[Net King] Drama Boy

After time travelling, Bai Cunye is the name of this body.

It was very strange, he couldn't figure it out, his life couldn't be more stable, and his work was quite satisfying, and he was waiting for the future in peace, why did he wear it here.

Bai Cun closed the diary, it was useless at all, the diary found in the drawer only recorded the journals of the first few holidays in the first year of junior high school, probably arranged by the teacher, but according to the student ID card, he is now a second year student in junior high school, why is this kind of Things are still there.

Now Baicun feels a little confused. Originally, he grew up in a very large private gallery and was adopted by the gallery owner. He received private education, learned courses, language, painting and art appreciation in an artistic atmosphere, and then naturally worked there. .

Everything is arranged, and now he is young again, his parents died again, don't ask how he knows, the portrait is still there, the villa in the suburbs, the will and the inheritance and insurance money in the passbook prepared by the original parents , it seems ideal.

Bai Cun frowned, pushed away the chair and stood up, looking out of the glass window that had been washed clean by the rain a few days ago.

The unique midsummer green in the outskirts far away from the city spreads, and the small gardens appear wild and unspeakably bleak due to the neglect of the plants, with occasional hoarse birdsong.

Bai Cun didn't understand why there was such an unpleasant bird song, as if deliberately exaggerating the atmosphere of a ghost movie.

Walking through the pale and empty rooms in Nuo Da's house that seemed to be duplicated, there was no human breath left, and all I could feel was a clear coldness.

Looking back on my previous life, the always elegant and lively gallery, the noble art lovers and vanity lovers from various countries, the shrewd and kind father...

Compared to crossing this unscientific thing, what makes him strange is that he has the same incompatibility and loneliness as he did back then.

On the September calendar tomorrow, several circles are drawn in a mess with black pen. The summer vacation is over and school starts tomorrow.

The only thing that makes Baicun feel friendly is the original set of professional art supplies and the residual paint that cannot be cleaned off the nails.

Bai Cun also learns to paint, and every time he picks up a paintbrush, he feels that everything can be forgiven. The feeling is indescribable.

However, Bai Cun did not find many works. There were many picture frames in the cabinet but only a few landscape paintings and still life sketches. Based on these alone, it can be seen that Yuan's skills are still young but he has a solid foundation and aura, and he has both composition and layout. A special beauty.

The original body undoubtedly looked like an excellent boy, with slender hands of good flesh and blood with thin calluses worn out from holding pens all year round, half-length black hair, neat room, and the wardrobe was all black, white and gray, except for the Bingdi school uniform.

He is in good health, but his irregular diet and depression have made him a little weak.There is no mirror in this villa, and there are no sharp objects. It can be inferred that the original body's mental state is very bad, so he put it away when he was still sane.

Not to mention that most of the children immersed in the art world are very sensitive to the outside world, and adults would find it difficult to accept the upheaval of the death of their parents, and the original body suffered great harm.Come to think of it, it is true that Bai Cun's brazenness and strong heart are rare in art.

...and a little bit of pride when I think about it.

So when school started the next day, Baicun walked into the campus with disgusted and pitiful eyes from all the teenagers who seemed to be looking at the dogs in the water. He looked through the freshmen handbook left by the original body from last year without changing his face, and went straight to the principal's office.

To be honest, Bai Village has no interest in exploring the disputes of teenagers at this age, let alone enduring humiliation and witnessing school violence. Bai Village decided to drop out of school and concentrate on studying painting.

If Bai Village still had a little expectation and hesitation about campus life before facing the disgusting gazes of all the teachers and students, after that, he just felt that he lacked interest. The collective and human nature are the same. few.

Bai Village wants to know the original body without asking. One possibility is that the original body has a problem with his character and conduct, and he has been exposed. Everyone knows about it; Or small group conflicts.According to the attitude of most people and Bai Cun's observation of Yuanshen, Yuanshen is not only in a weak position, but also the direction of public opinion is not biased towards Yuanshen, which shows that...it is Yuanshen himself who caused the conflict.

Yuanshen was a good boy, he could feel his clear spiritual world, Baicun couldn't think of what this kid did wrong to be treated like this.

The school incident happened before the summer vacation, which gave him a chance to breathe and recuperate but took away his parents.

Bai Cun sorted out these incidents, felt deeply sad but couldn't empathize with them. He was immersed in the world of paint with distinct colors. Once the world was overturned and the colors were confused-the soul of this young man dissipated like this.

Of course it's just a guess.

Now this body, Bai Cunye's life already belongs to him, he will live according to his own wishes and ways and will always be grateful for the youth's generosity, very selfish, but the original Bai Cunye did not want to intervene at all.

Because it is very troublesome.

The talented Baicunye boy came back by himself and squeezed him back.

