tear up a white paper

The temperature in Province S in June is soaring. As the sun is getting closer to the Tropic of Cancer, the temperature is getting higher and higher. City X is affected by the air effect and becomes even hotter.However, the tree-lined avenues on the campus of X University are a pure land, where the chirping of cicadas lingers in the shade of magnolia trees like a corridor.

On the ground under the shade of the trees, a piece of rice paper measuring 2 meters by 3 meters was spread out, and a boy with black-rimmed glasses drew on it barefoot.I don't know how he moved, the Xuanbai on the ground was stained with ink layer after layer, and in the blink of an eye, the outline of the magnificent "Magnolia Fangfei", one of the five wonders of X, has been printed on the rice paper by him!

As the sun got higher and higher, his swaying movements became faster and faster, as if he was racing against time.

Wherever he and the pen in his hand went, there was another young man following him. Like a paperweight, he always suppressed the powerless corners before he wrote.

Someone actually painted like this!

This behavior is amazing!

It was shocking!

The students of X University who came and went couldn't help but stop and look at this strange painter.After a while, the boulevard was congested, and more and more people gathered around. People praised and talked constantly.

There were too many people, and the congestion made the security team in the school gate guard room also dispatched.

"Get out of the way, don't occupy the road!"

"Disheveled clothing is strictly prohibited on campus..."

"Don't be crowded, what are you doing, go away, don't be here..."

"10 minutes." Han Fei didn't raise his head, he said prayers, but his hands didn't stop, "Give me 10 minutes, please."

"Why are you so ignorant—"

"Please, he said 10 minutes, that's 10 minutes, how can you have the heart to interrupt his painting!" Yuan Hua couldn't help pleading.

He was in tears.

He didn't know why he was crying.

He has seen it so many times and seen him paint it so many times, but he has never felt such a strong empathy.Today, and for the first time, when he was painting, he felt deeply hopeless.

Just like seeing moths jumping towards the flame, seeing the phoenix flying, seeing the jumping of the tail of the candle, he seems to see the last life, gorgeous and beautiful, and the rest is death.

As always, Han Fei didn't say anything, nor did he explain a word.Yuan Hua suddenly felt his thoughts through the person who was painting.

He knew, the slander and slander about him, the filth that he tried his best to hide and didn't want him to know, and the gossip that poured on him like ink in his hands, he knew all about it.

"Isn't X University the most free and advocating freedom?" Yuan Hua pressed the corner of the paper, unable to bear his sore nasal cavity and painful choked respiratory system, and cried: "Isn't everyone saying that love is in X University?" Is it? Not even 10 minutes? Really not?"

Many students couldn't help themselves, and spontaneously helped Yuan Hua press the corners of the paper. Watching Han Fei paint, many of them shed unknown tears.More people were moved by his infection, and even started to actively block the staff of the security team:

"10 minutes, we don't mind the congestion!"

"Art is free. He must have his reasons for choosing this painting at this time!"

"So many people have painted 'Magnolia Fangfei', but has anyone ever seen one that touched your heart more than this one?"

"The inclusive X University has never changed, and the purpose of X University has not changed. It is free to develop. Please don't stop him. This is against the purpose of X University."

……

Han Fei once again caused a sensation when he was obsessed with painting.

X Most of the student union members have automatically formed a defense team, facing the school security team, and many non-student union members joined the defense team. Unknowingly, the school security team was far away from the crowd. The crowds of people on the boulevard have crowded and expanded to the stage of the cultural square!

This is no small matter!

There were more and more people onlookers, and those who came later could not squeeze in at all. Some of them finally squeezed into the crowd after untold hardships, and before they had time to see clearly what happened, they heard a moan: "No——"

Accompanied by a cry of blood, there was an inconspicuous breaking sound, as if something hard had been destroyed.

The newcomers were stunned. In front of them was a huge ink painting with exquisite workmanship, as if the "Magnolia Fangfei" that students of X University usually saw in their eyes had been stretched into ink, extending infinitely underground.The students squatting or sitting all around pressed the edge of the painting with one hand, covered their mouths and noses with the other hand, and kept wiping away their tears.

No one can tell what they are crying and why they are crying, just like a poet who cannot help kneeling at the sunset in the desert, admiring the world in front of him.

Among the crowd, one knelt down and cried, his sobbing voice cracked his lungs: "I don't agree...you can't do this...I don't allow it, never allow it—"

At the other end, a slender young man stood precariously on the ink cartridge, with a broken inkstone under his feet, and broken and discarded writing brushes scattered beside him.

It turned out that he destroyed his inkstone.

The price of this painting is extraordinary!

