I have a Secret

Most of the houses in this area are old houses, which will be demolished in a few years, exuding a rotten smell. The landlords are a group of people from the bottom of the society. They rely on rent collection to make a living. There is nothing in other houses However, the house on the west side was in bad luck.

The landlord lived downstairs, and only went out with his rice bowl when he heard the commotion outside, thinking it was just a commotion, but he didn't expect to kill someone, and he was still his tenant.

There was a crisp sound that exploded at the landlord's feet, the hot food fell all over the floor, and the braised pork inside was scattered and rolled down.

Three or five people were about to go home. When they passed by, they saw corpses in a pool of blood. They all ran away screaming, and trampled the braised pork on the ground to pieces. Some stuck to the soles of their shoes, and some were squeezed into the cracks of bricks. Inside, it's disgustingly nauseating.

The police came as soon as they received the report, and the team led by Wang Qi.

He was standing inside the cordon smoking a cigarette, and after taking two puffs, he suddenly looked up and met the boy on the third floor.

Huang Dan didn't look back. He saw a few people squatting beside Lin Mao to examine him. He couldn't hear what they said. It must have been something like confirmation of death. After a while, Lin Mao was carried away, and the back of his head was ticking. Yes, blood dripped all the way.

Wang Qi, who was downstairs, took the first look. He negotiated with his colleagues and learned that the deceased was first poisoned by carbon monoxide, and then fell to his death.

Wang Qi looked up again, and the boy was still standing at the railing, with a blurred expression on his face, but he didn't seem to be afraid. He didn't remember what the boy's name was, but he just remembered that a girl died in the corner room on that floor last time. , the other party was one of several people who were taken to the police station.

It was hard to understand, but there were only four rooms on that floor, and there were five people living there. In less than a month, two of them died.

If Wang Qi remembers correctly, the two who died were high school classmates who came to City H from the county on the same day to draw in a small studio in the Agricultural University.

Wang Qi led people upstairs, and Huang Dan knew that Shen Liang and Qi Fang were staying in their respective rooms.

Shen Liang's hair was slightly messed up, and his clothes and pants were all wrinkled, as if he had been tucked into the bed like that before. He looked like he had just woken up, "What's wrong?"

After Wang Qi finished speaking, Shen Liang found Huang Dan and asked him for confirmation, his voice trembling, "Is Lin Mao dead?"

Huang Dan noticed that Shen Liang's pupils were tightly locked and his eyes were wide open, so he nodded, "Yes."

Shen Liang took a step back, the blood on his face faded instantly, "Impossible!"

Huang Shan pointed downstairs, and his eyes stayed on Shen Liang, "Lin Mao is still in that car now, you can see him now."

Shen Liang didn't go, he pinched his little finger nervously, his voice stopped shaking, but his breathing became more chaotic, "How did you die?"

Huang Dan said, "It fell from the side of the railing."

Shen Liang yelled sullenly, "What about you? Why didn't you catch him?"

Huang Dan said, "I didn't catch it."

Shen Liang's tears fell to the ground, he leaned his back against the wall and slowly squatted on the ground, covered his face and began to cry with trembling shoulders, that kind of crying.

Huang Dan's eyes flashed. When Xia Wei died, Shen Liang's eyes were only a little red, but this time he cried so sadly.

They are also classmates, boys and girls, boys and boys, these two friendships may not be the same, or there may be other reasons in it, the yellow list has not been found yet.

Wang Qi and his two colleagues have not spoken to each other for a long time, neither of them came from their youth, and there are a few buddies who have both sides.

Shen Liang didn't cry enough, Qi Fang came out, he was wearing plastic black sandals, wearing shorts and a vest, he didn't feel cold at all, and he still yawned when he spoke.

Knowing about Lin Mao, Qi Fang went to Huang Dan, stretched his neck to look down, and saw the pool of blood downstairs, he frowned, and turned his body away.

Seeing Wang Qi and the others looking over, Qi Fang bared his teeth and said weakly, "I'm a little dizzy."

Huang Dan was thoughtful.

