two-way cure

Sitting in the car heading to the city, Yang Zhou touched the envelope stuffed into his arms, put it away carefully, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Bai Luheng.

-Why do I feel like I've been adopted by you?

Bai Luheng quickly replied.

- If there is nothing to do, you can just study hard, take the entrance exam, and try to get a good grade in the exam.

Entrance exam?

Yang Zhou didn't reply any more and put away his phone.

He really didn't think about the entrance exam...

There was just too much art involved, and he wasn't sure he could arrange it all.

Maybe it's because I'm really too cowardly, without Xu Qingzhuo's gamble, and without Bai Luheng's courage to move forward, I would be afraid of doing anything...

The next day, Yang Zhou went out early.

That location is quite far from Bailu Hengjia, and Yang Zhou took the subway for four to ten minutes to see the light again.

It is said to be a studio, but it is actually more like a small school, with a studio, a canteen, a dormitory building, and a small playground.

The living environment and facilities are much better than those of No. [-] Middle School. As soon as Yang Zhou allocated the dormitory and completed the formalities, Bai Luheng called.

"How is it, is everything done?"

"Well, I'm done signing up, so I'll just go and sign a few words."

"How's the environment?"

"It's not bad, the facilities are better than No. [-] Middle School."

Bai Luheng smiled in satisfaction. As expected of Qin Song, his efficiency is reliable.

"I'll have a preliminary test in a while, and it seems that it depends on the level of the class. You can go to class too, don't worry about me."

"Well, okay." Before hanging up the phone, Bai Luheng kissed him on the phone.

Hearing the sound of 'beep' coming from the phone, Yang Zhou put away the phone with a smile and walked towards the test place.

The teacher who gave the question was young and looked less than 30 years old. He had a few dreadlocks on his head and was wearing a denim jacket.

"Where's your paint?" The teacher asked Yang Zhou, who was empty-handed.

"..."

Guan Gu called Bai Luheng and came to the exam without bringing anything.

"No paint box, no pencils?"

"Uh... I'll go back and get it."

"Forget it." The teacher waved his hand, "You can use mine first."

"Thank you teacher." Yang Zhou randomly picked a painting stool in the studio and sat down.

"Still life sketches require a white tablecloth, a bottle of red wine, some oranges, and a knife. The title of the color is "Starry Sky". From now on, there will be a total of four hours. Allocate the time yourself."

As soon as the topic came out, Yang Zhou picked up the pen and started drafting without thinking for a moment.

Mr. Dirty Braids sat in front of the studio, poking his phone, and glanced at him from time to time.

The subject of the sketch is very basic, and the starry sky was the most often drawn by Yang Zhou in the past. There must be no problem in drawing these two subjects.

Yang Zhou painted very quickly, he finished the sketch in a short while, and began to focus on color painting.

Mr. Dirty Braids just wanted to see his progress at first, but later he couldn't help but take a closer look at his paintings.

The spatial structure of the sketch is well grasped, and the tone of the color painting is also very appropriate.

The dark blue night sky is dotted with stars, and there is a bright morning star in the upper left corner. Under the night sky is a dark bush, and there are a few dark red fruits on the tree.

Seeing that Yang Zhou finished the last stroke and started to hang the painting, Mr. Dirty Braids smiled with satisfaction and said, "Which studio did you work in before?"

"I never learned that before."

"What? You haven't learned it?"

"Well, I just draw and play by myself."

The teacher was surprised for a long time before closing his mouth, "My name is Zhang Fan, and my position is similar to that of a head teacher. You can come to me if you need anything in the future. Our studio is mainly for college entrance examination candidates. There are two hours of morning reading every morning and three hours after dinner. Self-study, the rest of the time is painting and learning, go out to practice once a month, closed management one day off every week, the specific schedule will be sent to you later, now you can go back to the dormitory to take a rest, and I will report the results of class placement in the afternoon Take you to the studio."

"Thank you, teacher."

"You can just call me Brother Fan, I just graduated a few years ago." Zhang Fan took out a card from his pocket, "This is your meal card, you can swipe your card in the morning, noon and evening to get your meals, and they are all meals with lustful meals. If you want to open a small stove, there are also cafeterias, so you have to pay for it yourself."

Yang Zhou nodded, took the meal card and went to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria is not big and there are not many people. It is said that there are only ten to fifteen people in each class. There are not many students in the whole school, but the dishes are not bad. In Yang Zhou's opinion, a meal is enough to satisfy him.

After eating, Yang Zhou went back to the dormitory, and as soon as he entered the door, six eyes stared at him.

"My name is Yang Zhou, I'm new here."

