are you a cat

Yechen never expected to meet Xu Yuxing under such circumstances.

Jumping for a while is not jumping or not, sitting astride the fence and staring blankly for several seconds.

The factory next door is going to close for get off work from [-] to [-] o'clock, and if you skip classes for evening self-study, you can only go out from the playground.

Skipping class is recorded in the school rules. For the first time offender, the whole school will conduct a review by the whole school. If you are caught repeatedly, you will have to ask your family to take the student home and choose a new school.

Although Yechen and Bai Jingping have already cultivated to perfection and have not been arrested once in two years of high school, it is a violation of the rules after all, and such sneaky things cannot be delayed for a second.

There are teachers patrolling here at any time, Bai Jingping saw him hanging on the wall for a long time, and while throwing his schoolbag over, he ran up the wall: "My Chen'er, why are you in a daze?"

He climbed up to the wall in twos and was taken aback when he saw Xu Yuxing: "Isn't this who...?"

In the spring night, the insects in the grass were faint, and the mosquitoes circled around the street light bulbs. The bright yellow light pulled the black shadow under the man's feet all the way to the opposite wall.

The young man on the wall seemed to have just realized it, propping up the wall with one hand, jumped down and landed steadily.

He picked up the schoolbag on the ground and threw it to Bai Jingping who jumped down after him, and looked around.

Xu Yuxing picked up the schoolbag beside him and handed it to him: "Looking for this?"

As soon as he stood up, he gave off an oppressive height, completely covering his reflection elongated by the street lights.

Ye Chen reached out to grab the schoolbag.

The hand holding the schoolbag shrank back, and he grabbed it empty.

Yechen: "..."

Xu Yuxing bargained: "It's fine to ask for a schoolbag, but we have to make peace."

Ye Chen didn't take any notice of him, just took his hand and left.

Originally, Bai Jingping, who was still patted on the gray on his schoolbag and watched the movie curiously, hurriedly followed: "Chen'er, wait for me."

He chased after Yechen, but kept turning his head back frequently.

Last time at the music festival, Bai Jingping wanted to ask Yechen what conflict he had with the violin player, but because Yechen's face smelled worse than the stones in the latrine at that time, he consciously didn't want to touch his brother's bad luck.

But this time and twice, he could clearly sense Yechen's mood swings when facing this person.

It made him curious.

Xu Yuxing took a step behind and followed behind the two of them until Yechen walked to the main street and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

Seeing that Yechen opened the door and was about to get into the car, he really didn't even need his schoolbag, so Bai Jingping quickly gave him a hand: "You don't want your schoolbag?"

There are no textbooks in Yechen's bag, only his brushes and sketchbooks.

If he could, he really didn't want it.

In the half a minute when he was standing there with the car door closed, Xu Yuxing had already handed the schoolbag to him again, with a resigned compromise in his tone: "You said that you, a kid, always lose face all day long, so you can't treat him like that." I smile?"

Ye Chen gave him a vigilant look, Xu Yuxing laughed, "I'll give it back to you."

Yechen grabbed the schoolbag, hugged it in his arms, and got into the back of the taxi.

The movements were done in one go, as if staying with him for a second longer would cause some kind of virus.

Bai Jingping followed closely to get into the car, but was stopped by Xu Yuxing: "Little classmate, are you Xiaochen's good friend?"

Even if he was gossiping to death, Bai Jingping would unite with his good brother: "It's none of your business."

It is interesting that young people share the same hatred.

Xu Yuxing smiled, and took out a few LiveHouse tickets for him: "I heard from Xiaoxiao that the girl who was with you last time loved to go to LiveHouse. This is our band's performance—"

Bai Jingping took his words away: "Your band must be very confused, you can't sell the tickets and give them away everywhere."

He thought that these words would stimulate Xu Yuxing, but he didn't expect that the other party nodded in agreement after hearing it: "That's right, so it would be great if you could come and support me."

"Bai Jingping!" Yechen became impatient, "You can't leave yet."

"Let's go."

Bai Jingping grabbed the ticket in Xu Yuxing's hand and got into the car.

Xu Yuxing leaned on the car window and bent over to look at Ye Chen: "Xiao Chen also come together."

No one answered him, and the taxi had already jumped more than ten meters under Yechen's urging.

In the car.

After turning a corner, Bai Jingping completely lost sight of the people on the side of the road. Bai Jingping looked back at the ticket in his hand and asked Yechen, "Who is this person? Why does he keep pestering you?"

Yechen: "Yu Ning's cousin."

Yuning's cousin.

Bai Jingping complied with this relationship, and realized: "That's yours too——"

Ye Chen looked sideways at him.

Bai Jingping patted his mouth twice, thinking to himself, no wonder Ye Chen's nose is not his nose and his eyes are not his eyes when he sees this person.

He looked at the ticket that Xu Yuxing gave him and hesitated, because of love, he should tear up the ticket immediately and curse Xu Yuxing three hundred times to relieve his brother, but because of love, he really wanted to ask Mengmeng to go with him.

Ye Chen didn't know what he was struggling with: "You can go if you want."

Bai Jingping thought over and over again: "Are you really letting me go?"

"Would you like to go..."

