can i borrow your white paint

"Wake up." Cheng Yi patted Fang Hengzhi, who was sleeping on the upper bunk as if he had died, frowned, and then patted the two roommates on the next bed, "Lesson starts in 15 minutes!"

Si Yunan let out an "ah", and his eyelids trembled with difficulty.

Seeing that he was about to wake up, Cheng Yi turned to shout to the one below: "Bao Rui! Wake up!!"

But Bao Rui slept like a dead pig, and Fang Hengzhi next door sat up with his eyes closed when he heard the movement, Bao Rui was still indifferent.

Cheng Yi: "..." It's really a lot of experience, it's the first time I've seen someone like Fang Hengzhi who can still sleep.

He was helpless, and extended his hand politely to Si Yunan.

The implication is: I can't do it, you come.

Si Yunan looked at the lower bunk without a word, resigned himself to his fate, turned over, and shouted while brushing his teeth, "Brother Rui! Get up! Brother Rui, wake up!!"

Cheng Yi was startled when he heard this movement.

The sound insulation of the dormitory is not good, and other dormitories who don't know about it may be able to fight for them.

"What's the matter?" Fang Hengzhi sat on the bed blankly, looking at the next bed with sleepy eyes but very shocked, "Such a big movement?"

"Are you ashamed to talk about others? There is a lot of movement calling you to get up." Cheng Yi pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, "Get up soon, and there are still more than ten minutes before class."

"Fuck!" Fang Hengzhi glanced at the time on the phone, and immediately jumped out of bed, while brushing his teeth and washing his face while getting dressed, his movements were so skillful that one wanted to beat him up, "Aren't we too late for breakfast?"

Bao Ruigang opened his eyes with difficulty. Hearing this, he was no longer sleepy. He simply used the crutch beside the bed to hook up his clothes: "Don't! I will starve to death if I don't eat breakfast!"

Seeing that the cripple was moving faster than himself, Si Yunan rolled his eyes and didn't say much, silently speeding up his hands to pack things up.

Cheng Yi mourned for 421's life for the next six months, and then took the steaming steamed buns from the table: "I took breakfast when I went down in the morning, I don't know what stuffing you eat, so I took two of them. , you can share and eat whatever you want."

Bao Rui paused when he put on his clothes.

In the next second, he and Si Yunan looked over, as if seeing a Bodhisattva.

"Thank you, Brother Yi!" Si Yunan didn't bother to wipe his face with a towel after washing his face. He grabbed a bun and gnawed it, "Fuck, it smells so good! Brother, you will be my real brother from now on!"

Bao Rui silently agreed.

Cheng Yi laughed, and raised his eyebrows at someone who hadn't spoken since the beginning: "You don't want to eat?"

Fang Hengzhi was flirting with his hairstyle in front of the mirror, and he didn't turn his head when he heard the words: "I don't want to eat buns this morning."

Cheng Yi smiled.

He knew whether Fang Hengzhi liked to eat strong food in the morning. Although steamed stuffed bun was a normal breakfast, it was still a bit reluctant for this person who almost always had sandwiches, milk and soy milk every morning.

But there is no way, the breakfast in the restaurant is fixed every morning, and the milk is okay, but the rest is really unreasonable.

Fortunately, after the lesson last night, Fang Heng knew that this time there was no unreasonable trouble, and he was very adaptable to accept this early morning without breakfast.

Chuxia Studio considers that most of the art students' current grades have not passed the undergraduate course, so in the mornings of July and August, they spend all their time on cultural classes for these students.

As for the teachers of the culture class, most of them are relatively free teachers invited from other schools. Since there is no charge for supplementary lessons, the level of the teachers can be imagined, not very high.

Fang Hengzhi and Cheng Yi only had one course selection difference, and the first class of English was still taught together normally.

Cheng Yi was ready to do the questions while listening to the class, but unexpectedly, the English teacher would start with the basic grammar learned in junior high school.