Yang Zhou briefly introduced himself, and when they found out that they were new roommates, they nodded and asked, "Have you been divided into classes?"

"No, he said he would take me to the studio in the afternoon." Yang Zhou said while tidying up the bed.

They nodded and greeted him during class in the afternoon.

Sure enough, mental illnesses like Li Tao and the others are rare.

Yang Zhou waited for Zhang Fan, sat on the bed and looked at the schedule silently. From [-]:[-] in the morning to [-]:[-] in the evening, the schedule of the day was full, but these were nothing to the model worker of the century.

Before waiting for 5 minutes, Zhang Fan came, stood at the door and waved to Yang Zhou, "Let's go, I'll take you to the classroom!"

"The teachers gave you quite high marks, and I also told you that you have never learned painting, so you were finally assigned to an advanced class." Zhang Fan patted Yang Zhou on the back, "Study hard Come on, Sao Nian, strive to get a good grade in the art test after studying systematically this time!"

"I never thought about art exams."

Zhang Fan was very surprised, "Didn't you come to our studio to study for art exam?"

"I'm just learning to draw. I haven't thought about the art test yet." Even Yang Zhou was surprised that he could come to learn painting. As for the art test, he never thought about it.

"As far as I know, you are a senior in high school."

"Ah."

"At this time, learning art is not just for exams but for feelings?" Zhang Fan looked like you were kidding me.

Yang Zhou didn't speak, but stared at him deeply.

Obviously, Bai Luheng has considered for himself very far, so far that even Bai Luheng felt that he had crossed the line.

And what I think now, I can't tell clearly, after all, the art test is quite troublesome whether it is in the early stage or the later stage.

"To be honest, your talent is quite good. It's a pity not to study art. Now time is tight, otherwise I would like to suggest you to enter the Academy of Fine Arts."

Standing at the door of the studio, Zhang Fan patted Yang Zhou on the shoulder, "Think about it yourself."

The door of the studio was opened, Zhang Fan greeted the teacher and left.

When Yang Zhou stepped into the studio, he officially stepped into a brand new study life.

Not long after, the news that Yang Zhou entered the advanced class without studying art spread in the studio. Zhang Fan even posted his paintings to avoid public opinion...

So much so that Yang Zhou felt very ashamed every time he passed by the hall...

What followed were voices of persuasion from different teachers.

Taking this year's joint entrance examination is considered good, and what's more, I want him to repeat it for another year and take the eight major art academies...

To take the art test or not to take the art test, this is a question, and this question is obviously beyond the outline for Yang Zhou.

The problem of habitual insomnia has recurred. It has not been in this state for a long time since being together with Bailu. This time, it can be said that it has returned to before liberation.

Studying and attending classes step by step, a day's life seems to be very fulfilling, but it always feels empty.

Talking on the phone with Bai Luheng every night has become the most anticipated thing, even if there is nothing to say, just holding the phone like this feels at ease.

In addition, every weekend, Bai Luheng would come to the city. Yang Zhou didn't want him to make such a fuss, but he said he had to see his mother, so that Yang Zhou often went to Xiao Min's house with him. .

Xiao Min was also very happy to see her son coming here frequently, seeing that Yang Zhou was as familiar as her son, and he did what he could.

As an elderly mother, she is not tired at all, which shows that she is also well-raised.

It was another weekend, Yang Zhou took the subway early in order to meet Bai Luheng at the bus station.

To be honest, he doesn't really want Bai Lu to come over recently, because something felt wrong last weekend.

Someone has been following him!

The feeling of being stared at was very strange, but Bai Luheng didn't notice it at all.

When he talked about this with Bai Luheng, Bai Luheng still smiled heartlessly, "This time it's finally my turn to be the flower protector!"

Be a fart!At this time, Bai Luheng can still joke...

"Yang Zhou!"

As soon as the car arrived at the stop, Bai Lu swooped down and landed on Yang Zhou.

"Don't make trouble." Yang Zhou took Bai Luheng off his body.

"What? Do you still think there is someone?"

Yang Zhou shook his head, there are too many people here, he can't feel it.

Bai Luheng bumped him with his shoulder, "It's because you think too much!"

Thinking too much?

I couldn't feel it in a crowded place, but that night, especially when I sent Bai Luheng away to return to my studio, I felt this feeling very strongly.

"Let's go, I was studying last week, and I went out to play this week, combining work and rest, I even bought movie tickets!"

Yang Zhou was dragged by Bai Luheng to the nearby commercial street.

In the waiting room, a man in sloppy clothes got up from the waiting seat, pressed his hat on his head, and followed slowly...