Peacock

Biting the toffee-flavored lollipop, I put on Tangling's angry expression, trying my best to restore one-eightyth of it.

Facing myself inside the glass door, I asked the drowsy old Xu aloud, "Am I cool?"

"Cool, so cool." Old Xu replied impatiently, "It's like a gangster with a stick in his mouth every day."

Seeing my smug smile reflected on the glass door, I realized that I had failed, so I immediately turned my face into a bitter melon.

I sat idly under the bookshelf and looked at Lao Xu who was arranging books: "Old Xu, have you seen a man in Baima, tall and handsome, with golden hair."

In order to provide more information, I added: "I heard... Zhang Yong said that his name seems to be Tangling."

Old Xu glanced at me suspiciously from the ladder, then turned to continue sorting out the books, and said after a while: "He."

I nodded my head.

"When you see him, stay away." Lao Xu said, "He has been in Baima for almost a year, and he has been teaching painting in the studio next to Sanlin Middle School. Later, I heard someone on the island say that the young man seemed to have been in prison before. .”

"Because... what?"

"kill."

I heard myself say, "Who is 'someone'? It's okay to gossip behind someone else's back too?"

Probably because I never thought I would say that, Lao Xu just sighed: "Truth, you have to use dialectical thinking to understand this problem..."

I interrupted him and pointed to the middle-aged woman at the door: "Oh, isn't that your old lover?"

On one side was Lao Xu’s clarification in a hurry. I didn’t listen carefully, but just chewed the spherical candy and stopped talking.

"Check out, waiter."

Serve you a ponytail banana peel.I took the book and scanned the barcode, then gave the man a look with Tang Ling's expression.

"Brother Xu, you guy... you're a bit fierce."

"Roses have thorns and perfume is poisonous," I said.

Old Xu sighed helplessly, and then walked out of the bookstore with that woman, as if they were classmates reminiscing about old times, I think they might be from a history department.

"Checkout." There was another voice, "waiter."

"Aren't you annoying? I said it's not a waiter or a service..."

The moment I raised my eyes, the word "member" became a panicky atmosphere.

He's wearing a leather jacket with lots of steel chains today, and a white turtleneck sweater underneath.To warn me of my ecstasy, he raised his eyebrows and tapped on my cash register with his bony knuckles.

I felt like I was shaking like a sieve, and tremblingly took the book in his hand, and looked at the cover: Don't let the "crazy" drive you crazy!

"35." I didn't look up, just staring at the monitor.

"Why are you crying?" He was still asking.

My mouth was stretched into a clam.

"because I?"

"No!" I said hastily, "No."

His wrinkled brows seemed to be about to come, and I felt that Tang Ling was just a step away from getting angry, so I hurriedly said: "...I think of my brother. You look like my long-lost brother. It's embarrassing to cry to someone I've known for a while...that's why I ran away."

Tang Ling asked suspiciously: "Brother?"

Of course I can't nod my head, otherwise he must think that my mother is stealing someone outside, how can my brother look nothing like: "Cousin."

I continued to press my nose on my face: "Cousin Tangling, how did you find me?"

"The studio ordered a book, I'll get it." Tang Ling narrowed her eyes, "I just saw you making faces at the door."

I laughed dryly: "The world is so small, haha."

Erjiu Studio.I remembered that Lao Xu had specifically instructed me this morning.I bent over and rummaged through the box, but looked at the four bundles and found myself in trouble: "How does this person move it?"

Tang Ling glanced at the "Door-to-Door" painted on the blue lotus wall, so she came closer, lifted the Martin boots and kicked me a bundle, then looked at me with her elbows in her arms.

Soon I understood what he meant, and it was the first time I experienced the feeling of being willing to be used, "Give me another bundle."

Tang Ling didn't answer, picked up three bundles of books and walked straight out of the bookstore.

My left hand is limp and I can't use my strength, and I never thought that these books are so heavy. I think it's probably something like a hardcover picture album.I raised my eyebrows, vowing to fight for my gender, and followed Tang Ling with big strides.

"Your coat is still at my house." Tang Ling said.

"Then I'll get it after you get off work." I promised, "Take it and leave."

Why does he always make me think that I'm just a pervert who misses innocent girls.

"Cousin Tang Ling, what are you teaching in the studio?"

