I was as innocent as you

Qu Shen has been in a bad mood for a long time—although he seldom had a particularly happy time.

He had known for a long time that ever since he met Zhai Yanghao, he had been living like a parasite, not doing his job properly, and being useless.Zhai Yanghao has been holding him carefully all the time, and the gradually increasing works in the studio are also paralyzing him, but one day he will wake up from the stinging pain.Zhai Yanghao's classmates finally let him see clearly that he and Zhai Yanghao are walking on two different paths and living in two different worlds.Zhai Yanghao's world is confident and bright, but his world cannot even be revealed to others.

He couldn't understand more and more how he thought of Zhai Yanghao.He really should thank Zhai Yanghao, everything he has now is thanks to him.However, he still couldn't face what Zhai Yanghao did to him, that abnormal desire.

Qu Shen stared at the ceiling motionless, his thoughts drifted far away, and suddenly remembered that when they were in middle school, they had a vitriolic head teacher, who had to write down what she thought was the most unforgivable mistake after every test or test. A blackboard, named and humiliated students who committed these low-level mistakes.

Originally, this kind of thing had nothing to do with him and Zhai Yanghao, and they watched happily every time.But one time Zhai Yanghao was called out by the head teacher.

The whole class was very surprised, watching the head teacher write a line on the blackboard: Ask how deep Qu Nade is.

When writing the last line, the head teacher almost broke the chalk on the blackboard, and said sadly: "Zhai Yanghao! Look at your silent poems! What are you stuffing in your head?"

Qu Shen stared blankly at the blackboard amidst a roar of laughter, he realized with rare sensitivity that his name was hidden in this wrongly written poem.

When thinking of this, Qu Shen even smiled.

He didn't believe that was where it all started.

In the final analysis, he is still cowardly and incompetent.

For a long time, Zhai Yanghao did not contact him again.

Qu Shen set a detailed plan for himself, work hard, paint well, and no matter what he does in the future, he must support himself first.He sorted out the things in the studio, moved the ones he could fit back to his residence, and left the ones he couldn't fit in the school for the students to use.The studio was refunded, and some of the balance was refunded. He opened an account to save it, and hesitated whether to return it to Zhai Yanghao.

He carefully planned his money, painting materials are too expensive, so he can only deduct himself in life.He went to the supermarket to buy only a few things, bread, instant noodles, eggs, ham, vegetables, and three or four canned pickled foods.When I’m in a good mood, I eat canned food. When I’m in a bad mood, I slowly add eggs and vegetables to the noodles. Sometimes I really want to paint, so I buy some food at the black material street at the entrance of the community. If I’m really in a hurry, I just take a box of ham Squeeze and eat, boil a pot of boiling water and drink.Then he sat at the desk, turned on the computer, played music, and started drawing.

Qu Shen only started to learn painting in middle school.

In fact, an art teacher discovered his talent when he was in elementary school. When he was in art class, the teacher always circled around him to see how he could draw.Later, the art class in middle school no longer required painting, so he started to learn painting every week from the art test class in the high school.

He practiced sketching and gouache assiduously, and was also fascinated by the technique of print painting. Later, he was led by his senior to start drawing manga.As long as he sees interesting lines and outlines, he will follow along.Qu Shen has shown a little social barrier since then, sitting in a group of people still seems to be alone.He often stayed in the art test class before the second year of high school, which aggravated his symptoms.

The students in the art test class are all older than him and more thoughtful. Some people can't get used to Qu Shen's hard work in painting even though he doesn't need to take the art test, and they can't see him being too conformist.Qu Shen could feel this kind of disdain, but he didn't care, he just wanted to paint, so he lowered his sense of existence even more, and just buried himself in the pen and paper.

In the second year of high school, Qu Shen was forcibly dragged out of the art test class by his parents and class teacher.He puts too much attention on painting, so he is not considered a hardworking student, but he is very good at all things that can be done well with personal concentration, including studying.Even if he spends a lot of time painting, his grades are still in the middle and upper reaches.

Qu Shen's parents are both old-fashioned and traditional people, and they eagerly hope that he can study hard and find a stable and secure job.And the teacher regards him as a child with special talents, and must work hard to push him to go further.

During the winter vacation of the second year of high school, Qu Shen sat in the grade leader's office with his head bowed all afternoon, listening to the teacher's persuasive persuasion.Of course he nodded, and he would do what the teacher said.

Finally, the grade leader said, when you get to a higher and wider platform, if you want to draw, you will have a better view.

Qu Shen was convinced by this sentence.

He obediently threw away the drawing paper and buried it in the exercises and test papers. After studying hard for a year and a half, he easily got a top ten in the city. He went to a very good university. After meeting a very good teacher, he started drawing again, but gradually became confused by the words of the grade leader.

Painting is painting, it is a very simple thing, close to instinct, completely depends on the nature of the person, and it has nothing to do with where the person is or what he is doing.

Even if he now spends at least eight hours a day buried in a job that he is not very good at, even if he doesn't think much of himself, even if this overly prosperous city makes him feel humble in his heart from time to time, but it doesn't matter .He picked up the drawing paper, and countless pleasant and colorful pictures spewed out.

He often draws until late at night, falling sleepily on the bed, and the moment he turns off the light, he will be very soberly thinking that his life may be very struggling, and too much time is invested in barren materials, leaving it to the painter, There is never enough.And these paintings, even if all the painstaking effort has been invested, it is very likely that they will not bring him any real benefits.He may not even receive the kind of compliments that would satisfy him.

This will be his whole life.

The author has something to say:

Ah, quick reconciliation.Welcome to pouring water and patting bricks to show cuteness and flirt~ Childlike and old people are not deceiving~