when you do things?"

"No, Dad, Shu Ran was crying a lot, and his back was bleeding. I'm going to see him."

Zhou Jiaojiao was worried, and ran outside as she spoke.

Father Zhou dragged his daughter back, "Don't go, let him take it easy."

Zhou Jiaojiao didn't understand, "Why? Now that Shu Ran is alone, he will feel better if I go."

Zhou's father said, "Student Zhang didn't want people to see him cry, that's why he went out, so don't go looking for him at this time."

Zhou Jiaojiao was suspicious, "Really?"

Father Zhou nodded, "Yes."

Zhou Jiaojiao curled her lips, "Every time I cry, I hope that there will be someone by my side to talk with me."

Father Zhou's eyes darkened, and he stroked his daughter's hair.

Zhou Jiaojiao scratched in her pocket, but couldn't find the candy. She remembered that the coat she was wearing was not the one she wore yesterday, and the candy was inside that coat.

"I don't know if Shu Ran is better..."

Muttering something, Zhou Jiaojiao turned her head to look, only to find that the drawing boards on the ground before she left last night were all thrown aside and turned upside down in a mess. She showed a surprised expression, "Who did it?"

Lin Mao turned his head guiltily, pretending not to hear, and secretly winking at Shen Liang.

Shen Liang crossed his arms and didn't intend to respond.

Seeing that the two of them ignored her, Zhou Jiaojiao scratched her head angrily, and bent down to find her drawing board.

The drawing boards are all the same, and almost everyone in the studio will mark them. Zhou Jiaojiao is no exception. There is a pattern of a rabbit head in the lower left corner of her drawing board. It is a big one. She copied it herself, so it is easy to find.

Zhou Jiaojiao turned the drawing board over, and found that the painting on it was gone, and there were some ashes beside it, with a few pieces of unburned shredded paper sandwiched inside.

She also turned over the other drawing boards, and the paintings were gone.

This look is man-made.

Father Zhou gave the steamed stuffed bun to his daughter, "Eat breakfast first, and we'll talk about it later when the teacher comes."

Zhou Jiaojiao said that she couldn't eat any more, so she put her drawing board on the easel, and went to pick up the yellow sheet, "Really, there are so many things in the early morning, I regret coming here to draw."

Father Zhou frowned, "Jiaojiao, you can focus on your studies now, don't think about it, the exam is coming up in a few months, you have to hurry up and learn more from the teacher..."

Zhou Jiaojiao interrupted impatiently, "I know, I know."

Seeing that neither Zhou Jiaojiao nor her father noticed that the teacher had arrived, Lin Mao heaved a sigh of relief.

Zhou Jiaojiao had been secretly keeping an eye on Lin Mao and Shen Liang, and when Lin Mao's change appeared, she caught him, "Lin Mao, did you create the painting on the drawing board?"

Lin Mao couldn't hear the last word, he blurted out, "Fuck you!"

Zhou Jiao was trembling all over, if her father hadn't stopped her, she would have rushed up and slapped Lin Mao, "Your mouth is so smelly, you went to the toilet to eat shit this morning!"

Lin Mao wanted to fight back, but Zhou's father spoke in front of him, with anger in his voice, "Student Lin, is this what your parents taught you?"

Pushing down the easel next to it, Lin Maoqing ran out with a grimace.

The atmosphere in the studio was awkward and stiff.

A sentence finally came out of Shen Liang's mouth, "Uncle, Lin Mao didn't mean it."

Zhou's father's face was very ugly, "It's alright, student Shen, don't speak well of that kid, I know his character very well."

Shen Liang frowned, "I'm really sorry."

Father Zhou said, "It has nothing to do with you, you don't need to apologize, classmate Shen, uncle gives you a suggestion, don't get too close to that classmate of yours, it won't do you any good."

Shen Liang smiled gently, "Lin Mao will never do that again."

Zhou Jiaojiao said coldly, "A person like him won't have a future."

Shen Liang glanced at her.

Zhou Jiaojiao also looked over, and said coldly, "What?"

Shen Liang didn't say anything, he just took his drawing board from the ground, sat on the seat and spread the drawing paper, he didn't pay attention when pressing the nails, and pricked his finger.

That blow actually didn't hurt very much, but Shen Liang's nerve endings trembled, he stared at the drop of blood on his finger, and put it in his mouth for a while to suck it.

