Years are warm

After struggling for almost two months, Xu Huai'an finally gave Zhao Qing an answer on whether to go to the national competition.

Go to the competition, but not to the training camp.The reason is also very simple, the time cannot be adjusted.Most of the non-competitive students in No. [-] Middle School would choose this choice when they encountered this multiple-choice question every year, and she was no exception.

Zhao Qing simply told her a few words, but he didn't force her, and let her learn by herself.As far as she is concerned, as long as she keeps her current grades steady and the prizes she won in the provincial competitions are the icing on the cake, the pressure of the college entrance examination will not be too great, and there is really no need to force it too much.

Time slipped away so quietly.The results of the mid-term exam came out quickly as usual, and the rankings did not change much. Except for the wailing and howling when the results came out, and the topic of the lecture, there seemed to be no disturbances.

It wasn't until Zhao Qing walked into the classroom one day and mentioned something during the class meeting that everyone who was busy writing the questions realized that time was passing too fast.

It's not the final exam, but the academic proficiency exam in June of the second year of high school.

This year is a little bit special.The province originally had its own test group, but following the policy reforms from above in the past two years, it happened to be the beginning of their last session, and they followed the trend and changed it to the national test.Although the teachers are always emphasizing that all changes remain the same, it is still nerve-wracking to actually take the exam.

After all, in the first year, no one can tell whether it is difficult or easy.The previous class caught up with the reform of the college entrance examination in the first year, and this class has caught up with the reform of the academic level in the first year.

It's hard to tell whether the exam is specific or not. Although it's all multiple-choice questions, it's not difficult, but many teachers regard it as a preview of the college entrance examination, which inevitably makes people feel very motivated.Those who originally thought that the college entrance examination was far away, only to realize that some things seem to have become within reach.

In such an atmosphere, it seems that the pressure of the final exam is not so great.

Before that, the May Day holiday became the last small long holiday of this semester.Probably after the mid-term exam and these few days, the teacher repeatedly emphasized the tension of the next month's exam, and everyone generally looked a little sleepy.Taking advantage of the holiday, Li Siyuan asked the small group of those who had a good time whether to go to the playground to relax.

Zhao Mingzhe in the group expressed no objection.Because he chose to go to the training camp, he was busy doing the questions, and everyone didn't bother him.

So the matter was settled.

The appointment was to gather outside the playground at nine o'clock in the morning on the first day.

When Xu Huaian and Xie Zhiyao came out of the subway, they saw four other people waving at them from a distance.

"Why did you arrive so early?" Xie Zhiyao couldn't help asking, "Isn't it nine o'clock?"

It's still 10 minutes away.

Fang Mubai was looking at his mobile phone at first, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard her words, "I plan to come to pick up the tickets in advance, the monitor is so excited that he got up early."

Zhang Xin silently added: "She also called me by the way."

The rest of the people: "Miserable."

Li Siyuan coughed twice, trying to change the subject, she looked at the outfits of the two people in front of her, bent her lips and smiled and said, "Hey, what clothes are you two wearing today..."

Both of them were wearing white T-shirts and jeans, looking fresh and clean, without the cover of school uniforms, the vigor of girls of this age was vividly highlighted.One is bright and beautiful, and the other is clean and elegant, no matter how you look at it, it is pleasing to the eye.

"I suspect that you have discussed it in advance." Li Siyuan deliberately teased, "Other people are pretending to be a couple, what are you two? Huh?"

Xie Zhiyao laughed and scolded: "Come on, why don't you talk about Mu Bai and Xiaoxue? Hurry up and get the tickets, otherwise there will be more people late."

There are many people in the holiday scenic spot, and you have to queue up to collect tickets.

Fang Mubai took a screenshot of the phone reservation picture, turned around and suggested to them: "Why don't you go shopping nearby? I heard that there is a solo exhibition recently, and there is a graffiti area next to it, you can go and have a look to pass the time and get a good ticket I call you."

Lin Xue stood next to her with an umbrella to protect her from the sun. Fang Mubai glanced at her, and took advantage of the height difference to take the umbrella and held it up.

"Then I'll go buy some water first?" Zhang Xin slapped her hands twice, and pointed to the convenience store next to her, "Go to the graffiti area."

The few remaining people nodded in response.

It's just a coincidence that the exhibition that Fang Mubai mentioned hadn't opened in the morning, and several staff members seemed to be debugging the equipment. When they saw someone coming, one of them put down their work and walked over.

"Are you here to see the exhibition? I'm sorry, it won't open until tomorrow afternoon." He looked at the people in front of him and probably guessed that they were students, so he pointed to a small street outside the venue , "There is a graffiti area here. If you are passing the time, you can go and have fun. There are prepared paints."

"Ah, okay, thank you." Li Siyuan looked inside and motioned to the two people behind: "Go in?"

Xie Zhiyao nodded, and she glanced over the half-covered sign at the entrance of the exhibition, and saw the name of the artist behind it.

I didn't read it all, but I could only vaguely see that the surname seemed to be Gu.She blinked and searched in her mind.She didn't seem to think of any painter she was more familiar with with this surname.

"What's wrong?" Xu Huai'an looked at her thoughtful look and asked.

"Ah, it's nothing." Xie Zhiyao looked away, "I was just wondering which artist's exhibition this is."

"Didn't you write your name?"

"I wrote it, but I didn't read it clearly." She shook her head, grabbed the wrist of the person next to her, and said with a smile, "Forget it, let's go in."

Probably because the graffiti area here was newly opened along with the exhibition. Basically, it is only the artist's draft, and there are not many subsequent graffiti.

