tear up a white paper

"?" Han Fei waited for a while, but found that Fei Han was just staring at him, but neither asked nor answered his questions. He coughed lightly, moved to the corner of the sofa, and said, "My father I also smoke, I'm not afraid of the smell of cigarettes, I just don't smoke... hey!"

"..." Fei Han shook the cigarette ash to cover up his gaffe, approached Han Fei with a smirk and joked, "Hey what, I'm a class ahead of you anyway, it's not too much to call 'brother' from you!"

"..."

"Don't shout if you don't shout, it's the same as what I did to you!" Seeing this reaction, Fei Han made a judgment in his heart, vacated the seat between the two of them and sat down again, and said solemnly: "Tell me, what happened to make you angry?" In the middle of the night, you yelled me out of the bed of 'Worth a Thousand Gold'..."

"..." Han Fei was ridiculed hard, blushing secretly glanced at the door of the bedroom, the door was not completely closed, revealing a subtle gap, compared with the lights in the living room, the darkness of the bedroom is ambiguous and charming, making people daydream infinitely .

"Why don't you let me call you brother..."

"..." Han Fei's murmur made Fei Han laugh, because teasing you is fun!He won't admit it, that's because people's bad nature is like this, the more they see noble and holy things, the more they want to be dragged into the soil, stained with dust, and turn them into dirty and ordinary species like himself.

He put out half of the cigarette in the ashtray and said, "Who else told you to call me brother?"

"Your roommates in the dormitory, they told me that you lived here, I didn't mean to disturb you..." Thinking of the sweaty body he saw just now, he felt that the sentence "not intentionally" was not convincing at all Power, he really knocked people out of "Spring Night Moment".

"Then did you yell?"

"..." Han Fei shook his head. In fact, what they said was far from "brother", but "I'm looking for your ungrateful, empathetic brother Hanhan again..." He didn't know how to say it to himself In this case.

"No? I don't believe it. If you don't call them, how could those bastards tell you my address for free?"

"..." How should I say this!Han Fei glanced at him almost sadly, he didn't want to continue talking about this topic at all.They didn't let him call them elder brothers, but as Fei Han said, they didn't give him any privileges and let him go easily, but they didn't embarrass him as much as they do now.

"Okay, okay, I'm not teasing you, let's talk about things first." Han Fei's glance made Fei Han feel hot, and he quickly backed down and begged for forgiveness, "You are in such a hurry to find me, it must not be a trivial matter, let's talk about it."

"I...I want to see the documents," Han Fei whispered, seeing that Fei Han didn't understand, he said again: "The one who went to Paris, do you have the documents?"

"Is this what you are for?"

"Yeah." Han Fei nodded.After waiting for a while, without waiting for a response, I looked up at Fei Han.The latter crossed Erlang's legs, leaned on the sofa, and stared at him in a daze again, but this time, Han Fei could tell that Fei Han was unhappy.

"?"

"Why should I show you?" Fei Han lit another cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked at Han Fei's thin lips behind the smoke.

"..." This person is really bad!Han Fei thought to himself.

"You didn't go to Beijing again."

"..." This person is too bad!Han Fei regretted it, how could he think he was not bad.

"I took the document back, why should I show it to you if you want to?"

"..." Han Fei suppressed the grievance of being deceived. This person is not only bad, but also unpredictable, like a child, who changes from moment to moment, which is unpredictable.He was more difficult to understand than anyone he had ever met before. Han Fei was helpless. When he thought of something, he pouted and begged against his will: "Senior...please...show me..."

"!" Fei Han dropped the cigarette between his fingers in shock. He burned his knee and didn't know it hurt. The person who caused the trouble didn't know it. He didn't know what consequences he would bring. Han Fei frowned unwillingly and made persistent efforts, looked at Fei Han with those empty-eyed eyes, and pleaded further: "Han...Brother Han..."

"Stop," damn it!Fei Han choked and suppressed the evil fire in his heart, and asked viciously, "Who taught you?"

"..." Han Fei didn't understand. Who taught it? It wasn't the few in his dormitory. He had to ask nicely before he would give the address. Otherwise, would he be so embarrassed that he didn't want to mention it?He thought that Fei Han was waiting for him to beg him like those people, so he just copied it mechanically!

But why doesn't it work? !

"Don't be so begging in the future!"

"..."

"You're an idiot!" Fei Han stretched out his hand and poked at that puzzled face, causing Han Fei's face to turn red and white with pain, but he remained silent, only watching and pinching his chin sadly, People who force themselves to open their mouths almost to the tip of their noses.

Han Fei's neck ached from his back, and his mouth was uneasy, but he didn't dare to move or struggle.That's what they said too. They said that although Fei Han was responsive, he had a bad temper and only liked obedient people.

If he is obedient, he will give him what he wants.

Fei Han never thought that he would be bewitched. How could a person with poor self-control be able to bear the burden of the whole family, and how could a person who could not control himself withstand the joint pressure of so many elders.He has excellent self-control, how could he be bewitched? !

