Bamboo Horse Tribulation: Crazy Love

On her 21st birthday, Xia Xiao had nothing and spent it by herself.At that time, he was sitting on the train to B city, he was going to school, and there were some things he wanted to have a full stop.

Too many things happened and everyone forgot that it was his birthday, and no one called him except Wang Lingjing.Xia Xiao felt that Xia Sheng must have remembered, but he was not free.

Xia Xiao looked at the unfamiliar scenery outside, the slight creaking sound of the train touching the rails, and Wang Lingjing's soft voice came from his ears.

Wang Lingjing: "Happy birthday Xia Xiao, you still have me."

Xia Xiao's eyes were blurred, some things that he had endured for too long were finally about to burst out, at this moment he was really grateful to Wang Lingjing, at least it made him feel that there was still someone around him, someone who cared about him.The sourness in his heart was like fermented dough, filling his chest cavity, and finally turned into two lines of teardrops.

All the passengers in the same seat that day saw a young man holding his mobile phone, tears streaming down his face silently.

Wang Lingjing on the other end of the phone didn't hear Xia Xiao's answer, and anxiously asked him what's the matter. Xia Xiao silently wiped away tears, looked at the scenery that kept passing by, and said, "I'm fine, thank you."

The previous few hours' journey turned into more than [-] hours. Xia Xiao was already very tired when he arrived in City B, but he still went to school as soon as possible.It was time for class in the afternoon, and Xia Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. They should not be in the dormitory at this time. He didn't know how to tell them, especially Xiang Yu.

He took out the key and opened the door, but no one was there.When Xia Xiao walked in, it felt like a lifetime away, nothing had changed, Xia Xiaoxiao had only been in it for more than two months, how could there be any major changes, except for dust.Xia Xiao reached out and touched his table, it was very clean, it seemed that they had cleaned it for him.

In fact, apart from some textbooks, there is nothing to take away with drawing equipment.Xia Xiao packed them in a cardboard box, and he left a note for Xiang Yu when he left. Xiang Yu would be a little sad to see the four people leaving one by one.

Xia Xiao pasted the note on his desk lamp, he should be able to see it.

I am leaving.

He couldn't think of anything to say, writing too much would make him too hypocritical, and in the end there were only three words.

When he came out, he walked away quickly. There is really no need to linger on some things when they leave. It will only remind you of more unnecessary memories.

At the gate of the school, someone stopped Xia Xiao.

Now Xia Xiao is sitting in a coffee shop, opposite him sits a long-haired man, Wang Xu.

Wang Xu: "You really don't think about it, I can pay for your tuition first, and you are really good at painting, plus you already have a reputation, don't worry about being worthless."

Xia Xiao shook his head: "Actually, it's not just about tuition fees, it's because I don't want to do this myself. Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your concern."

Wang Xu said: "Okay, you have your own ideas, so what are you going to do next? Go back?"

Xia Xiao looked at the cardboard box on the chair beside him, and said, "I can't tell right now, so stay here and take a look."

Wang Xu nodded: "Well, that's fine, this is my address. You can come to me anytime you need help." He wrote on the paper and handed it to him.

Xia Xiao took it and said, "Okay, thank you, Teacher Wang."

Wang Xu looked at him and said with a smile: "You are not my student and still call me teacher? Besides, I am not much older than you, so call me by my name."

Xia Xiao also smiled, and said, "Okay, thank you Brother Wang"

Wang Xu said helplessly: "Okay, but I agreed that if you need help, just call me. Anyway, you have my phone number."

Xia Xiao nodded, got up and picked up the cardboard box to leave, then turned to Wang Xu with a smile and said, "Brother Wang, don't cut this hair, it suits you quite well, and you have the temperament of an artist."

Pushing open the door of the coffee shop, the sun shines in, making my body warm and comfortable.

When talking with Wang Xu just now, he remembered what Yang Guizhi said a year ago: Art is for rich people!

Yes, art is reserved for the rich. This is not only the difference between rich and poor, but also the changes and influences of the environment.

Just like him now, when he was still a rich man, he was not interested in art, as long as he wanted to, he could stay in a special art school to study; when he became nothing, even if he was full of interest in art, he would If you don't have the mind to learn, this is a change in the environment.

Xia Xiao was walking on the bustling street, surrounded by strangers, but his heart and head were very clear.

At first he started painting because he couldn't speak because he was bored; later, he received attention because he won an award, and he needed the attention and care of others.And then there was another reason, a reason that he had forgotten for many years, and was slowly forgotten over many, many days and nights.

Someone once said that his paintings are very beautiful, he has a pair of dark eyes like the night, and he writes good handwriting that makes him jealous. That person was tricked by him into eating bitter chocolate. He later went to him, but people Go to the empty building.