Others came to the studio one after another. Last night, several people who participated in the sketching came to make a fuss about why the painting disappeared, who did it, and why it was so wicked.

The lower graders joined in the fun, chattering about installing a camera, calling the police, and not going back to hide in the studio at night to catch people on the spot, all talking nonsense.

It was quieter until the two teachers came.

Huang Dan cried for a long time in the grove, and returned to the residence with tears all the way to change his shirt. He asked Mr. Lu to buy medicine, the pain was not so bad, and the wound would heal soon.

The medicine was good, but expensive, and it cost him [-] points.

The yellow order asked Mr. Lu to check the inventory in the fly cabinet for himself. The chrysanthemum spirit was less than [-], and there were a lot of other products such as anti-cracking. The biggest trouble was that the points were running out.

That competition was the last time I traveled to the shared house, and the last time I was in the small shop, not to mention the competition, there was no feedback activity mentioned by Mr. System.

Wash off the tear stains on the face with a basin of yellow singles, wring out a towel and cover the red and swollen eyes, "Mr. Lu, if there is an event to give away the chrysanthemum spirit, please let me know, or you can sign up for me directly."

System, "Chrysanthemum spirit?"

Huang Dan said, "That's right, that's it."

System, "The side effects of that product are serious. After a long time of use, the body will develop a strong dependence on it. In severe cases, hallucinations will occur during use. Use with caution."

Huang Dan said, "My physique is quite special, and my pain nerves are different from ordinary people. Without it, I would be killed by the person I like."

System, "you can not do it."

Huang Dan shook his head, "No, the person I like likes to do it."

System, "Why bother to wrong yourself to help others."

Huang Dan said, "I haven't finished yet. Although I'm dying of pain, I'm dying of liking."

System, "So?"

Huang Dan said, "So I really need chrysanthemum spirits, the more the better, please help me pay attention to related activities or competitions."

System, "That's not within Lu's scope of work."

Yellow list, "..."

He said seriously, "I will work hard to complete the task and strive for the best interests of Mr. Lu."

System, "Ms. Lu always does business. If it is a large-scale event or competition for all hosts, host Huang will know."

Huang Dan, "Thank you."

Collecting his thoughts, Huang Dan wanted to pour a glass of water to drink, but the water bottle was empty, so he went to the teapot and poured out half a glass and drank it in one gulp.

The stove was very hard to get started. Every time Huang Dan and Lin Mao took a piece of coal with tongs and went to the second floor to find someone to replace it. They can't light it by themselves.

The water couldn't be boiled right now, so Huang Dan decided to go to the small shop at the entrance of the alley to buy a bottle of mineral water. He opened the door and went out, and met Qi Fang who was leaning against the railing of the iron stairs.

Qi Fang moved his nose, "You smell like blood."

Huang Dan paused as he closed the door with his backhand. This person has such a keen sense of smell. That time when Xia Wei died in the room, the fishy smell was so strong that it was disgusting. The other party's room was next to her, why didn't he notice it?

He covered up his emotions, "I was hurt a little."

Qi Fang took two steps forward, and asked with concern, "Are you okay? I see your eyes are red, have you been crying?"

Huang Dan said it was okay, "It's all right."

The two went downstairs together, walked around from the second floor to the first floor, opened the small iron door and went out.

Qi Fang put on a wild and rough appearance, bared his teeth, that smile gave him a very sunny feeling, "Zhang Shuran, do you have any misunderstanding about me?"

Huang Dan said, "There is no misunderstanding, I just simply don't like you."

Qi Fang, "..."

His face twitched, "Can I ask why? Could it be my beard? It doesn't suit you?"

"If this is the reason, the beard can be shaved off, although I will be very sad, after all, I have kept it for almost a year, and I have feelings."

Huang Dan said, "It has nothing to do with your beard, I don't like fortune-telling."

Qi Fang laughed loudly when he heard the words, "I was just joking, I don't know how to tell fortunes, really, I don't know anything about that, it's all made up."

Huang Dan glanced at him, "You didn't say that last time, you were dishonest."

Looking at the boy's back as he walked away, Qi Fang stroked his beard and grinned, "Isn't it honest? It's a little bit."

The next moment Qi Fang muttered, "Who isn't..."

Huang Dan went back to the studio, everyone was painting, if Lin Mao wasn't there, he really had the illusion that nothing happened in the morning.