However, he can only explain everything that happened that day with "bewitched".From the corner of Han Fei's mouth at the school gate to perfunctory him, to the sincerity in his smile when he knew he was Fei Han, to the well-behaved docile, the flickering eyes... Everything about Han Fei is to confuse him A bottomless pit of losing oneself step by step.

"The document is in the dormitory, I can show it to you, but you must forget everything you learned tonight."

"?"

"Promise me. Those are jerks, don't listen to their nonsense, and don't believe what they say. They are meddlesome and teach things they shouldn't..."

"what?"

"Don't call me brother..."

"I..." He really is an elusive person, Han Fei thought.

However, Han Fei couldn't finish speaking, and was pulled forward by his chin. Fei Han held his face, hugged him into his arms, and kissed his lips...

To Han Fei, that night was like a dream, no, that day was just a dream.That day, he had a dream that reminded him, whether it was luck or misfortune, whether it was about Paris or Feihan.

As Fei Han requested, that kiss sealed everything that night, and he also forgot what happened that day.

Han Fei didn't go back to the dormitory with Fei Han to get the documents, and couldn't remember whether he was really kissed and hugged by Fei Han, nor what he said, and what he said again.

He forgot the man, the event, and Paris.

Fei Han couldn't find Han Fei.

The two people who have never met before, are like passers-by in the crowd, and have never had any intersection since then.

At the end of the month, Fei Han boarded the plane to Paris alone.

Han Biao was sick, a very bad disease, and needed a lot of money for treatment, which was beyond the affordability of Han Fei's family.

Seeing his father in the hospital, Han Fei realized why his mother and younger brother looked at him that way when he came home.

They blamed him because he was selfish and insisted on painting, so the family had no money to treat his father.

Han Fei didn't go to Paris, nor did he mention studying abroad.

He couldn't speak.

In his spare time, he no longer immerses himself in the studio, but stays with his father.My mother has to go to work, and my younger brother is only a junior high school student who has to go to school. He is the only one in the family who has time to accompany and take care of his father.But he didn't dare to say anything, he only apologized to his father who occasionally woke up and asked about this matter, saying that he was tricked by his senior brother, there was no such thing as Paris, that he regretted it, didn't figure it out, and made his father happy for nothing .

When you are busy, the days are like leaves tumbling in the wind, always passing quickly.

When Han Fei's two-point line from school to hospital and then from school to home lasted for more than half a year and became a habit that he could not quit, Han Biao survived the last sunset of his life. The dark cloud of water molecules, gone.

That day, snow particles were scattered in the air.

Han Fei opened the curtains and let his father look at the snow. His father only took one look, closed his eyelids, and closed his eyes forever.

The dullness after busyness seems extraordinarily long.

After his father left, Han Fei locked himself in the studio, holding a paintbrush, looking at the empty drawing paper in front of him, he suddenly didn't know how to write.

Like he doesn't know how to cry.

The closest person passed away, but he didn't even have a tear.

During that period of retreat, Han Fei thought a lot, thinking of the young tears rolling out of Han Bin's resentful eyes, thinking of his mother's tired back, thinking of his father's [-]-style bicycle. The father was wrapped in his arms, and the two of them carried their mother and younger brother on their backs, and secretly went to the commercial street next to the Academy of Fine Arts to buy painting supplies, thinking of his father's slightly pierced chin and rubbing the back of his neck intimately... thinking of the quarrel between father and mother, thinking of The younger brother's rebellion... Thinking of the last days, he was almost no longer sober, and when he opened his eyes, he didn't necessarily know his father, and occasionally babbled...

"...Go..." Han Fei couldn't hear clearly where his father wanted to go.

"...Yes..." For what?Han Fei didn't know either, and just nodded to his father with a smile.

"Take care of... your mother... and brother, dad is useless... I can't send you to Paris... your... dad can't understand, but dad... I like to see how you draw pictures..."

Han Fei's graduation work "Father" caused an uproar and constant controversy.

The pure white base was painted with no longer pure colors, no matter which color was made of white, it was disgustingly dirty.The title of the work is "Father", but there are no figures on the canvas, only the sky full of white polluted by various colors, and a huge black hole-like eye.

what's in therehollow?despair?A ray of light was faintly visible in the pupils.People can't see that it's emotion, only the unbearable surge ups and downs in the chest, which resonates with the painter.However, when it is really necessary to put it into the mouth, no one can say what kind of emotion it is.

The industry’s evaluation of this oil painting is mixed, and the voice of boasting is like a wave of oncoming waves. I can’t wait to push him and his works to the sky, and compare "Father" with the works of famous masters in the last century. compared to.Those who belittle are like looking at a piece of waste paper and think it is worthless.

The controversy about "Father" in the school continued until the school issued the honorary certificate of "Excellent Graduate", and what was sent to Han Fei together with the certificate was the postgraduate admission notice of the school.

This was the school's affirmation of Han Fei and his "Father", but Han Fei couldn't be happy. Looking back and forth between the two exquisitely crafted hard papers, he suddenly felt a little absurd.

What's the point of him wanting these?

No one will be happy about it anymore.

The only person in the world who liked to watch him paint, left.

He has only himself and his paintings.

Chapter 4