Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

The morning light enveloped the corridor in soft colors, Fu Yuhan stood at the door of the office, but felt a little cold for no reason.In September, the heat has not yet dissipated, but the morning and evening hours gradually have the taste of autumn.

At this moment, Wen Yu, who had always been standing with his back to the door and facing the work station, suddenly moved down and stood next to Zhou Wenkang.He was probably looking at the things on the desk, but the corners of his raised eyes and brows lightly swept across Fu Yuhan——

The light in the long and narrow eyes flickered, and then fell silently with a smile, and returned to the desk.

Fu Yuhan was taken aback, and suddenly became irritable for no reason, and the understatement in his eyes made him see some kind of teasing feeling.

For a moment, he felt like a wild cat.

But it could also be an illusion.

He didn't want to delve into it, so he quickly went back to the classroom to get the album, and went out through the back door.

There are several teaching buildings in No. [-] Middle School, and the buildings are connected by air corridors. At first glance, it looks like a maze. There are some hidden good places that are only known to the students who walk through it every day.

Fu Yuhan went downstairs, walked through the winding corridor, and walked near the laboratory.

On the far right side of the teaching building here, the exterior of the building has been hollowed out for aesthetic reasons, which just allows people to look out through the small platform at the corner of the stairs.

Fu Yuhan sat on the floor with his legs curled up, and opened the album.

This is the corner where he often sits. There is no particular reason. In summer, the corridor is always very hot, but here is shaded, and because of the structure, there is often wind, so it is cooler.

After sitting for a long time, he found that from this place, he could cross the school fence and see the street trees and passers-by outside clearly.An old painter once told him that if he wanted to quickly improve his grasping ability, he should sit down in a corner and sketch pedestrians.

Pedestrians are always moving, even if they stay in a certain place, the time is not long, and they are not likely to maintain a movement for a long time like a sketch model, which requires him to outline the general shape in a very short time, some The details even need to rely on the cognition of human body structure to make up the painting.

Another reason is that this corner is very quiet, allowing him to forget about other things and devote himself to it.

But something happened today.

When the second picture was drawn, a slightly familiar voice came from behind Fu Yuhan: "Here again?"

The nib stopped.

He turned around: "... Teacher Yao."

The person who came was the director of the student office, surnamed Yao. He was about five or sixty years old, and his temples were a little gray. Although he had a kind face, because of the discipline of the supervisor, he stood at the school gate every Monday morning to check the school uniform and appearance. How many times did the students see him? Some are afraid.

Fu Yuhan wasn't very scared, but he didn't expect to meet him here.

If there is no experimental class in this place, neither teachers nor students would come here very often.

Director Yao tapped the dial on his wrist: "If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be class time now, right? Tell me yourself, how many times have you been caught by me?"

"...This semester is the first time."

"Spoof." Director Yao didn't get angry, but smiled, "It's only been a few days since school started, how about you?"

Dare to skip class, but still be embarrassed to talk?

Fu Yuhan didn't say anything.

Director Yao looked at him, and his eyes fell on the picture album spread out in his hand.Under the natural skylight, the pure white drawing paper has a layer of inconspicuous whiteness, and the young man's neat brushstrokes fell on it, forming a street scene.

Different from my own cold feeling, Fu Yuhan's brushwork is not shallow, especially in the shadows, the brushstrokes are particularly vigorous, and the outlines of the characters under the sun are clearly outlined in a contrasting way.

It is not very easy to paint the sense of light with black and white contrast, even from a layman's point of view, it is a very good painting.

"Actually, I've seen you here several times." Director Yao suddenly said, "I talked to you, Mr. Zhou, and he told me that you are a student with a very special situation. I think he has his own ideas, so he didn't come. Got you."

His cold and quiet eyes were like the strings on a musical instrument. After being gently plucked, Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, raised them again, and turned half of his face to look directly at Director Yao.

He is waiting for his next words.

"You may want to ask me why I came here today—it's actually because I'm in the third year of high school." Director Yao continued, "You may not have any special feelings when you enter the third year of high school, and you may feel that the teacher emphasizes the importance of the third year ' Very annoying. But, this is indeed a very important year. Even if the college entrance examination cannot determine a person's life, it will change many things. I hope you..."

"I don't find it annoying." Fu Yuhan said suddenly.

His eyes drooped, looking listless, and his voice lowered unconsciously, "Teacher Zhou has talked with me many times, but..."

"It's not easy?"

Fu Yuhan hummed.

His slender fingers turned the pen half a circle, and tapped the paper twice: "Sometimes I also feel..."

"what?"

Fu Yuhan licked his lower lip and shook his head: "It's nothing."

He is not very good at cutting himself apart, as long as some words come to his lips, he will subconsciously feel ashamed.

Asking for help is like the behavior of a coward. A teenage boy can do anything, but he never wants to lose face.

However, young people always have a misunderstanding, thinking that their disguise is all-encompassing, but they don't know that they are facing a teacher who has lived for decades.

Director Yao pondered for a while: "Do you think you can't find your target?"

Fu Yuhan fell silent.