Zhou Jiaojiao leaned closer, "Is it better? The back part is very troublesome. My dad just accidentally fell once and injured his spine. Now he is very uncomfortable."

"I'm ok."

When Huang Dan saw his drawing board on the easel, he knew it was done by Zhou Jiaojiao, so he said thank you.

Zhou Jiaojiao said, "Why are you being so polite to me? By the way, Shu Ran, have you seen the wound on your back? Is the wound big? .”

She spoke quickly, and said with concern, "If you need it, I'll ask my dad to go back and get it for you right now."

The yellow slip said it had been dealt with.

Zhou Jiaojiao felt relieved, "Lin Mao did your injury, and he also did the painting. I really don't know what's in his mind."

Huang Dan said, "The teacher is here."

Zhou Jiaojiao looked up at the door and saw that it was indeed here. She hurried back to her seat, picked up a pencil pretendingly, and continued to draw beer bottles.

It was not Mr. Liu, but Mr. Zhang. He walked around the studio twice and gave some pointers to the students.

Father Zhou warmly greeted Mr. Zhang.

Teacher Zhang was going to another student, but he turned around and went to Zhou Jiaojiao, and changed the perspective of the wine bottle for her, "Are you copying?"

Zhou Jiaojiao nodded seriously, "When I'm not sketching, I copy it in my room."

Father Zhou didn't help to set up the table, but even demolished it, "Jiaojiao, what happened to you, why didn't I see your father?"

Zhou Jiaojiao wanted to vomit blood, she smiled and said, "Dad, you are old and have a bad memory."

Father Zhou told her lazily, so he chatted with Teacher Zhang.

Not long after Teacher Zhang left, Huang Dan went outside to go to the bathroom, and Shen Liang followed him, "Shu Ran, Lin Mao is in a bad mood, he didn't mean it."

Huang Dan stopped, he was a little surprised, he didn't expect Shen Liang to apologize for Lin Mao.

Shen Liang patted him on the shoulder, "I don't know where Lin Mao went. He came back at night, so don't tell him about the morning, lest he go crazy again."

Huang Dan spoke suddenly, tentatively, "Are you worried about yourself?"

Shen Liang asked instead, "Why should I worry about myself?"

Huang Dan said, "Xia Wei, Lin Mao, and you, the three of you are classmates in the same place, and their faces are either gone or replaced. Are you afraid that such weird things will happen to you too?" on the head."

The smile on Shen Liang's face gradually disappeared, "Zhang Shuran, don't mind your own business."

Huang Dan didn't say anything, just looked at him.

Shen Liang felt uncomfortable being looked at, feeling as if his skin had been peeled off, exposing flesh and internal organs, "I now understand why Zhou Jiaojiao worshiped me at first, but now she's on your side."

Huang Dan asked with his eyes.

Shen Liang laughed hehehe, "Because you are fake like me."

Yellow list, "..."

Shen Liang smiled and said, "Yes, it's this expression, keep it up, and enjoy the feeling of being held up by girls as idols."

Huang Dan ignored his ambiguity, "If you need help, you can find me."

Shen Liang slammed his fist on the cotton, which made him more angry, feeling like a clown, "Don't put gold on your face, it won't stick."

Huang Dan didn't care, he hoped that this person could bring him clues, the more the better.

"Anyway, it's better to be careful."

"There's nothing to be careful about. Soldiers come to cover the water and earth."

Shen Liang said calmly, "Besides, no one in this world will die. You, me and other people in the studio will die. Instead of worrying about how to die, we should worry about how to live. go down."

Approval appeared in Huang Dan's eyes, "You are right."

Shen Liang was stunned, "I really don't understand you."

Huang Dan said, "Me too."

Shen Liang shook his head, if it was someone else, he would have already quarreled with him right now, he suddenly felt bored, and left without saying another word.

In the afternoon, a few people came and fiddled with the courtyard door of the studio.

When the big guys saw that the door lock had been changed, they all felt relieved, and within a few months they started the single-recruitment exam, and no one wanted anything bad to happen to them.

Lin Mao didn't come back all night.

Huang Dan guessed that Lin Mao stayed in the Internet cafe all night, but he still didn't see anyone the next day. He was worried that something might happen to him, so he went to the Internet cafe near the Agricultural University to look for him, and found him in an Internet cafe in Sanli'an.

Lin Mao didn't sleep, his eyes were bloodshot, and when he saw the pornography list, his head was numb, "Why are you here?"

