soul painters and sound idiots

On the second day, Li Bi ignored He Lu's concern with dark circles under his eyes. After washing up alone, he went to the art room alone with painting tools.

She left in a hurry, so she didn't notice that the elementary school girl behind her was looking at her with a complicated expression, like regret and planning something.

On the way to the art room, you have to pass through the stadium. In the northeast of the stadium, there is a large auditorium with a round roof. It is usually used for meetings and can accommodate nearly a thousand people.When Li Bi passed by, he glanced into the open door. Two boys were pulling up a banner in front of the stage, to the effect that they were writing about the XX Art Academy's multi-school joint large-scale music exchange meeting.

The name is bluffing.

The game should not have started yet.She thought, and she didn't know if the competition was over after she finished painting.

Last year, she had no interest in this kind of competition. She just heard a few words from others afterwards, and she forgot them within a few days, leaving no impression at all.

Unlike He Lu, who majored in oil painting, Li Wei majored in sketching, and usually listened to other tutors' classes.She doesn't like the uncomfortable feeling of having paint on her hands, and she doesn't bother to clean the tools that get dirty every time she paints.She likes to write one stroke, one piece of paper and one eraser.Sometimes, black and white lines can better show some hidden things.

As she was walking, a familiar voice came suddenly.Li Wei took a look, Wenren Dongzheng and Teacher Qiu were arguing and walking towards her.She took off the Band-Aid on the corner of Wen Rendong's mouth, and it looked as if he was not injured from a distance.I don't know if it's her own strong healing ability, or she put on some makeup.

The road was so small, it was a bit difficult to pretend not to see it, so Li Bi had to bite the bullet and move forward.

It's all He Lu's fault, what are you doing talking to yourself when you have nothing to do.

It's all to blame for Wen Rendong, who doesn't show up sooner or later.

"Qiuqiu," Wen Rendong called out boldly after Qiu Dao's pseudonym was made public, and if her high school teacher heard it, she would definitely say angrily: "No respect!"

"Why don't you let me sing that song? It's such a beautiful song. If you sing it to me, I'll definitely get... a top three!" At first, she wanted to say the champion, but when she caught a glimpse of Li Bi on the opposite side, Wen Ren Dong Xin thought: Don't let Da Chu feel that he is a proud and conceited person!

Of course, Teacher Qiu saw her careful thinking, so he didn't say anything, and said leisurely: "You don't even look at the length of that song. Others can sing it for 5 minutes at most. You are better, come to the song for 8 or [-] minutes at once. Yes, what do you want to do?"

"It sounds good! Not only is it good to hear, but it also has connotations!" Wen Rendong said, and read the English name of the song again.

Director Qiu: "It's 8 minutes."

Wen Rendong: "..."

Now Li Bi understood what they were arguing about, 8 minutes?It's a bit long, but if Wen Rendong sings, she doesn't think it's too long.This idea came very naturally, she subconsciously tickled the messy hair beside her ear.

Wen Rendong took out his mobile phone and swiped for a while, then said confidently: "There are only 8 minutes and 7 seconds!"

"Is there any difference?" Director Qiu asked unceremoniously, he stopped and greeted Li Bi who was about to pass by.Wen Rendong had no choice but to stop together, she seemed still unwilling, and turned her mind on Li Bi.

"Big Touch... Oh no, it's Li Bi. Do you think what I just said makes sense? Well, singing, you can't always sing those unnutritious romances, you have to sing songs with connotations, no matter what."

Li Wei looked at Teacher Qiu with a little embarrassment, "Well, it makes sense."

"That's right, she already said it made sense." This was said to Director Qiu, and Wen Rendong said to Li Wei: "Have you heard of it? TheLastResort" she blurted out completely unintentionally.Who knows, Li Bi suddenly made a "two".

"I haven't heard you sing."

"..." Wen Rendong glanced at her with a delicate atmosphere.

Teacher Qiu was unmoved, and patted her on the shoulder, his voice changed back to the usual tone of teaching. "I know what you mean, but without that song in the world, nothing will be missing, and history will not be changed. If you really want to sing, you shouldn't sing on such an occasion. Besides, you can't sing now The taste of the original singing, don't ruin other people's songs."

Li Bi was stunned when he heard it, there was something in Director Qiu's words, he almost said all the meanings, not straightforward, but also cryptic.

Wen Rendong's lips twitched a few times, "Huh..." she said firmly, with a displeased expression on her face.But anyone who knows her knows that she has acquiesced to this fact.Teacher Qiu looked at her with a smile, his face was round because of his fat, and he had a sense of seeing Maitreya Buddha when he smiled.