Qi slowed down and reached out to pat Huang Dan's shoulder, tightening his fingers and squeezing, as if silently comforting.

Huang Dan didn't feel his comfort, but only felt the pain. As a history major, his only pleasure is playing the guitar. No matter how strong his hand is, he almost caught up with Chen Shi.

So one more person cried.

Compared with Shen Liang's collapse and pain like opening the gate to release water, Huang Dan's eyes were red, and he shed two or three tears, and the depressive gasping was negligible.

The next morning, Huang Dan and the three were taken to the police station to make statements. This was the second time.

When Lin Mao fell from the building, someone happened to see it, no one pushed him, he turned it down by himself, otherwise the yellow slip would be listed as a suspect for interrogation.

Wang Qi put away the notes, and found that the boy didn't mean to get up, so he said firmly, "You have something to say."

Huang Dan said, "I left the studio in the evening and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. When I climbed to the second floor, I looked up and saw Lin Mao standing unsteadily on the railing upstairs. He told me that he He was almost poisoned by carbon monoxide, and said that someone called him to get up, otherwise he would not be able to get out."

He paused, "At first Lin Mao thought it was me who called him."

Wang Qi put down his notes and unscrewed the pen cap habitually, "Is there anyone else in the room?"

Huang Dan shook his head, "No."

Wang Qi pinched the pen, "Who is calling him then?"

Huang Dan said, "I don't know."

Wang Qi leaned back, "When a person is extremely hypoxic in the brain, he will have symptoms of tinnitus, and it is impossible to hear the sound clearly, unless he yells loudly over and over again, maybe he just doesn't want to die. There’s a certain awareness.”

Huang Dan didn't speak.

Wang Qi looked at the boy across from him again. Last time the girl died, he was very calm. This time, the roommate had an accident, and the other party still had no emotional ups and downs. "What do you want to say?"

Huang Dan said calmly, "I want to say that if Lin Mao doesn't come out, his life will not be in danger."

Wang Qi smiled and shook his head, "He inhaled a large amount of carbon monoxide, and if he stays in the room, how could his life be in danger?"

Huang Dan looked into the man's eyes, "I'm back."

Just as Wang Qi was about to get up, he shook his fingertips on the edge of the table. That’s right, the young man has returned, and the deceased will be rescued as long as he waits. "Then what do you mean... this is murder?"

Huang Dan didn't speak again.

The atmosphere surrounding the two of them suddenly became weird.

Wang Qi's half-squatting position didn't last long, and he sat back on the chair again, "You said you went to the studio in the afternoon, and the deceased was sleeping in the room, and the door was closed, right?"

Huang Dan said, "That's right."

Wang Qi said, "In other words, before you came back, you didn't know if anyone came to look for the deceased."

Huang Dan said, "Yes."

Wang Qi put the cap back on the pen, twirled the pen, and tapped on the notebook, "You also said that you reminded the deceased before you left to check whether the stove was turned off."

Huang Dan nodded, "Not only that, I also asked him to open the window."

Wang Qi continued, "My people went to the room to check. The windows are closed and the stove is still burning."

He shrugged, "It doesn't rule out that the deceased just agreed verbally, and didn't take it seriously at all. He thought it was just a stove, and no one could die."

Huang Dan said that he fell into silence again.

Wang Qi gave him a rare analysis, "The deceased said that someone was calling him. This information cannot be verified, but his carbon monoxide poisoning is what his body told us. testimony."

Huang Dan sighed.

Wang Qi said, "I know that you and the deceased are roommates and have a good relationship. You are both high school seniors and will take the college entrance examination next year. What a pity."

Huang Dan pursed his lips, knowing that this conversation was coming to an end.

Wang Qi added, "It's getting colder and colder, but you can't burn the stove in a closed space, and open the windows for ventilation."

Huang Dan said, "I know."

The young man left, but Wang Qi was still sitting on the seat. According to the meaning of the young man's words, someone knew that he was coming back, so someone called the deceased to let him go out, and knew that he would fall over the railing?

how is this possible.

