tear up a white paper

"..." Han Fei didn't know what he was happy about. While smoothing his messy hair, he bit a pineapple and watched Fei Han slap the table.

The pineapple heart is crunchy, sweet, and sour, but not astringent.

After immersing himself in his own world, Fei Han smiled and said, "It's good, our days in Paris will be easier, at least I won't be so boring."

"Paris?"

"Don't you know yet?" Fei Han patted himself on the head when he saw Han Fei's bewildered face. The invitation letter was still in his dormitory!Explained: "The creators of the award-winning works can go to Paris to study for three years as an exchange student. This exchange meeting mainly focuses on this matter. The organizers came forward to organize this event, and they are willing to contribute half of the money. For the chance of pie, we only need...Han Fei?"

"Paris……"

"..." Fei Han smiled, knowing that he wanted to go too!Han Fei was so excited that he was almost beaming with joy!This made him look a bit dull, but he was just like an ordinary human being!Fei Han recalled his impressions of Han Fei these days, and always felt that there was something missing in him, until now he felt that Han Fei was complete!

That's right!

Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are not necessarily expressed in words and deeds, but they are essential. This is popularity.

Han Fei is too secretive to hide his emotions, he is obviously unwilling but will not resist in his heart, he is too calm and resigned, he doesn't even have any emotions when rubbing his head, he is too calm and unmoved by anything up!

Fei Han recalled that when he first heard the news, he was so excited that he forgot everything!

That's right!

Seeing that Han Fei had finished eating, Fei Han made his own decision and dragged him to the dormitory building, intending to make a good relationship with this "genius", saying, "It's a paradise there..."

"I..." Han Fei suddenly broke away from Fei Han's hand, took a few steps back, his eyes couldn't hide his joy, and said, "I... I have something to do, I'll go home first... goodbye."

"Hey——" Fei Han watched the overjoyed people flee in a hurry, amused for a while, that's all, another day!

Han Fei trotted all the way, and finally caught up with the bus. He grabbed the handrail and trembled, and the corners of his mouth flew up uncontrollably. He can go to Paris!

He could go to Paris!

He loved to paint, although his circumstances prevented him from ever having the luxury of being able to study in Paris.But now...it's different, he earned the opportunity to learn through his own efforts!

He could really go to Paris!

The bus backed up again, and after getting off in the north of the city, Han Fei rushed home.

"Yo, Han Fei is back!"

"There is also an artist in our community!"

"Han Fei give us a long face!"

"Look how happy the boy is!"

……

The community is a staff compound, and the building in the community is an old-style staff building with very period characteristics. The old workers of the textile factory live in the old welfare housing of the factory. This is the situation of Han Fei's house.

Originally, his family could not share a set of staff housing. Because the other household who lived together went abroad more than ten years ago, his family changed from a joint household to a single household.He can't afford to go to Beijing, because the expenses of going back and forth can use up his mother's salary for a month, so he must save as much as he can, and don't spend if he can.He also couldn't worship his master. The first teacher was the hostess of the co-resident, and the aunt was an art teacher. When they moved away, she left all her painting tools for Han Fei.

Today, Fei Han ate his food expenses for two days with one meal. Although it was a bit extravagant, Han Fei knew that he had to spend the money.Fei Han was right, if it wasn't for him, Han Fei would have to go to Beijing by himself and spend more money.

The compound is full of neighbors who have watched Han Fei grow up from a bare-bottomed child. Their various remarks, whether they are compliments or not, make him at a loss. Became an artist.

But he didn't dare to believe in approaching them just because of these compliments.

Even if you don't hire a teacher, drawing paper, brushes and books...all of these are money, not small money.Before winning the award, even his younger brother Han Bin blamed him because he insisted on learning painting and spent too much money on the family. These others even accused him of being selfish.He was very nervous and didn't know what was really the right way to deal with them.

He dared not do anything wrong.

So Han Fei nodded with a smile on his face and skipped over one by one, without saying much in response, and no longer beaming.After passing through this group of old parents, he patted his chest and ran upstairs quickly.

What "Gobi Sea" expresses is not survival from a desperate situation, nor is it respect and desire for life.

But the obsession with life.

He wants to live, wants to live better.

He wants to change the current situation, not that he can't even afford better paint.

Paris is his chance, the chance God gave him to change his destiny.

"Dad!" Han Fei smiled openly, opened the door and shouted, "Dad, Mom, I..."

There is no mother's care, no father's expectation, and no brother's smile.

What's going on here?

"Today is not the weekend, why are you back?..."

"What's wrong with the child coming back!" Han Biao interrupted Liu Ying, beckoned Han Fei to sit down beside him, embraced him and said, "Isn't the living expenses not enough? How much does Dad want to give you?"

"Old Han!"

"It's not bad for the child's food!" Han Biao glared, and Liu Ying sighed, wiped her hands on her apron, and went to the kitchen.

Han Bin remained silent as before, and closed the bedroom door with a bang.

Han Fei couldn't figure out what was going on?Why was he beaten back to his original form again?Not long ago, when his family members found out that he had won the award, they were very happy. Just like those people outside, they praised him as an "artist" and "artist". Why did he suddenly change?

"Dad... what's the matter?"

