fickle midsummer

You Yu has just been divided into classes, and the whole class is full of art students who are about to leave school to go to other places for training. Everyone does not intend to gain friendship in a short time. Although the class is full of people, it still feels empty.The number of art students is not as large as that of culture classes. Naturally, even if the classroom is full, there are only one person and one table, and there is no situation where there are two people in a row.

The teacher who led the class was You Yu's Chinese teacher in the first year of high school. You Yu ran to the office and offered to sit in the corner of the last row by the window, and the teacher agreed after a little thought.

She told You Yu to pay attention to the results of the cultural class.

There are a lot of art students in the attached high school every year, but there are not many like You Yu, who have clearly taken art since childhood. In the past few years, there have only been a few, and they have been admitted in advance by major art colleges in China.

You Yu's painting skills are actually enough to get good grades in the art test, but Shu Shaoyuan's expectations of him are far more than that, so You Yu can only spend more time on painting.

In the history class, the girl learning the piano in the front row was reciting the score in a low voice, while the boy on the right was drawing geometric figures on the paper. You Yu poked the historical figures on the book with a black gel pen and listened to the teacher eloquently.

He didn't even bother to take the paintbrush out of his schoolbag today.

When school was over, Fu Xing came to the class waiting for him with his schoolbag, and took out a can of Wangzai milk from his pocket. Before You Yu could say anything, Fu Xing pressed the milk can against his cheek and said, "I just bought it!" of."

This is the second time that You Yu has not had time today, but every time it makes him quite comfortable.

Whether it's the over-the-shoulder exhalation, or the warmth with milk flavor.

He took the Wangzai milk and asked, "Why is it hot?"

"My good brother, I skipped class 10 minutes early and risked my life to buy it from the canteen. I was almost caught by the director." Seeing that You Yu couldn't pull the ring, Fu Xing said with hatred, "Why are you so useless."

You Yu sticks out her tongue, it's not the first time you know that I'm useless.

The easy-pull ring made a crisp sound, and then a richer milk fragrance was released from the small drinking mouth. Fu Xing found the straw out of nowhere, and You Yu was taken care of properly, his eyes bent into crescents, "Thank you."

The students in the class had almost left, and You Yu started to clean the classroom with a broom. In fact, it was useless for Fu Xing to come so early, they were still the last ones to leave the entire campus.But Wangzai milk is really sweet, coupled with the palatable temperature, You Yu thought why not have a can tomorrow.

No, two cans are fine, he has money!

Fu Xing was too lazy to take the broom, so he sat on the podium and pointed Jiang Shang.

There is rubbish here, don’t sweep it when it’s clean, why is the piece on the left so edible, there are snack bags all over the floor!

All the garbage is poured into the trash can. You Yu moves the trash can to the corridor. The students who come to clean in the morning will carry the trash can downstairs, pass through the dining hall, bypass half of the playground, and walk to the unified garbage dump in a few minutes.

On the way home, Fu Xing asked You Yu, "Are you the only one in your house recently?"

"Probably in the future." You Yu smiled.

"It's better to come to my house." Fu Xing thought for a while and said, "It's not safe for you to be alone at home."

not safe?You Yu shook his head. Over the years, he seemed to be alone at home a lot. He couldn't say it was safe or not. At most, he was careful to turn off the water and electricity before going to bed. He was very careful about these things.

You Yu suddenly remembered that Fu Xing said last semester that he wanted to have a cousin, and he asked, "When will your cousin come?"

"Are you worried that you won't have a place to live when my cousin comes?" Fu Xing thought that this was what You Yu was hesitating about, so he said indifferently, "It's easy to handle. My bed is double-decker. You sleep on top, and my cousin sleeps on the bottom. floor."

You Yu chuckled, "It's alright, I live well by myself, if you have time to come and visit me with dinner and supper, I'll be content."

Fu Xing stepped right in front of You Yu, and said seriously: "Is it really okay to be alone?"

"No."

"Youyu, I'm not kidding."

"I don't drive either." You Yu replied, "Fu Xing, I'm fine."

What Fu Xing was worried about, he knew that it was nothing more than his relationship with Shu Shaoyuan.But for You Yu, although this mother-child relationship is precious, it has lost the two-way relationship it should have poured into.

Shu Shaoyuan no longer cared about this family relationship, and fell in love like moths to a flame without hesitation, making You Yu feel that the end of the world and Shu Shaoyuan would never look back at him again.

You Yu thought about it, and decided to tell Fu Xing what he thought.

"Everyone thinks I'm already on the road to art, what if I quit halfway?"

Fu Xing frowned, "What do you mean?"

You Yu said word by word, quite seriously: "I don't want to take an art test."

I thought Fu Xing would object immediately, but Fu Xing just asked You Yu: "Are you out of your mind?"

You Yu smiled wryly, "Is it similar?"

"Since you were discharged from the hospital, you have become unlike the Youyu I know." Fu Xing said without thinking.

become like who?You Yu lowered his head and stomped his feet, standing in one place for a long time would get cold, he said softly, "It's just that I don't want to bear it anymore."

Endure all the facts that make you too uncomfortable, endure all the shackles you are forced to wear.

