can i borrow your white paint

After three days in Shanghai, Cheng Yi planned to go home.

Although Fang Hengzhi still wanted to play for a while, but due to the pressure of Ru Ting's phone call, he could only reluctantly give up this idea.

Cheng Rou still has her own things to do here, and she can't stay with Cheng Yi all the time, and there is Fang Hengzhi beside him, so she hasn't come to them these days.

He only said that he would go to see Cheng Yi when he had time later, but he didn't forget to ask for his contact information and address this time.

The time has entered August, and art classes have also started at the Fourteenth Middle School.

Fang Hengzhi harassed him on the phone less frequently, presumably because the class was tight and he couldn't spare his hands.

Although sometimes he frees up his hands to harass him, he doesn't necessarily respond.

The midsummer cicadas sang non-stop, and the wind rustled the leaves throughout August.

Sitting in front of the New Century counter, Cheng Yi looked at the sundial on the road sign outside the window, and it was a month at a glance.

There is no freedom for migrant workers, and poor Cheng Moutong was left at home by himself.

Fang Hengzhi would occasionally come to the Internet cafe to drag him upstairs to play two games, but most of the time, he was still alone, reading calligraphy and painting for a while when no one was around, or reading textbooks when he was free. Like a holiday, quiet and boring.

Until the beginning of school at the end of the month, Fang Hengzhi came here to look for him when he was supposed to be in class.

"What's the matter?" He poured a glass of water, put it on the table and pushed it over, "Who made your ancestor unhappy?"

"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Fang Hengzhi took the water and finished it in one gulp, wiped off his sweat, and said, "I just had a fight with Liu Ni."

Cheng Yi laughed: "Did she scold you?"

"Yeah." Fang Hengzhi looked sleepy, "She said that because I learned a little painting before, I became arrogant and conceited, and I didn't have a tutor."

Cheng Yi was a little shocked, he couldn't imagine what happened to make Liu Ni scold him so hard.

"Are you curious about what I did to be scolded like this? Fang Hengzhi pointed to the empty paper cup, signaling him to pour another glass of water."

This look looks like an old man, and he doesn't show any sadness at being scolded.

Cheng Yi sighed, and appointed someone to pour water for him.

Fang Hengzhi rolled his eyes, and after drinking the water again, he opened his mouth and explained the whole story to him.

Cheng Yi was speechless for a while after listening to his narrative with subjective emotions.

To put it simply, Fang Hengzhi accidentally fell asleep while Liu Ni was giving a lecture. He had a good attitude and stood behind without saying a word, but Liu Nifei felt overwhelmed and added a few more sentences.

Fang Hengzhi was annoyed at this moment, politely waited for her to finish speaking, then turned around and left without saying a word, extremely chic and presumptuous.

"It's like a joke that this teacher came here." Cheng Yi sighed, "To be honest, I don't even want to learn from her, what can she teach."

"Who knows." Fang Hengzhi began to pick up a pile of things on the table in front of him, and it took him a long time to pick out a small bun. "I heard that he graduated from a normal school. It seems to be a second book. It must have been 247 in the art examination."

Cheng Yi thought for a while and said, "That's not very high."

There are three subjects in Jiangsu's art examination, sketching and color sketching, with a total score of [-] points.

The two subjects of sketching and color account for a relatively large proportion, each accounting for 120 points, and sketching is 60 points. Generally, if you get 170 or 180 points, you are considered qualified, but if you want to be admitted to a good school, you still need to get around 250 points .

247 points, not too good, not too bad.

Fang Heng knew that after two bites of a bun, he found that he was still very hungry, so he immediately pulled Cheng Yi up from the chair: "Leave her alone, I'm starving to death now. Hurry up! Come and eat with me."

Cheng Yi was forced to get up: "It's only 11:30, are you hungry?"

"I didn't have breakfast." Fang Hengzhi took his wrist and walked straight out, looking at his phone while saying to him, "Take you to my house to eat."

Cheng Yi was startled, and wanted to break away from his hand in an instant: "Don't make trouble! I won't go!"

Fuck, it's too sudden to go to someone's house in such a hurry, he is afraid of embarrassment, so he won't go!

"It's okay, there's no one in my house, usually I'm the only one." Fang Hengzhi tightened his fingers a little and exerted a little strength, "And my parents have traveled to Tibet, so I'm the only one who can appear at home now, and noon The aunt who came back to cook for me."

Cheng Yi hesitated for a moment, and wanted to refuse again.

But he couldn't stand this person's warm invitation, so he nodded in agreement.

So he was dragged away in such a daze.

He thought that this person was going to take a taxi again, but he didn't expect that the young master might choose to walk because he wanted to experience the life of the people.

Thinking back to the first time they came to New Century together, Fang Hengzhi only sent him home on the way, so it is estimated that his home should be quite far from here.

Cheng Yi was not afraid of walking, so Fang Heng didn't refuse when he knew he wanted to go, thinking about walking with him for a while, just walk for a while.

