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◎We young people are in good health◎

The new semester has a new atmosphere, Hu Luo announced in the desperate eyes of everyone that starting from this semester, they will lose their weekends.

Saturday is regarded as the Friday of the last semester, and Sunday night has to go back to school for evening self-study.

"But it doesn't matter, you can make a 24-hour vacation by combining Saturday night and Sunday day." Hu Luo said.

But unfortunately, everyone didn't buy it.

Because half of the 24 hours that are pieced together will be used to sleep, and the other half will be used to do endless homework.

This rule applies to half of the students in Class [-], while the other half of the students, like Jing Jie and Ji Huai, have to spend their only holidays in art training classes.

On the first Sunday of the first week of school, Jingjie Ji Huai met at the subway station, took the subway to the provincial capital together, and then transferred to the bus to the studio.

Mr. Zeng still remembered the two of them. After collecting the tuition fees for this semester, he arranged them in front of a blue trash can half the height of a person, and asked them to sharpen all ten pencils in their hands.

The skill of sharpening the pencil was demonstrated to them, and it was not difficult to operate.

It's just that the operation belongs to the operation, and the actual situation has nothing to do with whether the operation is beautiful or not.

After cutting off the nib that was so hard to cut off for the fifth time, Ji Huai collapsed.

Jing Jie looked at Ji Huai's pencil, which was half gone before he could draw a stroke on the paper, leaning against the supporting pillar, enjoying himself.

Ji Huai glared at him, "Laugh again and I'll cut you!"

Jing Jie almost choked on his own laughter, and coughed lightly, "Can you be a little bit stronger? I'm going to cry."

"I'm about to cry." Ji Huai said, "This thing is too fragile."

"Then you haven't seen anything more brittle." Jingjie said, "For someone like you, don't even think about using charcoal pencils in the future."

Ji Huai didn't want to know what kind of charcoal pencil was, and after a moment of despair, he continued to fight against the half of the 4B pencil.

When Jing Jie finished sharpening all ten pens, Ji Huai finally finished three with his super perseverance.

Jing Jie felt that Ji Huai's pen-cutting was quite enjoyable, so he simply stood aside and watched.

Ji Huai glared at him, "You paid thousands of tuition fees just to watch me sharpen the pen?"

"Yes." Jing Jie said, "Are you moved?"

"I was so moved that I cried." Ji Huai made a bitter face, "Is there still time for me to go back to culture?"

"Ouch!" Mr. Zeng over there had finished editing the drawings for other students and came over to check the situation. When he saw the half of the pencil next to Ji Huai, he laughed, "It's quite aggressive."

Ji Huai was so frightened that he cut off the tip of the pen again, opened his mouth, and couldn't speak.

Mr. Zeng patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, let Jingjie cut it for you today, and it will be fine if you cut more in the future."

As soon as he heard that there was no need to sharpen his pens, Ji Huai Ru was granted an amnesty, nodded his head hastily, and directly stuffed five pens into Jing Jie's hand.

After sharpening the pen, it is a line practice.Mr. Zeng showed them how to hold a pen, and explained that when arranging a long line, it is the arm, not the wrist. slanted...

Ji Huai can't remember the words, but the general meaning is that he got it, and it's really interesting to line up the lines.

If the line is not crooked.

The two lined up all morning and drew several sheets of paper.

After eating at noon, the two had nowhere to go, so they went back to the studio.

Mr. Zeng must have been delayed because of something. When he saw the two of them coming back, he asked them a few words and asked them to rest in the studio.

Ji Huai glanced at the lines he made, and then at the lines made by Jingjie, holding back his energy, hung up a new piece of paper and started drawing again.

Jing Jie was holding his notebook and was designing a new cover sheet. Hearing the rustling sound from Ji Huai's side, he looked up for a while, and couldn't help but said, "Aren't you afraid your hands will get sore?"

"Not sour." Ji Huai said, "We young people are in good health."

"The time has not yet come." Jing Jie said, "You will know tomorrow."

"Impossible." Ji Huai said: "I exercise every day, push-ups or something, just line up a few lines, it won't be so. Besides, am I trying to imitate you?"

This may be difficult.Jing Jie didn't say what was in his heart, for fear of hurting the other party's enthusiasm.He thought for a while, nodded and said, "Come on."

Ji Huai: "..."

Ji Huai: "Perfunctory."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, people came to the studio one after another.

Mr. Zeng put a small folding table in the corner, and put a cube of plaster on it.

"Let's draw on the plaster this afternoon." Mr. Zeng turned on the lights, and came over to borrow the drawing board of Jingjie to show the two how to make shapes and how to express shadows. After more than ten minutes of demonstration, they let them go practise.

After living for so many years, Ji Huai felt that he could not use a pen for the first time.

"Is this vertical line against me?" Ji Huai complained, "Why is it crooked?"

"You scold it." Jing Jie said: "If you scold it honestly, it won't be crooked."