Tang Ling said lightly: "It's not really teaching anything. It's just sharing the art test experience."

"Then you said you didn't have any books to study..."

"I didn't read it."

The words of Old Xu passed through my mind inexplicably and quickly just now, I pursed my lips, and for the first time I couldn't express what I wanted to say.

Tangling will be a good teacher.

This is the thought that popped up when I saw him repainting the students.

As a teacher, Tang Ling reminded me of the indifferent old man who taught me English literature in middle school. He seemed too rigid, but he was very keen to spend a whole class reciting Byron. Before the age of 19, my favorite person in this world was the old man. After the age of 19, I decided to hand over this olive branch to Teacher Xiaotang.

Erjiu Studio is next to Sanlin Middle School. It is small and dilapidated. There are no extra classrooms and dormitories, and there are no red banners to promote achievements. The understatement makes me think that maybe it can be defined as "interest" class".

The moment I put down the book, I asked Tang Ling the question "Can I also learn to draw?" Of course Tang Ling didn't reply, but just chewed the candy and looked at me for a while, and finally, I hoped In his eyes, he actually handed me a Chupa Pearl, which is grape-flavored today.I repaid my kindness with kindness, and gave him a toffee from my pocket.

An ordinary man wearing glasses walked into the classroom. He should be the teacher. I heard Tang Ling call him Brother Chen, so I called Brother Chen too.

Brother Chen glanced at Tang Ling and me, and said that I must be a one-on-one student he picked up in private, even the greeting expression, gestures, and the stick in his mouth were exactly the same.

I smiled happily.

Holding Brother Chen's hand, I first talked tearfully about the rough and depressing first half of my life that I made up, and then expressed the regret that I lost and found after I found Tang Ling, as if I had just woken up from a dream.Brother Chen is very talkative and has a lot of empathy. We chatted for a long time, until Tang Ling came out of the classroom again and grabbed the back of my neck helplessly, asking me to let Chen Xing go to class.

I ignored him, but turned my head and said to Chen Xing seriously: "Brother Chen, after coming to Baima, I always hope to find a goal that will allow me to persist in life, so I want to try painting, I will pay the tuition .”

Sighing, Chen Xing patted me on the shoulder, saying that since I don't have the foundation, of course I can't follow the art test class, so I asked Tang Ling to teach me how to draw lines this afternoon, and then see if I am willing to stick to drawing.

Ninety-nine sentences I said were false, but occasionally one sentence was true.I really want to find a driving force that can make people live hard, and this power has been given to Tangling since the day before yesterday, but I think that if I can transfer it to painting, it may last longer.

I don't know why Tangling listened to Chen Xing's words very much. After being ordered, she didn't even have the slightest refutation. She just told me that he had to change the painting for the students first, and then he could teach me.

I heard him answer students' sketches of still life, what are the taboos when forming shapes, and so on.I have a very good memory and memorized a lot of words that I didn't understand at all, and I asked them all out when Tang Ling came to me.

But Tangling just told me that I can do whatever composition and shape I like.

At this time, I felt that he just didn't want to talk to me, and because of Chen Xing's embarrassment, he got angry.But he seemed to understand my expression, sat down next to me, and squeezed the words I just said: "Coaxial and equidistant will not affect expression, and rigidity does not mean that good works will not be produced. .”

Probably because he thought I didn’t understand, he said again: “The things you want to get are different, there is no need to restrict yourself with those things that evaluate them.”

Inexplicably, I remembered Tang Ling’s words for a long time, and I often remembered them, because later I found that Tang Ling seemed to have been bitten into a closed circle by his own wild deer-like thoughts and pond fish-like friendship. Paradox ring.

There was a sudden burst of uniform sighs in the classroom.I knocked on the little sister next to me, she told me that Chen Xing just said that there is no model for the character sketch today, and she wants to turn the bottle to kill pigs.

"I'm not cheating, but I really have a bad cervical spine recently..."

It seems that the pig is still quibbling.

Just now I heard from a classmate that Tang Ling would do fan paintings when he was sketching characters, and I approached him a little excitedly: "Can you come and paint me, I'll be a model?"

"I want you to stay still." Tang Ling reminded.

I said it was okay, so Tang Ling raised her eyebrows and grabbed me to the chair in the middle of the classroom.

