Into the painting

Ever since he came to this school, Zhang Yuan had a strange feeling, as if he was being stared at by something. This feeling made him thorn in the back. But every time when he turned his head nervously, what he saw was others being stared at by him. He turned around suddenly with a surprised look.

Moreover, this feeling has become more and more intense recently. Zhang Yuan once felt that he was schizophrenic. Zhang Yuan prescribed some medicine to help sleep. Zhang Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears. It is true that he did not rest well, because it is really not that simple to fall asleep under the feeling of being stared at by others, okay?

Zhang Yuan likes a painting hanging in the school underground passage very much. Zhang Yuan knows the place in the painting, it is the Yuhu Lake next to the school gymnasium, the favorite dating place for school couples.

In the painting, beside the rippling Jade Lake, sits a young boy with a calm and peaceful expression, and the hustle and bustle of the world does not leave any marks on his face. He holds a drawing board in his hand, and his painting posture is almost devout. The shadow of the gymnasium covers him , making him look even more blurred, and the strong contrast with the transparent world beyond the shadows made Zhang Yuan feel palpitations.

Every time Zhang Yuan passed by this painting, he would stop and look at it carefully for a while. Although Zhang Yuan was not an art student, his romantic nature made Zhang Yuan think that this painting should have a very literary name, such as " The twilight of the soul", "Still obsession" and so on, but by chance, Zhang Yuan learned that the name of this painting is "Into the painting".

The person who made this painting was a fifth-year senior of Da Zhang Yuan, named Bai Mo. It is said that this senior quit school after painting this painting, and no one has seen him since.This painting was also sent to the competition by the principal who loves art. It was well received at first, but it was rejected at the last minute for some reason, so the principal brought the painting back and finally hung it here.

Zhang Yuan had seen the headmaster before, he was an old man with mottled white hair wearing sunglasses, his face full of vicissitudes was full of wisdom and peace accumulated day by day.

The principal often stands in front of this painting, and he has to stand for a long time every time. Occasionally, he can be seen whispering something in a low voice, with a sad expression, but it is well hidden by the big sunglasses. Zhang Yuan always feels that He was regretting, but he didn't know what he was regretting.

On this day, Zhang Yuan, who was about to go crazy after being tortured by the professional class, came to this painting again, and the expression of the boy in the painting was still calm.He thought, the young man in the painting must be Bai Mo himself, that kind of detachment from the world, this must be Bai Mo himself.

With this feeling of worship, Zhang Yuan once again stared carefully at the painting and the boy in the painting. Suddenly, Zhang Yuan seemed to see the corner of the boy in the painting slightly curling his lips. He froze for a moment, Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand towards the painting, and then retracted his hand the moment he touched it.Zhang Yuan rubbed his neck and smiled self-deprecatingly, what was he doing, as if in a daze.

"You like this painting very much?"

Zhang Yuan was taken aback by the sudden voice next to him, but when he turned around, he saw a young man with a gentle smile. For some reason, the four words "youth like jade" suddenly appeared in Zhang Yuan's mind.

"Well, I like it very much." Zhang Yuan nodded and replied.

"Why?" The boy still smiled.

"I don't know." Zhang Yuan answered honestly.I really don't know, this painting really has nothing special except for the feeling it gives me, and the treatment of light and shadow is also very blunt, which is not the style I like.

The boy smiled even more happily, only then did Zhang Yuan realize that there was such a beautiful dimple on the boy's face.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yuan asked, he didn't know what interesting things he said could amuse the boy.

"It's nothing, you're very interesting." The boy's eyes brightened.

Zhang Yuan always felt that the boy's whole body seemed to be shining with a soft light like the moon, and he was not clean like a mortal.

"Zhang Yuan! What are you doing there? Are you going to eat?"

Lin Can's loud voice suddenly sounded behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Lin Can and Xu Zheng standing at the entrance of the underground passage to greet him, and he replied that he was going, so he turned to say goodbye to the boy.

The boy waved at him with crooked eyes, so Zhang Yuan also waved at the boy, then turned and ran towards the two people who were waiting for him.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuan stopped as if thinking of something and ran towards the young man, then stopped in front of the young man. The young man looked at Zhang Yuan in surprise and did not speak. Zhang Yuan smiled awkwardly, scratched his hair and said, "I It's Zhang Yuan, that, may I ask what your name is?"

The young man was obviously a little stunned, his eyes widened in panic, Zhang Yuan was a little helpless, he sighed silently and said, "It's okay, just forget what you don't want to say, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"My name is Bai Mo."

"Zhang Yuan, who are you talking to alone! Hurry up! Don't dawdle! The earthen pot will be sold out in a while!!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, Xu Zheng roared behind him, looking impatient, and at the same time Zhang Yuan felt as if he understood something.