Wang Qi smiled and shook his head, the child's thinking was too illogical.

He shivered suddenly, the deceased did not die from the poison, he struggled desperately to get out of the room, thinking that he would not die, that he was fine, but he still couldn't escape from the clutches of death.

It was as if there was a hand manipulating it in the dark. If you deserve to die, you must die, and it cannot be changed.

Wang Qi leaned on the back of the chair, let out a long breath, and finally let himself out of the weird thinking.

Xia Wei died in the room at the beginning, not many people witnessed that scene, Lin Mao was different, he just lay on his back on the ground, many people saw it.

This matter spread in the alley, in the school, and in the studio.

Everyone couldn't believe it. Two people died within a month. One killed himself, and the other died accidentally. They were shocked, but also sighed. What's the matter? There are murders every year, especially this year a feeling of.

With hard fruit candy stuffed in Zhou Jiaojiao's mouth, she said in an indistinct voice, "He still owes me two boxes of white paint."

Some girls couldn't stand it anymore, "Jiaojiao, Lin Mao is gone, why do you still say such things?"

Zhou Jiaojiao looked down at her newly bought MP3, "I'm just talking casually, maybe I have to go underground to ask him for it?"

The others laughed heartlessly.

Lin Mao's drawing board was put together with Xia Wei's, and they were all piled up in the corner, waiting for someone to pick them up and use them.

The road of art is paved with money, and some people spend a lot of paint, drawing paper, brushes and so on. Xia Wei uses some expensive painting tools. Her Marley is three yuan a box, which is worth as much as It's a plate of food in the restaurant. If you eat in the school cafeteria, many girls can't spend three yuan a day. Who can buy and use it casually like her.

Xia Weiyi died, and her family didn't show up, so her painting tools were taken away by the people in the studio.

Not to mention Xia Wei, even Lin Mao's dirty toolbox, buckets, paints and other things are wanted by someone. I don't know who got them, and I don't care if they are used by dead people.

Usually everyone’s paintings are placed on a rectangular table in the corner, except for a few girls who will roll them up and tie them with rubber bands, the others are very casual and messy, but fortunately, everyone’s paintings have their own signature, it won't be hard to find.

Both Xia Wei and Lin Mao's paintings were under the pressure, and no one touched them.

Some people saw Zhou Jiaojiao flipping through the paintings on the table, and asked if anyone had seen Lin Mao, and thought she was having a seizure, "Jiaojiao, why are you looking for his paintings?"

Zhou Jiaojiao flipped through the paintings and said, "When I was a model before, Lin Mao's paintings were changed by Teacher Liu. I want to find them and keep them for myself."

"Is there anything to look for, won't it be your turn soon?"

"Yes, it will be yours soon."

Zhou Jiaojiao touched the pencil dust in one hand, there was a lot of dust in the air, and there was a faint musty smell, she wrinkled her nose, "Who knows if the teacher will change it, I think I'd better find it."

The others didn't care about her any more, they chatted, listened to music, drew pictures, talked about love, and passed the time in their own way.

Huang Dan and Shen Liang didn't go to the studio, they packed their things and prepared to move.

The landlord couldn't explain it all. The residents on the second floor moved a few times. Two people died upstairs. Those who were timid would feel very uncomfortable. When they slept at night, they would have the illusion of being stared at from top to bottom.

Huang Dan moved to the alley at the back, this time living on the first floor with a small yard, he never thought that before he finished packing his things, he saw Shen Liang coming with big and small bags, the person next door to him that room.

Shen Liang was taken aback, "What a coincidence."

Huang Dan looked towards the entrance of the small courtyard, and there was something even more coincidental.

Qi Fang was carrying the guitar, holding the suitcase in one hand, and the plastic bucket filled with water bottles and bottles and cans in the other. When he saw Huang Dan and Shen Liang, he was stunned for a moment, and then he showed his white teeth, "It's you guys. ah."

Huang Dan said, "There are many houses in the alley."

Shen Liang held a bunch of keys in his hand, "What do you mean by that?"

Huang Dan said, "I just think it's a coincidence."

