the other half of the orange

The last day of October is the day of parting.The night before, it was rare for You Zhao to act coquettishly, so he insisted on taking Tang Heqian to the supermarket together.Tang Heqian took him to a large supermarket in the center of the city, parked the car in the VIP parking space, and took him to the special elevator.

You Zhao was curious: "You seem to be familiar with this place?"

"No, it's my first time here too."

"Then how..."

The two walked into the supermarket through the unobstructed back door, and Tang Heqian pushed the cart along: "My friend opened it, and I also have some shares."

You Zhao followed behind him obediently, with a complicated expression on his face.

"What do you want to buy?" Tang Heqian asked.

You Zhao faltered for a long time, but didn't make it clear what he was going to buy.Speaking of which, going to the supermarket was just a whim, and everything that needed to be prepared was prepared. With people from the Tang family around, I was not afraid of missing anything.

"Then buy some snacks, you can take them on the plane." Tang Heqian handed the cart to him and let him watch and take it: "But don't buy too much, just enough to eat on the plane, no more Transit."

"Then why are we here?" You Zhao asked himself, the original purpose was just to go to the supermarket with Tang Heqian to experience the home atmosphere, but he ran all the way here, with his hands tied and his feet tied, which was boring.

"Who said he was going to go to the supermarket?" Tang Heqian walked in front, and when he heard him complaining, he immediately turned around with a smile.

You Zhao followed quickly, pretending to be stupid, and said, "It's not me."

Walking around, it still feels a little more intimate.You Zhao was very satisfied, but felt that time flies, there are not many things in the shopping cart, and an hour and a half has passed.

When the two returned to the parking lot, You Zhao was walking with a small bag when he suddenly said, "Brother...I'm going away for three months."

"What?" Tang Heqian looked at him sideways, "Are you homesick?"

Home, he never dared to think about this word before, but now he unexpectedly has a warm haven.

"Will you miss me?" You Zhao looked up at him with serious eyes.

"Why do you ask that?" Tang Heqian was slightly surprised.

"We have only known each other for more than three months, and you also know that I have been away for three months." Thinking of this, You Zhao felt sour, "Would you forget me when I come back?" gone?"

Tang Heqian only thought that he was acting like a baby again, and comforted him: "It's not so easy to forget, and it's not like we can't contact by phone."

"Then it's settled, do you have time to contact me?" You Zhao smiled triumphantly.

Tang Heqian naturally agreed: "Let's go, go back and rest early."

You Zhao got up late the next day, and after washing up in a hurry, he had to rush to the school to meet up before dawn.There were many people standing at the school gate, pushing large and small suitcases, and there were many parents who came to see them off.

You Zhao asked the driver to stop in the corner, and moved the suitcases out of the back seat by himself. There were two suitcases, one large and one small, plus a rucksack for personal belongings, no more and no less.

At this time, Mo Enhe also arrived at the school gate, looking around for someone, and happened to see You Zhao walking from the darkness, and hurried up to help him pull the suitcase.

"Thank you, why do you have so little stuff?" You Zhao was surprised, Mo Enhe carried a schoolbag and only had a small box in his hand.

Mo Enhe explained: "Anyway, I don't need many things, everything is kept simple."

The school bus had already stopped at the gate, and the two of them got on the bus after registering with the accompanying teacher. After a while, everyone was assembled, and they started the school bus and rushed to the airport.

It was the first time for You Zhao and Mo Enhe to fly on a plane, and they felt a sense of sympathy for each other. The two of them followed the teacher stupidly with their boarding passes, and they had a little experience on the way to the plane.

After the plane passed through the clouds and gradually stabilized, You Zhao took out his backpack from under his seat, took out a sandwich, and handed it over: "Would you like something to eat? I heard that the food on the plane is not very good."

Moen thanked him, and declined with embarrassment.

"I still have a lot of food in my backpack. You are the only one I know here, so I can only share with you." You Zhao patted the bulging backpack, which contained a large bag of potato chips and a few breads, "Just help me out." Let me do it, or it will be a waste when I get off the plane."

Mo Enhe really didn't bring much food, so after weighing it, he still took it.

You Zhao then took out another sandwich and gnawed on it. A large slice of ham sandwiched avocado and salad, and the rye bread was crunchy. Aunt Fang made it early in the morning.

The sun had just risen, and the sky was already slightly bright. The sun shone through the gaps in the clouds, dyeing the entire sea of ​​clouds with a layer of gold.At the thought of leaving home for three months to study and live in a foreign country, You Zhao wanted to retreat.

The light in front of his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his palms were pressed against the transparent window. You Zhao subconsciously wanted to catch the yearning light, but his eyes were faintly stung.

Mo Enhe put the wrapping paper into the trash bag, turned to look at You Zhao, the sun cast a golden halo on his body, his cheeks were slightly flushed from the sun, the corners of his eyes were upturned, and his long and dense eyelashes fluttered, clear and clear. His pupils were filled with mist.

He only felt a certain place on his chest was suddenly clenched, his heartbeat stopped abruptly, and when it started beating again, this dreamlike painting would be etched in his mind for the rest of his life.

After You Zhao put down his hand, Mo Enhe pulled down the sun visor suddenly.

You Zhao: "?"

Mo Enhe coughed and explained: "The sun is too dazzling."