Huang Dan said, "Come to find you."

Lin Mao plucked at his messy hair, "Looking for me? Do you want to settle the score? Come on, let's settle it."

He sat on the chair carelessly, "What do you want to do? Push me too? There is no easel here, and the corner of the table is similar. Hurry up, don't dawdle, get out after pushing, and don't disturb me playing games."

The network manager came over and told Lin Mao that he had no money, and asked him to top up the money.

Lin Mao's face darkened.

Looking at him like that, Huang Dan knew that he didn't even have a coin in his pocket.

Lin Mao was really penniless. He kicked a chair, walked out of the Internet cafe without making a sound, and squatted down on the side of the road.

Huang Dan walked away, and when he came back, he had a piece of bread and a bottle of water in his hand, and he handed them all over, "Eat something to fill your stomach first."

Lin Mao probably wanted to make a fuss, but his stomach growled uncontrollably. He lowered his head and took the two things away.

Huang Dan vaguely said sorry when he heard Lin Mao's voice.

After Lin Mao ate the bread, he was no longer half dead. He was still squatting on the ground, "Shu Ran, do you have anything to say?"

Huang Dan said, "Xia Wei killed herself."

Lin Mao picked up a stone and played with it in his hand, "Yes, she killed herself, not others, but she is still dead, isn't she?"

Huang Dan said, "The door lock of the studio has been changed, the sketches from last night are all fine."

Lin Mao pouted, "Of course they're fine."

Huang Dan said, "I asked the teacher, and he said he didn't know who that face was. Do you know?"

"The teacher doesn't know, how could I know."

The corners of Lin Mao's eyes were down, and Huang Dan couldn't see what was in his eyes.

After a while, Lin Mao stood up from the ground, "Go back, I'll take a look at your back, I'm so sorry."

Huang Dan said it didn't matter.

In the next few days, Lin Mao was a little nervous. He either followed Huang Dan or Shen Liang, and he would never stay alone.

Extremely insecure and uneasy at the same time, these two emotions spread across Lin Mao's face, everyone in the studio could see it, no one was joking, they would not make trouble for themselves.

Zhou Jiaojiao said it a few times, and seeing that Lin Mao reacted very strongly, like a lunatic, she didn't mention it again.

After more than half a month, there was nothing serious in the studio. Lin Mao found that he hadn't encountered any strange things. Except that his painting was worse, there was no difference in other things. He resumed his usual lively and lively.

With Lin Mao around, Huang Dan and Shen Liang never had a violent conflict.

The balance is not broken.

Next month NO.15 is an annual exam, which will be held in the city, and all the students in the studio will come for two purposes, one is to simulate next year's exam, so that students can get acquainted with the environment, and the other is to see Look at the painting level of each studio.

Huang Dan, Lin Mao, and Shen Liang ate together at the same table. They cooked three dishes, and they said that each person had a plate, and each of them ate their own food.

Some people eat very fast, Lin Mao and Shen Liang are both that kind of people.

Huang Dan was a different kind of person. He chewed slowly when he ate. He originally had a plate of food for himself, but before he could eat much, Lin Mao stuck in his chopsticks.

Shen Liang didn't do that, he hated Huang Dan's fried dishes.

Lin Mao ate the last few slices of shiitake mushrooms on the plate, and then went to eat some green vegetables, "When the time comes, invite people from school, have a meal together, and go to the Internet cafe to play legends all night, it will definitely be enjoyable."

Shen Liang said what to play all night, "It's so boring to play with them, maybe we can fight in the Internet cafe."

Huang Dan took a bite of the rice, poured the soup into a bowl and mixed it. On the day of the exam, he would see Chen Shi, and maybe he would be in the same exam room.

Xia Wei said that Chen Shi was good at sharpening pencils, like a work of art, he had never seen it before, and hoped to see it.

Shen Liang regarded Chen Shi as a strong enemy, and when he saw him, he couldn't hide his jealousy.

Not only Xia Wei, Lin Mao also said that Chen Shi was very good at painting, Huang Dan was very curious about how good he was, and how bad he was compared to the other party.

Huang Dan noticed two gazes, he raised his head, and saw that Lin Mao and Shen Liang had stopped communicating at some point, and they both looked at him with strange eyes, "What's the matter?"

Lin Mao seemed to have discovered a new continent, "Shu Ran, you are laughing."

Huang Dan said, "I'm happy."

