scorching cold

His reaction was too direct, Li Suihan couldn't help smiling when he saw his eyes shining in the dark.He sat half leaning on his arm, bent one leg for Tao Zhuo to lean on, and stretched the other leg long, thinking about the entry point of this topic.

A person who is not good at expressing his emotions is about to speak, Tao Zhuo is determined to wait for Li Suihan to take the initiative, but he is too curious, what he wants to know about Li Suihan and Li Yang is not just the breakup?

He asked half questioning half leading: "How long have you been together?"

Li Suihan thought for a while and said, "It's been five years off and on."

Oh, five years.

Tao Zhuo frowned at the already long number in his heart, counted the time, and said, "Isn't that when you went to teach me in your sophomore year?"

Before Li Suihan could answer, he immediately focused on "intermittent" and then asked: "Why are you together intermittently... Do you often break up?"

"Then how did you get together?" Tao Zhuo couldn't stop, "How do you know if each other is a straight guy? Have you ever been to the bathhouse together? Did you take a shower..."

"You..." Li Suihan was helpless and funny.

"Okay, tell me, tell me, I won't ask any more." Tao Zhuo hurriedly raised his hand to signal, he shook off the quilt and put it over his head, wrapping himself expectantly.

Li Suihan had no choice but to answer Tao Zhuo's question from the beginning. He said, "We met in the studio. At that time, I didn't know whether he was curvy or not, and he didn't know either."

"Ah." Tao Zhuo made a meaningless voice, and nodded on Li Suihan's leg.

It is different from Tao Zhuo’s idea that he just found a studio next to the school and went to it. Li Suihan’s studio in high school was the best and largest institution in Jin City. Brush both sides of the leaflet.

There are only a few such studios that rank well in the country. In addition to the locals, students from all over the world come to sign up for training every year with painting tools on their backs, pay a large amount of tuition fees, and live and eat in the studio. For Wuye's painting, the goal is to set the best schools.

Li Yang is one of them.

Li Suihan still remembers his appearance when he first arrived in the summer vacation of his second year of high school. At that time, Li Suihan could be regarded as an "old man" in the studio. He went to classes when he was free in the first year of high school, and was assigned from the ordinary class to the class of the Academy of Fine Arts in the second year of high school— - There are too many students, 2000 people, and the places in the top class must be closely followed by the most promising students.

Most of the classes in the Academy of Fine Arts are repeat students, some who repeat for one or two years, and some who repeat for two or three years or even four or five years. The basic skills are solid enough, except for a steady trembling during the art exam.When they were tired of painting, they would go to the normal class to play around, to see the level of the new class. When the teachers in the normal class were too busy, they would let them talk about painting to the newcomers.

Some veterans like to teach newcomers about painting, which gives them a sense of accomplishment, but Li Suihan doesn't like it.

When a friend with a good relationship asks to help look at the painting and talk about the problem, he will seriously ask it. He is too lazy to open his mouth and is not interested in looking at other unrelated people. Subconsciously, he feels that it has nothing to do with him.

When Li Yang first came here, he had no friends, to be exact, he didn't make friends.

He didn't come from those big cities, and he might not have been to the fourth line. When Li Suihan first heard him say where he was from, he didn't even have any impression of this strange place name in his mind.

An ordinary family in an ordinary city can afford him to paint, but the pressure is also real. He spends a lot of money on tuition, and subconsciously saves on food and clothing.

When he first arrived, he was asked to buy new bedding for the accommodation, but he didn't go and brought them home.

Painting at night until midnight, when others called him to go out to eat skewers or order takeaway, he ordered fried rice once, which cost 35, and he stopped eating if he was called again.

One day off a week, the same students who came from other places went out together to buy clothes, he refused twice, and the third time he was not called.

It's impossible for Li Yang not to care, "being poor" is the most unbearable thing, a group of half-university students live away from their parents, they are all the age of the most smug, vain, and face-saving, and he can't help but say a word in the same dormitory. Thinking about it, I simply became a lone ranger, just focusing on my own paintings every day, and pretending to "keep my ears off the window".

Li Suihan passed by a classroom in the ordinary class that day, and was pestered by a few boys for a while. The assistant teacher rolled up the book and came over to beat him, and yelled at Li Suihan: "You! The point is, don't disturb the morale of these prospective repeat students! Either help me, or get lost! Take the two busts on the bookcase to Lao Li!"

The ordinary class was cursing for a while, Li Suihan smiled and made a gesture of begging for forgiveness, and went to get the book.

He knew which two books the assistant was talking about. Last week, Lao Li showed them the books before he bought them, but he couldn't find them after looking around. Just as he was about to leave, Li Yang sat in the sparsest row of students near the stairs. Li, just realized that he was looking for a book, and shouted: "Excuse me, here it is."

Li Suihan turned his head, and the first thing he saw was a bluish gray mark under his right eyelid.

"When I first saw him, I thought he was being beaten." Li Suihan said, "Sitting in the corner, his hair was half-length and out of shape, his face was gloomy and pale, and no one talked to him. "

"Is it lead dust? I used to rub my nose easily, and it would turn black whenever I didn't move." Tao Zhuo listened intently, hanging on Li Suihan's lap and gesticulating towards his face, "Li Yang used to have such a personality. "

"Yeah." Li Suihan pinched his nose with a smile.

Li Suihan saw that he had no intention of getting up to deliver it, so he walked over to get it, but Li Yang didn't even get up, and directly threw the book in front of Li Suihan.