That's how bad it is.

The entire floor of the principal's office was very deserted. Bai Cun leaned against the snow-white wall inlaid with gold wire, adjusted the angle, and took out a notebook and a pencil facing the window, casually sketching the yellowing cherry trees and the green lawn outside the window.

Bai Cun didn't bring a mobile phone or a watch, so he didn't know how long it had been, but he only knew that the sound of footsteps and vague conversations came from the corridor when the sun hadn't risen to the middle.

A calm and kind man in his 50s approached a young man exchanging pleasantries.

Bai Cun didn't pay attention, put away the drawing that had already been formed, bowed slightly to the principal, with a shy smile on his face.

Bai Cun has always been good at laughing. The world-class gallery he was in before was located in the suburbs of China’s capital city. Of course, the focus is on Chinese style. Prefer country style.

For a period of time, Baicun will wear ancient costumes outside of his job, and explain ancient paintings in the form of conversation in front of celebrities and dignitaries.The adoptive father felt that the tour guide-style explanation was not only not up to standard, but also gave people the feeling of looking down on giving, lest they burn the fragile self-esteem of celebrities.Therefore, Bai Village not only needs to understand ancient paintings, but also learns from etiquette teachers, in order to have the chic and affectionate demeanor of Wei and Jin dynasties.

Nodding, raising arms, walking, looking back, turning around, smiling, smiling, laughing... have completely penetrated into the bone marrow.The etiquette teacher once said that Baicun's movements are not standardized, but his smile and expression are very good. The most valuable thing is that his spirit is not restricted by his appearance. He can't do it better.

Baicun really can't learn those etiquette actions, and he always does not follow the standard, but the actions are naturally romantic and ancient. Maybe it's the free and romantic neurotic nature from the soul that coincides with the sage in the bamboo forest. .

In short, the smiles of professionals in the service industry really make people feel refreshed. Seeing Bai Cun writing and drawing on paper, the principal thought it was an appointment for an interview with the school newspaper, and nodded slightly to signal Bai Cun to go in and talk.

The boy next to him had a handsome face, with brilliant blond hair, sea-blue eyes, and a shining tear mole at the end of his right eye. His outline was deeper than that of an Asian boy. He should be of mixed race, and his stature was that of a third-year senior.

The senior glanced at him indifferently, his eyes were sharp, and he followed the principal into the room in a leisurely manner, looking quite arrogant.What is strange about Bai Village is the familiarity with the arrogant boy, as if he has seen this face thousands of times, putting aside this inexplicable feeling, Bai Village closed the gorgeous European style door.

Atobe Keigo didn't care about the juniors of the school newspaper reporters behind him. Actually, there was nothing important today. The elders in the family were old friends with Principal Fujimoto. At the beginning of the semester, they came to visit and greet each other according to the etiquette rules, and then had a cup of tea after sitting down for a while.

However, beyond expectation, the junior who was ignored by him didn't step up as cautiously as a junior should, and scribbled something on the paper to show to Principal Fujimoto on the opposite side.Atobe couldn't see the content, but saw Principal Fujimoto's surprised expression.

"Dropping out of school..." The doubts on Principal Fujimoto's face made a few more wrinkles appear, "Is there any reason?"

Bai Cun shook his head with a wry smile. Principal Fujimoto found that Bai Cun hadn't opened his mouth from the beginning to the end, as if he had realized something: "Ah, can't you talk?"

Bai Cun hooked the corners of his mouth and lowered his head, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"It's true, um... It's very hard to adapt to the Noble Academy." Principal Fujimoto sighed, "Then, your parents should have negotiated, and I will handle the application for withdrawal, but you can't give up studying."

Atobe finally saw that junior looking at the principal, his face was full of emotion.

No challenge, easy to achieve.

Bai Cun closed the door, and those familiar blue eyes were also locked inside.In fact, it is not necessary to use this method, but the original body seems to have not spoken for two or three months, and his voice is very problematic. The most important thing is that Baicun can dictate Japanese, but his oral English still needs to be tempered.Looking at the tall cherry tree with yellow leaves falling outside the window in the corridor, Bai Cun let out a soft, soft breath.

Bai Cun thought carefully about why he was so familiar with that boy.

Can not remember.

Shouldn't I give him the memory of the original body? His life is very boring now.

If he had the memory of Bai Cunye's youth for more than ten years, he would be able to live exactly like Bai Cunye, exactly.

Is it really good to ruin people's relationships like this... This is never something he would consider.

He just didn't know what he should do besides painting, what would most people do?How did they manage to be so happy?Wouldn't it be easier to live by copying Bai Cunye's life template?

He was not in the original life trajectory, and he felt only confused.

Where did Baicunye boy go?