A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

If Shen Wen hadn't mentioned this matter, he would have almost forgotten what he had said.

He said he wanted to see the playground, and Shen Wen brought him here directly.

"Let's go, my brother should be inside."

Shen Wen introduced to him that his elder brother, Shen Xiu, lived a life of unemployed vagrants, and he just watched sheep and petted horses every day.

Zhuang Shen saw Shen Wen's brother beside the stable.

The man is tall and tall, and his face is not quite like Shen Wen's. His face is thin and sharp, with deep eye sockets. His handsome face looks kind of gentle, but it feels more melancholy to him.

"Your classmate?" Shen Xiu glanced at Zhuang Shen lightly, and smiled slightly: "Would you like to sit in my room? Try the milk at our house."

His voice was very soft, with no sense of distance, but when a pair of eyes looked at him, there was no emotion in him.

"No, he has." Shen Wen put his hand on a white horse and touched it, then turned around and asked, "Would you like to ride it? This horse is very docile, and it won't hurt anyone if you don't take it with you."

The horses in the stables are well-maintained, and some horses even have their hair styled, tied with small tugs, or dyed purple and red to make them look like skyrockets.

The fashion sense of these horses doesn't match the faint gloomy temperament of Shen Wen's brother.

Zhuang Shen came all the time and didn't refuse.

They had ridden horses in the autumn outing before, and even though a staff member led them around with a rope, he had roughly learned the skills of riding a horse.

Shen Xiu was still about to teach him, but Zhuang Shen had already got on the horse neatly and sat firmly on it.

Shen Wen stood next to his brother, raised his lips and said, "Is my deskmate really good?"

Shen Xiu raised his eyes, and saw the straight back of the boy sitting on the horseback, and the smile that reached Shen Wen's eyes, his indifferent face also loosened a little: "Yes, if you look at him carefully, I won't passed."

Shen Wen got on another horse and followed Zhuang Shen, the two of them pulled the rope lightly and walked slowly.

Under the blue sky and layered clouds, the grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, and the breath of green grass is long and light.

The moment I set foot on the grassland, the anxiety in my heart dissipated, and my soul returned to the earth.There is no hustle and bustle of the city here, the quarrels that belong to the glitzy world, thousands of scattered smoke and dust quietly disappear, and the blue sky and white clouds seem to be within reach.

After walking a little further, Zhuang Shen asked, "Is your brother in a bad mood?"

"Did you see it?" Shen Wen said, "It's not because of you, he suffers from depression, but he has improved a lot this year, and if he stabilizes, he might be able to get out of it."

Zhuang Shen paused and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Shen Wen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Come here, let him meet one more young and energetic student today, isn't that considered a help?"

Zhuang Shen turned his head back, and he knew that if he asked this kind of question, he would not get any serious reply.

"We can't help him with his affairs." Shen Wen thought for a while and said, "A few years ago, he dated a girlfriend whose family background was quite ordinary, but when it came to getting engaged, the other party wanted to break up with him. My dad also I don't agree with it, so I locked my brother up. We found out later that the other party secretly confessed to my dad that she had advanced stomach cancer and didn't want to drag my brother down."

Zhuang Shen was sitting quite comfortably, but when he heard this, he straightened up and looked at him.

Shen Wen narrated: "At the funeral that day, my mother let him out and asked him to go and have a last look."

Zhuang Shen: "Your brother thinks it's his fault?"

Shen Wen lowered his eyes and frowned: "He didn't say anything, but I think he probably felt that he didn't accompany the other party through the last journey, and he believed the truth that was covered up. During that time, my dad originally I wanted to try to let my brother take over the company, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this..."

Zhuang Shen looked at the blurred figures of cattle and sheep in the distance. Although he couldn't empathize with him, based on his achievements and deeds, Shen Xiu should be the most innocent person.

Shen Wen was quiet for two seconds, and said: "If it were me, I would be unwilling to be with the person I like before he leaves."

Zhuang Shen asked: "Your family, only you and your brother?"

Shen Wen didn't expect him to suddenly change the subject, and raised his eyebrows before replying: "I also have a second sister, she just started working this year."

"Then your brother is not here, is your sister taking over the company?"

"No, my dad won't agree to let her take over." Shen Wen said casually, "But my sister still has a direction in this regard."

Zhuang Shen roughly constructed the situation of Shen Wen's family.

So the reason why Shen Wen appeared in Jiang City was that he didn't like to go to class, learned everything, and didn't care about grades...

According to the original novel, he was probably trying to escape the pressure of his family, and he didn't want to take the path arranged by his family, so he made way for his sister by the way.

Zhuang pondered deeply about the ins and outs of the novel, and found that the novel was logical in a certain way.

After thinking about it, Zhuang Shen replied: "So you came to Xingchen to study in order not to inherit the family property?"

Shen Wen waited for a long time, and when he heard this sentence, he was a little funny.

The original lyrical atmosphere completely disappeared, and he lazily said: "Yes, if you study hard, you will be arrested and go back to inherit billions of dollars."

Zhuang Shen: "..."

"But there was a little accident." Shen Wen changed his brisk tone just now, the tails of his eyes slightly raised, with light in his eyes, he looked sideways at him.

Zhuang Shen and he looked at each other, slightly staggering their eyes.

Shen Wen's voice came from the wind: "I met someone special, so I want to work hard and catch up with him."

