all things

"You're so ugly now." Weng Lin jumped down from the steps and stood in front of him two steps away, looking up at him, "Why haven't you come back for nothing for so long? You don't grow your hair any longer. All bald!"

In the past two years, Taiwanese idol dramas have become popular in the mainland. The male protagonists in them are all paired with fair-skinned, fair-skinned, and flowing-haired princes. I think that after returning from military training, although the essence of stinky beauty has not diminished, the aesthetics have been greatly affected. The impact, the style of painting changed from "hardcover" to "rough" and then it was out of control, and it was difficult to reverse it back.

Although Shen Yunjia had tossed a lot of skin care products with whitening effect, he stopped after his skin color faded to wheat color, and spent a lot of effort to maintain this color - his original natural skin color was fair, How did Weng Lin know that in order to maintain this pretentious wheat-colored complexion, he had to insist on a certain amount of daily exercise in the sun.

Every man has a dream of a prodigal son with a Zara beard, and he takes it as a matter of course to turn himself into a "tough guy" with black skin and short stubble, and he never tires of it. If it weren't for the school's strict control of appearance, he would still try to grow a beard Stubble——

This is a far cry from the so-called handsome boys that girls are looking for nowadays!Although some people also think he is handsome, Weng Lin is obviously not a member of this wave of people.

People who show off have their own aesthetic system, and they hate being judged by others, especially Mr. Bian, who is blindly confident in his own vision. He didn't need to talk to Weng Lin in detail before, and now he doesn't. .

So he waved his hand impatiently, "Let's go, don't go back too late."

The exchange between the two ended here, less than 10 minutes before and after, and it really didn't "delay too long".

When driving Yu Jinle home, he wanted to sigh in front of him, "Now that I think about it, I'm really a scumbag."

The wind was a little strong, Yu Jinle put her head on his shoulder in order to listen to him, and after listening, she didn't know what to do.

His standpoint is not like that of Wang Zhichao and Li Qin, he would think about being aggrieved from the good point of view of the two brothers, because he has ghosts in his heart, and he can't do the trick of making you happy and me happy.Regarding what Weng Lin and Bian were thinking about, he knew how worried he was and deeply worried about it. He might as well be as ignorant and comfortable as before. He neither wanted to say much nor was he qualified to make any remarks. After all, it was the person involved. It's best for him to decide what to do, just don't ask him for his opinion.

He knew that he was so petty, but for such a hopeless thing, he really would rather hide away than get involved in the intricacies of wanting to live.Some things, thinking that this foolish person can play tricks, but I can't, so I can only be alert to myself at all times to discern the reality.

In the short 10 minutes of waiting in the parking lot while thinking about coming over, he envisioned countless possibilities, and the one that made him think the most likely was to bring Weng Lin over and say to him, "Xiao Yuer, we are reconciled." Now, I have to send Lin'er back, you can go home by yourself."

Rather than letting Bian Xiang open his mouth to drive people away like that, it is better to be more sensible and disappear automatically and consciously first--

In fact, thinking about it, it can be said that he doesn't know him well. If he didn't still have his bunch of car keys in his hand, Yu Jinle would really leave without hesitation.

He was like a mollusk living under the shell, and at the slightest sign of trouble, he quickly retracted his soft flesh and retracted himself deeply.Even though he wanted to tell him countless times that he doesn't have to be so careful with him, but at this moment, he still didn't have the right to confidently ask for a sense of security.

The days that followed seemed like a passing time, with grades distribution, parent meeting, and sports meeting all being fixed-point schedules, which proceeded in an orderly manner as time went by.

Yu Jinle was in charge of the blackboard design and finally took the theme of the cat sports meeting that Bian wanted to suggest. He moved the simplified Xiaobai and its "harem" to various projects, and asked the English class representative to draft the text content. An English version of the explanatory text.

"so cute!"

Yu Jinle was standing on a chair and mixing the watercolors, when Chen Miaomiao sighed from below, "When you mentioned the Animal Games last time, I thought you were going to draw the tortoise and the hare."