"Da Chu, let's go!" Wen Rendong shuddered, and dragged Li Bi away involuntarily, forgetting to change his address.After walking for a while, Li Bi said, "Are you not competing anymore?"

Wen Rendong let her go and slowed down. She put one hand in her trouser pocket and said briskly, "It's okay, my competition will start in the afternoon, not to mention that I'm still the finale."

"Oh, the second to last."

"Da Chuu is really smart." Wen Rendong boasted, "I want to see you painting, let me in?"

Li Bi shook his head, caught a glimpse of her disappointed gaze, and said hastily, "But you can watch it after the game."

"Whoever wants to watch the game, I want to see what you drew."

Wen Rendong's voice was normal, without any intentional ambiguity, but it was different when it came to Li Bi's ears.She quietly blushed her earlobes.

Those who pollute themselves pollute themselves, indeed.

"Writing...the works are signed."

Wen Rendong didn't answer, but looked at her, smiled, and bent slightly while laughing.The wound on the corner of her mouth healed quickly, as long as she didn't open her mouth too much, it didn't hurt.

Li Bi was even more embarrassed, "What are you laughing at?"

"Hmm... I think you misunderstood me." Wen Rendong said with a smile, his big white teeth shook Li Bi's eyes. "You also know that I'm not good at drawing, so I just want to see how you draw. It's the process, not the result."

When Li Bi and Wen Rendong arrived at the studio, there was still no one there, probably because they came early.But it was just right for Wen Rendong, she was not comfortable with a group of people around.

Li Bi found a place at random and sat down. The drawing board in front of her was clean and free of dust, and so was the surrounding area. Someone should have used it recently.There is no writing on the blackboard diagonally opposite, and there is a cabinet full of plaster heads next to the blackboard.There, the students used it to refer to the changes in light and shadow when drawing.

She was still observing the environment, and Wen Rendong couldn't help moving the group of plaster heads with itchy hands.

"Huh? This is David?" She looked left and right, with a look of novelty on her face. Ever since she was dismissed by the art teacher, Wen Rendong had never seen these models so closely. "What about this, Archimedes? This beard..."

Li Wei found it funny that she muttered to herself alone, but she really didn't know that in private, Wen Rendong had such a childlike nature.

"Don't mess around with those models." Li Bi said, at this time she had already fixed the drawing paper and sharpened the pen, and she was short of inspiration.In fact, she wanted to draw the current Wenrendong. She was dressed in black, tall and thin, and the sunlight outside the window cast a layer of golden light on her black hair.

This scene really fits the elementary school girl's imagination, but since the elementary school girl doesn't know the two of them well, her imagination will probably never come true.

"What is Da Chu planning to draw?" Wen Rendong walked over and stood beside her and asked.

Li Bi didn't answer her, instead he said angrily, "Why did you call me crazy again?"

Wen Rendong blinked, "I'm telling the truth, don't be angry."

"What? Tell me, I'm not angry."

"Actually, I think your name is too awkward."

"..."

"Big touch?"

Li Bi sighed in a low voice, and turned to look at her, not angry but sad.Obviously sad, if you want to say what Wen Rendong is most afraid of, it is probably this kind of look, her heart will soften into a puddle of water.

"Actually not, it's just me... I don't really like calling people names." Wen Rendong looked at her sincerely, "Why don't you tell me what nickname you have... Oh forget it, I will definitely call you in the future First name, Li Er, Li Er, Li Er, two~"

Li Bi was amused by her, with a bright smile. "I don't blame you, I also don't think my name sounds good. San'er even complained that my parents chose their names too capriciously."

"That..." Probably because she saw her smile, Wen Rendong made an inch of it. "May I ask you a question? Since your name is Li Bi and the junior is Li San, is there any Li Yi?"

It's no wonder Wen Rendong thinks this way, anyone else would probably think the same way.

Li Bi looked at her steadfastly, with helplessness in his eyes. "Yes, my mother's name is Li Yi, Yi Ren's Yi."

After she finished speaking, the air was silent for a while.Wen Rendong finally couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.At this time, a different bell from the one used on the rooftop rang.Wen Rendong took out his mobile phone while smiling, and picked it up on the spot without avoiding suspicion after looking at it.

But Li Bi was thinking, when did she change the ringtone?Didn't you say you love that song?Could it be that she has a new love, the song at 7 minutes and 23 seconds?What's the name of that song?

Thinking of this, Li Bi felt that he was really boring, so he interrupted the boring thoughts.Glancing at the off-white drawing paper, she raised her hand, briefly sketched a few strokes, and added details. An obvious male head appeared, and the outline of the beard on the chin was vivid.

In fact, that bearded man just now was Marx, no matter, Archimedes is Archimedes.

The corner of Li Bi's mouth slightly raised in thought.