静物

"Are you mad at me?"

Bo Sen walked up to Wu Tong and picked up the clothes she had dropped on the ground.

"It's gone." Wu Tong said, her head was still hurting, but she was awake.

She will not be angry, because Mandy is pitiful to Wu Tong, but she also admires her from the bottom of her heart. If Bo Sen chooses Mandy today, maybe she will not be like Mandy, bravely pursuing the answer, even if she knew it from the beginning is a negative sentence.

Bo Sen looked at Wu Tong in a daze, as if it was the most breathtakingly beautiful scenery in the world, she stretched out her hand and hugged her gently.

She leaned on Wu Tong's forehead and found peace in those dark eyes.

If only, if only this peace would be mine forever, Person thought.

"Tong…"

"Um?"

"You didn't take a shower, oh, it's so dirty."

Wu Tong regretted getting drunk. She knew nothing about vodka. It wasn't until Bo Sen told her that the alcohol was quite high in concentration, and she didn't know that what she had added fruit juice to drink was not only stronger than beer.

When she was painting watercolors, the hangover and lack of sleep made her head ache again.

This is not the best state of painting, Wu Tong feels as if she can't hold the watercolor pen anymore, the color of a simple apple is not successful enough, because she can't control her weak fingertips, the brush is always at the wrong time Point on the drawing paper.

For paper saturated with water, the concentration of pigments in the bristles must be controlled in order to render successfully.Looking at the scattered colors, Wu Tong couldn't even see her chaotic brushwork. It turned out that the concentration was not accurate at the beginning.

"Dude, haven't you had enough sleep?" Li Shiqing glanced at Wu Tong's drawing paper and asked.

Wu Tong nodded, and saw Li Shiqing turn her gaze back to her drawing paper, "Just like someone, he took the wrong medicine recently and forgot to bring his drawing board."

Tang Xiangying glanced at Li Shiqing, moved the watercolor paper that was directly placed on the table, showing a look of embarrassment but trying to hide it, "Are you talking about me? It seems that you have never forgotten anything." Said and glanced Glancing at Li Shiqing's plastic bottle, which had her head cut off, it was filled with water and used for brush washing.

In fact, Tang Xiangying's forgetting to bring something is abnormal, and Li Shiqing remembers to bring everything, which is even more abnormal.

"Don't exaggerate today, Wu Tong, use the stack instead!" Tang Xiangying suggested, she likes the combined brushwork of the two. The detailed description of the magnificent still life painting is very Baroque... Or is it Rococo?Wu Tong was tired and suddenly couldn't tell the difference.

It makes sense, the stack can think slowly, and there is a lot of room for maneuver.

But so far, it's all over again.

"Hair dryer." Wu Tong used an affirmative sentence, which was essentially a question.Let the painting dry first, maybe she has had enough rest during this period, and everything will get started.

Li Shiqing tapped diagonally forward, frowning and drawing a bunch of lychees, I'm afraid she can't help Wu Tong get it.

On a table full of painting tools, one should always be careful, but Wu Tong forgot this at that moment, leaning over to get the hair dryer.

If it was an ordinary brush washing machine, it would not be so high and so clever, but it was a substitute for a plastic bottle, so Wu Tong's clothes swept over a part of it, let it shake romantically a few times, and finally poured it On Tang Xiangying's watercolor painting.

It was the dirtiest scene, and the most shocking.

Wu Tong was stunned, the temperature of the blood flowing through her body dropped instantly. Amidst the screams of the students holding back their exclamations, she saw Tang Xiangying staring blankly at the mess in front of her eyes.

Li Shiqing had just finished painting the apple. Because she used bright red, but with a touch of green, the brush wash water was dark red. Only a quarter of the whole watercolor painting was not affected, and the main objects were all covered in this scarlet color. Next, it seems that Wu Tong just murdered Tang Xiangying's watercolor painting.

This wasn't the time for her to stand still, but really, nothing could be saved,

The water dissolves the paint on the drawing paper, but the colored wash water also seeps into the drawing paper.After clearing the pool of water above, the baroque still life painting now looks more like impressionism... the light tone is more like Chinese landscape painting!Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that the works of the pink period under the baptism of the pen wash... Forget it.

Wu Tong saw Tang Xiangying stand up numbly, and put the watercolor pen she had been holding into the brush washer.

