can i borrow your white paint

When Cheng Yi went to Beijing with Qiao Tingsheng the next day, Fang Hengzhi couldn't come to see him off.

Because someone was interviewed by the leader because of his outstanding performance in the competition.

Looking at the complaints of more than 20 long messages on the phone, Cheng Yi couldn't help laughing for a long time.

Qiao Tingsheng had just passed the security check, and when he saw him like this, he smiled and joked, "Reluctant?"

"Ah..." Cheng Yi touched his ears, not used to talking about his relationship problems with others.

He nodded dryly: "A little bit."

"It's only been three months, Renren has passed." Qiao Tingsheng comforted him casually.

Cheng Yi held the milk tea he just bought, noncommittal.

Fang Hengzhi is not used to going to the competition for three days, three months is indeed a bit long.

But patience is not impossible.

The winter in the north is indeed very cold, and Cheng Yi shivered as soon as he got off the high-speed train.

Qiao Tingsheng handed him the scarf bought at a high price from the entrance of the high-speed rail station: "Just keep warm when you come here, don't get sick."

"Thank you." Cheng Yi took out his phone and wanted to transfer money to him.

Qiao Tingsheng stopped him: "No need."

Cheng Yi shook his head: "This doesn't fit..."

"Someone gave it to you."

Looking at his student's blank eyes, Qiao Tingsheng's molars were a little sore.

He thought of the inexplicable investment of 50 yuan two days before his upcoming art exhibition, and it was the first time his teeth got sore for this young love.

Most of the students who come to the school for the exam choose to fight because they are confident in their own level.

What's more, the studio that Cheng Yi came to was found by Qiao Tingsheng, so it is naturally a top existence among the best.

On the first day Cheng Yi came, he randomly entered a four-person dormitory with three missing one.

When he came, there was no one in the dormitory, and Qiao Tingsheng led him to visit after he simply packed his things.

Now it was class time, he took a rough turn, and the pressure that he never felt in the early summer appeared.

The students here draw really well.

It is indeed a top student from all over the world.

"Perhaps you understand the situation?" After the visit, Qiao Tingsheng invited him to an entrance feast - a food stall.

Cheng Yi looked at the artist who thought he would not touch the world's fireworks skillfully sprinkled cumin, and nodded without saying a word.

"Just be clear." Qiao Tingsheng roasted two skewers of mutton for him, "One month, I want you to get the top three in the whole studio in the weekly test."

The mutton that Cheng Yi brought to his mouth became tasteless in an instant, and he reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth: "One month? The first three?"

He felt that the other party was joking.

Qiao Tingsheng nodded solemnly: "Yes. If you fail the test, I won't take you personally again."

Cheng Yi's back stiffened suddenly, and he couldn't even utter the words of bargaining, so he simply agreed: "Okay!"

Qiao Tingsheng nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, one month is already his kindness. After all, when he was working in Paris, the students looked like hell when they saw him, and their faces were darker than the bottom of the pot in 82.

After returning home, I have restrained a lot.

Cheng Yi was arranged so confusedly.

He came here with light clothes, and Qiao Tingsheng took him to buy some necessities for life at night. Of course, Cheng Yi was not asked to pay for everything.

It was already past twelve o'clock at night when Cheng Yi returned to the dormitory.

His roommates have already returned, and they are all desperately sketching in the dormitory, with the tip of their pens sweeping fast.

Sensing the movement, they raised their eyes to take a look at the same time, then lowered their heads and continued to draw.

They were all very enthusiastic: "Hey, the new roommate is a handsome guy!"

"Okay, okay, our dormitory finally has a handsome face." Another boy with a round face smiled, "My name is Fu Zhe, what's your name?"

"Cheng Yi." Cheng Yi briefly introduced, "from Jiangsu."

"Damn it," Fu Zhe sighed, "It's a big province in the college entrance examination!"

"Yes." Cheng Yi smiled, "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any special products. Next time I will make up for the meeting gift."

"Oh, you're welcome." Another tall boy named Yuan Yihui waved his hand, "Don't be special, you will soon know what it means not to be able to eat."

Cheng Yi: "..."

Cheng Yi: "???"

He was a little stunned: "Really?"

Two months before the exam in early summer, he already forgot to sleep and eat, but no matter how busy he was, Cheng Yi never missed a meal.

After Yuan Yihui scanned the last stroke, he breathed a sigh of relief and showed it to him: "How is it? I finished it in half an hour."

"It's great." Cheng Yi praised sincerely, it was really strong to draw such a complete scene sketch in half an hour.

"Well, the homework will be like this in the future." Yuan Yihui took back the painting and changed a piece of paper without pausing, "Seven tonight."

Cheng Yi: "..."

He glanced blankly at his watch—twelve thirty-seven.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why these roommates had to hurry up with their homework even to speak.

