can i borrow your white paint

"Di Di-"

I don't know how many times the car horn sounded from behind, and I could tell how impatient the owner of the car was from the sound.

Cheng Yi leaned against the pole beside the road with a large bag in his hand, looked at the green signal light opposite and sighed.

He counted silently in his heart, and soon, when he counted to "9", the window of the honking car just lowered, a man poked his bald head out, and then began to yell.

"Can the fuck still drive?! Won't you drive the car like a bird?..."

Sliding birds is not the same way of gliding.

Cheng Yi grumbled secretly, then moved his shoulders with his hips on his hips, resigned to his fate, carried the big bag on his back, and turned left to make a detour.

There are many people in this city, and it is lively and lively every day, and sometimes the noise makes people's brains hurt.

The south side of the city is even more terrible. The road has been built recently and the fence has surrounded the road. The road has narrowed, but the number of cars has not decreased. They are crowded and rear-ended several times a day, and the scolding has never stopped.

After finally reaching a fork in the road, the noise dissipated a lot, and the vibrating mobile phone hidden in the pocket attracted the attention of the owner.

"Hello?" Cheng Yi didn't have time to look at his phone, so he picked up the phone while hurrying.

"Where is the person? Are you a little girl and you still need to put on makeup when you go out?! What time are you looking at?!" There was a rough man's voice on the other side of the phone, and it seemed that the other party might not be in a good mood.

"There was a car accident on Jianmin Road and it was blocked." Cheng Yi frowned, but didn't say anything else. After all, no matter how good the reason is, being late is late.

"Knowing that the road is blocked with centipedes every day, why don't you leave early?!" The voice was still very irritable, but obviously his anger had calmed down a lot. "Hurry up! If you don't see anyone in 10 minutes, the money will be deducted!"

Hearing the busy tone coming from the phone, Cheng Yi cursed secretly, but the father of the gold master is bigger than the sky, no matter how upset he is, he still has to pack his bag and run honestly.

The irascible man on the phone is Zhou Renyang, a well-known landowner in this area, everyone who knows him calls him Brother Yang.

I heard that this patriarch was a former official who left behind a lot of antiques. Brother Yang has no culture, so he just earned some money by buying and selling antiques, and he lived a good life.

The landowner considers himself a scholarly family, and likes to make things that look quite artistic. This time, he got in touch with Cheng Yi because of a corner of this small alley in the south of the city.

There are many shopping malls in the south of the city, the economic flow is not bad, and there are one or two high-end residential areas. Zhou Renyang is able to find an old and dilapidated corner in this area.

The first time Cheng Yi met Zhou Renyang was on New Year's Eve.

He was sitting on the side of the road painting and sketching, and was stared at. Zhou Renyang was an amateur, so he didn't know if it was good or not. Anyway, he thought it was pretty good, so he waved his hand and asked him if he wanted to earn some pocket money.

Cheng Yi was still holding a pencil and didn't react, so he was considered "thinking" by default.

So he saw that alley, so he contracted that corner.

In 10 minutes, at the 9th minute and 57th second, Cheng Yi stood in front of Zhou Renyang panting heavily.

"Little young man, fast pace!" Zhou Renyang looked at the dot on the phone and nodded in satisfaction, regardless of whether he was tired or not, he raised his hand and pointed to his work, "I've finished the ladder/ladder for you, Two weeks, don't let me down! Come on!"

Add your fucking head!

Cheng Yi looked at the man with a big beer belly in front of him, and cursed no less than fifty swear words in his heart.

Don't paint early and don't paint late, I have to wait until he starts school to find him to paint, and it's also because he is short of money during this time, otherwise he will take this job because he is really sick.

But complaining is nothing but complaints, what should be rolled up and done.

To be honest, it wasn't hot this day, but in order to show his level, Cheng Yi still took off the jacket outside.

As soon as the clothes were off his body, he shivered.

Let's drink some Banlangen at home, he thought to himself.

Zhou Renyang saw that he was getting into the mood quickly, so he didn't say anything, patted him on the shoulder, said "do it well" and left.

So he was the only one left in this place, and he seemed a little deserted.

But Cheng Yi didn't think that, to be honest, he was at ease when all the irrelevant people left.

The wall and floor tiles are indeed too old.