You Zhao rubbed his eyes: "Yes."

"That..." Mo Enhe called him, and fell into silence again.

"What's the matter?" You Zhao looked at him suspiciously.

Moen said softly, "Can I ask you a question?"

You Zhao blinked and asked curiously, "Okay, what's the problem?"

"It's just..." Mo Enhe lowered his voice, "How can you be sure that you like someone?"

It turned out to be love counseling.It was the first time You Zhao was asked these questions, and he couldn't help but be complacent: "I know this. If you like him, you will think of him unconsciously, you will blush when you see him, and your heartbeat will speed up when you touch him."

Mo En and the bottom of his heart read it silently a few times, and then took the temptation, Chi asked: "Then if the person you like is inappropriate and inappropriate, even you find it difficult, what should you do? "

You Zhao's eyebrows twitched, these doubts were placed on him, and he could match them everywhere, and suddenly felt a sense of shame and embarrassment that the secret in his heart had been revealed.

"I don't know about that, you can decide for yourself." You Zhao turned his head, leaned against the visor, and closed his eyes, "I'm a little sleepy, let's talk about it after I catch up on sleep."

After getting off the plane, they took the bus arranged by the school and passed through the bustling main city. When the group arrived at the Barcelona Academy of Arts, it was already evening in Spain.

Although everyone slept for more than ten hours on the plane, they did not sleep well due to the influence of several air currents during the flight.Especially You Zhao, who was not used to flying for the first time, and was woken up several times in the middle of the flight, in fact, he didn't really fall asleep much.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he was so drowsy that he didn't even want to pack his luggage. He put the suitcase away, threw the bag away, and lay down on the bed.

It was Mo En and He Xin who helped him arrange the suitcase: "You Zhao? Let's take a shower before going to bed."

You Zhao opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling with half-opened and half-closed eyes for a long time, and felt that it was time to take a shower, so he got up slowly, intending to open the suitcase to get a change of clothes.

After making the bed, Mo En and He opened the windows to ventilate, and asked strangely: "Foreigners like to face the windows, so they won't have a stroke?"

You Zhao opened the zipper, pointed at himself and muttered, "I, a Chinese, also face the windows at home, so I don't have a stroke."

Flipping through it, I always feel that something is wrong, and the groggyness is swept away.You Zhao opened another suitcase, but there was still nothing, and then there was the backpack he was carrying, all the snacks in it were wiped out on the plane, and now it was empty except for a tablet.

Seeing him rummaging through boxes and cabinets with increasingly ugly expressions, Mo Enhe couldn't help asking worriedly, "What's wrong?"

You Zhao was covered in cold sweat, and forced himself to calm down: "My sketchbook seems to have disappeared."

At almost the same moment, the Tang family.

Since You Zhao left, Tang Heqian has been restless all day long.Aviation accidents have occurred frequently in recent years, especially on international flights, and it was the first time for You Zhao to go abroad, so he had paternalistic worries at some point.

It's past zero in the country. After calculating the time, no matter how slow the flight is, it should land, but there is still no text message at this moment.

Tang Heqian didn't feel sleepy, so he went downstairs by accident and walked into You Zhao's room. It was clean and tidy, without a single hair.On the bedside table at the side, there is a slightly old sketchbook neatly placed.

It should have been left behind by You Zhao, perhaps forgotten under the pillow and cleaned up by the servants.

Tang Heqian stretched out his hand to pick it up, looked left and right, saw a thick sketchbook, judging by how old it was, there were very few blank pages left.He knows that painters always carry a notebook with them, and the inspiration of what they see and hear is recorded in the notebook anytime and anywhere.

So what does You Zhao like to paint?

An irresistible curiosity drove him to turn the pages.

The sketches of art students are nothing more than mountains, rivers, flowers, insects, birds and animals. Almost half of the book is the people and things that You Zhao saw in his life. What's more special is the rather explicit human body, men, women, young and old, with different postures. It's normal, but when more and more male genitalia are exposed in front of the eyes, the impact is not so big.

Tang Heqian flipped through it calmly, and suddenly the inner pages came loose, a piece of folded sketch paper fell to the ground, opened the plain white side, and painted a huge tree with dots of green and green. The man under the tree leaned on the recliner, closed his eyes and meditated, Holding a group of snow-white rabbits in his hand, the color blocks overlap, expressive and vivid.

As if to break some secret, he trembled and turned to the next page.

The last few pages of the sketchbook are all of the same man without exception, with rough sketches and more detailed realism.This one is half-hidden by mist in the bath, the next one is sweat soaked through the vest, and some are sketches of his different body parts, with well-articulated hands, strong and tight waist, You Zhao observes the sizable genitals very carefully, even the mole on the root of the index finger and the veins on the genitals are vivid.

Tang Heqian closed the notebook and remained silent, not knowing what to feel.Recalling the reluctant farewell not long ago, savoring carefully is another emotion hidden in the mouth.

His affection may be mixed with family affection, which has changed from dependence to deterioration.What about yourself?Family relationship has always been shallow, so what does this sudden desire to possess and control mean?

This sketchbook, like a key, opened the door to the unexpected. The ambiguity between the two of them when they got along was clearly revealed, and it was like a seed was planted quietly. share the pleasure.