He was speechless for a moment, then turned to look at the people around him.

Sure enough, someone was already lying on the table, ready to go to bed.

Cheng Yi thought that this person must be uncomfortable with an empty stomach, so he yelled at him after a little hesitation.

"Huh?" When Fang Hengzhi opened his eyes and looked at him in response, his eyelids were still shaking.

Cheng Yi's heart softened when he saw it, and he took out a bag of bread slices from his bag: "Eat something before going to bed."

Fang Hengzhi's drowsiness disappeared more than half in an instant.

He blinked, and suddenly smiled: "I bought it for me?"

"Otherwise?" Cheng Yi angrily threw the slice of bread into his arms, "It's a matter of course."

He was not angry, and even opened the test paper on the table in a good mood.

He pushed forward and handed the slice of bread to Cheng Yi: "It can't be opened."

Cheng Yi: "...you broke your hand?"

Fang Hengzhi looked at him innocently: "The pillow was numb when I was sleeping just now."

Cheng Yi's forehead twitched: "Use your mouth."

Fang Hengzhi: "..." It was an unexpected answer.

But in the end, Cheng Yi opened the packing bag for him.

There is no other reason, it is simply that I don't want this person to make trouble with him for another morning.

He thought, if Fang Hengzhi was a woman, it would definitely be more difficult than it is now.

After a morning of culture class that was like a self-study class, the students were a little tired.

At lunch, a boy sat next to Cheng Yi, and sighed with a sad face: "Cheng Yi, do you think that if we finish the art test and go back, it will not be as high as half of the original culture class?"

This boy is Du Letao, their new classmate, and he is sitting on Cheng Yi's right side in the studio.

Cheng Yi saw his expression, the words rolled around in his mouth, and decided to say something tactful: "Not necessarily, reading more books may not necessarily make you fall."

Du Letao curled his lips: "I used to be No.1 in our class, and it would be too embarrassing if I did badly in the exam."

Fang Hengzhi on the other table was aroused by his words, put down his spoon and asked, "Then your grades are very good?"

Cheng Yi saw Du Letao nodded arrogantly, and then nodded with pretended reserve: "It's not bad, it's not too good."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

He and Cheng Yi exchanged glances, then stopped the conversation at the same time, and bowed their heads silently to eat.

Du Letao waited for a long time but couldn't wait for the two people to continue asking. He was a little unhappy, so he took the initiative to speak and continued: "The main reason is that my culture score is only [-]. It would be a pity if the culture score is left behind because of art." .”

Cheng Yi: "..."

His eating spoon got stuck in the rice.

If it weren't for this sentence, he would have almost forgotten that in the group of art students, a cultural score of [-] points is indeed a very good result, and it is not too high to say that it is in the forefront.

So his grades are actually considered excellent, but he has been in contact with Fang Hengzhi for a long time, and he cannot get rid of the rank of scumbag for a while.

He raised his head and looked at Fang Hengzhi with a complicated expression.

Fang Hengzhi was very calm, and applauded for face, with a sincere tone: "Awesome!"

Du Letao was very satisfied with his reaction, he felt refreshed after being praised, and his eating speed became faster.

Cheng Yi's expression became a little more complicated.

He wanted to say: Dude, do you know who is in front of you?

It's the second in the fucking city!

The second in the city has no intention of bragging at all, and is ready to go back to the dormitory for an afternoon nap after eating honestly.

Cheng Yi watched him lay down on his bed in a natural and skillful manner, and said helplessly, "Will you be exhausted if you climb two more steps?"

Fang Heng knew that he was not straightforward, but he was also strong: "If you can not climb the first step, why do you have to climb two steps?"

Cheng Yi thought about it and found that this really made sense.

Fang Hengzhi hugged his pillow, and showed him a pair of resentful eyes: "You don't think you dislike me, do you?"

Cheng Yi stared at him silently for two seconds.

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

He was so angry that he hugged the pillow and turned over: "Okay, don't talk about it."