So Ji Huai kindly greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the cube and the vertical line. The vertical line was scolded, and he didn't let him draw a straight line.

When Mr. Zeng strolled over to repaint them, he stared at Ji Huai's crooked cube, and could only choke out two words for a long time.

"Practice more."

Because they had to go to school for evening self-study at six o'clock, the two of them couldn't stay in the studio until five o'clock. After greeting Mr. Zeng, they packed up their things and ran away at 04:30.

Even so, he was still about ten minutes late when he arrived at school.

Hu Luo looked at the two of them to ask for a reason. Jing Jie briefly described the situation. Hu Luo nodded to express his understanding. He didn't punish them and only said that they should leave the studio early next week.

Going home that night, Ji Huai received a call from Ji Changsheng.

Ji Huai couldn't figure out the intention of the other party's call at this time, and was a little apprehensive when he answered.

"Hey?"

"Going to paint today?" Ji Changsheng's voice came over.

Ji Huai responded, thinking when did the other party pay so much attention to his affairs, there must be something tricky in it.

Sure enough, Ji Changsheng explained his intention after asking him some questions about the studio, "Your mother said that the studio is close to home, so you can go home for lunch and have a rest."

"No more." Ji Huai said, "I'm with my classmates."

"Then let your classmates come together." Ji Changsheng said, "This weekend is your mother's birthday, and your brother will also be back."

"Oh." Ji Huai was a little upset, "Then he must not be happy to come."

"Then you can come back by yourself." Ji Changsheng said: "It's fine to come back this time, and you can do whatever you want in the future."

Ji Huai pouted, "All right."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Huai felt tightness in his chest. No matter how he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable. He threw the phone on the bed and listened to the muffled sound, which made him even more unhappy.

"Grass." Ji Huai cursed in a low voice.

In fact, he couldn't tell what he was upset about.Ji Changsheng and Duan Wenyan have always treated him like this. Except for a few special days in a year when he must go home, they can do whatever he likes at other times.

Ji Huai sometimes wonders if he was picked up by those two, and he belongs to the dispensable category. Sometimes, he feels that he is a piggy bank, except when he can think of him when saving money, other times he thinks of him. It's just a decoration.

There is no sense of presence.

When going to school the next day, Ji Huai mentioned to Jing Jie that he was going home on the weekend, Jing Jie really shook his head and said he would not go.

Ji Huai didn't force it either.He didn't want Jingjie to feel unnatural because of his own affairs.

At noon on Sunday, Ji Huai took a taxi back home.

The Ji family is quite big, but there are only a few people, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. Every time Ji Huai goes home, he feels lonely.

Obviously everyone is talking, the lights are brightly turned on, and the food is delicious, but it is lonely.

"Xiao Huai, I heard from your brother that you went to Xichang for the summer vacation?" Duan Wenyan, the birthday star, asked.

"Yeah." Ji Huai glanced at his brother.

Ji Bei received his gaze and smiled apologetically, "I thought you told your parents."

Ji Huai sighed.He has a good relationship with Ji Bei, so the circle of friends blocked his parents and relatives but did not block this brother. One is because Ji Bei once pointed at his nose and said that he is not allowed to block himself, and the other is to leave a way for himself. In case One day I went out to play and was trafficked. Anyway, there is someone in my family who can know where I went through my circle of friends.

"It's the same with your child. You don't tell your family when you go on a trip by yourself. In case something happens..."

"It's so easy for something to happen." Ji Huai interrupted Duan Wenyan's assumption, "Besides, I told you that you wouldn't care."

The two elders did not speak.

Ji Bei put a chicken leg in Duan Wen's cigarette bowl, "Ji Huai is right, you two are so busy with work these days, even if he told you, you both turned around and forgot about it. Come, eat."

"Oh, you child..." Duan Wenyan shook his head helplessly.

"Aren't we also thinking about you? If you earn more money, your life will be better." Ji Changsheng said: "If you are not busy, how can you live at your current standard."

"You can cultivate us both." Ji Huai said: "Then let us go to work, and you two can just stay at home and enjoy the blessings every day."

"I'll believe it when you put it on your brother." Ji Changsheng snorted, "Just forget it."

"What's the matter, I'll forget it?" Ji Huai said jokingly, "Can you still expect a little bit from me?"

"Do you expect you to be a painter?" Ji Changsheng said, "After your brother takes over the company, you can draw a few pictures and hang them on the company wall."

Your brother, your brother, your brother.Looking at the table of dishes, Ji Huai lost his appetite.

"Speaking of which, I didn't realize that you like painting before." Ji Changsheng frowned and thought for a while.

Just as Ji Bei wanted to say that with how busy you are, it would be strange to find out, but in the end, Ji Huai said, "I don't like it now either."

Ji Changsheng frowned even tighter, "You still learn if you don't like it? What's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with it." Ji Huai said, "I haven't checked it, so I don't know what's wrong."