my zepple

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When Song Rou came to the studio at night, Tong Yu was sleeping on the table behind the studio again, with his back slightly arched and his head buried in his folded arms.

Leftover chocolate wrappers are scattered on the table.

There are no new tasks in the studio today. Everyone is continuing to draw the still life sketches that were not completed yesterday. The old man looks around from time to time and gives individual guidance.

To Song Rou's surprise, he found that Tong Yu's sketches were actually pretty good, with precise shapes and clear color blocks.Although the studio is full of students who already have a certain level of art skills, Tong Yu's paintings are still far behind other people's.

Since the art building is located at the highest altitude in the entire campus, they have to walk a long, dark and deserted distance to join the big flow of the school when classes are over in the evening.There are three other girls in the studio, so generally everyone walks together after school.

Of course, this does not include Tong Yu.

Song Rou and the others walked in front, while a dark shadow fell behind.

Song Rou lightly touched the boy next to him, and asked him, "Why doesn't Tong Yu come with us?"

"Who? Little Van Gogh?"

The boy's name was Li Lei. While Li Lei took out the kettle to drink, he turned his head and glanced behind him.

"Little Van Gogh?"

"Oh, you don't know?" After drinking the water, Li Lei backhandedly inserted the water bottle back into the side pocket next to the schoolbag.

"He has a mental problem," he said, pointing to his head, and added: "So he doesn't fit in."

"so."

Song Rou nodded, and the guess in her heart was roughly confirmed.

"Anyway, his behavior is weird. Fortunately, he hasn't attacked anyone yet,"

Li Lei raised his hand to pat Song Rou's shoulder, and there was a subtle tone in his words.

"Let's stay as far away from him as possible."

"Yeah." Song Rou understood.

However, he never thought that he and Tong Yu would have a deeper intersection.

+ + +

Fu Ruibai took Tong Yu to a private restaurant by the South River.Because the restaurant only accepts reservations, there are few people and the privacy is relatively good.

Fu Ruibai just got married to Peng Liu, and now Peng Liu is recognized as a first-line musician. As his partner, Fu Ruibai will inevitably be followed by others.

Tong Yu ate very little.Since meeting Song Rou just now, his stomach has been churning non-stop, his mouth has been secreting salt water, he wants to vomit but it's hard to spit it out.

He probably knew that his bad nerves were at work again.

The two live very close to each other now, and after dinner, Fu Ruibai dropped him off at the gate of the community.

When getting off the car, Tong Yu felt a terrible pain in his stomach, and squatted in the convenience store at the entrance of the community for a while.Finally, he staggered open the glass door of the convenience store and got himself a cup of hot water in front of the self-service hot water machine.

After returning home, he tore off a Cymbalta and drank it with the hot water in his hand, and then he sent a message to his assistant asking him to contact Song Rou to discuss cooperation.

After taking a shower, he took two more quetiapines for himself before lying down peacefully on the bed.

Quetiapine works fairly quickly as a stabilizer, and he is somewhat resistant now.But after all, he is a person who has suffered from insomnia for many years, and the difficulty in falling asleep has little impact on his mentality. He just needs to close his eyes and wait quietly for the opportunity.

When the night is ripe, my mind will become empty.

Before barely falling asleep, Tong Yu misses olanzapine as usual.The whole body misses it except his stomach.

That is probably the greatest antipsychotic drug in the world, Tong Yu thought.

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In the month before Tong Yu and Song Rou just became tablemates, all communication between the two was limited to when Tong Yu, who was sitting against the wall, needed to go out. Song Rou stepped aside.

It's not asking for permission, and it doesn't have the slightest questioning tone.

Song Rou thought it was funny at first, he stood up lazily with his heels on the beam of the stool, waiting for Tong Yu to squeeze past him with his huge and bulky body.

Under normal circumstances, Tong Yu wouldn't say anything else, he would just squeeze out violently, he wouldn't even twist his body slightly to let himself pass more smoothly, he just kept trying to break free, as if he was just scratching his lower back. It doesn't matter a piece of flesh on the top.

Later, it was Song Rou who felt that this person was a bit reckless, so she directly vacated the seat and let him pass.

The two people really began to have an intersection, or when Tong Yu's first manic period came after the second year of high school.

When Tong Yu woke up that morning, he was clearly aware of the change.

He felt that the air around him suddenly became very cool, which made his breathing very smooth, and the tightness on his scalp also disappeared, as if every hair follicle that grew hair became extremely sensitive.

Although he knew that this state would not last long, he was quite fascinated by the feeling of being able to breathe and think freely, as well as the long-lost feeling of being able to concentrate.

He didn't want to let go of such a good state, so he didn't go to the classroom for the whole day.He carried his easel and painting kit tirelessly all over the back hill of No. [-] Middle School, and finally stopped at a pond behind the art building.

The pond is not big, and if you look inside, you can see green algae floating in the water.The water quality looks very viscous, and there are some sparse trees and herbaceous plants around the pond.

The morning light passes through the gaps in the dense plants, falls on the calm water surface, and then passes through the viscous water body, lighting up the stardust in the shallow water that does not want to settle.

