can i borrow your white paint

Jiangsu's unified examination results were released very late this year, but at least they were released before the winter vacation.

It was snowing in Beijing that day, and Cheng Yi was still making a snowman outside to take pictures for Fang Hengzhi, when Qiao Tingsheng shouted: "Cheng Yi! I'm back to check my grades!!"

Cheng Yi's hands trembled at the time, almost piercing the snowman's face.

He persisted in filling his nose, and after taking a picture, he trotted back: "Here we come!"

In Qiao Tingsheng's office, all the students from Jiangsu had already taken their seats.

Everyone, look at me and I look at you, the atmosphere is very weird for a while.

No one wants to be the first to check the results, it feels really exciting, even though they are very eager now, they all shrink in place like a quail, and no one makes a sound for a long time.

Qiao Tingsheng looked at Cheng Yi: "You come first?"

Cheng Yi swallowed.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous. He didn't feel anything on the day of the exam, but right now he was really nervous.

The unfamiliar mood made him clenched his fists involuntarily, and stammered, "Yes, yes?"

Qiao Tingsheng nodded, and opened the web page: "Exam admission ticket number."

Cheng Yi never memorized the test admission ticket number, took out his mobile phone, found his own test admission ticket and read the number to him.

After Qiao Tingsheng finished typing the last number, he suddenly held the opponent's hand holding the mouse.

Qiao Tingsheng Dunzhu: "? What's wrong?"

Cheng Yi faced the eyes of everyone around him, and bit the bullet: "I'll do it myself."

Qiao Tingsheng raised his eyebrows, nodded, and gave him the seat.

Cheng Yi calmly wiped the cold sweat off his palms on the mouse, counted to three silently, and clicked "OK" on the computer interface.

At that moment, he only felt that his heart was about to reach his throat.

The circle turned around on the white page, and a line of black words appeared.

Name: Cheng Yi.

Sketch: 116

Color: 118

Sketches: 58

Total score: 292

Provincial Rank: 1

Out of 300 points, he scored 292 points.

When this result appeared on the computer interface, Cheng Yi suddenly couldn't believe his eyes.

He suddenly felt that his eyes were sore, as if something that had been hanging in the air had finally come down, with a result.

And this result is worthy of his desperate time.

Almost every subject has the highest score. When this result came out, the whole office was silent for a few seconds, and the next moment, bursts of screams broke out.

Although it was not their own results, they witnessed the birth of the top scorer in the unified examination with their own eyes! !

Qiao Tingsheng was very prescient. He turned on the camera of his mobile phone at the beginning, and now he is slowly saving the video.

He patted Cheng Yi on the shoulder: "Yes, keep going."

Cheng Yi took a breath, rubbed his sore nose, and gave a low "hmm": "Teacher, I'll go out and make a phone call."

Qiao Tingsheng knew exactly what he was going to do: "Go."

Holding the phone, Cheng Yi passed by amidst the congratulations, came to an empty corner, and dialed someone's number.

There is a second connection.

Cheng Yi cut to the chase: "Fang Hengzhi, 292, I'm the champion."

Fang Hengzhi was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "I guessed it. Brother Yi is indeed the best."

Cheng Yi had just been praised by so many people without changing his face, but now he heard such a rainbow fart, but laughed: "What about you?"

Fang Hengzhi's tone rose: "Principal Cheng's service, 274 points, 103 in the province."

274 points, although not as good as Cheng Yi, but for Fang Hengzhi, this is definitely an extraordinary performance.

Cheng Yi's hanging heart finally let go. He looked at the snow outside the window and calmed down.

The two didn't speak for a while, listening to each other's breathing thousands of kilometers away through the headset.

It was Cheng Yi who spoke first suddenly and sighed, "That's great."

It's great that six months of hard work finally paid off.

That's great, no matter who it is for, the result is satisfactory.

Fang Hengzhi smiled: "Yes, that's great."

Then, he said, "Cheng Yi, I will find you when I celebrate the Chinese New Year."

Cheng Yi bent his eyes: "It's snowing in Beijing."

"I saw the photo you sent, the snowman looks like you."

"Then when you come, we'll make another one like you."

