tear up a white paper

"Teacher," Yuan Hua interrupted Han Fei first, scraped his palms with the thermos, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I was wrong that day, I'm ignorant, please forgive me."

"..." Han Fei knew that he might just be pretending to be pitiful, but he couldn't catch his mistake. In the end, it was Wang Bin's words, he is a man, an adult man who is older than Yuan Hua!

The so-called old age means that he must be tolerant and give in, just like he must let Han Bin, the so-called man must take responsibility and be tough, because men are all the same, they can only do evil and will not be evil.

Han Fei no longer thinks about whether such a stereotyped cognition is correct, let alone tell anyone that although he has always done well in his age, he is indeed a man who does not do evil and is not tough.

"That matter is over, don't take it to heart," Han Fei said, "You should study hard, the college entrance examination will be in June—"

"I can't read well, my mother said to send me abroad."

"That can't be too bad," Han Fei frowned, and blurted out, "Going out will disgrace the country."

"!" Yuan Hua put away the pitiful portrait, raised the corner of his mouth to look at Han Fei, and knew that his heart was actually very soft!

"Teacher, you are so kind. No one has ever said such a thing to me." He begged softly, "Can you teach me? I only have milk, one cup a day, okay?"

"..." Han Fei hesitated. He knew that he should refuse, but he was bound by milk. He had been drinking milk for several months, but he hadn't given a question to Yuan Hua yet!

"I won't cause trouble for you... Teacher, my stepfather doesn't like me and doesn't care about me. I have no place to go. I'll just read here with you. I won't ask you anymore. I won't bother you when you're busy. That's fine." ?"

"……"stepfather?These words contained a lot of information. Han Fei looked into Yuan Hua's eyes, and he was not lying.

Like him, he has a home and cannot return.

"Teacher, if you don't even care about me, no one cares about me, they don't care about me..."

"..."

"Look, no one cares if I don't come home so late. They only want to send me abroad, and they don't ask me what will happen if I go out with my grades—"

"Okay, stop talking." Han Fei took a step back helplessly, and said, "You said it yourself, read the book, if you break your promise—"

"Never break my promise," Yuan Hua was overjoyed, jumped up and put his head on the door frame, wishing to swear to the sky as a guarantee.He took a step back to let the dormitory door open, afraid that he would regret it, and hurriedly said: "Then I will come tomorrow, good night, teacher!"

Yuan Hua arrived very early, as if he went out with the sun, as if he arrived at dawn!But he dared not knock on the door, it was too early!With his schoolbag on his back, he squatted at the door of Han Fei's dormitory, thinking about Han Fei's compromising smile last night, enjoying himself alone.

He really couldn't tell how good-looking Han Fei was.He had never seen such shallow eyes, nor had he seen such a plain person.Han Fei's good looks are different from those he has seen before, this...is just a feeling.Yuan Hua only thinks that Han Fei's smile is especially good-looking, it looks like the morning fog in the mountains, thin and clean, invisible, but real.

If he really asked him to say what he really wanted, he couldn't tell.

Before the beating, he was arrogant and domineering, he didn't pay attention to the cloud of smoke at all. At the beginning of the beating, he was only angry, wishing that the sack could put the cloud of smoke in and seal the pond.

But next to each other, his mind changed.

His face was numb, and his thinking was also numb, and his eyes stared blankly at the pair of indifferent eyes on the opposite side. He knew that Han Fei's hands were also numb, but the force of hitting him on the face was not reduced by half.

A painter can ignore his own hands.

Yuan Hua introspected for a week, and only confirmed one thing, Han Fei is a ruthless character who will fight for his life, but he can't fight against such a person who can fight anything.

So what to do?Yuan Hua thought about it for a long, long time.

Until yesterday, he suddenly understood in his heart, who can catch a cloud of smoke?

Yuan Hua knew that he didn't have that ability.

He didn't think about it.

He just wanted to see him up close, one more day, one day.

Because he is the only one who cares about him in this school.

"Reading, why do you always look at me? I don't have a problem on my face!" Han Fei tapped on the drawing board and made a crisp "Du Du" sound. Yuan Hua's face was almost wrinkled by laughter, and he turned his gaze back to the textbook. .

Han Fei shook his head helplessly, sighed softly, and continued to bury his head on his drawing paper.

At first, Han Fei couldn't adapt to being alone in his own space, and suddenly there was another person, but Yuan Hua was indeed very quiet, as he promised, he would not disturb him or provoke him.Gradually, Han Fei accepted the reality that he just wanted to read books here.

Yuan Hua came before dawn in the morning, carrying a schoolbag with two thermos cups in it.He didn't bring any textbooks, but only read Han Fei's books.

After learning that he didn't bring any textbooks, Han Fei pointed to a stack of books in the corner, which was originally the cooking table in the kitchen, but Han Fei didn't know how to cook, so he turned it into a small bookshelf by using waste, and the kitchen became It became a small study.

He scoffed: "It's a good thing I'm sorting out the review outlines for the students!" He wanted to score points for the art class, so how could there be no teaching materials?Not only did he have textbooks, but he also had notes, as well as the treasures he kept when he was in high school.

Yuan Hua chuckled, seeing Han Fei standing in front of the easel in an apron covered in oil paint, he moved the set of desks to the other side of the window, and stuck himself into the desks and chairs that were too small for his size to go.It's not far or near, it's in the middle of the room, he can see Han Fei when he raises his head, but it won't disturb his painting, and he won't peek at his works.