Tong Yu saw that the Angiospermum twisted its soft body in the brown suspension, forming invisible vortexes, stirring up the glowing stardust.

The light and shadow move and change, the plants are blown by the wind, and then they are all crushed on the water surface.

He closed his eyes.

Fireworks explode, meteors fall, and geometry changes.

He watched his nerve endings discharge, impatiently sparking the spark of inspiration, and then conducting it all the way, he could even feel his fingertips trembling with longing.

After opening his eyes, he began to take out the painting tools one by one.

Glue the drawing paper, take out the water-soluble lead line drawing, and then change to a bristle pen to do the early stage coloring.

Tong Yu quickly completed a layer of monochrome drafts, and roughly determined the specific position and area of ​​the light and shadow.

Naples yellow, rose, gray purple, light gray blue... He beat the colors on the palette excitedly.

When he used a big brush to paint a large area, he felt like a very hungry tramp smearing bright jam on white bread.

When he changed the fan stroke to paint the tree shadow, he felt that he was brushing his thick eyelashes like a girl who was about to dress up to attend the ball. and seashells in a kaleidoscope.

The painting was only completed when it got dark, Tong Yu packed up his things and went back to the studio for class.

As soon as he entered the studio, he undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention——

Tong Yu came in from the outside with an easel and a painting box, his hair was messed up as if he just woke up, his clothes were covered with paint on his arms, and even his face was covered with paint.

Because the movement of everyone turning their heads to look at him in unison was too consistent with the surprised expression on his face, Tong Yu stood up straight with a puzzled face, and asked puzzledly, "What? Am I late?"

"No, no, there is one minute to ring."

A girl with a high ponytail made a sound.

The girl's name is Ma Yiwei, and she is an art student in the eighth middle school next door.

"Is this what you painted today?" The old man stepped forward to look at the painting on his easel.

"Yes."

Tong Yu gave an affirmative answer. He is still so excited that his cheeks are hot, and he is silently expecting that the old professor will definitely praise him.

The old man showed some admiration on his face first, and then touched the dry gouache with his hands before he realized it after a while.

He then asked Tong Yu: "You didn't go to class today?"

"Yes." Tong Yu had no choice but to answer honestly.

The old man's expression immediately became serious. He patted Tong Yu on the shoulder and said to him, "Come out with me."

Tong Yu put down his things and followed the old man out of the studio.The two kept walking until they got out of the art building and walked to the side of the fountain, the old man stopped and turned to face Tong Yu.

"Did you sleep last night?" the old man asked with concern.

Tong Yu hesitated for a moment, nodded, and shook his head again.Apparently, slept, but not quite.

The old man asked again: "When did it start this time?"

Tong Yu fell silent, and after a few seconds he hesitated to speak: "Maybe this morning."

"It's been almost four months since last time?"

"Yes."

The old man frowned and ordered: "You can go to C University Hospital again this weekend."

Tong Yu didn't speak, but lowered his head to look at the paint-splattered sneakers.

"Go, or I'll call your dad when I get back!" The tone sounded like there was no room for negotiation.

"understood,"

Tong Yu lifted his right foot and rubbed the red paint on the toe of the left shoe.

"I'll be there."

The old man sighed and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

During the class break, Ma Yiwei poked his head out from behind the easel and asked Tong Yu: "What did you use for that landscape painting today? It's so fucking amazing."

"Gouache." Tong Yu also poked his head out from behind the drawing board to answer her.

"Is it gouache??? But...how did you manage to paint so realistically with gouache?" Ma Yiwei expressed surprise.

"It can also be painted realistically. Make it a little thinner, not too thick."

Tong Yu thought for a while and added: "But there must be brightness."

The corner of Ma Yiwei's mouth twitched after hearing this, and he thought it was right, so he asked another fucking question.

"Add some oil as thinner."

A voice came lightly from the side.

Tong Yu turned his head to look at the person who spoke, he was a new student in the studio, um...it seemed to be his new deskmate in the culture class.

The man wore a pair of light glasses when he was painting, his long curly black hair was half tied up, his skin was cold and white, his lips were perfectly shaped, and his eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses were slightly raised.

Very handsome boy.

Says the pretty guy, "Add a little oil to the gouache to make the color thinner and less clumpy without compromising coverage."

"In this way, you can actually paint directly."

He glanced at Tong Yu, and continued: "This kind of painting will be more difficult with gouache, gouache and watercolor can't add brightness and create a sense of volume."

"Yes, gouache is indeed difficult to paint texture." Tong Yu immediately agreed.

"But I have never touched an oil painting, and..."

He smiled embarrassingly, "I have been learning to paint for less than half a year. Compared with watercolor, the error tolerance rate of gouache should be higher."

"..."

After listening to Song Rou, she felt that it was outrageous, and she didn't know what to say.

Then Li Lei touched Song Rou's shoulder from the side, gave him a look of understanding, then tilted his chin towards Tong Yu, and moved his lips.

"Little Van Gogh."

Song Rou turned her eyes back to her drawing board, thoughtful.

That's why it's called Little Van Gogh.