"it is good."

Even if the No. [-] High School is no longer humane, it is still willing to give them a few days off during the winter vacation and Chinese New Year.

But Cheng Yi's studio is obviously not very human.

Except for New Year's Eve, all students still have to attend classes normally.

This can't be blamed on the studio, it's really the exam time is imminent, time waits for no one.

The students complained a few words, but they still had to go to class honestly.

Fortunately, Cheng Yi didn't have much grievance, because Fang Heng knew that he was on vacation, which meant that this person could come and play with him for a few days during the Chinese New Year.

It has been more than a month since we last met, and to be honest, I still miss this person a lot.

"Are you coming on your thirtieth year?" Cheng Yi was surprised, "Aren't you at home for the Spring Festival?"

"No, my parents are going to visit my grandparents this year. I don't like it very much. The relatives I don't know make me upset." Fang Hengzhi said, "I'll tell my parents, far away It's too pitiful for Cheng Yi, who is thousands of miles away, to celebrate the New Year alone, I want to go to accompany you. They readily agreed and asked me to bring your brother there too. "

After finishing speaking, he paused, and then said: "My parents love you."

"Why, are you sour?" Cheng Yi smiled, "If you don't make such a fuss, uncles and aunts won't treat you so badly."

Fang Hengzhi snorted coldly: "That's because they don't know how to appreciate their son's personality style."

Cheng Yi: "You're so unreasonable."

"The reasons that can be said are not false." Fang Hengzhi said, "Let's not talk about them. I will visit you during the Chinese New Year. Can you ask for leave to play for two days?"

"Not good." Cheng Yi thought about Qiao Tingsheng, who didn't train him as a human being recently, and sighed regretfully, "Except for the holidays, I really can't ask for leave."

Fang Hengzhi let out a "tsk" and didn't force it. Instead, he changed his mind and asked, "Then can I go into your studio?"

Logically speaking, of course not.

But Cheng Yi is Qiao Tingsheng's "closed disciple", so it's not impossible to go through the back door.

He nodded: "I'll ask Mr. Qiao, it should be possible."

"No!" Qiao Tingsheng refused decisively after hearing this.

Cheng Yi didn't expect such a result, and was a little surprised: "Why?"

According to his understanding of Qiao Tingsheng in the past few days, this is really a very loose teacher.

As long as the level of painting does not drop, there are almost no unreasonable requests.

Qiao Tingsheng's reason was very serious: "Don't you lose your mind to draw when he comes?"

Cheng Yi: "..."

He said sincerely: "Teacher, I will never relax because of him, really."

Qiao Tingsheng's tone was still skeptical: "Really? You two won't sneak out to live, will you?"

Cheng Yi just wanted to deny it, but hesitated for a while when the words came to his lips.

Putting on a flattering smile, he said with a guilty conscience: "If... I mean if, if I really go out to live, I won't be late when I come in the morning, okay?"

Qiao Tingsheng: "..."

He instantly stared at it with hatred: "Promise!"

Cheng Yi was wronged and sneered twice.

But still no retreat.

Qiao Tingsheng pinched the center of his brows with a headache: "Forget it, forget it, just come."

Cheng Yi was happy, and hurried over to give him a squeeze on his shoulder: "Thank you Brother Qiao."

"Don't thank me." Qiao Tingsheng said coldly, "I allow you to come one hour late in the morning, but you are not allowed to make me retreat when you draw, understand?"

"Understood, understood!" Cheng Yi frowned, accepting all requests with a good temper.

Qiao heard Sheng Balabala say a lot, and finally found that there was nothing to say, but he was very angry, so he waved his hand: "Let's go, let's do your homework!"

"Hey!" Cheng Yi should be refreshing, and he stopped quickly, and disappeared in the next second.

Qiao Tingsheng watched him go away without a word, and took out his mobile phone with a blank expression to make a call.

When Fang Hengzhi received a call from Qiao Tingsheng, he was desperately rushing to do his homework.

In order to have less homework to do when looking for a boyfriend, he has never worked so hard on his homework in his life.

Ah, the power of love is really great.

He was about to be touched by himself.