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows: "I haven't said anything yet."

Fang Hengzhi covered his ears and gave him the back of his head.

It was only short of writing three big characters "I don't listen".

He walked over amusedly and patted his head: "Okay, I'll have professional classes in the afternoon, so you can sleep a little longer."

According to the experience of working in the studio before, Cheng Yi is very clear about how hypnotic it is when watching the teacher's demonstration in art class.

A group of people dozed off and sat around the teacher. To be honest, the scene was quite haunting.

He doesn't have the habit of taking a nap, but fortunately he doesn't sleep much, and it's okay if he doesn't sleep.

Holding the sketchbook, he sat down at the table.

When Si Yunan helped Bao Rui open the door and came back, he saw Cheng Yi making a small gesture to them.

The two were taken aback for a moment, and when they saw Fang Hengzhi who was quiet on the bed, they instantly and clearly said "ok".

Cheng Yi nodded to them and silently thanked them.

The noon sun was dazzling, and there were no trees or buildings outside the windows of the 421 dormitory, so it was exposed to the sun in a daze.

Without obstructions, the room was filled with warm sunlight, bright and dazzling.

I have to say that it is a very correct and wise choice for all four people in 421 to install bed curtains.

When Fang Heng woke up, he happened to see Cheng Yi put away the drawing book.

He watched the man turn around, intertwined with his gaze.

Cheng Yi was obviously taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes: "Are you awake?"

The boy's body was completely immersed in the sun, and his smile was more dazzling than the warm sun that filled the room.

Fang Heng knew that Cheng Yi was very fair, but when the other person's whole body was exposed to the sun and his skin was reflecting light, he still felt his heart palpitate unconsciously.

His five fingers propped on the bed suddenly grabbed the sheet firmly, and returned a nonchalant smile: "Well, I'm awake."

He felt that he might not be able to bear it any longer.

The first professional class in the afternoon in Chu Xia was sketching. Sun Fuzhi's class style and habits were the same as his own temper, and they were all slow, but the content of the lectures was indeed useful, at least better than that of Liu Fuzhi in the [-]th Middle School. Ni is good.

Because Cheng Yi started drawing sketches very early, he quickly got used to such human body sketches. He was almost the best in this class, and he was at the top of the pyramid in no time.

Satisfied, Sun Fuzhi directly took out his painting and pasted it on the fan drawing board.

In one afternoon, Cheng Yi successfully became famous.

In addition, his own face is special and recognizable, and he has been remembered by most people in a short time.

For the past week, Cheng Yi has been adding friends almost non-stop, almost killing off the people in Chu Xia's studio. It was not until the rest day when he could go home every Sunday that he was able to stop for a while.

Fang Hengzhi sat at the door with his bag in his hand and watched him pass friend applications one by one, and sneered, "You are so welcome, Principal Cheng."

The title Principal Cheng was given to him by Yan Xiao.

Because this week, Cheng Yi's progress has been really fast, and he has already caught up with the level of the middle and late stages of the previous class, so he is not only popular among the students, but even the teachers in Chu Xia all know him.

In the early summer, there were not many teachers in charge of the college entrance examination team. They came to see Cheng Yi in the first class of the Academy of Fine Arts every day if they had nothing to do. Those who came and went became old acquaintances. Squeeze out and become the principal."

After saying it twice, the title of "Principal Cheng" was passed down.

When Lu Qiao saw Cheng Yi, he would smile and call "Principal Cheng".

Cheng Yi's fingers stopped when he heard Fang Hengzhi's yin and yang, and he turned his head amusedly: "What kind of tone is this?"

Fang Hengzhi turned his head.Give him a cold snort.

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows, and regardless of the dozen or so remaining friends who were waiting to be verified in the phone, he walked over and kicked the pulley chair under his buttocks: "What's wrong?"

Before Fang Hengzhi had time to say anything, he heard a few car horns coming from outside.