"Draw him today."

I heard a girl say: "I used to be grandpa and auntie. Except for spinning the bottle to smoke us, I basically didn't draw anyone under 50 years old. He's still a handsome young man."

Thank you and I feel honored too.I answer in my heart.

I was actually a little nervous, more nervous than I was when I went to the concert hall on my first tour.In fact, I don't want to laugh, but once I started laughing, I was doomed not to let it go, until as time passed, I gradually could not perceive the existence of the muscles on my face, but when I thought of seeing Tang Ling's painting of me later, I There was no resentment at all.

There was only the rustling sound of writing in the classroom, so I had no choice but to go out of my mind and look at the Berryman body on the opposite bookshelf.

After a long time, I saw Tang Ling walking up to the balcony from behind me, and after a while, another tall woman came.The woman leaned against the balcony and lit a cigarette, and then they started to smoke the same one. The short tail of the cigarette was covered with bright red lip marks, which must have covered the blood spots left by his dry lips.The woman leaned on his shoulder. He didn't reach out to hug her, but he didn't refuse either. The smoke drifted past his moist eyes and melted into the gray roof. In this gray island city, the firelight was as damp as his eyes. Bright.

Through a layer of gray glass, Tang Ling glanced down at me, and the smile at the tip of her eyes spread like mold.

"It's time." Chen Xing tapped on the drawing board.

The woman left when Chen Xing spoke, and kissed Tang Ling before leaving, which made me feel that this might be a precarious affair.

I wrinkled my face and moved my joints carefully, then walked towards Tangling, there was a window between us.

"Teacher Xiaotang, where's your fan painting?"

I added: "I heard them say that you can draw people from life."

Tang Ling leaned over on the window sill, "I never said I wanted to paint."

I was speechless for a while, and recalled it carefully, it seemed that Tangling had never promised anything.

I was a little depressed, and my whole body was so stiff and sore.He almost wanted to open his mouth to say something to him, but suffered from not having the slightest position.

Probably because I remembered what I said that I was a cashier in a bookstore, and I was usually short of money, so Chen Xing asked me to continue to come over to be a model if I had time, ten yuan a class.It was originally just a question, but it turned into a threatening sentence when it was allocated to the students who sat for a week. A group of students were very excited and wanted me to stay. Although they were not interested in this job at all, when I looked into their eyes, I actually said no. Say that no word.

"……it is good."

Before I finished pronouncing a good word, Tang Ling suddenly walked in and raised her voice, "He's quite tired."

He leaned against the wall again, and said lightly to Chen Xing, "It's just a child, how can I sit still?"

Before I had time to see what attitude Chen Xing and the others had, Tang Ling grabbed my forearm.

Pulling me out of the studio, Tangling just walked half a step in front of me in silence, then bought two bottles of pirated Hedy Soda at the canteen in front of the middle school, and handed me a bottle.

When the bottle cap was unscrewed, the courageous transparent bubbles moved upwards like sardines, as if a violent shock had occurred on the bottom of the sea. I touched my chest subconsciously, but it was difficult to distinguish the source of the shock.

"What if I want to do it?" I said suddenly.

Tang Ling didn't seem to care too much: "I'm afraid you will cry wronged in front of everyone."

"I can be your nude model."

I scratched my eyes, "Don't you have any classes for adults... I really want to learn."

Tang Ling raised her chin and pointed to the end of the road: "There is a good studio there."

"It's just to cultivate hobbies, the requirements are not high, so why look far away."

Tang Ling walked up to the front again, and only said, "Noisy."

So on the way to his house, I didn't have a chance to talk again. I thought to myself that next time I meet sister Chen Wumian, I must tell her that Tang Ling was stealing food outside.

When we got to his house, Tang Ling asked me to stand at the door, and he went to find clothes.

I was so afraid of the eyes of passing aunts and aunts that I had to stand inside the door even if I was forced to stand, so I stepped in, only to see a painting on the easel next to the wall, which was a watercolor.The tone is dark green, with a bright white moon and a white body. The man's head is half hanging down the edge of the sofa, and his movements are so casual that he seems to be asleep.There is no gender characteristic, and the facial features are also vague, but there is a head of black hair and a long scar on the arm.

Tang Ling also wrote a sentence on the painting: "He is like Salty Lemon Seven."