Then he was led to turn two corners and came to Azure International, which was 100 meters away.

Cheng Yi: "..."

When Fang Hengzhi turned his head to look at him, he saw the indescribable and somewhat strange expression on his face, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Yi looked at him with a complicated expression: "Your family lives here?"

"That's right." Fang Hengzhi was a little strange, "You don't like this place?"

"No, it's not." Cheng Yi pulled the corners of his stiff lips and smiled, "I just think it's hard work for you to drop in from New Century."

Fang Hengzhi didn't think about the previous incident at all, and patted his head inexplicably: "It's not hard, can't we get there after just two steps?"

The first grader is a fool, Cheng Yi didn't want to bully him, so he gave him a meaningful look, and stopped talking.

Sending him off on the left and right days is considered to be his advantage.

Fang Hengzhi's heart was trembling when he was seen, and he didn't think about why this person said that for a long time.

So I simply didn't think about it any more, and forgot about this little episode quite reassuringly, and started wandering around the community with this person.

There are three types of houses in Weilan International, one is the northernmost villa area, one is the duplex apartment in the middle, and the other is the most common single-story apartment.

To Cheng Yi's surprise, the place Fang Hengzhi took him was not a villa, but the most common 26-story apartment building.

Fang Hengzhi lived on the top floor.

"Why do you look surprised?" Fang Hengzhi led him in, took out a new pair of cotton and linen sandals and handed them to him.

Cheng Yi looked around, shook his head and said, "I thought you must live in the villa area."

The decoration of Fang Hengzhi's home is Nordic style, with three high-end tones of black, white and gray matching each other, making the house appear spacious, tidy and tall.

I just don't know why, it doesn't feel like it's inhabited.

As soon as this idea came out, Fang Hengzhi answered him with the next sentence: "Oh, you said the villa area, that's where my parents live, and I usually don't go there."

Cheng Yi: "..."

Sorry, I still underestimated your family's financial strength.

Poverty limits the rich imagination of young people.

The dishes made by my aunt have already been placed in the insulation box in the kitchen. Judging by the heat level, it should be just cooked.

Fang Hengzhi smiled, and brought out the dishes: "Look, we came just in time."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Cheng Yi could reply, the doorbell rang.

Fang Hengzhi frowned: "Who is it?"

Cheng Yi turned around and opened the door.

"Brother Fang, good afternoon! I'm coming to your house..." Liao Chengfan looked at the familiar face that didn't fit the logic of appearing here after the door opened, and said the last word in a daze, " ……meal."

Cheng Yi: "..." I'm afraid I'm not a fool.

He sighed, turned sideways to give the buddy a gap to enter the door: "Come in quickly, there are mosquitoes outside the door."

Although there are not many mosquitoes on the 26th floor, it is still necessary to prevent it.

And he had seen the shadow of mosquitoes just now.

Liao Chengfan nodded, got in as if he had lost his soul, and consciously took out a pair of disposable slippers to change into.

Turning his head again, he saw Fang Hengzhi who had just finished setting out the dishes and was looking at him coldly.

Liao Chengfan: "...Brother, have you changed your gender? Have you turned into a good wife and mother?"

The corner of Cheng Yi's mouth curled up in joy.

Returning a good wife and loving mother, this guy will have no fate with these four words in his next life, and has nothing to do with them at all.

Fang Hengzhi also "tsk": "Don't talk if you can't speak. Why are you here when you have nothing to do?"

Liao Chengfan scratched the back of his head, looked at Cheng Yi and Fang Hengzhi, and said with a sad face, "Isn't it because I'm bored at home alone, thinking that you are alone, so I come here to accompany you."

After finishing speaking, he glanced resentfully at Cheng Yi who was picking out a drink in front of the refrigerator: "Who knew you already had a new love?"

Cheng Yi came over with a bottle of milk tea, didn't hear clearly, and tilted his head in doubt: "Huh?"

Before Liao Chengfan could repeat, Fang Hengzhi said, "It's nothing. Brother Yi, help me with that bottle of milk tea too, the one with double the pearls."

Cheng Yi nodded, turned around and went back to get it.

Liao Chengfan who watched the whole process: "..."

No, this isn't the gangster I know.

He was so confused that he couldn't help leaning into Fang Hengzhi's ear, and whispered: "Did you threaten someone like that?"

Fang Hengzhi looked at the heads of chopsticks of various colors in his hand and said without raising them, "No, what can I threaten him with?"

"I don't know either." Liao Chengfan was puzzled, "But if you didn't threaten him, why would he listen to you like this?"

Looking at the person in front of the refrigerator who had just inserted the straw before coming, he added, "Is he still being so kind to you?"

"He listened to me?" Fang Hengzhi was finally willing to give him a shocked look, "When did he listen to me?"

Still being nice to me?

Just kidding, it's fine if Cheng Yi doesn't blow his head off, so he still listens to him?

Are you blind or crazy?

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Liao Chengfan was even more confused.

It turns out... Isn't this considered "good"?