Cheng Yi suddenly felt a little desperate.

He thought he would need a few days to adapt, but he didn't expect to seamlessly blend into the atmosphere the next day.

The beginning of December is the time when the most new students come to the studio.

During this period of time, most provinces have completed the unified examination, and many candidates have decided to come here for the school examination one after another.

The freshmen were divided into a group, and the group was divided into classes one, two and three.

The placement is based on the entrance examination.

Everyone comes from different places and has different styles, so there are no prescribed questions for this exam, and they are directly allowed to freely play and write their best paintings silently.

Jiangsu sketch is a photo sketch of a person's head. Cheng Yi thought about it and found that most of the people he drew before were strange and unique.

It was the first time he came into contact with dictation, and he was a little hesitant when he wrote.

In the end, he chose to draw a face that had never been drawn before.

Although he has never painted it, it is the one he remembers most clearly.

——There is nothing more impressive than a boyfriend's face.

When handing in the paper, a boy next to him raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Brother, which province are you from? Is this a question of the unified examination? The head looks so good?"

Cheng Yi shook his head: "Jiangsu's is not a subject of the unified examination."

"Huh?" The boy was a little confused.

It stands to reason that among the sitting candidates, the one with the best and deepest impression should be the one taken during the exam.

And people like this one who casually imagined a picture of a handsome guy are really unique.

The boy gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

Because I can understand paintings, I admire them sincerely.

Any temporary fantasies can be drawn so beautifully and realistically, boss!

Cheng Yi didn't know about this person's mental activities, he only cared about whether Fang Hengzhi could send him into the first class.

Boyfriend, fight for it!

The teachers here corrected the papers very quickly. They first asked about their first goal in the school examination, and then roughly divided them into two groups, namely the Guoqing Central Group and the Small Academy of Fine Arts group.

Cheng Yi chose the Guoqing Central Group without any surprise.

As Qiao heard from Sheng, he came here for Qingyang.

The studio here will not accept mobile phones on the first day, the teacher decided to let them contact their families first, and collect mobile phones together on the second day.

Cheng Yi wasn't worried at all, after all, before he left, Fang Hengzhi stuffed him with 3 mobile phones, at least four of which were usable including his own, just hand in one at will, it doesn't matter.

But he still called Fang Hengzhi and Ji Xiangbai when everyone was hurrying to contact their families.

Ji Xiangbai still supported his own choice as always, and hung up the phone after asking a few short questions from his parents.

Fang Hengzhi was just a little bit verbose, complaining about the grievances he hadn't seen in three months, which made Cheng Yi want to beat him up.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, so he made up his mind and hung up the phone directly.

The other party stopped calling to make people suspicious, and sent a message instead.

[White Pigment]: Have you been divided into classes?

[White Pigment]: Is it the best class?

Cheng Yi looked at the shift sheet in his hand, smiled, and typed with one hand.

[Very busy]: Class A1, guess what?

[White paint]: /scattered flowers/

[White Pigment]: I knew our Principal Cheng was the best! ! ! /kiss/

Cheng Yi looked at the chat records, lowered his eyes and smiled for a long time.

The buddies beside him looked at him secretly, and asked in a low voice, "Girlfriend?"

Cheng Yi froze for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

It's a boyfriend.

"That's the one I like!" The buddy said firmly, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, showing an "I understand" look in his eyes, "Come on, brother, you are so handsome, chasing a girl is definitely not a problem!"

Cheng Yi couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't want to explain too much to him, so he could only nod his head: "Thank you, I would like to borrow your good words."

"you are welcome."

This buddy is probably acquainted. Coincidentally, he was assigned to class A1 with Cheng Yi.

He generously shared his aspirations with Cheng Yi: If it's not Central America, he won't be in it.

"Why?" Cheng Yi was curious, "Is there any special feeling for Yangmei?"

"That's not counting," the familiar buddy rubbed his head, "It's just that my girlfriend is in Yangmei, and I want to catch up with her in the exam."

Cheng Yi was silent for a moment, thinking that he couldn't see that you rough old man had a girlfriend.

Still siblings.

The familiar buddy poked him: "What about you? Which one do you want to take? Is it also Central America?"

Cheng Yi was silent for a while.

In fact, he didn't know that at the beginning, Guo Qingyang was satisfied with just taking one of the exams, but now he wants to stay in the same city with someone, so it doesn't matter which one Qingyang takes.

He shook his head honestly: "It's not decided yet, let's talk."

In fact, it would be great if both certificates from the Academy of Fine Arts can be obtained.

The familiar nodded, expressing understanding.

He hugged his painting tools and moved over: "Then let's go together when we move things later?"

"Okay." Cheng Yi deserved to be refreshed.

But soon, he regretted his word "OK".

Not for anything else, but because this buddy is really hardworking.