"It would be too shallow for you to guess right." He has already drafted the overall drawing with chalk, and he can color it after tracing the edges.

Once the most difficult concept design has a clue, the rest will come naturally.Yu Jinle has not had any special training in painting, and all rely on the skills he has mastered in private painting and painting for a long time, and at most add a little bit of personal aesthetics. To put it bluntly, he is completely wild. It was beyond his expectation that his unrecognizable skills could be appreciated by everyone.

But people are probably like this. Once one's contribution is affirmed by others, it will generate a lot of motivation.

So Yu Jinle quite liked this kind of work of quietly painting and drawing.

There are only four or five people in the blackboard newspaper team, but almost everyone has their own time arrangement habits. Some are used to using lunch breaks to complete their work, while others like to save fragmentary time between classes or after school. So in order to accommodate everyone, they did not To distinguish the front and back of the division of labor, whoever in the group is free will step forward, drawing and writing at the same time, as long as the work is completed within the specified time.

This kind of arrangement led to the fact that before the blackboard newspaper was completed, the whole block showed a dog-gnawing pattern.

"You are also very good at sketching. The last time you sketched in the playground, the art teacher said that it would be great if your drawings were realistic."

The art sketching class that Chen Miaomiao mentioned, in fact, can only be done within the scope of the school, drawing some campus scenery and so on, unlike real art students who can go out to the wild for sketching activities.

At that time, most people used stadiums, buildings, or people as their themes, and what they produced were sketches of macro scenes, but Yu Jinle was the only one who came up with something different.

It wasn't intentional to take an unusual path, but at that time he was sitting on a stone chair by the flowerbed, next to it was a flowerbed that had been repaired for a long time, and it was the season when the branches and leaves were flourishing, and the branches were springing up quickly. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw a certain branch trembling and abruptly protruding from it.

An ordinary branch, the kind that will be disposed of by the school's greening workers at any time.

He didn't pick it either, and just drew it with a few strokes and handed it in as homework.

In the art class of the second week, the teacher showed several high-quality works, among which Yu Jinle's pair was "outstanding", but only his pair was commented: "Although the overall feeling of this painting is very good, That is, sketching from life is more about documentary, and I hope this student can paint truthfully next time."

Yu Jinle was speechless.

But that branch is so ordinary, it can be submerged under thousands of equally ordinary green branches in a matter of minutes, not to mention the scene reappears after a week, I am afraid that even a shaki god at that time could be confused with other branches .

Now being picked up by Chen Miaomiao, he also doesn't know how to answer her words.

All right, let’s just imagine it, it’s also a picture of “feeling good”.

As an ordinary person, it is worthwhile to paint the most ordinary branches and leaves, and to be able to draw a sketch that "feels good".

Not in vain for his ordinary.

He smiled at the blackboard, but did not answer, and Chen Miaomiao took it as his acquiescence.

"You seem to have participated in the manga exhibition in August this year, right?" She was talking about the time when she was locked up in the camp for military training. The city is small, the animation circle is even smaller, coupled with the time constraints, the beginning of the Internet, and hobbies everywhere. The so-called animation exhibition can only be held in the form of a small private organization.

"I saw your name, but I didn't see you. I probably missed the time with you."

"I had something to do at home, so I didn't go." If it weren't for the soft-heartedness of his old classmates, let alone his presence, even the works would not appear.

Right now, high school has already spent all the time and energy honed by various subjects, and he has no extra time to spend on drawing. Unlike elementary and junior high schools, he can spread out the blank paper and draw for fun after finishing his homework.

This kind of skillful kung fu will soon be left behind if you don't practice it for a day. Although the family didn't point out the direction for him early in the morning like Bian homesick, but he understands that there are any directions, but it is impossible for him to learn to draw.

——What is the use of drawing these?Can it be eaten as a meal?Still want to be a painter?It's better to be down-to-earth and bring up your grades, otherwise I'm afraid that you will achieve nothing if you leave the society.

This is what Yu's mother said when she found out that he taught himself to paint after school.