He reached out and touched the wall, turned around and saw that one hand was covered with wall dust.

The coloring isn't very good either.

Cheng Yi sighed, stood there silent for a while, then took out the tape measure from the bag, and began to measure the length, width and height of this space.

"Fuck, is this a joke?" When he reached the lower left corner, he couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to curse, "This fucking rotten hole?!"

It's so weird!He closed his eyes, calmed himself silently, his heart is all about money, life is not easy to make money, hard work, endure a moment of calm...

When he opened his eyes again, Cheng Yi's face was calm.

"Come on." He said softly to himself, "You are a mature migrant worker, it's time to learn to face the hardships of life calmly."

Soon, after a few crackling tin cans, he calmed down, sat next to the painting bag, took a pen and a notebook and began to write and draw.

The wind in March was still very cool, and the broken wall in the south of the city blocked it for a bit, but there was still a trace of coolness leaking out, blowing the broken hair on the young man's forehead.

"Tsk." Cheng Yi frowned, and brushed his hair casually, but the wind was short-sighted, and it was messed up again after a while.

Annoyed, he groped around and finally found a rubber band in the bottom pocket of his jeans.

But this rubber band is not a serious hair rubber band, but a rubber band.

Cheng Yi stared at the rubber band that was about to die in his hand for a while, and finally resigned to his fate and condescended to use it.

This rubber band seems to be used to bind the plastic box when I bought sushi a month ago.

When he finished drawing the manuscript, he finally remembered the origin of the rubber band.

Already... have you fallen to this level?

He was full of sadness.

Perhaps his borderland was too miserable, even the wind that blew past him was full of emotion, and with a light sweep, Fang Hengzhi, who was across the street, sneezed.

"Ah Choo!" Fang Hengzhi leaned on the armrest of the shopping mall and rubbed his nose, quite helplessly, "The change of seasons is annoying and uncomfortable!"

"You can pull it off." The fat man next to him didn't answer his words, and rolled his eyes shamelessly, "Can you honestly admit that your life will be shortened if you have a stuffy nose and rhinitis?"

This said.

Fang Heng touched the tip of his nose, and chuckled lightly: "No, but I will lose face."

After finishing speaking, he paused, and added: "Men, you can't admit that you are weak."

Even if it is rhinitis, it will not work.

"..." Well, you can really do it.The fat man rolled his eyes almost 180 degrees.

He thought to himself, this buddy looks like a person, why is he so indifferent?

His resentment was too great, Fang Hengzhi couldn't pretend to be blind and deaf, he pointed to his eyes politely: "Liao Chengfan, I can see it, there is no need for you to roll your eyes so exaggeratedly, as long as you mean it. "

Liao Chengfan sneered, expressing his attitude silently.

But this time he didn't play tricks, but took out the cigarette in his pocket and rubbed it in his hand.

After a while, he finally spoke: "Brother Fang, are you sure?"

When he asked, Fang Hengzhi laughed.

He took the cigarette case in Liao Chengfan's hand, twisted his fingers lightly, and the cigarette case nimbly returned to the other party's pocket.

"Oh, what are you doing?" Liao Chengfan frowned, and wanted to reach for the cigarette case.

"Be honest." Fang Heng twitched his hand, and then slapped the opponent's fat paw again, "I'm tired of the smell of smoke, please calm down."

It's strange to say that he was indeed rude, but the fat man who looked like a big and thick man just now didn't get angry, but he was really honest and didn't touch the cigarette case anymore.

Fang Heng knew that he was interesting, so he didn't say any more when he arrived. He just yawned lazily and answered the other party's question by the way.

"I'm sure, if I don't change it, I will go this way."

Liao Chengfan frowned: "I didn't say, Brother Fang, if you want to take the 985 test, there is really no need. Just your grades..."

"Stop it." Fang Hengzhi knocked on the armrest, then stretched out his hand to grab the void in front of him, "It's really not for the college entrance examination. There is no other reason, don't think about it, I really like it."

Liao Chengfan looked at him for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out whether what this person said was true or not.

He had known this man for six years, but he still didn't know him very well.

So at this moment, he really couldn't give any advice or excuses, so he nodded silently: "I respect your choice."

Fang Hengzhi raised his eyebrows and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you. I should go back now. The two ancestors of the family are still waiting to scold me."