Shen Liang didn't give him a good look, "Don't talk like someone is rushing to you, if I knew in advance that you were going to move here, I wouldn't even enter the courtyard door."

"Besides, I still don't know who comes first."

There was a cold light in his eyes, "Lin Mao is dead, you can't wait to move away, you are ashamed, you forgot to turn off the stove and closed the window when you went out that day, how could he be poisoned? If not Poisoned, how could you accidentally fall from the railing?"

Huang Dan said, "I told the police, if you have any other ideas, you can ask the police."

Shen Liang's face suddenly darkened, "You think I didn't say anything? No one will believe me, Zhang Shuran, if you want people to know, you have to do nothing!"

Huang Dan said, "That's right, if you want people not to know, you have to do nothing yourself."

Shen Liang's breathing was short, a crack appeared on his gentle and clean face, an invisible finger poked it, and the sharp nails dug into the crack, peeling off his whole face, and only the ugliness was exposed. and ferocious.

The atmosphere was tense, and Qi Fang hurriedly smoothed things over, "Fate, it's all fate."

"The houses here are a bit dilapidated, but with a small yard and no need to climb up and down the stairs, it must be comfortable to live in. From now on, the few of us will..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Liang opened and closed the door.

Huang Dan went back to the house, took the washbasin to the sink to catch water, he needed to wipe the tables and chairs inside.

Qi Fang put down his suitcase and bucket and walked over, looking inside curiously, "Hey, your room is bigger than mine, how much is it?"

Huang Dan brought the basin in, "Two hundred."

The house is as big as the previous one, and can be used as two rooms with a curtain. The price is not twice as expensive, because it is the ancestral house of the landlord's old lady. Although it has been painted, the walls are still made of cement, without plaster. The windows are all old-fashioned wooden windows, and the wooden slats stuck on the glass below are almost rotten and have not been replaced.

Qi Fang clicked his tongue, "It's not cost-effective, why don't you find someone to share the rent with? Hey, if you find me, I won't rent that house, and share this house with you, and the rent can be shared equally to save a lot of money."

Huang Dan said, "I have a roommate, but he hasn't come over yet."

Qi Fang, "..."

The footsteps at the door left, Huang Dan cut several pieces of clothes he didn't wear and used them as rags, and simply cleaned up the house. He sat on the only chair, feeling quite cold, not as warm as the small room.

Although the room is big, the ratio of length to width is not very good. The bed can only be placed vertically, with the end of the bed facing the door and the head of the bed facing another window in the room. Outside is a shared house shared by several male college students, cooking and so on. Right at the door, the smell of smoke will waft into Huang Dan's room.

Moreover, there are rented houses nearby. Someone is walking around, and you can see him sleeping on the bed if you stretch your head.

The yellow sheet rummaged through the original owner’s belongings, divided a bed sheet into two, and hung it for the front and rear windows, temporarily using it as a curtain. A curtain was drawn.

After doing this, Huang Dan didn't feel so cold standing under the yellowed light.

Huang Dan didn't take any of Lin Mao's belongings with him when he moved, and left them there. Lin Mao's parents would take them back. He opened the door and went out to get some air in the yard, while taking a look at the two rooms next door.

It turned out that on that floor, Huang Dan lived between Qi Fang and Shen Liang, but this time the order was messed up, and it was Shen Liang who lived in the middle.

The stairs leading to the second floor are dilapidated. The gray-haired landlady lives upstairs with an old voice. She came back upstairs on crutches without saying a word. They all have a breath of life.

Without Lin Mao, the studio was not as happy as before. The rustling sound of the pencil rubbing against the drawing paper became clearer.

When he was gone, everyone realized that Lin Mao's quarrel was a good medicine for them to relieve their fatigue. Now that it was gone, they couldn't find another substitute for a while, and they were really not used to it.

The last time it was Shen Liang's turn to be a model, he made the excuse that he was not feeling well. No one came to the studio, but the people behind him came up that night. The painting was not damaged, and everything was fine.