"Why is Xiao Fei back? Is there something wrong at school? I was so happy just now..."

"Dad..." Han Fei happily pulled a stool and sat down in front of his father, hugged Han Biao's arm and said flatteringly, "The senior alumnus who went to Beijing is back, and he also brought back a piece of good news, very good news , you will definitely like the good news!"

"What news? Tell Dad to make Dad happy."

"I can go to Paris to learn painting," Han Fei excitedly grabbed his father's hand and said excitedly, "The organizer of this event organizes exchange students for three years...Dad?"

"Pa——" A plate fell in the kitchen, making a sound of shattering.

"mom?"

"Paris..." Han Biao showed embarrassment. Seeing Han Fei looking at him expectantly, he quickly covered it up again. He smiled at his son and said, "Good thing, this is a good thing, Dad... Dad is happy..."

Han Fei smiled, he knew his father would be happy, as happy as him!

Except for the painting utensils left by the aunt who lived with him, all the tools he used for painting were given to him by his father alone.

At home, not in the entire community, among all the relatives and friends in the family, only his father never accused Han Fei.

Han Biao never said that Han Fei, who insisted on studying painting, was selfish.

Han Fei didn't eat at home, and hurried back to school with the living expenses his father had stuffed into his pocket, thinking about Paris.He just heard Fei Han say that there was such a thing, and rushed back to tell his father the good news, but he didn't find out the specific situation. This is not like himself.

He urgently needs to go back to school to ask Fei Han for confirmation.

Han Fei was smirking on the bus, thinking wildly in his mind. For a while, he thought that he had arrived in Paris, and for a while, he thought that he had boarded the plane and landed safely, and the "death is coming" incident did not happen. …it's all so beautiful, like a dream!After a while he felt lost again, thinking that this was actually just a dream.Fei Han didn't give himself any documents, maybe he was just as bad as others, and he lied to himself to amuse himself...

The fee letter isn't bad.

Bad people will not help him, let alone take care of the self-esteem of others.

He won't lie to him.

He doesn't have anything good, and it's worth cheating him.

When Fei Han was awakened by the knock on the door, he had just fallen asleep and was a little angry. He thought it was someone who had just left and ran back to touch porcelain!

Not a little daring!

He was in a bad mood, opened the door unhappily, and was about to get angry, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he was stunned.

It was him.

As soon as he returned to school, Han Fei started looking for Fei Han. He searched every studio, classroom, and every corner of the school, even the grove beside the playground, but he couldn't find Fei Han. By the time I could go to the dormitory to look for him, it was almost time to turn off the lights.Han Fei rushed over quickly, rushed into the dormitory building, and finally found Fei Han's dormitory, but he was not in the dormitory.

After several twists and turns, he inquired about Fei Han's residence off-campus. With the embarrassment of being ridiculed by his seniors, he violated the school rules for the first time, opening the window to leave the dormitory building, and forgot his father's teaching for the first time, walking on the dark street in the middle of the night It was the first time that he was so persistent and persistent in looking for someone.

He even forgot why he was looking for this person, just looked at the person in the door.

The person who just got up from the bed, a pair of close-fitting non-sense underwear can't cover anything at all, he didn't turn on the light, but his tough muscle lines glowed in the dark, especially his eyes.

"Han Fei? Why are you here?"

"..." Han Fei didn't dare to look at Fei Han like this, so he turned around secretly, set his gaze on the doorknob, and thought to himself what kind of painting would such a tense body make, he should be included in the painting!

Strange, he has seen all kinds of nude models, and he has never been afraid to look at each other!

Han Fei raised his hand to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead, panting lightly, he didn't know why he came here!

"Is something wrong? You come in first." Fei Han gave way to the door, let Han Fei in, and slapped on the light in the living room. Han Fei was startled by the sudden light and his fully exposed body.Fei Han was speechless, and silently poured a glass of water for Han Fei, motioned him to sit casually, and went back to the bedroom by himself.

After a while, he put on his clothes and came out again. Han Fei was next to the sofa, putting the empty water glass on the coffee table.The brown three-seater leather sofa was hard and soft, and felt strange to the touch. He almost slipped off the sofa and onto the floor, and quickly curled up and nestled in a corner.

Fei Han thought it was funny, poured him another glass of water, poured himself a glass, shook out two cigarettes from the cigarette case, and signaled to Han Fei.

Han Fei waved his hand to signal not to, but seeing him not moving, he said, "I don't know how to smoke, you can do whatever you want."

"..." Fei Han lit a cigarette, sat down on the other side of the sofa, took a mouthful of tobacco, and looked at the unexpected guest.

He doesn't understand him.

Why would he come to his place at such a time?Is he stupid and naive who doesn't know anything, or does he know everything and this trip is special?

If it is a special trip, what is the purpose?

It's not like those people, it's for money.But they didn't have any friendship at all, and the intersection in the afternoon was not enough for him to see him on his sofa in the middle of the night.

Fei Han couldn't figure it out.

Maybe it was because the night was too late, or there was something wrong with this cigarette, or maybe it was just because he drove away the people who brought him home today in a whim, so that the belated throbbing was provocative and clamoring... He looked as thin as a It is a person who has no quality and is as thin as a shadow, suddenly absent-minded.

Chapter 3