"Fuck, it's like rushing to a banquet." Liao Chengfan gave him a thumbs up in admiration, "Go back and talk about it, don't quarrel with uncles and aunts."

"Do you still need to teach me?" Fang Heng straightened his clothes around the neckline, and straightened his body carelessly, "I'm so worry-free, I never quarreled with my parents."

"Yes," Liao Chengfan agreed, "You keep annoyed them half to death and then pretend to be dead when they scold you."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

He gave a "tsk" sound, then raised his foot and kicked over: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Liao Chengfan is a nimble fat man, he twisted his waist and moved his feet——

Still did not escape.

"..."

Fang Heng knew that the kick was as if he had eyes, and it landed on the fat buttocks with precision.

"Hey, I can't even hide."

"My brother," Liao Chengfan said sincerely, "do you still have to predict when fighting?"

"You're stupid." Fang Hengzhi waved his hand, "If you're really gone, you should go back early, don't hang around outside every day, and do something serious."

"Hey." Liao Chengfan responded with a smile.

"Fuck, it's finally over!" When Cheng Yi raised his head from the sketchbook, he felt that life was full of light.

It's too late for coloring today, but it's still possible to spread a line drawing on the wall with a pencil.

He stretched, his back made a "creak" sound, and the stiffness and discomfort caused by sitting on the short stone steps for a long time finally subsided.

The ruler was placed in the big painting bag at arm's length in front of him, because he really didn't want to move, so he didn't leave his butt off the stone steps, but raised it slightly, trying to stretch his upper body to grab the ruler.

Then, before the ruler could be picked up, someone kicked his ass.

Cheng Yi: "???" Fuck?

He only felt his buttocks being pushed by a force, which immediately made him lose his balance. He leaned forward and rushed forward.

"Pfft."

With a muffled sound, he paid homage to his painting bag for his old age.

Cheng Yi: "..."

He looked at his painting bag with a blank expression, and stood up with a blank expression, enduring the pain in his knee, and finally looked back at the source of the evil force with a blank expression.

The moment he looked over, Cheng Yi had a look of surprise in his eyes.

The person who came was about 1.8 meters five, his skin was very fair, especially his pair of phoenix eyes, he looked like a vixen, and he looked like a scumbag.

Oh yo, handsome guy.

he thought.

But so what?Still a sucker.

He added.

Fang Hengzhi looked away from the phone when he felt a familiar touch on his toes.

Facts have proved that walking and playing with mobile phones is not a good idea.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in the embarrassing situation of watching someone being kicked by him to the point of drawing a New Year's greeting for him.

"That..." Fang Hengzhi naturally felt the unkindness in the other person's eyes, he smiled to show that he was very friendly, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Yi was happy.

Good guy, although I admit that you are handsome, but you kicked me and smiled at me, it's a bit too big, isn't it?

So before the other party's beautiful lips moved and prepared to spit out some beautiful words, he stopped the conversation.

"I'm easy to talk." He smiled and peeled off a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, vaguely saying, "Give me a happy old age, and this matter will be over."

Fang Hengzhi, who was just about to treat the other party to dinner: "?"

Well, don't ask for this meal.

He smiled unabated, and calmly rolled up his sleeves: "Come here, come closer, and I'll give you New Year's greetings."

Still scaring me?Cheng Yi expressed his disdain for it, it's just a beautiful waste, this shelf is quite enough.

This area is where Cheng Yi grew up. He has been around for 16 years. In recent years, this is the first time he has encountered such a short-sighted person.

And he was really upset recently, Cheng Yi only hesitated for two seconds, then rolled up his sleeves, ready to ask the other party about New Year greeting etiquette.

Then he ran.

Walking like flying, he skipped the handsome guy in a flash.

"..." Fang Hengzhi had just rolled up the second cuff, but when he looked up, the other party was gone.

He looked blankly at the other party running fast, desperately grabbing a certain piece of paper that was blown up by the wind, and rarely felt very overwhelmed.

The figure of the boy running against the wind is inexplicably bleak.

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Because the summer vacation is coming soon, the update of "White Pigment" should be relatively stable, v will follow the list before v, and v will be updated in the future! !

ps: Due to some reasons, the update of "Broken Mirror" is still not fast. Some parts of the previous article are also being sorted out and revised. I bow down and apologize to everyone!