This time there were still more than a dozen people arriving in Shen Liang, but he was already absent-minded. He accidentally cut his hand while sharpening the pencil, and a hole was pulled out, and blood gushed out immediately.

Huang Dan took a band-aid and handed it over, it was given to him by Zhou Jiaojiao, it had never been used.

Shen Liang covered the wound with toilet paper, "No need."

The corners of Huang Dan's lips twitched. This person is like a soldier, and he doesn't trust anyone. It's a way of self-protection. He is afraid, so scared to death.

But the other party didn't leave the studio, maybe it's useless to know whether to leave or not?

Probably not. Judging from Shen Liang's reaction so far, Huang Dan may just have some guesses, which have not been confirmed yet, and he is also secretly looking for answers.

Huang Dan thought of this mission, which was issued by the dead Lin Mao, and always felt that there would be unexpected results later.

Zhou Jiaojiao's voice brought Huang Dan back to his senses, and she said unwillingly, "Why did you give Shen Liang the band-aid I gave you?"

Huang Dan said, "His hand is broken."

Zhou Jiaojiao curled her lips, "It's broken, it's not a big hole. Last time, the clothes on your back were stained red with blood. How did he do it? He didn't move, he didn't even look at it!"

She sighed, "Shu Ran, you are a good person."

Huang Dan shook his head when he heard this, "I'm not." After all, he approached with a purpose, and his thoughts were not pure, so he couldn't be considered a good person.

Zhou Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, "Stop teasing, Shu Ran, if you're not a good person, I really doubt that I don't know the word good person."

She stuffed two candies into Huang Dan's hand, "Eating too much candy is bad for your teeth."

Zhou Jiaojiao laughed out loud, "Why are you just like my dad?"

Huang Dan didn't peel off the sugar, "Where's your dad?"

Zhou Jiaojiao lowered her eyelids, picked at the nail polish that had almost fallen off, and couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, "I have something to do at home, I'm going back."

Huang Dan glanced at her thick and short chubby hands, "You don't want your dad to go back?"

Zhou Jiaojiao immediately said how it was possible, her tone was still very excited, "I wish my dad wouldn't come over, so I can do whatever I want."

Huang Dan looked at her and said nothing.

Sensing Huang Dan's gaze, Zhou Jiaojiao raised her head and showed him a smiling face, full of youth and feeling uncomfortable.

Lin Mao's funeral was held on the 6th, and he was buried on the mountain behind the house.

Huang Dan saw Chen Shi in the open space in front of Lin Mao's house. He stood with a few classmates in the school, turned his head and said something, with a serious expression.

There was a circle of blue under Chen Shi's eyelids, and the stubble on his chin was unshaven. He followed the people from the school by bus, and he hadn't set off yet. Did not rest well.

When I got off the bus, it was a tractor that pulled bricks and pigs and everything, chug all the way, and arrived here in disgrace.

Chen Shi is also a rural person. He has suffered a lot. It doesn't matter if his butt is bumped or his eyes are blinded by sand. It's just that those few trains cost him half his life. When the tractor stopped, he crawled and rolled to the haystack with his hands and feet Going up, just slowed down a little bit.

Seeing Huang Dan from a distance, Chen Shi didn't come over, but just nodded to say hello.

Huang Dan came with Shen Liang and rarely spoke. His gaze passed over where Chen Shi was standing, and then he looked back.

I missed Xia Wei's funeral last time, but Lin Mao caught up with it this time. Many people came, including his relatives, Fa Xiao, classmates, eating at the table in the yard.

Mother Lin's eyes were swollen and she kept wiping away tears. Father Lin's emotions were not so exposed to her, but the wrinkles on his face were full of age and fatigue.

When Huang Dan entered the door, he obviously felt hostility and repulsion in the eyes cast on him. Those people probably had the same idea as Shen Liang, thinking that Lin Mao would be poisoned, and there was his reason.

Huang Dan had expected it before coming, and he still wanted to come, and he also brought three purposes, one is to observe Shen Liang, the other is to get in touch with Lin Mao's hometown, find out the address, so that he can come here secretly if necessary in the future, and the third is for himself For private matters, look at Chen Shi.