Li Suihan glanced at him, originally he didn't want to talk, but when he got closer, he found that the man's facial features were actually very good-looking, so he tapped his under-eye circles.

"Huh?" Li Yang didn't understand, and his expression instantly changed from clear and cold to a little stunned.

"Dirty." Li Suihan said.

After speaking, he took the book, glanced at Li Yang's drawing board, and left directly.

Li Yang's sketches at that time couldn't be said to be very good, but he had the advantage of being outstanding among the freshmen - put.

He has a natural overall view, and he can see black, white and gray very clearly. When it is time to lay out a big relationship, it is a big relationship. First, separate the three aspects; What should be black should be black and what should be white should be white, what should be prominent should be prominent, and what should be general should be general, never wasting money in meaningless pictures, boldly and clearly pursuing the most "jumpy" visual effect.

This is a kind of picture awareness, which sounds very simple. Some students can't understand after drawing [-] pictures, but for Li Yang, it is his instinct.

When they broke up five years later, Li Suihan recalled the first time they saw each other, thinking that this instinct was probably the root cause of their separation.

At that time, he couldn't think of the following things. He looked at Li Yang's painting and thought that this person would go to the Academy of Fine Arts sooner or later.

But the first time Li Yang appeared in the class of the Academy of Fine Arts, he was not transferred by the studio.

The boys basically knew each other after talking. Li Suihan hadn't paid attention to this person before, and he treated people he didn't know as air.

When they met each other occasionally after they met, they would say hello. At first Li Suihan took the initiative, but later Li Yang thought that this person would not drag him to buy something for dinner, so he also took the initiative to say hello to him.

The studio ends at ten o'clock in the evening, and Li Suihan usually paints until 11:30, then packs up his things and prepares to go home.

When he came out of class wearing earphones that day, he saw Li Yang standing against the wall in the corridor, holding a bottle of water in one hand and holding a mobile phone in the other hand, holding it up and looking away.

Li Suihan found that every time he saw this person, his focus was always crooked. Before, it was the gray on his face, but this time it was Li Yang's beautifully lined neck when viewed from the side.

But he was already very clear about his sexual orientation, so he was very calm and whistled at Li Yang.

Li Yang turned around and saw him coming, standing upright from the wall, showing the most typical smile when he was half-baked, a little shy, and asked out of words: "Are you finished painting?"

"Ah." Li Suihan agreed, looking into Li Yang's eyes, his tone was neither distant nor intentionally intimate, he just asked him, "Looking for me?"

"I want to ask you to see my paintings." Li Yang directly handed the phone to Li Suihan.

Li Suihan smiled, didn't say anything, took the phone and swiped one by one.

"Recently, I feel a bit of a bottleneck. I lose my mind while drawing. It's like holding someone else's hand while drawing." Li Yang looked at his phone with his head hooked, and explained to him softly, "I'll draw after you finished talking the other day. It's dirty, I have a little clue, and today I feel messed up again."

"What?" Li Suihan raised his eyes to look at him, not sure if he misunderstood or Li Yang misunderstood.

Li Yang imitated what he did last time, tapped on his cheekbones, then quickly swipe the phone a few times with Li Suihan's hand, and said, "Just this face, I changed it after you said it."

Before Li Suihan finished listening, he leaned against the wall, looked at Li Yang and laughed, thinking that this man's eyes are clear and bright, and he is smart, why is he still a little dazed when he paints.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Yang subconsciously wanted to take the phone over, thinking that Li Suihan was laughing at his painting.

"Did you go back and wash your face that day?" Li Suihan asked him, "Didn't you wait until you woke up the next day to wash your face?"

Li Yang was stunned for a moment, and after he realized it, he laughed along with Li Suihan, rubbed his face and said softly "Damn".

"Go and see it at your place." Li Suihan threw the phone back into Li Yang's arms, "I can't tell through the phone, the filter has blurred the old man's face."

"Okay." Li Yang took the phone and nodded, leading Li Suihan to his classroom.

Someone who knew Li Suihan in the classroom shouted when he came in, asking him to come and change his own painting. Li Suihan said to apply to Li Yang first, and sat down directly in front of his easel.

"Your consciousness is fine, it's just that you are in a hurry and want to get the effect too much." He flicked in Li Yang's pen case, and picked out the longest one from a pile of embarrassingly long pen tips, and it was next to Li Yang's drawing board Write a few words.

"The human head is not a ball. You can use a square consciousness to make relationships, but when you have done enough black, white and gray relationships, it is the depth and refinement that can separate your picture quality from others." Li Suihan threw the pencil back into the pencil case, beckoned to Li Yang, made him bow his head, and raised two fingers to turn over his cheekbones, "If Fan Hua doesn't feel it, go back and touch your face, the direction of the bones, Undulating, the strokes follow the structure, just like my hand."

It was the first time that Li Yang met someone who was still good at talking and drawing. He bent over and stunned in front of Li Suihan for a long time. Someone behind him laughed and shouted, "What are you doing Li Suihan?" good.

With a fresh line of lead dust on his cheekbone, he stared at his drawing board and pursed his lips for a while, then nodded and said, "Understood."

"You are fast enough." Li Suihan clapped his hands and stood up, "How can you thank me?"

"Thanks for that?" Li Yang suddenly smiled, his smile was very lively, his facial features were beautiful so he looked ostentatious, and he had two completely different temperaments from when he had no expression.

"Otherwise, someone will remind you to wash your face at night." Li Suihan pulled the corner of his mouth, and took away the unopened bottle of water that Li Yang had been clutching just now.