But before people were immersed in their emotions, the mobile phone in their pocket rang.

He was startled, and almost scratched his homework with a single stroke.

After picking up the phone in fear, he picked up the strange number, and asked angrily: "Hello, who is it?"

Qiao Tingsheng: "? You didn't save my phone number?"

After recognizing the voice, Fang Hengzhi: "..."

He belatedly said "Ah": "It seems...forgot..."

Qiao Tingsheng took a deep breath and resisted the urge to hang up the phone.

He calmly said, "Are you coming to see Cheng Yi during the Chinese New Year?"

Fang Heng nodded inexplicably: "Yes."

"Then you, try not to take him out to play crazy." Qiao Tingsheng said with a headache, "The exam will be in the next year, so stay close to each other, and eat lightly, so don't get sick near the exam."

"Okay." This Fang Heng didn't know if he had any objections. He asked curiously, "Teacher, did you call me on purpose? In fact, you can tell Brother Yi directly!"

There was a rare silence on the other end of the phone.

Fang Hengzhi waited for a while, then called again: "Teacher?"

"En." Qiao Tingsheng responded and answered his question, "My words are not as useful as yours for the time being."

Fang Hengzhi: "?"

Qiao Tingsheng: "I told him not to eat or make trouble, he might agree, but if you keep your ears open, who do you think he listens to?"

Fang Hengzhi thought for a while, then said modestly, "It must be mine."

The other end of the phone sneered and hung up mercilessly.

Fang Hengzhi was not at all unhappy when he heard the busy tone on his phone.

On the contrary, he happily smirked for a long time.

Well, very good, it seems that Qiao Tingsheng's position in Cheng Yi's heart is still far from his own.

Stretching, a certain person's confidence in himself has increased significantly, and even the speed of catching up with homework has become doubled.

I really think tomorrow is the Spring Festival.

The capital during the Spring Festival is actually not as lively as people imagined.

There are usually a lot of people drifting north here, and most of them have gone home after the Chinese New Year. The city is full of fireworks, but it doesn't look very crowded.

The day before Cheng Yi's [-]th year, he had an exam and was unable to pick up Fang Hengzhi and Cheng Moutong at the high-speed rail station.

The child sneezed as soon as he got off the high-speed train, scaring Fang Hengzhi to death.

"Oh ancestor, don't catch a cold!" Fang Hengzhi hurriedly took off his scarf and wrapped the child's face tightly, "If you catch a cold, your brother can skin me alive. "

Cheng Mutong touched the tip of his frozen red nose, and worriedly looked at his neck exposed to the cold wind: "I'm not cold, Brother Fang Hengzhi, I think you need a scarf more."

Fang Hengzhi stopped him from taking off the scarf: "Don't, don't, just wear it, brother is not afraid of the cold, really, brother has rough skin and thick flesh to resist freezing."

Cheng Mutong expressed doubts: "Really?"

But this man's neck was red from the cold.

Fang Hengzhi's tone was firm, and he bit his shivering cheek: "Really."

They came early, and the shopping mall next to the high-speed rail station was not open. They walked around and couldn't find a place to sell scarves.

Fang Hengzhi simply didn't look for it, took the child to a taxi, and went straight to the hotel.

It was only when he got to a place with heating that he felt alive.

Rubbing his stiff hands, he asked, "Are you hungry now?"

Cheng Mutong shook his head: "We have eaten in the morning, and we are not hungry yet."

"That's good!" Fang Hengzhi seemed to be waiting for his words, and redressed him in satisfaction, "Then let's go to your brother first, shall we?"

Cheng Moutong: "..."

He was very suspicious, if he said "no", his brother Fang Hengzhi would be able to hold his leg and throw him out.

When going out, Fang Hengzhi stood at the door for a long time holding a scarf.

Cheng Mutong: "What's wrong, brother?"

"Wait, I'm thinking about one thing." Fang Hengzhi held the scarf, fascinated by his thoughts.

Cheng Mutong didn't know what was going on in his brain, so he didn't ask any more questions, and obediently stood at the door waiting for him.

After a while, a warm scarf fell on his neck.

Cheng Moutong: "?" He is already wearing thick clothes!