Huang Dan sat at the same table with the villagers, ignoring the strange eyes and discussions around him, he ate a couple of casual bites and went out.

The air in the countryside was very good. Huang Dan took two deep breaths and smelled the smell of firecrackers. As he walked forward, voices came to his ears, one of which was very familiar to him.

For some reason, Chen Shi had an argument with Lin Mao's parents, and Lin's father raised his hand and waved it over.

Before Chen Shi could take any countermeasures, a figure approached from the left, and he was pushed away.

That blow was actually not heavy. Chen Shi sat on the ground stupidly, as if all the strength in his body had been taken away, and he didn't move for a long time.

Why is it so familiar...

Who also pushed him like that?Protect him with yourself?

Chen Shi's head hurt so much that he had to press his temples on both sides vigorously with his hands.

Huang Dan got father Lin's slap, it missed his face, but his back, it still hurt so much that he burst into tears.

Lin's father worked all year round, with great strength, but he was still angry. He saw that the boy was beaten and cried by himself, and his breath was stuck in his throat. eye sockets.

After all, he was not a vicious person, Father Lin dragged Mother Lin away.

Huang Dan found that the person on the ground was motionless. He thought he had pushed the other person somewhere and hurt him, so he cried and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Shi came back to his senses, "I still want to ask you, what are you doing here all of a sudden?"

Huang Dan asked without answering, "Why did Lin Mao's father beat you?"

Chen Shi played it lightly, "His parents felt that their son's death had something to do with you, and I heard it, so they couldn't help but stepped forward and said a few words."

Huang Dan sniffed, he knew it was not just a few words, this person must be on his side, which made Lin Mao's parents so angry.

Chen Shi looked up and found the boy staring at him, "What are you looking at?"

Huang Dan said strangely, "You are crying."

Chen Shi stretched out his hand to wipe it, his hand was wet, his eyes widened, with a ghostly expression on his face, and he said after a while, "It's saliva."

Huang Dan said, "Can the saliva come out of the eyes?"

Chen Shili was confident, his ears blushed, "Others can't, but I can. Why, do you have an opinion?"

Huang Dan's voice was full of tears, "No problem, do you have toilet paper? Give me some."

Chen Shi gave him all the toilet paper in his pocket, "You cry so much, why don't you carry toilet paper with you?"

Huang Dan blew his nose, "Forgot."

He stopped crying, and found that Chen Shi was still crying, without any sound, just crying silently, that was very sad, and people would feel sad when they saw it.

Chen Shi cursed, "Damn it, too much saliva, leave me alone, let me finish it myself."

Huang Dan couldn't laugh or cry, and returned the rest of the toilet paper to him.

On the day of the exam, Huang Dan and Chen Shi were in the same exam room, and the seats were random, so they sat together.

Chen Shi's pencils were all sharpened, and when he took them out of the pencil case, they attracted many people's attention.

Huang Dan looked at it, and Xia Wei and the others were right. The pencils Chen Shisha made were thin and long, and the wood chips were cut evenly. They really looked like works of art.

Chen Shi also saw Huang Dan's pencil, and it was almost chewed by a dog, so he clicked his tongue, "It's so ugly."

Huang Dan hummed, "You cut it nicely."

Chen Shi didn't expect that not only would he not be angry, but he would also respond seriously. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he took out the eraser, "Well, thank you."

Huang Dan was taken aback, and after a few moments, he realized that Chen Shi was referring to the thing he blocked for him last time, "You're welcome."

Chen Shi asked casually, "Which examination room is Shen Liang in?"

Huang Dan said he didn't know, "I only saw him go upstairs."

Chen Shi said, "Is your teacher here?"

The yellow sheet is here.

Chen Shi asked again if he was sure about the half-body sketching in the morning. The intention of talking out of nothing was a bit obvious, and even he himself couldn't see it.

Huang Dan acted as if he hadn't noticed, and answered every question he asked seriously.

Chen Shi thought to himself, he is really a serious person, and he looks a little obedient.