Director Yao smiled, "I heard that you handed in a blank survey form at the end of last semester for a volunteer survey...you don't know which school you want to be admitted to, right?"

Some people choose schools based on their rankings, others choose schools based on their majors, and Fu Yuhan is not interested in either.

Staring at the blank questionnaire at that time, Fu Yuhan himself thought it was amazing, he thought about a class, and finally handed in a blank sheet of paper.

"I saw you skipping class several times to paint outside," Director Yao asked, "Why didn't you consider going to the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"..." Fu Yuhan paused, "Training is required before the exam...my mother won't agree."

"You can do the work of parents! What can the teachers in the third year of high school do? Aren't they helping you solve problems? You find your own way, go ahead with confidence and boldly, and tell the teacher when you encounter difficulties, and the teacher can help you."

Director Yao is indeed a person who has been working with students for many years, and his tone of advice and lectures are completely different.At least for this second, Fu Yuhan didn't see the shadow of the "Sura" who caught people dyeing their hair at the school gate, but was very... earnest.

Like Zhou Wenkang.

"However——" Director Yao changed the subject, "Even if you are taking an art exam, you need a foundation in cultural subjects. If you want to get into a good art academy, you can pass the scores in Chinese and English, right? 75 points in both subjects, you are sure. without?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"Why don't you go back to class soon?"

"..."

"After all, it turned out that they came to catch me." Fu Yuhan sighed, buttoned the album, and slowly stood up from the ground, "Mr. Yao, your routine is getting deeper and deeper."

"I didn't scold you, didn't deduct points, and didn't remember your punishment." Director Yao scolded with a smile, "You can be content with it! You can be a good boy if you get a bargain."

It's not cheap. Fu Yuhan didn't know, he only knew that today's sketching was in vain again.

but--

It doesn't seem too bad.

The place where he sat was at the corner between the second and third floors, and Class [-] was on the third floor of another building. He bid farewell to Director Yao and walked up with the album in his arms.

There was a wooden door between the stairs and the corridor. No one came here, and the door was always ajar. Fu Yuhan opened the door and was about to leave when he suddenly froze.

He looked back subconsciously, Director Yao had already gone downstairs and left.

"Why are you here?" He just opened his mouth, and closed the wooden door behind him with his backhand, as if trying to cover up something, "Isn't it time for class?"

Wen Yu hugged his chest and leaned his back against the wall next to the wooden door, his two long legs crossed and stretched forward.Hearing the question, he tilted his head slightly, stared at Fu Yuhan for a while, and then smiled: "Aren't you here too?"

"What's the difference, I..." Fu Yuhan paused.

Wen Yu asked back, "What's the difference?"

One is a good student who is said to have good grades, transfers directly to key classes, and is praised by teachers of various subjects when he first arrives;

Of course not.

But Fu Yuhan didn't want to reveal this gap in person.

He was silent, and then he thought about it, Wen Yu's skipping class didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

It's just a little weird...don't worry about it.

"It's nothing." The long and thin eyelashes slapped lightly twice, and Fu Yuhan said, "I'm going back to class."

He walked away.Wen Yu clicked his tongue and grabbed his arm.

Fu Yuhan was forced to stop, a little impatiently: "What are you doing?"

"Just now in the office, you looked at me twice." Wen Yu smiled, "I thought you would have something... want to tell me."

office?

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

Except for the glance back before leaving, he has been looking at Wen Yu from the corner of his eye. How did Wen Yu know that he was looking at him?

Isn't he talking to Zhou Wenkang?

"I have nothing to say." Fu Yuhan subconsciously licked his lower lip, "I didn't even look at you..." He suddenly realized something was wrong when he said this, and frowned, "Wait, you didn't mean to follow me there Did you come here?"

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows.

Then, he rolled his eyes and smiled happily: "You finally found out."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Fu Yuhan: "Why are you following me?"

"It's fun." Wen Yu said, "If I didn't come here with you, I wouldn't know that you are so elegant, skipping class and not playing golf, and actually hid in this kind of place to draw. Hey, don't tell me, this place is pretty good , I've been standing there for half an hour, except for Director Yao who went to arrest you, I didn't see a living person..."

"Are you a voyeur? Can you watch here for half an hour?" Fu Yuhan frowned, "And why didn't Director Yao teach you a lesson?"

Is it okay to skip classes with good grades?This is too double standard.

"Guess?" Wen Yu tilted his head.

His innocent appearance, in the eyes of "double-standard" Fu Yuhan, looked very cheap.

Fu Yuhan withdrew his arm abruptly, gouged him out.

"I guess fart." After he finished speaking, he walked away.

Fu Yuhan was tall, with a clean and neat outline, his figure fell in the middle of the long and deserted corridor, and gradually moved away.

Wen Yu watched his long legs staggered forward, his athletic waist pulled the school uniform, pulling straight folds back and forth, and finally smiled softly.

This is not a smile that Wen Yu used to show others, but a genuine smile, so the smile is very shallow.

"Sure enough," Wen Yu said in his heart, "compared to being depressed, an angry expression is more suitable for him."

- fresh.