The two followed the prestige, and saw Fang Zechang, holding Cheng Moutong's hand, bouncing over here: "Brother! Brother Fang Hengzhi!"

Beside them was a beautiful woman with long, wavy hair.

Both Cheng Yi and Fang Hengzhi were stunned for a moment, and almost didn't recognize who that person was.

After a long time, when Cheng Moutong fell into Cheng Yi's arms, Fang Hengzhi finally choked out a word: "Mom?"

Ru Ting took off her sunglasses and rolled her eyes at him: "Don't call me."

Fang Hengzhi: "? No, why did I mess with you?"

Ru Ting looked him up and down in disgust: "I feel annoyed when you call me."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

He watched helplessly as his mother turned her face 180 degrees when facing the Cheng brothers.

Ru Ting patted Cheng Yi's shoulder with a smile: "Xiao Yi, long time no see, have you grown taller?"

Cheng Yi shook his head suddenly: "Probably not."

He had met Fang Hengzhi's mother many times before, but more than two weeks ago, this beautiful lady still had short hair. How did it grow so long all of a sudden? !

Obviously, Fang Hengzhi also had this question. Unlike Cheng Yi, who was inconvenient to speak, he said directly: "Have you had your hair transplanted?"

Fang Zechang glared at him.

Fang Hengzhi didn't realize it.

Ru Ting sneered: "Do you know that there is a technique called hair extension?"

Fang Hengzhi really didn't know.

He put his eyes on Cheng Yi, and asked with his eyes: You know?

Cheng Yi didn't understand, but he knew.

So he nodded.

Fang Hengzhi felt that he was isolated from the whole world.

His originally not-so-good mood became even more aggrieved, he snorted and got into the car.

Ru Ting was very surprised by Fang Hengzhi who didn't talk back like this, and poked Cheng Yi's shoulder excitedly: "Xiao Yi, what's wrong with him? He's not good at painting, and was taught to be a man by the teacher?"

If it weren't for the fact that these two people look alike, but with Ru Ting's happy tone, Cheng Yi would suspect that this is really not his real mother.

He laughed: "Fang Heng knows that if he does less work in the studio, he can be ranked in the top ten."

Ranking in the top ten in such an excellent studio as early summer is already very good.

Ru Ting wondered: "Then why did he have such a bad temper?"

Cheng Yi couldn't answer.

Fang Hengzhi has been acting strangely lately, which really makes him a little confused.

Anyway, this time it can't be because there are too many people who have added me as friends to lose my temper, right?

On the way back, Cheng Moutong was talking to him about what happened when he was away this week. Cheng Yi was afraid that Ru Ting and the others would be annoying, but Ru Ting obviously liked this child very much, even more than his own brother. Be patient.

Cheng Yi pulled his attention away from the child and turned to Fang Hengzhi.

He moved towards the other side calmly, and didn't stop until his knee touched the other side's.

He felt the man's body move, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you?"

Fang Hengzhi glanced at him, then sighed after a moment of silence.

Cheng Yi thought he was going to whisper to himself, so he leaned forward and put his ear close to him.

Then he heard the man say——

"can not tell you."

Cheng Yi felt that he should be able to curse at this time.

But listening to the other party's sad tone, he felt numb in his heart, and couldn't breathe at all.

He took a deep breath and sat up straight.

Seeing that he ignored him, Fang Heng smiled wryly in his heart.

Can't you say it?

What Wang Yiyun said is right, secret love is really bitter.

He opened the window and let the summer blow on his face like a steaming wind.

Fang Ze often saw his behavior through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help cursing: "It's 32 degrees outside, don't you think it's hot? You open the windows, and you let the cold wind in the car go."

Just as Fang Hengzhi wanted to rebelliously open the window wider, he felt the hand on the other side being gently held.

He was slightly taken aback, and felt the phone vibrate beside him.

He picked it up and unlocked it, only to find that it was the message from the person beside him.