Not long after, the teacher came in with the model.

The model is a young girl in her 20s, with short hair, wearing an army green casual jacket with the zipper at the neckline.

Huang Dan and Chen Shi sat side by side, and the angles of the two were almost the same, and they were the best three-quarters.

Chen Shi's paintings are very delicate and gentle, completely different from his own impression. When he paints, he only moves the pen and rarely uses the eraser.

Huang Dan looked at it several times. He liked the boy's painting style very much, and hoped that he would have the opportunity to let the other party draw a picture for him in the future.

When Chen Shi finished painting, Huang Dan was still dealing with the broken hair around the model's cheeks.

The other candidates in the examination room were all drawing in front of their respective drawing boards, and no one made a lot of noise, making it difficult for themselves.

Chen Shi folded his legs in boredom, and found a handsome young man looking at him. He felt familiar at first, and then recognized that it was from the school.

The boy smiled at Chen Shi, seeming very confident.

Chen Shi's face was expressionless, and when he didn't want to laugh, the corners of his mouth would twitch lazily.

Slowly, Chen Shi discovered that the young man next to him was not only dawdling in eating, but also dawdling in painting. The others had almost finished painting, and he was still painting the corners of the model's eyes.

Chen Shi lowered his voice, "It's almost done."

Huang Dan's pen didn't stop, he had to draw until the last minute, "I didn't draw well."

Chen Shi said in a volume that only he could hear, "The painting is very good, trust me, if I am first, you will definitely be second."

Huang Dan said, "I want to be number one."

Chen Shi, "..."

He suppressed his laugh, "If you take the first place, I will..."

Huang Dan said, "Wait until I get first place."

Chen Shi didn't hold back, and laughed like a fool. Fortunately, his face was so handsome, and he had a maturity that other boys didn't have, so he didn't cause any disgust or roll eyes.

After leaving the examination room, Huang Dan went to eat with Chen Shi, and there was an extra tail behind him, that was the handsome boy.

After chatting a few words, Huang Dan knew that this young man was the same kind of person as Shen Liang.

The meal was not very comfortable, Chen Shi and Huang Dan separated, and they didn't know where they were going.

Huang Dan found a step and sat down, put the painting bag and toolbox aside, and looked at the other candidates idly.

Shen Liang walked towards him, with a picture of amnesia, and he couldn't remember the stiff posture before, "How did you do in the morning exam?"

Huang Dan said, "Not bad."

Shen Liang asked, "I seem to have seen Chen Shi just now, are you in the same examination room?"

Huang Dan nodded, "Yes."

Shen Liang raised his eyebrows, "Then have you seen his paintings?"

Huang Dan said he had seen it.

Shen Liang put on a very casual tone, "What do you think of his paintings?"

Huang Dan said, "The painting is very good."

Shen Liang smiled, "After all, he is a repeater, and he has studied a year longer than us. If you ask me, we are a bit disadvantaged when fresh graduates take the exam with the repeaters."

Huang Dan frowned.

After Shen Liang left, Huang Dan saw Zhou Jiaojiao, she was talking and laughing with two girls diagonally across from her, she seemed to be a classmate.

The yellow sheet was about to pass, so he stood up on purpose and moved to a conspicuous place.

Sure enough, Zhou Jiaojiao found Huang Dan and waved to him happily.

Huang Dan put the painting bag on his back and approached with a toolbox, and was dragged by Zhou Jiaojiao to introduce to her classmates, saying that it was the best painting in the studio.

The eyes of the two girls looking at the porn sheet immediately changed, with exactly the same admiration and curiosity.

In order to find out information about Zhou Jiaojiao, Huang Dan, a boy, insisted on mixing among the three girls, chatting with each other.

The relationship between Zhou Jiaojiao and the two girls is very good, this is the first point that Huang Dan understands.

The second point is that Zhou Jiaojiao liked Shen Liang before, this was something Huang Dan didn't expect, he thought it was just a kind of admiration for boys who are good at painting.

"I was blind before, so don't talk about it."