How much effort does such a thin person have to use to crush an inkstone?No one can answer this question, but the inkstone was broken, the boy's limbs were stained with ink, and he turned over and jumped into the painting. If the painting was not black and white, and the "Magnolia Fangfei" in summer was golden and green, no one would be able to tell whether he was jumping or not. Entering the painting, he was still walking on the boulevard of X University.

The boy landed on the paper and shook it slightly, and everyone present gasped. There were nearly a thousand people present, but no one dared to relax their breath, for fear of blowing this flimsy person away.

Han Fei didn't fall down, he had no pen, no ink, no inkstone, and no time, he stood on the big X boulevard in the painting, looking at the road ahead he had drawn, except himself, He has nothing left.

"Magnolia Fangfei" of X University, the road to enlightenment of thousands of students, the road to life in a free school, what kind of tomorrow can I get out of myself with nothing?

He also wanted to know.

Han Fei bent down and landed on all fours, and the blank space in the center immediately became dizzy. Is it sweat or tears?No one knows, only shallow, like a painter, as thin as the traces left by the wind in the air.

Three meters is not long, but it is only a few steps, and it is not short, it seems to carry a lifetime.

Han Fei walked out of his own step by step youth.

Han Fei walked out of the first two meters with different shades on all fours, took a deep breath, and tried his best to stand upside down with his slender arms supporting his body.

Yuan Hua opened his mouth wide, not daring to breathe.

But for a moment, Han Fei turned over and landed without falling. In the last meter, he turned over three times, and at the final edge, he turned over and landed on the road of X University.

He turned his head and looked at the road he had walked. Every step was precarious, every step was cautious, and every step... seemed like the last step.

Hesitantly and hopelessly stepping on the ground.

"Wow——" Yuan Hua cried hoarsely, walked to Han Fei's side on his knees, hugged his leg, and cried loudly as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

Why does one have such strong emotions when one paints?

He saw it and felt it.What he thinks in his heart is completely presented in front of the painting, and he is completely immersed in it, as if it is integrated with his painting. He is the painting, and the painting is him.

Thunderous applause suddenly erupted from the crowd, and a flood of praise swarmed in.

Han Fei looked blankly at the people around him, regardless of age or gender, regardless of appearance or appearance, no matter black skin, white skin or yellow skin, everyone was smiling at him, shouting for him with tears in their eyes or shedding tears. Congratulations on the completion of his painting.

"..." He smiled back, as clear and shallow as a spring, and only then did he regain his senses from the artistic conception of painting.He pushed Yuan Hua's head with the back of his hand and said, "You..."

This was Yuan Hua's most emotionally turbulent time since watching him paint for so long.

"I don't care, what jade and tiles are there, if you dare to fight with those scumbags, I will fight with you forever!" Yuan Hua hugged Han Fei and cried loudly: "I don't care, you know what you were thinking just now , I know it too! I can't read pictures, I don't know what they say about "step by step life", but I know, I don't allow you to give up, I don't allow you to compromise, heaven and hell, I follow you, you are not All alone!"

"I--"

"You promise me! I beg you, promise me! No matter what, you must live on. Promise me that you will not give up your life on your own initiative. Promise me that you will work hard to be yourself and live well... Han Fei, you Promise me that this is not the last painting, promise me that you will keep on painting...because you love it, you love painting so much, you can't live without it..."

"..." Han Fei was speechless, yes, he loves painting, he just wants to paint, he can paint when he wants to paint, that's all.

"Tell me, this is not your last dream, tell me quickly, you have no intention not to look at the sun tomorrow, not to breathe the air of tomorrow, not to face tomorrow is a new day..." Yuan Hua was terrified. Literally speaking, he, a bystander, feels heartbroken, not to mention Han Fei himself, and how helpless and desperate he is, to draw the abyss of hell in "Magnolia Fangfei" in "Life Step by Step", And helplessness with no way out.

"I..." Yuan Hua's almost pleading appeal shocked Han Fei, he didn't expect that he would say such intimate words to himself!

Yuan Hua is not a good person who understands painting, he is not even considered a bosom friend, he is just a child who does not understand painting, follows him, breaks into his world abruptly, and stays with him.

This child has grown up.

He actually saw through his thoughts just now.

"Han Fei—"

"There is one minute left, wait for me for another minute." Han Fei stroked the top of Yuan Hua's head to comfort him, and ordered, "Help me raise the painting first."

"..." Yuan Hua calmed down instantly, remembering the initial preparation, and forced himself to stand up while wiping away tears.Han Fei walked around the painting with bare feet, and walked to the other end, thanking the students who helped him press the corners of the paper while walking. When he reached the place where the first footprints existed, he turned around and looked at Yuan at the other end of the "tree-lined road". Hua, made an "OK" gesture.

Chapter 46