summer and roses

The wind blowing through the ginkgo trees rolled down the golden leaves, and covered the entire street overnight.The cleaner in the orange vest didn't seem to worry about it. He sat beside the flower bed with a broom and lit a cigarette leisurely.

The overlapping of seasons makes the passage of time tangible, a flower blooms to wither, a tree changes color from summer to autumn, and the geese that occasionally pass by outside the window disappear...

The pile of test papers on the table got thicker and thicker, Lucky Cat didn't tell jokes much in class, and there was less and less fighting between classes. The pressure and chilling autumn and winter came together quietly in the third year of senior high school.

Mucha raised his head from the scroll and stretched himself.

"Hello." He kicked the stool at the front table, "Would you like something to eat, I'll buy it for you after class?"

There was no answer from the front desk, and a small note was pushed over from the edge of the desk after a while.

He laughed when he saw it, wrote a few snacks on Youyou, and finally stamped a small heart-shaped seal at the end-the seal was given by Meng Ran on his birthday, a complete set, with almost any pattern, this love was tragically destroyed that day You Yi disliked him, saying that he was so earthy and motherly, but Meng unexpectedly had his glass heart broken, but in the end, it was the love of earthy and motherly that was used the most.

Mucha's cultural class is not as stressful as others, as for the others, he doesn't like to mention them.So You Yi immersed himself in writing papers, and even after class time was squeezed out, Mu Xia obliged to take over the job of buying snacks.

The commissary, which was clamored by the No. [-] Middle School officials for rectification, spent half the semester in fear. Seeing that the rectification was thunderous and rainy, he was relieved and continued to start a small business.

I don’t know who made an opinion in a casual way. As soon as autumn and winter enter the canteen, they are bold enough to bring some cold noodles, fried rice and even Oden from outside the school. Snacks that are obviously not allowed by the school-soup, water, and taste are quite fragrant. The students were delighted to hear this, and rushed to tell each other, seeing that the business was getting bigger and bigger.

The road is one foot tall and the devil is one foot tall. Standing in front of the canteen, Mu Xia saw the students queuing up orderly to buy smuggled snacks to pass the big break. He couldn't help but sigh that he probably won't be able to see the closing of the shop before he graduates.

The word "graduation" flashed in his mind, and Mucha was in a trance for a moment.

He carried the milk tea and snacks he needed for the cruise and secretly wrapped them back in his school uniform jacket - No. [-] Middle School in winter does not require school uniforms, but Mucha still carries a coat with him to keep out the cold and wind - put it on his desk and dragged it by himself Stools, sitting down boldly in the middle of the narrow corridor.

Milk Tea thoughtfully inserted all the straws, and Mucha lay beside his table: "Are you competent?"

You Yi patted his head: "You are so good."

While drinking, he was flipping through the notes he had written in class. You You was not a student without talent, his intelligence was at an average level, and being a scumbag was simply not working hard.Ever since Lucky Cat came to him once after the National Day holiday, You Yu seemed to have suddenly enlightened, and even made a special math problem book.

Mucha familiarly took out a set of exercises from the pile of books on his desk, flipped through two pages, saw that You Yi had sorted out circles and equations, thought for a while, took a pen and started copying the page numbers.

"What are you doing?" You You said, biting the straw, looking sideways with long eyelashes.

"I'll also leave a few questions that I don't know how to do. I'll ask Old Wang tomorrow." Mucha folded and marked the pages of the exercise book on his own, and put the pen back, "I can't finish all the exams. Make up cultural lessons."

You Yi suddenly realized: "Are you about to take the unified exam?"

Mu Xia lay in his arms: "Well, in the middle of next month, I will look at single moves after it is over... I will be busy until the end of the year."

Whispering his hair a little: "Do you want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts in City B, or City G? You probably don't want to stay with us, is it difficult?"

"Professional class, that's it, I don't have any pressure." Mucha said, "Teacher Li told me to relax, I'm already a relatively good student in the studio, although my coloring is still not very good."

When it comes to professional things, you can't understand it well, so he nodded: "That's good."