Zhou Shuke!

Xia Xiao felt something hot gushing out of his chest, flowing to his limbs, every cell in him woke up from a deep sleep.

Xia Xiao hugged the cardboard box tightly, and there was an impulse in his chest, asking him to shout those three words, that person's name.The feeling was menacing, the feeling frightened him.

Zhou Shuke!The person who has been forgotten for many years, Xia Xiao didn't expect to recall him so strongly, and he couldn't figure out why it was like this.

But he was very happy because he didn't forget that person and that memory.He was just sleeping in his memory, waiting to be awakened, but the wait was nine years.

He should be 19 years old now, and I don't know where he is doing now.

Later, Xia Xiao recalled that if he had paid more attention to entertainment at that time, he would have known that Zhou Shuke was not very far away from him, but the Xia family rarely paid attention to entertainment.

Xia Xiao did not leave. He rented a small room, a bed, a place that could barely be called a kitchen, and a bathroom that was too crowded to stand up. The whole house smelled of damp and mold. There are places like this in developed cities.800 yuan a month is just such a place, Xia Xiao hesitated at that time, after all, the current 800 yuan is a lot of money for him.Seeing him like this, the landlord said very bluntly, "If you like to rent or not, people will rush to ask for it every minute!"

Xia Xiao also knows this, he has visited many places before, and the environment is better than here and the price is much higher.It was getting dark, and he had to find a place to stay.

In the end Xia Xiao rented it, put down his luggage, picked up the tools by the door and started cleaning.Opening the only window, Xia Xiao knew the reason why it was so humid here, and there was no sunlight to shine through when the window was opened, and this place was in the back of the sun, and there were so many tall buildings blocking it in front.

After cleaning the house, Xia Xiao was already too tired to move, and fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

Xia Xiao was woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone. It was Zhao Huayi who called and asked how he was doing. He told him that he had found a house and told him not to worry.After hanging up the phone, he fell asleep again. He had a dream. In the dream, he went back to his hometown in the countryside. He saw Zhou Shuke when he was a child. He was very happy. He desperately called Zhou Shuke, but Zhou Shuke always He didn't turn back and go forward, he ran to catch up, but Zhou Shuke walked farther and farther, becoming more and more blurred.

Xia Xiao woke up from the dream. It was already past nine in the morning when he turned on the phone, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger. Only then did he remember that he didn't eat dinner last night.He got up, washed his face, and then went out to look for food. By the way, he saw what job he could find. He didn't have much money on him now.

When Xia Xiao came out, he saw that there were still many low-rise houses in this generation, and they were built in a shadow. Xia Xiao thought that they were all for unemployed, low-income, and foreigners like him to live in.

Xia Xiao saw a small stall selling pancakes and fruits at the entrance of the alley, and there were many people waiting in front of it. The boss was an aunt.The scent wafting over made Xia Xiao's feeling of hunger more urgent,

When Xia Xiao was in line, the aunt asked, "How many eggs should you add?"

Xia Xiao was a little stunned, he had never bought this before.The aunt came to see the human figure, saw his embarrassment in her eyes, and said with a smile: "one is one yuan five, two two are three yuan, how much do you add?"

Xia Xiao's face was so hot that it was about to burn, he hesitated and said, "One, one."

The pancake fruit Xia Xiao bought for five yuan did not eat it while it was hot. Seeing the people in front of him eating it, completely ignoring that it was in public, Xia Xiao felt awkward and awkward when he thought about how he wanted to eat it. Uncomfortable, he swallowed, but did not eat after all.Later he told Wang Xu, Wang Xu laughed and said that it was his noble psychology that caused the trouble.

After a while, Xia Xiao couldn't help laughing at himself every time he thought about it, nobility and art are for the rich to play, and they are things that can't be eaten or spent!Fucking worthless in the face of hunger and lust, if you ask a beggar what is noble, he will first point to the broken bowl in front of him.

It's just that Xia Xiao doesn't have that awareness yet, and when he really gets to that day, even he will hate himself.

After walking in the busy city for a long time, Xia Xiao couldn't find a job that suited him. What else could he do besides painting?He himself does not know.

In a park, Xia Xiao ate that pancake fruit, it was already cold, but Xia Xiao ate it deliciously, he was really hungry.

Xia Xiao walked around the park. Apart from some couples, the old man was also a few people with painting tools. There were men and women. When Xia Xiao walked in front of them, they shouted at him: "Handsome, draw No Zhang painting, 15 yuan?"

Xia Xiao suddenly had an idea in his mind, he can also help others draw portraits like them!

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