Ye Chen snatched the ticket as if to tear it up, Bai Jingping quickly grabbed his hand: "Go, go, why don't I go if you don't need money! My dear Chen Chen, this is why you asked me to go, don't say brother is not mean. "

Yechen pushed him away: "Get lost."

Bai Jingping smiled and embraced him: "Then who am I going to give the ticket you said is too much?"

Eyelids rolled down, Yechen glanced at the ticket in his hand: "It's up to you."

Bai Jingping looked at the ticket over and over again: "Do you think their band will come to us to join us because they are so confused that the tickets can't be sold? Don't there be only me and Mengmeng in the audience, how embarrassing it will be."

"You don't care if he can sell it or not, if you want to go, go or not."

He pushed away Bai Jingping's hands and arms, and closed his eyes with a displeased face: "Don't put this thing under my nose, it's annoying to watch."

Bai Jingping: "yYesSir."

Yechen leaned against the back of the chair, a little restless in his heart.

It seemed that every time he met Xu Yuxing, he couldn't control his emotions. Xu Yuxing didn't say anything annoying today, but he was just annoying.

This depressed and troubled mood didn't disappear until he entered the studio and took up the paintbrush.

Just like after returning home from the music festival last time, he closed his eyes and his mind was full of images of Xu Yuxing playing the piano on stage.

The gorgeous and psychedelic stage scene is lingering.

At this moment, on the blank drawing paper in front of Yechen, the smiling eyes that he saw when he climbed up the wall also kept appearing.

Teacher Yu stood beside him and watched for a long time, then said softly, "Xiao Chen, you are a little impetuous today."

Yechen's hand holding the pen paused, and the lemon yellow paint drew a small tail.

Painting is the most intuitive reflection of the author's emotions.

And painting also needs to calm down most in order to complete a good work.

At the beginning of Ye Chen's painting, Teacher Yu discovered that he is a child who is very sensitive to color. He is good at and has the courage to use color to describe everything he sees.

At the same time, these bright or transparent or calm colors can also reflect the author's heart.

Regardless of hard work, Ye Chen is essentially an emotionally driven painter.

Once he picks up a paintbrush, he is immersed in another world.

The more obvious his emotional characteristics are, the more excellent he can draw.

But today's Yechen obviously couldn't calm down.

The things drawn are lifeless and not as good as they used to be.

Ye Chen can also notice that the more he can't calm down, the more irritable he becomes, and the more irritable he is, the more he can't calm down.

In the end of the painting, Ye Chen himself didn't even know what he was painting.

"If you really can't calm down, go back, take a shower and sleep, clear your mind and have a good rest, and paint when you want to paint. Or..." Teacher Yu took the paintbrush from his hand, "No matter what you think in your mind right now Whatever you want, you can draw it, even if you just keep scribbling on white paper, until you don’t want to draw at all.”

"In short, don't draw hard."

People who learn to paint all have a period of impetuousness, and the reasons are different, but the result is basically that they are not satisfied with what they draw or can't draw anything during that period.

Hard painting, maybe one day after the painting collapses and the painting cries, you can get out of the bottleneck, but Teacher Yu doesn't like that.

The neon lights were flickering under the dark blue night outside the window, and there was no one in the studio anymore.

Yechen said goodbye to Teacher Yu and went home.

The bright light shines all the way from the hallway to the bedroom, illuminating the whole room like daytime.

Starting from the messy pair of sneakers on the floor mat at the entrance, schoolbags, sweatpants and coats fell all over the floor, all the way to the short-sleeved T-shirt at the door of the master bedroom.

Ning Ning was lying on the floor mat outside the bathroom door with her hands in her hands, her blue eyes staring at the closed bathroom door in front of her without blinking. The sound of water inside lasted for half an hour before it stopped.

As soon as the sound of water stopped, Ning Ning sat up, her front paws obediently propped up in front of her body, and her big furry tail lightly swept the ground.

Until there was a click, the handle of the main guard door was pushed down from the inside, and it couldn't wait to get in as soon as the door was opened a crack.

Yechen quickly blocked the puppet cat at the door of the bathroom.

The bathroom was full of water, Ningning went in and stepped on the hair on the tail of the stomach and it was almost wet. It was afraid of the hair dryer, and Mao would not do it for a long time, and it would drag the tail of water to the bed of Ye Chen, Ye Chen I won't let it go in and tread water as I wish.

He had never seen a cat that liked to play with water so much.

Yechen bent down and picked Ning Ning up, walked out of the bedroom while wiping her hair, picked up the littered clothes and threw them into the washing machine.

Then he went into the study and spread out the drawing paper.

Ning Ning, who was curled up in a ball, slept on the table and on the chair for a while, and the clock in the study went round and round.

Ye Chen let himself not think, and drew whatever he wanted.

It wasn't until he finished the last stroke of the line draft that he realized that what he drew was neither the performance stage that lingered in his mind, nor Xu Yuxing's bright peach eyes.

On the drawing paper, among the paved streets, the faces of pedestrians in the rain are all covered by umbrellas.

In the center of the picture, a tall man is stepping up the steps with a child in his arms.

He held a folded umbrella in his hand, and the rainwater flowed down the tip of the umbrella, meandering past the feet of passers-by.

It was Xu Yuxing and Yu Ning.