"Oh, fuck! It was a fucking accident. I knew I shouldn't drink that goddamn black tea. If I had known, I would have bought an oden or something... PET bottles for brush washing... My fault! My fault!" Li Shiqing yelled, and Wu Tong could tell that the tone was a bit too hasty and exaggerated.

Tang Xiangying stared at the watercolor painting for a long time with a blank face. She is the kind of person who would go crazy because of an apple stem or a small bright spot that was not painted well. The current situation is almost killing her...

"...It's fucking my fault..."

Li Shiqing's last sentence softened her tone, obviously like a painting, there was nothing she could redeem.

"sorry."

Wu Tong has a lot to say, but these are the three words she can say.

Tang Xiangying turned her head to look at Wu Tong. Of course it was an accident, like being crushed to death by a boulder rolling down the mountain while walking on the road. No one can be blamed.

However, she, who demands perfection, does not allow this kind of accident, and it comes from Wu Tong's mouth, she can't let it go just like that.

Three words, it can only be these three words.

Tang Xiangying realized that she had jumped out of the situation, delusional to hear the other three words, it was a dream come true.

But she deserves Wu Tong's apology, not just a verbal apology, she deserves it.

"Wu Tong, I apologize for looking into other people's eyes."

Wu Tong struggled for a while, and moved his gaze upward from the corner of Tang Xiangying's lips to the nose, which was already the limit.

"Xiangying, I'm sorry."

not enough.

Can't I exist in your eyes?Tang Xiangying ignited, is she so insignificant?Not even a single line of sight is allowed, does she ask a lot?

"Look into my eyes," Tang Xiangying said faster and louder, she has never lost control... she has lost control like this, "Apologize!"

Wu Tong raised her gaze upwards in pain, feeling the anxiety from her heart flowing along her blood to her whole body. She seemed to be sitting on the amusement ride of the Great Wrath God, losing control of the ground, and gradually felt chills from her limbs, She can't control herself anymore.

Wu Tong looked at Tang Xiangying's lower eyelashes, and screamed silently. The palette in his hand fell to the ground, and small, colorful splashes burst out. Wu Tong rushed out of the classroom, leaving the classroom in silence.

Tang Xiangying came to her senses in her grief. When her usual rationality surged up like a tide, she didn't know what to do.

"Damn it, what are you guys looking at? Why don't you draw portraits before? Babes, go back and watch your shit still life!"

Li Shiqing yelled, and the classmate turned his gaze back to the watercolor painting in the silence.

"Tang Tang, you're fucking out of control." Li Shiqing said in a low voice.

Tang Xiangying agreed with Li Shiqing's words for the first time.

"I don't know what's going on with me..." Tang Xiangying said tremblingly, she lowered her head and picked up Wu Tong's palette on the ground, "I don't know what's going on with her either."

"Damn, am I the only fucking person who understands what's going on here?"

Li Shiqing cursed.

"Damn, 'what's going on'?" Li Shiqing said as if everything was an obvious phenomenon, as common and obvious as the white clouds floating in the blue sky, "Tang Xiangying, you, you are a paranoid, with obsessive-compulsive disorder..."

Tang Xiangying stared at Li Shiqing.

"Wu Tong, she has mild Asperger's syndrome."

Known as "high-functioning autism", patients with Asperger's disease cannot look directly into the eyes of others, and sometimes must adhere to certain rules and schedules. Patients only have social impairments, which will not affect language learning ability.

It was only then that Tang Xiangying suddenly realized that Wu Tong only had mild symptoms. Her succinct words were due to her lack of expressive ability. The only thing she abided by was the principle of dressing, and she was afraid of being watched by others...

Because Wu Tong's life is normal and he is very generous, Tang Xiangying...has never thought about it...

"Li Shiqing..."

"Tang Xiangying, fortunately the paper you used is 300g Arches, you can wash off the paint and try again." Li Shiqing seemed to have nothing happened just now, and put the empty Baote with red water drops inside The bottle burst and kicked under the table.

Tang Xiangying couldn't react, so she pushed the brush washer between the two to share, "The elusive lunatic." She reluctantly scolded her.

If the relationship between Wu Tong and her can be the same as that French watercolor paper, which won't break after washing, that's great...