Fang Hengzhi ignored his bewildered eyes, and patted him on the head in relief: "Just wait, brother Fang Hengzhi loves you, afraid that you will be cold?"

Cheng Moutong loosened the scarf that had nearly heated him to death, showing doubts on his face.

Really?He doesn't believe it.

But whether he believed it or not, Fang Heng knew that he believed it.

His head was stiff and his neck was stuck, and he went out against the cold wind just like that.

When Cheng Yi saw the two of them at the door of the studio, his smiling faces collapsed before they even lifted up.

"Didn't I tell you to wear more?" He looked at Fang Hengzhi's bare neck in a cold voice, "Will wearing a scarf strangle you to death?"

Fang Hengzhi shrank his neck and raised his hand innocently: "I brought it!"

Cheng Yi sarcastically said, "The emperor's scarf?"

Fang Hengzhi pointed to the child beside him: "It's on his neck! I think he's cold, so I sacrificed myself and gave it to him!"

Cheng Moutong: "???" No? ?What self-sacrifice? ?

He was still young, and it was the first time he saw such a scene where black was called white, and he froze in place for a while, unable to react for a long time.

But in the eyes of his own brother, this reaction was a tacit consent to Fang Hengzhi's words.

Cheng Yi's eyes instantly softened, and he even felt a little distressed: "Then you should buy an extra one on the way."

Fang Hengzhi pursed his lips aggrievedly: "Isn't this in a hurry to see you?"

With him like this, Cheng Yi couldn't say anything serious.

Sighing heavily, he took off his scarf and tied it on this man: "Take it with you, it won't be cold when you go back to the studio."

Fang Hengzhi squinted his eyes, and comfortably rubbed the scarf with someone's body temperature: "Mmm! It's warm!"

Cheng Yi rubbed his hair, looked down at Cheng Moutong: "Why are you standing there stupidly? Let's go."

After a pause, he said again: "Next time you go out, remember to wear more. Look at this time, your brother Fang Hengzhi is freezing because of you... What happened?"

Cheng Moutong: "..."

Cheng Mutong was already surprised by Fang Hengzhi's operation.

After hearing this passage, he was actually able to calm down.

He stared at Fang Hengzhi, who was curled up in the scarf like a triumphant fox, and looked at his brother, and suddenly sighed wearily.

Forget it.

He's still young, and it's normal that he can't play with these crafty adults.

For the first time, the concept of "green tea" took shape in the minds of young children.

The world of adults is really complicated, and he doesn't want to understand it.

Cheng Yi looked at someone with empty hands, and asked curiously, "Didn't bring homework this time?"

"It's finished." Fang Hengzhi said, "I stayed up late to write it, just to come here to play with you for a while."

Cheng Yi was taken aback by his words, and quickly looked down at Cheng Moutong.

Fortunately, the child seemed to be immersed in his own world and didn't pay attention to this sentence.

He whispered: "Be careful next time when you speak, Cheng Moutong is not young anymore."

It's easy to see what's not right.

Fang Hengzhi curled his lips: "Okay, okay, I understand, it's about underground love."

Cheng Yi couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Are you still wronged?"

"Isn't it a grievance?" Fang Hengzhi said, "I'm so shameless, why don't you let me be wronged? Principal Cheng is really unreasonable."

"Yeah, I'm being unreasonable." Cheng Yi smiled, "You just need to be reasonable."

Fang Hengzhi reluctantly nodded: "It's okay, a good boyfriend will take the initiative to wrong me."

Cheng Yi held back his smile, and before Cheng Mutong raised his head, he quickly kissed the corner of Cheng Mutong's mouth.

Fang Hengzhi was stunned.

Cheng Yi whispered in his ear: "Coax you first, don't be wronged."

Fang Hengzhi rubbed his itchy and numb ears, squinted his eyes to look at Cheng Yi, then at Cheng Moutong.

He is already thinking about the feasibility of sending Cheng Moutong back to Ji Xiangbai first.

Really, why didn't I realize that this kid was quite a hindrance before?

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It's late! (Finished it! I stayed up all night and waited until the online review was over and finally added the beginning!)