Mucha raised his head and looked at him with bright eyes: "Anyway, three months ago, I will definitely be able to determine where I will study in the future. Do you want to come with me? The university is still in the same city?"

"Okay." You Yi thought for a while, and added, "As long as you don't make me take Qingbei exams."

With this promise, Mucha felt much more comfortable.He was like in the martial arts movie he watched, the protagonist suddenly opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and with a rare surge of energy, he got up and returned to his seat.

"Do you want to write a question?" You Yi turned around and asked.

Mucha: "Because of your words, the head is hanging like a thorn in my ass, I must get into a good school."

You Yi didn't know whether to believe it or not, and laughed after hearing it.He has deep eye sockets, and he looks very good-looking when he smiles. Mucha wanted to touch his eyebrows, but in the classroom, there were lucky cats in the front row who were giving lectures, so he had no choice but to hold a pen and use the non-writing end He poked You Yi between his eyebrows, leaving a white mark.

He has to attend classes during the day, and asks for leave at night to go to the wilderness studio to continue the pre-exam training. If Li Yan gives an order, Mu Xia will not even be able to attend the culture class during the day, and will spend all day in the studio.

The roses in the small yard withered cleanly, and even the leaves fell one by one as the weather became colder.The ginkgo leaves on the street outside the courtyard are brilliantly paved all over the ground in the sun, and when the westerly wind blows, they fly over the short street in curls.

Mucha couldn't count how many pencils he sharpened in the studio, how much money he spent on buying gouache, and the piles of waste manuscripts piled up, almost catching up with the test papers that Lin Zhan kept in the corner of the dormitory.

"Can you loosen your strokes when you should? Why are you rushing, calm down! This piece is so detailed!"

"Look more at the face structure in the copy. The facial features in this one are too rough. I only criticized the details yesterday. Why is it so wrong today?"

"The overall effect has been eaten? The picture is too gray, try again!"

"There should be a distance between the characters, but it can't be so wide that the whole picture will be split. Teacher Yuan usually teaches like this?"

……

A gust of cold wind came in from the window, making Mucha shiver, and woke up chilly.

In the dream, I was still in the studio, but outside the window was the No. 5 Middle School during the daytime. The ginkgo tree with all its leaves had fallen face to face with the sleepy-eyed Mucha, and the bare branches swayed in the wind.He thought he had slept for a long time, and the ink pen in his hand blurred a large black patch on the draft paper. He looked up at the clock behind the classroom, and only [-] minutes had passed.

Mucha rubbed his eyes, on the podium, Old Wang was clapping the blackboard and talking about math problems hoarsely.He was confused for a while, pinched his nose, and copied the examples on the edge of the blackboard into his notebook.

When the get out of class bell rang, Lao Wang only paused for ten seconds, and then continued to talk about the topic without any sense of get out of class ending.Some students complained in a low voice, and some raised their hands to signal to go to the toilet.

Mucha breathed into his palm, he just woke up, his cheeks were red all the way to his ears, and he was burning hot.

When Lao Wang was finally willing to leave his three-foot podium, the students rushed out of the classroom one after another, and Mu Xia realized that the day's class seemed to be over like this.

He stood up to pack his schoolbag, Youyou turned around: "Are you sick, your face is so red?"

Mucha waved his hand, just about to say no, his throat tickled, and he sneezed loudly.He hurriedly covered his nose to find a tissue, and You You took one from the desk of the female classmate next to him, and handed it over silently.

"Thank you." Mucha pressed her face and said in a low voice.

"Take some medicine when you are sick." You Yi lectured him in the tone of a lucky cat, and he couldn't help laughing after saying that, "If it is too serious, please ask for leave. I will accompany you to the hospital."

Mucha glared at him, perhaps because he had just sneezed, his eyes were full of water, sparkling, his glaring was no longer as vicious as usual.Youyou raised his hand to touch Mucha's earrings, the little fish was hidden under his broken hair, so it couldn't be found easily.

"Go eat." You Yi said, "I'll take you there after eating."

Mucha: "What about evening self-study?"