Would Youyu be better than it is now without painting?Or to a large extent it will be a mess.But he doesn't regret it at all, as long as he thinks that his future life can be decided by himself, he will feel that leaving Shu Shaoyuan is to make him a new self.

No matter what grades he gets in the college entrance examination, he doesn't want to rely on painting to walk the paved road.

You Yu stretched out her little finger, "I will only tell you one person, we agreed that you will keep this secret in your heart."

"Okay." Fu Xing hooked his little finger, "Come on."

Since childhood, Fu Xing has helped You Yu hide many lies, and this time is probably the last lie You Yu told Shu Shaoyuan.

A big lie.

In fact, he was still not brave enough to tell Shu Shaoyuan face to face and loudly.

"I don't want to paint, I don't want to be an art student."

I hate the life planned by you even more.

Why should a woman who has her own life in a mess help a man who can think independently to decide his future?

On the way back, Fu Xing asked You Yu what to do with the culture class, and You Yu said nonchalantly, "There is still one year."

His liberal arts foundation is not bad, and he gave up painting to focus on cultural courses. Although he cannot guarantee that he will be admitted to a first-class university, at least he will not fail to learn.

Is it a pity?If it's a lie to say that it's not a pity, Youyu was shaken every moment after making the decision. Giving up the art test is tantamount to giving up a pass to a higher education institution. He has to go back to the starting point and start again.

At the door of the house, Fu Xing was still persuading You Yu to live with him. You Yu was really too lazy to argue with him, took out the key from the bag, and unlocked and closed the door in one go. Fu Xing patted the door to explain that he would come to my house early for breakfast.

"Understood." You Yu said with a smile, "Go back quickly."

The sound of pattering footsteps soon sounded in the corridor, and with the sound of the door opening and closing, You Yu bent down and sat on the small stool next to the shoe cabinet to change his shoes.

After changing his slippers, he just sat there without moving, the lights in the living room and dining room were on, which reminded him of the time when Jiang Ping was still recovering from his broken bones, and Bao Shaoyi and Fu Xing came home to bother him every day. Coupled with the fact that Shu Shaoyuan occasionally went home to eat, the dining table was crowded, and every meal was like a war.

But now, he was the only one left in the huge room.

Before doing homework, You Yu packed up the painting equipment in the bedroom and planned to put them in the studio. After opening the studio door, his breathing stagnated slightly, and he smiled silently.

In addition to her own sketches in the studio, Shu Shaoyuan's pink easel, transparent acrylic brush case, paints stacked in the corner, and unfinished paintings were all removed at some point, leaving only the " "Sea Rain".But this painting will probably be taken away soon, and Shu Shaoyuan will sell the painting when he has no money to spend.

You Yu hasn't entered the studio for a long time, and he doesn't know exactly when the painting tools were removed.He walked to his easel, where a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the place where the drawing board was placed.

Shu Shaoyuan walked ruthlessly this time, but she was always filled with the free love she longed for.

Logically speaking, the weekend is an extremely suitable day for sleeping in, but You Yu still gets up at 07:30 in the morning, writes the day's plan and throws all the changed clothes into the washing machine. After reciting more than 20 English words, the pointer just goes to 08: 30.

The stock of food in the refrigerator at home is zero, so Youyu has to go to the supermarket to buy.

Before going to bed last night, Youyu counted the living expenses, which was a total of three thousand. In the past, Shu Shaoyuan was paid on a weekly basis, one hundred a week.Youyu eats breakfast and lunch at home, and only needs to eat dinner at school, and the money left over from the dinner expenses can be used to buy snacks.

Although you have to buy three meals a day now, three thousand a month is still too much for a high school student, so much that You Yu doesn't know what to buy with the money.

Boys of this age are nothing more than surfing the Internet and smoking behind their families' backs, but Youyu is only interested in harvesting vegetables from QQ Farm, and he doesn't touch alcohol or tobacco.

Shu Shaoyuan didn't listen to what he said, but kept in mind his request that she pay enough living expenses after marriage.

You Yu was angry and funny, but it was impossible to call Shu Shaoyuan and tell Shu Shaoyuan not to give me so much money.

On the way to the supermarket, You Yu took out [-] and deposited it in the bank as a small treasury for the future.

At noon, Bao Shaoyi called and asked Youyu if he wanted to play basketball. Youyu was not interested in basketball, and since he broke the bone, he loved his leg so badly.

Bao Shaoyi begged: "I am missing one person, help me, I really can't call anyone now."

You Yu thought for a while and agreed, and Bao Shaoyi immediately told him the address.

"What do you want to drink!" Bao Shaoyi asked.

"Don't drink." You Yu hung up the phone, cleaned up briefly, and went out with his thermos.

The basketball court is not far from the school. It takes 10 minutes to walk from home. When You Yu arrived, Bao Shaoyi was gathering with a few boys under the basketball hoop to play with you.

When Bao Shaoyi saw You Yu, he ran over to greet you, and You Yu held a thermos and asked, "How do you fight?"

"Three against three." Bao Shaoyi suddenly put his arms around You Yu's shoulders, You Yu struggled subconsciously, but Bao Shaoyi hugged him even tighter, and even moved closer to his face, whispering: "See the girl sitting over there Yet?"