[TBD]: Be happy.

[TBD]: Don't be unhappy.

Fang Hengzhi looked at these two messages, but didn't make any next move for a while.

He wanted to ask "why", but in the end he didn't say it.

Only one word was answered - good.

Secret love is not all bitter, because when this person deserves to be liked by you, he will not make you sad.

The favorite of the student days is itself a lemon-flavored candy, sour and sweet, with a taste unique to teenagers.

After he returned the message, there was no sound from the phone, but the temperature on the back of his hand that belonged to another person did not move away for a long time.

Neither of them moved, and they didn't know whether it was tacit understanding or self-deception.

Cheng Yi was extremely busy on this rest day when he was able to go home. While he was busy communicating with Ji Xiangbai about his feelings this week, he also had to help Cheng Moutong with daily chores. A rest day was even more busy than usual painting.

He felt that his eyes were simply closed for a moment, and when he opened them again, it was time to go to school again.

Standing at the door of Fang's driver's car suddenly, he felt exhausted all over.

Fang Hengzhi opened the car door for him, and frowned at his drowsy appearance: "How did you do it? Are you so tired?"

Cheng Yi was paralyzed in the back seat of the car, and said weakly, "Fang Heng knows, my mother...don't want to raise children in the future."

Fang Heng paused, surprised but also slightly happy: "Why?"

"One Cheng Moutong will shorten my life by ten years." Cheng Yi closed his eyes in pain, "If I raise another one, my mission for the rest of my life is to buy myself a cemetery."

Hearing this, the corners of Fang Hengzhi's mouth raised uncontrollably.

He coughed twice before the other party cast a strange look, covering his happy expression: "Then don't raise it, it's good to be single, just stay single with me for the rest of your life."

Cheng Yi was just feeling emotional at first, but he was choked when he heard this sentence.

He pursed his lower lip: "How did you do it? You don't believe in love anymore?"

"No." Fang Hengzhi shook his head, and without answering, he just looked at him with a smile, "Just say it's okay?"

The driver in the front row frequently glanced at the rear mirror, wondering whether to tell the big boss this sentence.

It's a big deal for the little boss to be single for the rest of his life!

Seeing that he asked sincerely, Cheng Yi was also happy: "Okay."

Fang Hengzhi's eyes lit up in an instant, and he said happily: "Then it's settled! In the future, I will buy a house and you will pay the utility bills."

Cheng Yi leaned lazily on the cushion, raised the corner of his mouth: "Then you are not at a loss?"

Fang Hengzhi said: "It's okay, my dad told me that suffering is a blessing."

And this is not called losing money, it's called taking advantage.

The driver, who could hear clearly, almost choked himself to death with his saliva.

No, when did the big boss say this? ? ?

The capitalists say that "a loss is a blessing", how kind is this? !

But what he was thinking in his heart, of course the two little ancestors behind him didn't know.

They even chatted about where they should live in the future. They were so bragging that they thought they were going to elope tomorrow.

With extremely complicated emotions, the driver sent the two of them out of the car.

It has to be said that the life of studying and painting every morning and afternoon is really very easy for Cheng Yi. He even almost forgot what kind of life he used to lead.

It wasn't until the end of the first monthly art exam in August that the nursing home in Yangzhou called him.

Chu Xia is not allowed to bring mobile phones, but Cheng Yi was worried about Cheng Moutong, so he discussed with Yan Xiao and quietly opened a special case, but Fang Hengzhi was fearless, he had a lot of mobile phones, and he handed over one and used one to hide the other. It's all less.

At that time, Fang Hengzhi was discussing with Liao Chengfan to bring some delicious food here, but as soon as he hung up the phone, he saw Cheng Yi's face pale and ugly.

He put away his smile all of a sudden, and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Yi glanced at him in a daze, then said shyly, "My grandpa...is in the hospital."

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I've been catching up with papers and homework lately, so I almost don't know when it will be... /paralyzed/