When the staff on duty saw them coming in, they took a step forward and said, "Would you like to graffiti? There are brushes and paints inside, and you can use them freely, as long as you don't destroy them."

"Thank you." Xie Zhiyao nodded at him, put away the parasol and took two steps inside.

Her gaze swept across a piece of graffiti wall in front of her, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The pure dark tones were different from the colorful photos of the graffiti walls she had seen before.

Xie Zhiyao rested his fingertips on his chin, thought for two seconds, and stepped forward to pick up two paintbrushes.

Her movements were fast, and in a short while, different color patches were painted on the wall.

Li Siyuan watched her movements, struggled for a long time, and whispered: "What are you going to draw...I draw giant vegetables."

"You can also write. And..." Xie Zhiyao raised his head and thought for a while, then pointed at Xu Huai'an next to him and smiled teasingly, "Don't worry if your drawing is not good enough, you won't be better than Huai'an."

A schoolmaster who only knows how to draw stick figures, um.

The inexplicably named person glanced back at her with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

Li Siyuan was still a little dizzy, she scratched her hair, and said tentatively: "Why don't you write a sentence to demonstrate?"

Xie Zhiyao murmured, she thought for a moment, reached out and picked up another thinner pen, and wrote a line on the wall.

"Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes inity et." [1]

Li Siyuan read it again, and couldn't help laughing: "Why is it written in such a chicken soup?"

"Why is it chicken soup for the soul?" Xie Zhiyao snorted, picked up the pen and wiped the last brush of paint on it, "Actually, I think the style of the people drawn in the draft seems a bit... um, how should I put it, it's a little too gloomy? You see, the tone and style used are dark, and I feel that the mood I want to express is also low. It is said that the style of writing comes from the heart, so I think... Maybe the other party is not in a good mood at the time? Write this sentence in case the painting Did this person come back and see it?"

"If it makes people happy, isn't it good?" This is one of the reasons why the paints she chooses are all brighter colors on the basis of matching the draft.

Li Siyuan couldn't say no to her, so she could only turn her head to Xu Huaian, who was holding a pen in thought, and said, "Huai'an, what are you planning to write?"

Xu Huaian tilted his head and said, "I didn't think about it."

She lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the dimly colored strokes, searching for suitable words in her mind.

Li Siyuan could only shake her head, left a sentence and went outside to wait for them to go find the other people first.

"You don't need to be so entangled." Xie Zhiyao leaned next to her and squinted his eyes and smiled, "Graffiti walls are just what you want."

Do you want?Xu Huaian squeezed the paintbrush in his hand, hesitated for a few seconds and finally raised the brush.

A short English sentence.

Her English writing has always been very beautiful. Although she painted it on the wall with bright paint, it didn't hurt a bit, but it had an unexpected and stunning effect.

Xie Zhiyao scanned the line and asked her in surprise, "How did you think of writing this?"

"Hmm... intuition?" Xu Huai'an put down his pen and looked it over carefully for a while, "Isn't it pretty?"

"No." Xie Zhiyao smiled.On the contrary, this sentence is unexpectedly suitable for the original painter's brushwork.

She was about to say something more when she heard a call from outside.

"Zhiyao, Huai'an, are you alright?" It was Lin Xue and the others.

"Here we come!" Xie Zhiyao put the brush back to its original place, and took the hand of the person beside him, "Let's go?"

Xu Huaian nodded obediently, and held her back.

The wind blows the hem of the clothes and brushes the ends of the hair, and the sun is just right.

Xie Zhiyao looked back at the painted wall for the last time, bent his lips and smiled.

Seeing them leave, the staff on duty went up to collect the used paint and painting tools as usual.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near the entrance.He thought it was a tourist who came to watch as curiously as the students just now, and was about to turn around to entertain, when he saw the figure at the entrance exclaiming in surprise: "Ah, Mr. Gu, why are you coming here when you have time?"

The visitor nodded slightly at him as a greeting.

"come and see."

The high-heeled shoes tapped lightly on the tiles laid on the ground, and the sound was crisp.The woman is against the light, and her tall figure casts a shadow on the colorful graffiti wall.The sunlight touched the cuffs of her gray shirt, as if a little halo reflected from the metal buttons of the cuffs.

She lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on the words written on the area where the paint was not yet dry, and she gently opened her lips.

"Weare all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." [2]

On the black mud in the painting, pure white roses are blooming, and on the gray sky in the background, a bunch of bright colors have been wiped away, as if the sky is about to shine.

The woman's eyes softened for a moment, but it was only for a short moment.

The staff stood behind her a little awkwardly, not sure what the reason for this big Buddha's sudden visit was.

"That... Teacher Gu, if you don't like it, we can deal with it." He whispered something behind him.It is said that these artists are very furry, although it is said that this is a graffiti area, but it is not sure because it is not used to others not drawing pictures but writing on it.

The woman looked back at him, her black eyes were deep and quiet.

As if unconsciously, her fingertips stroked the platinum ring on her ring finger.

The staff she was staring at didn't dare to show their anger, and stood obediently with their hands behind their backs, waiting for her to speak.

"No need." After an unknown amount of time, the woman seemed to have finally regained her senses, and shook her head gently.Her eyes are very deep, even if the early summer sun is bright and dazzling, it seems that it can't shine into the depths of those eyes.

"Leave it alone," she said.

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Note: [1] Tomorrow will always be fresh and spotless.From "Anne of Green Gables" by LM Montgomery.

[2] We are all in the gutter, but there are still people who look up to the stars.From Oscar Wilde.

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