In the morning when he came after breakfast, his buddy was already painting; in the evening when he packed up his things and was about to leave, his buddy was still painting.

Under his influence, Cheng Yi was also forced to work overtime. He lived in a daze day and night, every day at two o'clock in the studio and dormitory, and almost no time to call Fang Hengzhi.

He really wanted to ask: Brother, are you really not tired?

But when he saw this guy holding the phone and crying with his girlfriend because of his lower grade in the exam, he was suddenly speechless again.

Okay, understandable.

He suddenly thought of his boyfriend thousands of kilometers away.

It's been half a month, and I don't know how this person is doing now.

The grades should be better, right?

He thought that he had to work harder.

At least you have to be with that person.

So from that exam, Cheng Yi was completely assimilated by this studio.

I followed the class in the morning and noon, and Qiao Tingsheng led me to one-on-one tutoring in the evening.

The other three people in his dormitory are all in the extreme class. They usually leave early and return late. The time and schedule of the four of them are finally synchronized.

Finally made it to the Christmas placement test on the 25th, Cheng Yi got rid of class A1, and with the first score in the group, he was also admitted to the extreme class with three roommates - the best class in this studio.

The one who went in with him was the familiar buddy.

The acquaintances in the class finally increased, and Cheng Yi's tight strings were finally able to relax a little bit.

He also received a Christmas present from someone on Christmas Day, the day of the shift change.

Cheng Yi opened it expectantly, and saw a pile of test papers and exercise books.

"..."

The three people in the dormitory knew that he had a partner. As a single dog of ten thousand years, they all came over curiously and enviously when he was unpacking the box.

Until the gift was announced, the three of them immediately cast sympathetic eyes on the only roommate who was not single.

It's hard work, but it's a little too much.

With complicated emotions, Cheng Yi took down a pile of blank papers on top, and opened the exercise books and notebooks below.

When I turned it over, I was stunned.

It is densely packed with familiar handwritten characters, and it can be seen that the person who wrote the notes is definitely writing seriously.

The key points in the book, the difficult problems in the test papers... are all listed in detail and accompanied by analysis, so that people can understand it at a glance, and even some physical experiments that are not easy to understand are accompanied by pictures.

What surprised Cheng Yi the most was the political notebook.

He remembered that Fang Hengzhi didn't study politics.

However, this notebook is filled with all the outlines and test points in great detail, and there are even many test papers that have been done, corrected, and analyzed.

It is not difficult to see that these are someone's words.

…It took a lot of time to sort out the notes above. Cheng Yi couldn't imagine that while taking care of his studies, he also had to sort out the basic knowledge that he had been familiar with for a long time. How much energy and time do you need to spend on a subject that you are too good at.

There was a sudden tightness in his chest, and he suddenly missed Fang Hengzhi very much.

Want to meet him, give him a hug.

With a lot of notes in front of them, the sympathetic eyes of the three roommates could not be seen, and the seamless connection turned into envy.

Yuan Yihui held back for a long time, finally sighed, and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, get married, if you don't marry this, then you are too scumbag."

Fu Zhe nodded in agreement: "If I have such a partner, I will wake up laughing from my dreams."

The remaining one was also very emotional: "I can't say anything. I was a little excited when I saw my true love for the first time. Forgive me."

Cheng Yi lowered his eyes: "I'll go out and make a phone call."

Several roommates stepped aside to make way for him in an instant: "Please."

Before leaving, Fu Zhe added: "It's best to play video!"

Cheng Yi paused and said "hmm".

The environment of the studio here is good, like a resort.

There is a very secret book booth in the back garden, and few people go there at night.

Cheng Yi found a small stone step and sat down. After thinking about it, he still chose to make a voice call.

The other end of the phone answered quickly: "Brother Yi? Why did you call so suddenly? Are you in a hurry to say Merry Christmas to me?"

Cheng Yi looked down at his phone and realized that it was almost twelve o'clock, and it would be too late if he didn't say anything else.

But he didn't speak immediately.

After a long time without hearing a sound, another question came from the other end of the phone: "Cheng Yi? Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you." Cheng Yi's voice was hoarse.

Fang Hengzhi's tone could not help but be a little anxious: "What's the matter with the voice? Are you catching a cold? Did you not take care of yourself..."

"Fang Heng knows." Cheng Yi cut him off.

Fang Hengzhi paused for a moment, then said softly, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Yi glanced at the drowsy moonlight and said softly, "I miss you."

He thought that he could forget about these loves and misses when he was busy with his study and life, but now he realized that it was impossible.

He can't be busy all the time, there are always times when people need to rest.

But when he was free, he found that he was thinking about that person all the time.

Fang Hengzhi was silent for a while, smiled lowly, and replied: "I heard it."

"I miss you too. Cheng Yi, work hard, I'll wait for you at home."

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