Yu's mother has received limited education in her life, and her vision only revolves around the one-third of the acre of land in front of her. Yu's store and Yu's family are all her painstaking efforts. She can't spare her energy to expand her horizons. A pitiful series of "she thinks" can be obtained from trivial TV news and third-rate TV dramas.

She believes that what is not beneficial to the development of her own child is to obstruct and attack in every possible way so that the child will retreat in spite of difficulties.

She thinks that her children are innocent and whimsical, and she wants to smash their dreams so that they can accept reality.

She thinks that the world she has not seen is a non-existent and unreasonable world...

Zhuang Erdong also studied painting, and he had already confirmed that the university was going towards the Academy of Fine Arts. He was also one of the reasons Yu's mother said against Jin Le's study of painting——

"I've been studying painting for more than ten years, how about you? Do you really think you're a genius? Do you want to compare yourself to other professionals when you paint at home? It's really that simple, and the whole world is a painter."

In fact, Yu Jinle doesn't know what to do after studying art.

He could only contact the art teacher in the school who was often transferred by the main subject and met less than once a week.

Other designs, the artist's, are even more distant.

So he began to consciously reduce the energy and time spent on it, and it happened that high school was under a lot of pressure, so he didn't have to find other excuses.

Even now, he can still get some pitiful sense of existence and accomplishment from the activity of painting.

So he didn't continue to expand the topic of the exhibition, and Chen Miaomiao's topic was cut off again, so she started to look left and right at the blackboard newspaper.

"Hey, you're still idle when you're idle, copy the short essay written by the class representative!" Yu Jinle was dazzled by her, and gave her the work casually, "Don't be a blackboard team leader just idle around."

Chen Miaomiao stretched her neck to look at the position he was pointing at. The space was a bit too big, and it would be too much for me to copy a short essay.

"Isn't it a big arrangement for this place?" She pointed to the place and asked again: "It's so empty, did you miss drawing cats or dogs?"

That's the only piece that doesn't have any markings.

"No, you didn't seem to mention the content layout of this piece during the meeting, did you forget?"

Yu Jinle glanced at the direction she was pointing at.

"The list of entries in the class."

He began to draw the outline of the big-headed Xiaobai lying on the newspaper head, while explaining to her: "After Li Qin's list is finalized in the afternoon, I can fill it in."

The other classes were either chanting slogans or full of passion. As for their class taking the cute route, they still had to balance it out, fearing that Miss Chun would have some objections—even if they adopted the English format that Miss Chun’s department had in charge.

When it came to the list of entries, Chen Miaomiao was overjoyed: "It's been decided so soon this year? Last year, I remember that Li Qin was so desperate to fill in their sports students from beginning to end!"

Stroke is a technical task, and if you don't pay attention, it will go out of bounds, so Yu Jinle stopped the brush for a while only after finishing the line of the head, and continued: "Isn't there a list from last year as a reference? Most of them are copied now. Just go up."

As long as you participate in one session, then the next two years will definitely be a matter of course.

"That's right." Chen Miaomiao understood this, and suddenly asked, "You must have been able to escape, right?"

She could remember that among all the behemoths who participated in the medicine ball competition last year, Yu Jinle was the most outstanding.

"Your grades are really scary. Even Xiao Shuai was scared by you last time! Did you get full marks in medicine ball in the middle school entrance examination?"

Yu Jinle paused for a moment, then said absent-mindedly, "Forgot."

He was quite afraid of being asked about his senior high school entrance examination results, and he always felt that someone would pop up and point to his nose in the next second and say that he was a school-choice student.

This mentality is quite funny, because originally school-choice students accounted for a certain proportion, and the transcripts were counted from the back to the top, and every minute and the last row were all paid for.But he just couldn't control himself.

Originating from the inferiority complex of constant self-denial, even though there are other school-choice students, he still feels that any one of them is better than him, and he alone is an outsider who is out of place.

As for the medicine ball Chen Miaomiao mentioned——

So what if he got full marks in the sports program of the senior high school entrance examination, isn't he just a school-choice student.