Lin Mao tutted, "I didn't say, Shu Ran, you used to like to laugh. I farted in bed, and you could laugh for a whole day. Recently, I haven't laughed once. I have found it more than once. Pass Shen Liang, I thought you were dropped."

"Now you're not only smiling, but you're laughing so disgustingly, like a little daughter-in-law who misses her lover."

He seemed to be amused by his own words, shaking his shoulders and laughing, "Come on, tell us what's so happy."

Huang Dan said, "The city exam is coming soon."

"..."

Lin Mao couldn't believe it, "No way, people still like exams these days?"

Shen Liang said, "It seems that Shu Ran has a lot of confidence in this exam."

Huang Dan said, "Not sure."

This is the truth. When the housekeeper asked this question in the college entrance examination, Huang Dan answered those three words.

However, he played very well, and his score was higher than expected in the yellow list. When he was interviewed by the TV station, the host asked again, he still had those three words, and it was reported that he was modest.

In fact, the yellow list is really not sure.

Shen Liang thought he was lying, so he chuckled twice, "I'm not sure about it either, let's see how it plays on the spot."

Lin Mao rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, "You two are the two best painters in the studio, why don't you be so hypocritical in front of me? I almost spit out the two bowls of rice I just ate."

Shen Liang wiped his mouth with toilet paper, opened the door and left without saying a word.

Lin Mao was puzzled, "What happened to him?"

Huang Dan continued to eat, "I don't know."

The day of the exam is getting closer and closer. Although it is not linked to the results of the college entrance examination, it should not be underestimated.

Huang Dan was going to the studio, he looked at the person on the bed, "Are you going this afternoon?"

Lin Mao couldn't talk anymore, he was very sleepy, and his eyelids were glued together, "I'll sleep for a while, and when I'm full, I'll go to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet, and I'll go to the studio tomorrow."

Huang Dan said, "There is no rice at home, and there is no food."

Lin Mao's voice was indistinct, "Then when you come back from painting, go to the vegetable market to buy some."

Huang Dan took two twenty bills and put them in his pocket. He closed the door and found that he didn't bring the key, so he knocked on the door and said to the inside, "Lin Mao, can you see if the stove is turned off?"

Lin Mao's voice came from inside, "Closed."

The yellow slip hasn't left yet, "You open the window, otherwise the air inside will be bad."

After he had reached the second floor, he went up again and asked Lin Mao to open the door for him.

Lin Mao was very impatient and didn't go out under the covers, "Damn it, what else do you have to do? Can't you tell me all at once?"

Huang Dan said, "There was a stove in the room, if the ventilation is not ventilated, it will..."

Lin Mao interrupted him, "You'll be poisoned, right? You've said it eight hundred times, and I know it. You should go to the studio quickly, and stop talking nonsense."

Huang Dan went downstairs.

He ran into Shen Liang downstairs and greeted him casually.

Shen Liang was about to go upstairs and passed by Huang Dan.

Huang Dan turned his head, "Aren't you going to the studio?"

Shen Liang didn't look back, he was already walking towards the stairs, "No."

Huang Dan caught up with him, "Lin Mao didn't go either."

Shen Liang turned his head, "I'm going to copy the gouache in my room in the afternoon, not just sleep in."

Huang Dan said, "That's not what I meant. I want you to visit Lin Mao later. Sleeping for a long time is not good for your health."

Shen Liang looked over like he was insane, "I don't have that much time to spare."

Huang Dan's brows twitched, knowing that the other party had listened, he didn't say any more.

After going up to the third floor, Shen Liang stopped at the door of the room facing the stairs, he reached out and knocked on the door, "Lin Mao."

There was a snoring sound from inside, he twitched his mouth, and ignored it lazily.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Mao's consciousness became drowsy. He heard a voice, very close, as if someone was lying beside his pillow, putting his mouth to his ear, and shouting "Hurry up" over and over again. Get up" "Get up".

The voice was very anxious, even revealing a trace of concern, who wanted to wake him up?

Lin Mao slowly opened his eyes, and his consciousness became a little clearer. He found that he had difficulty breathing, his whole body was limp, and he couldn't use any strength in his hands and feet. He was so uncomfortable that he was about to die.

What's with the smell in the room?Isn't the stove off?I've obviously seen it.

People have feelings when they are about to die, and Lin Mao feels that way now, he knows that he has inhaled a lot of