Zhuang Shen tightened his grip on the rein, looking at the wide green lawn, there seemed to be a little mint smell in the air.

Silently, it touched him a little bit.

Because they were in a hurry, the two of them rested in Shen Xiu's manor for one night, went shopping the next day, ate some delicious food, and then returned home.

As soon as I got off the plane on Sunday afternoon, Qiu Ling called me and urged me softly, "Did you practice drawing during this time?"

The result was that the two of them didn't draw anything. In the end, under Qiu Ling's persuasion, Shen Wen made a promise that he would draw a picture for him tonight.

Putting down the phone, Shen Wen said: "By the way, the homework this time is to draw characters." He smiled lightly: "We draw each other? The ones with clothes on."

"I'll go back and take a shower first." Zhuang Shen didn't answer directly, but he obviously agreed.

Shen Wen gently curled the corners of his lips, and said indifferently: "I'll wait for you to wash it, should I paint it or yours?"

"Well, your room is bigger."

Thinking that not long after returning to the room, Zhuang Shen who had taken a shower would open his door and sit in his room for an hour or two, Shen Wen felt like he was cheating a child.

He slowly prepared the painting tools. He had just finished smoking a cigarette facing the window, and just as his heart calmed down, the door was pushed open.

Zhuang Shen was wearing a white sweater with snow-white skin. He habitually only dried his hair half-dry. At this time, the wet hair shone softly under the light, and some strands of hair were still dipped in water.

Those beautiful eyes are also like moist water, with a sense of water mist.

The cigarette in Shen Wen's hand almost burned him, he took two beats to pinch the cigarette, and walked over.

"Change clothes? This set has been washed." He took out the clothes hanging on the side.

It is a top made of chiffon, milky white, partial European retro style, and the fabric is light and thin accordion pleats.

Zhuang Shen went to the bathroom to change. The clothes were too big, the cuffs covered his fingers completely, and the organ lotus leaves were spread out, forming a different kind of beauty on him.

The neckline exposed half of the collarbone, and the lines were prominent. The slightly wet hair on the side of the face was a little messy after wearing the clothes, but it still looked good.

Shen Wen stood beside the soft chair with a lamp, the light was not bright, Zhuang Shen's skin was dazzlingly white under the gentle light.

Shen Wen just glanced at it, and almost couldn't look away.

He chose this suit firstly because he thought that the effect should be good after wearing it, but because he wanted to train his body in a vague way.

Under the light, the silhouette of the boy's body was faintly exposed through the clothes.

Zhuang Shen didn't care, but raised his head strangely: "Haven't it started yet?"

"I'm drawing now." Shen Wen picked up the pen, but he didn't get into the mood as quickly as before.

Such Zhuang Shen is like a bright pearl.

He is dazzling, dazzling enough to illuminate anyone.

Zhuang Shen lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were calm, and he leaned on a glass, showing a little lazy posture.

Shen Wen stared at the white paper in silence for a while before writing the first strokes on it.

After more than an hour, Shen Wen stopped writing, and said, "That's it."

As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was slightly hoarse and thready, sounding like an unsatisfied predator.

Zhuang Shen got up from his chair, walked to his drawing board, glanced at him casually, Shen Wen thought he wanted to see, and stepped aside.

He subconsciously glanced down, making sure there was nothing wrong, and then looked away.

Zhuang Shen raised his eyes and said, "Aren't you going?"

Shen Wen was puzzled: "Huh?"

"Now it's your turn to be a model." Zhuang Shen motioned for him to sit down.

"...Okay, I'll do it." Shen Wen wanted him to leave quickly, and when he sat on the chair, he realized that Zhuang Shen was still wearing that outfit.

Just as Zhuang Shen was about to write, his model moved again and said, "You changed your clothes."

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and Zhuang Shen didn't feel cold in this light clothes, but felt a little troublesome: "I wear this clothes and affect your sitting posture?"

"It's a bit of an influence." Shen Wen described the facts lightly, with a bit of bad interest in his voice: "The person I like is wearing this suit, and when you finish painting, I might not want to let you go."

Zhuang Shen paused, and looked down at his clothes.

What happened to his clothes?Except that it is thinner, it is no different from ordinary T-shirts.

Zhuang Shen could only put down the paintbrush in his hand, and went to the bathroom to change his clothes.

By the time both of them finished painting, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Shen Wen put the paintings together and prepared to find time tomorrow to send them together. He asked, "Where do you sleep tonight?"

"Go back to the dormitory, Liu Fan is still awake." Zhuang Shen put away his phone and said.

Shen Wen looked at him for a while, then raised his lips: "Good night, have a good dream."

"Good night."

Art Association, Qiu Ling looked at the paintings sent by the two of them, looked at them in admiration for a while, and couldn't help but show them to the other teachers: "Look, they can draw like this when they just came into contact with characters..."

The other teachers had heard about Zhuang Shen's deeds a long time ago, this high school student who Qiu Ling always wanted to be his apprentice but kept rejecting him.

But I have to say that Zhuang Shen's talent is indeed very good, not inferior to Shen Wen's.

Zheng Xu had just finished asking questions in the office, and when he glanced over there, he happened to catch a glimpse of Zhuang Shen's painting.

He frowned and asked, "Teacher Qiu, can I take a picture of their paintings?"