Except for Fang Hengzhi, Liao Chengfan's cronies are no longer in school, and Fang Hengzhi can't be defined by the relationship between ordinary classmates and friends, so he thought...

Maybe this is the enviable camaraderie among classmates.

So, he watched Fang Hengzhi peel Cheng Yi's shrimp and shave the fishbone with a fairly normal attitude.

However, the two parties did not feel that there was anything wrong.

After a meal, Liao Chengfan felt strangely blocked.

It's a very complicated feeling.

Call it jealousy, but he doesn't want Brother Fang to treat him like this at all; call it envy, neither of these two people has anything that makes him envious.

It’s weird.

After eating, Fang Hengzhi packed up the plates and chopsticks and threw them into the dishwasher before Cheng Yi.

"Are you still planning to go to school in the next two days?" Cheng Yi stood at the kitchen door and watched him suck his hands.

"I won't go." Fang Hengzhi said, "I need two days to ease my mood, otherwise I'm afraid I will quarrel with her."

Cheng Yi lowered his head and let out a muffled laugh.

Although he knew that this school bully was not serious, every time he heard this person say that, he still felt a little funny.

But these two people knew who "she" was, but Liao Chengfan outside the door didn't know.

He was at a loss, feeling that he was being excluded: "Why are you arguing? Did Brother Fang provoke you? Who are you talking about?"

Fang Hengzhi originally planned to ignore him, but Cheng Yi explained it to him.

Half an hour later, Liao Chengfan, who had heard the whole story, became angry.

"Damn! Who is she? Who gave her face?!" He drank half a bottle of milk tea angrily, "A teacher, why do you speak so badly?"

"Princess disease." Fang Hengzhi lazily leaned on the sofa and said casually, "Lack of beatings from society."

Cheng Yi nodded in agreement: "If she meets a few more students like you, she might not be what she is now."

Fang Heng was delighted, and slapped him on the shoulder with a swing of his arm: "Don't talk about the second, the boss, it's as if you are very worry-free."

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows noncommittally, thinking that you may not have a clear understanding of yourself, obviously you are worse than me.

Liao Chengfan didn't pay attention to the weird fight between the two of them, and was still angrily scolding Liu Ni.

"I didn't say that this kind of person is really not qualified to be a teacher. What the hell is a little princess? If you don't want to be a teacher, go home and lie down..."

"What can a teacher like her teach..."

"Otherwise, why don't you two learn from her, Brother Yi and Brother Fang?"

This sentence finally managed to attract the attention of the other two.

Seeing that he was about to stand up, Cheng Yi sighed, bent down and pulled off his trousers, which were caught by the legs of the coffee table: "Where can I learn if I'm not here? The school is looking for this institution."

Liao Chengfan was taken aback by his action, and was quite flattered, feeling that the hems of his trousers that had been pulled down became high-end.

He stammered: "Just, just me. I have an uncle I know who runs a studio. You can learn from him."

Fang Hengzhi stared at his trousers, and said expressionlessly, "Which studio?"

Liao Chengfan's right eye twitched, he said tremblingly, "Chu Xia Studio."

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Chuxia Studio, a well-known and old-fashioned studio in this province.

It had always been the pinnacle of the unified examination before, and there was a provincial champion in the year before last, but it seemed that it was not good in the past two years, and the top three never came out again.

However, the old teachers who used to be placed there, the whole studio is still very powerful.

And as one of the few studios whose main campus is located in northern Jiangsu, early summer can be said to be the best choice for art students in northern Jiangsu, not to mention that the main campus in northern Jiangsu is still in the city where Cheng Yi and the others live now.

It's a pity that Chuxia Studio has never cooperated with the school, it is very noble, so if you go to study here, you still have a lot of concerns.

For example, studying art with the institution that the school cooperates with, you can study art in the morning and art in the afternoon and evening. Taking care of both aspects will make many people feel more at ease.

And if you study in Chuxia studio, you can't go back to school from the summer vacation of the third year of high school, and you have to train in the Chuxia training camp all the time, which means that you can't study cultural courses before the art examination.

The time for the art examination is in December of the third year of high school.

Being completely out of touch with culture is a fatal blow to many art students. The time is tight in the third year of high school. Everyone is racing against time to study, and they forget to eat and sleep day and night for the college entrance examination.

After all, it is the same college entrance examination as thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. If you accidentally relax, you will be compared.

Therefore, very few art students dare to take the gamble and choose to completely give up the six-month culture class and strive for a high score in art.

The same is true for Cheng Yi. He is not good at cultural subjects, so he doesn't want to choose this last resort option.

And... the cost of training at the studio in early summer is not cheap.

It can be said that it is more than three times that of the school's partner institutions.

Fang Hengzhi looked sideways and guessed what he was thinking.

Sighing, he waved his hand at Liao Chengfan, and interrupted: "Let's talk."

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Let us congratulate Fang Zai and Yi Zai for successfully opening the dungeon—Jiangsu art students' college entrance examination road!