Han Fei's notes are very complete, and Yuan Hua can find answers to almost all the questions he wanted to ask, so there are very few questions he can really ask.The two occasionally talked a few words, but most of the time they were immersed in their own worlds and doing their own things.

And the few words he said occasionally were nothing more than Yuan Hua staring at Han Fei and forgetting the time, and was woken up by Han Fei, and reminded him a few more words.

After a long time, Han Fei didn't bother to say those old-fashioned words anymore.

He was a little surprised. He knew that Yuan Hua was smart, and his mind was not full of straws. He used to just refuse to study, and his mind was empty. But he never thought that he would read books so smoothly, and gnawed through the books without asking. What a basic question.

He was a little skeptical, wondering if he really read it in!

On the afternoon of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the small sun was slowly covered. Turning on the lights and closing the curtains was done in one go. Yuan Hua already knew Han Fei's habits very well, so he did all these trivial things first.The fluorescent lamp in the room is not bright, but the light is warm and sufficient. It hit Han Fei's body, leaving a light halo like him at his feet. As he bent down and explored lightly, the halo changed slightly, like a girl Crimson cheeks.

Yuan Hua crawled on the desk, staring in awe.

"Look again, and I'll drink you up!" Suddenly, Han Fei waved his paintbrush with all his teeth and claws, and shouted.

"!"

"..."

"Hahahaha..." Yuan Hua covered his face and laughed violently, his laughter twitched, it was so funny!He laughed and fell from the small desks and chairs to the ground, even the desks and chairs were overturned, and the ground was a mess!

Han Fei felt depressed for a while, he was so annoyed, why did he say this!Yuan Hua is not one of those cute kids in the class! !

"Teacher, you are so cute!" Yuan Hua hurriedly helped up the table, but still couldn't help laughing for a while, enviously said: "The students in your class are so happy! If I had known, I would have learned art too!"

"..." It's so brilliant!Han Fei shook his head secretly, then asked, "Do you like painting?"

Like painting?

"No." Yuan Hua shook his head, rearranged the desks and chairs, and after the textbooks were also arranged, he stuck himself in again, resting his chin on his elbows, and looked at Han Fei who had hidden his emotions and started painting again. How fast!

He said: "I don't know how to paint, and I don't know how to paint. I can't see what is good..."

He was a little shy when he said this, and pinched his fingers. The knuckles were thick and strong. He showed his palm to Han Fei, indicating that it was not a hand capable of doing such delicate work as painting, and then said: "But you draw When I was there, it was like a painting, the best painting, I couldn't help but look over it..."

"...Your... Dad can't understand, but Dad... I like to see how you draw pictures..."

Father, there are people like you who like to watch me draw.

He also couldn't understand my paintings, but he was willing to watch me draw them.

"It's not my fault, teacher, I didn't sneak a peek at your painting on purpose—" Yuan Hua's voice stopped abruptly, and suddenly he noticed that the corners of Han Fei's eyes moistened.He was taken aback, he didn't say anything frivolous and hurtful, what's wrong? !

"teacher?"

"...I'm fine." Han Fei blocked Yuan Hua with one hand to prevent him from rushing over, covered his face with the other hand, turned his back to Yuan Hua, and prevented him from seeing his tears, making himself even more embarrassed.

He's fine, he just... thinks of his father who has left him.

"..." Yuan Hua didn't know what Han Fei was thinking, and didn't dare to make a mistake, so he had to sit down again, looking at the thin back, he felt uncomfortable.

The website of the Academy of Fine Arts also has the news that Han Fei won the international award that year. The ID photo in the news is not much different from the current Han Fei, but it is not the high-spirited Han Fei.

Being talented, gifted, or endowed, Yuan Hua never thought it was a big deal, he always thought it was just a boast.

Where is the genius?

There are only hard work and no hard work in this world.

As long as people work hard, they will succeed.

The old saying goes like this, "Heaven rewards hard work", "As long as you work hard, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle", "No pain, no gain", etc., don't they all mean this?

But the Han Fei in front of him made Yuan Hua see the living and naked reality.

He worked hard, worked hard, worked hard, never slackened in hard work, and had an innate talent... But he didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes. He was eating alone in the 15-square-meter staff dormitory. Dry food for Chinese New Year...

Yuan Hua was so sad that he didn't know when he stood up again. He silently walked behind Han Fei and said quietly, "Teacher, why did you come here to teach..."

"!Nothing to do with you."

"teacher--"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Han Fei!"

"..." Han Fei was stunned, but for a moment, he was caught like a firework being lit: "Go, go, I tell you to go!"

"I--"

"roll!!!!!"

I don't know where he got the strength, but he rammed into the buffalo-like Yuan Hua who was stuck in the center of the dormitory, knocked him out, and quickly locked him.

The series of movements were fast and sharp, as if they had been practiced countless times.

"..." All of this happened so suddenly!When Yuan Hua reacted, he was already locked out of the door!

Unexpectedly...he was so guarded against him, Yuan Hua couldn't laugh or cry, and felt extremely sad.It turned out that the peaceful coexistence these days was just his own imagination.

"Why it has nothing to do with me, I worry about you, I care about you, how can you still reject me thousands of miles away!" Yuan Hua was furious, he didn't understand why he was still rejected and pushed out the door, why these things All the hard work in the past will be in vain with one sentence.

He cares about him, he only thinks about him, he just thinks about him, is it wrong?

Chapter 13