Zhou Jiaojiao stopped the two girls from continuing to joke, her complexion was not very good, "Oh, it was fine, why did you mention him."

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Huang Dan didn't know how to find a topic, and when he saw Chen Shi sweeping towards him, his eyes were dark, he greeted Zhou Jiaojiao and the others and left.

The two girls looked at Zhou Jiaojiao and at the boy who left, they whispered to each other.

"Jiaojiao, don't you empathize with me."

"Moved to that person."

Zhou Jiaojiao turned around and left.

Afternoon is gouache, topic on paper, an office chair, a piece of burgundy cloth, a bottle of Pepsi, three to four apples...

After Huang Dan finished drafting, he glanced at the person next to him and found that the other person had already started to color, so he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

So fast?

Chen Shi seemed to see what he was thinking. The big brush in his hand kept adding color to the top, and he wrote very accurately without sloppiness. "It's you who are too slow."

Huang Dan twitched.

He wants to take first place in both subjects, it is very difficult, the opponent is too strong.

Same as in the morning, Chen Shi was the first one to finish the painting. He was about to wash the brush, but found that the tone of the boy's dark part was not adjusted properly, and he forgot to find a complementary color.

Frowning, Chen Shi opened the paint box, held the palette in one hand, tapped it a few times with the other, and when the young man looked over from the corner of his eye, he adjusted the color in front of him.

Huang Dan said softly, "We are competitors."

Chen Shi threw away the palette and pen, "Draw yours, classmate Zhang."

Huang Dan followed Chen Shi's instructions and covered up the dark parts. He leaned back a little, squinted his eyes to look at the painting, and found that the whole painting was much softer.

After the exam, Huang Dan said, "Don't look for a hotel at night, go to my place to sleep, no money."

Chen Shi almost fell down the steps, he coughed, and turned his head with usual laziness, "Going to your place? I'm afraid you'll eat me."

Yellow list, "..."

In the end, Chen Shi still went to Huang Dan's residence. They were very tired after taking both exams, and they didn't have the energy to play the guessing game, so they lay down on the double bed and fell asleep after washing up.

But they didn't sleep together, they slept separately.

Huang Dan was woken up at night, he pushed the leg off his body, and put it on again after a while, very heavy, "Chen Shi?"

The boy at the end of the bed slept like a pig.

A faint sigh sounded in the darkness, and the quilt moved the next moment, and the yellow sheet went to the end of the bed.

Chen Shi has been doing farm work since he was a child, and he has developed the habit of getting up early. Others go to self-study in the morning, and after washing their faces, their eye feces are still sticking out around their eyes, and their faces are full of lovelessness, but it is not a problem for him at all.

At around five o'clock, Chen Shi woke up. He opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a face, which was sleeping soundly, with the corners of his lips curled up. He didn't know what dream he was having. He married a rich man, took a beautiful lady, and gave birth to a bunch of dolls.

An inexplicable idea appeared in his mind, Chen Shi wanted to laugh, but found that he didn't laugh, and his brows were unconsciously frowned.

It's not that it's not fun, boring, but unhappy.

Chen Shi's complexion changed.

A few seconds later, the bed vibrated violently. One was pushed out of the bed, and the one who was pushed leaned back and hit the wall.

The bed was very low, and the floor was dirt. When the yellow sheet fell, it didn't hurt, but Chen Shi hit the back of his head with a bump.

Chen Shi took a painful breath, "You must have come to beat me, kid."

Huang Dan got up from the ground, patted the ashes off his body and continued to go to bed, hugging a corner of the quilt to sleep.

Chen Shi, "..."

After a while, Chen Shi kicked the boy with his back turned to him, "The sun is shining on your butt, how long are you going to sleep?"

Huang Dan said, "The alarm clock didn't go off."

Chen Shi changed his posture and straightened his long legs, "Aren't you going to show me the bag on your head?"

Huang Dan said, "Don't rub it, it will be fine."

Hearing his tone, with a very experienced look, Chen Shi's face twitched, "Don't sleep, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

boy suddenly turned over