The heartthrob cannon fodder just wants to take the first place in the exam

Bai Ziwei concealed Zong Huai's matter, packed his luggage in advance, and took him home.

On the way, Zong Huai was always well-behaved, it was only when he was visibly depressed and Bai Ziwei repeated a sentence many times that he reluctantly answered.

I have taken medicine and need time to recover.

The journey was long, and Bai Zi leaned slightly on the back of the taxi, gradually unable to open his eyes, and leaned in the direction of Zong Huai in sleepiness.

"I can't stand it anymore, I'll sleep first..."

He rested his head on the familiar shoulder in a daze, and tightened the hand he held with Zong Huai. His consciousness gradually drifted away and went out with the sound of the radio in the taxi.

Zong Huai lowered his head, gently rubbed Bai Ziwei's soft and fluffy hair with his cheek, closed his eyes, and hugged each other intimately.

The intertwined breathing was even and steady, and the two fell asleep leaning on each other, even their hair was entangled with each other.

They went back too late, Bai Ziwei estimated that his parents had already gone to bed, and planned to sleep at Zong Huai's house temporarily.

There was a regular sound of pulling the pulleys from the suitcase, which was clear in the silent late-night corridor, and the two held each other's hands without pulling the suitcase.

When they arrived at the door of Zong Huai's house, there was a beep, and the door next door opened slowly, revealing a dark face with big eyes and big mouth.

"Ah!" Bai Ziwei screamed shortly, almost frightened out of his wits, staggered a few steps back and fell on Zong Huai.

He covered his mouth and panted desperately, watching the "monster" peel off his wrinkled face.

Holding the mask, Mama Bai said blankly, "Wei Zai is going home now? Isn't it the day after tomorrow?"

"...?" Bai Zi leaned slightly on Zong Huai's body, his legs softened from fright, and he felt lingering fear: "Mom, are you trying to scare me to death in the middle of the night?"

Mother Bai laughed loudly: "Who knows that my baby Zai Zai came home, but you two..."

She squinted her eyes scrutinizingly, and smiled a little weirdly, with "I understand all about you young people" written all over her face.

"Come back so early, can't you be unable to hold back, and sneak back to fall in love?"

"Mom, what are you talking about!" Bai Ziwei blushed instantly, and tried to push her home: "If you are still awake, then I will go home and sleep. Is there still hot water? I want to wash—"

"It's gone." Mama Bai said decisively.

Bai Ziwei: "...Huh?"

Bai's mother pushed Bai Ziwei out of the house without hesitation, pretending to be distressed: "Oh, I've washed all Wei Zai's quilts, and you don't have a quilt to cover you at home."

"Go to Xiaozong's house to sleep in these few days, mom will bring you pajamas!"

Mother Bai smiled, and slammed the door shut.

Bai Ziwei:?

After a while, Mother Bai really brought the pajamas and winked at her son.

After hinting frantically, he closed the door coldly again.

Bai Ziwei: "..."

What a real mother.

This is also good, as he can take care of Zong Huai at any time according to the original plan, Bai Zi heaves a sigh of relief.

If he really went home, he wouldn't worry.

As soon as the door of Zong Huai's house was opened, there was a lively meowing sound from the bottom of his feet.

Bai Zi leaned over slightly to pick up the kitten that came out, and kissed its pinkish nose, the kitten narrowed its eyes in satisfaction, and rubbed its cheek affectionately.

Bai Zi raised the cat slightly, and put it close to Zong Huai's face: "Xiaoju, look at your father's stinky face, hurry up and kiss him."

So the kitten meowed, slapped Zong Huai's face mercilessly, and meowed proudly.

Zong Huai: "..."

Bai Ziwei quickly brought the cat back.

Zong Huai regards the kitten as a good baby, but the cat only thinks that it has conquered Twolegs with its strength, and only regards him as a younger brother.

I haven't seen you for a long time, let's get off the ground first.

"Fortunately, I cut his nails before I left..." Bai Zi threw the cat back to the sofa slightly.

The kitten let out a cry of dissatisfaction, jumped up nimbly, and saw Zong Huai walking towards the studio without saying a word, following behind.

It is used to it at home, and it is common to sleep all day.

But as long as there are people at home, they will stick to the toilet, and will sleep next to Zonghuai's pillow at night.

On the way, Bai Ziwei caught him urgently: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, your father is going to paint, let me play with you."

Zong Huai stopped, silently looking at Bai Ziwei and the ungrateful Xiaoju in his arms.

I want him more than cats.

Will it be rejected...

If it's too much trouble, it will annoy him.

After hesitating for a while, Zong Huai still tentatively said, "Wei Wei...can you accompany me?"

Bai Zi was taken aback for a moment, and the little pear dimple was pressed out shallowly.

"Okay."

He has a good relationship with Zong Huai, but Bai Ziwei has never entered Zong Huai's studio. In his impression, Zong Huai didn't even guard him to open the door.

The studio is almost non-existent, and the heavy wooden door has an invisible seal.

Bai Ziwei only thought that Zong Huai was vigilant and resisting, and didn't want to let him approach, so he didn't take the initiative to ask.

But the moment the door opened, Bai Zi was slightly stunned.

The room was covered with gray dust-proof cloth, and it looked empty at first glance, only the concave and convex curves of the cloth showed a little sense of existence.

There is a layer of light gray on the dust cloth, it is estimated that it has not been used for a long time.

It turns out that the studio really doesn't exist...

Zong Huai gently lifted the dustproof cloth, and softly stroked the painting utensils that had not been touched for more than half a year: "I haven't been in for a long time."

"I can see, why didn't you come to paint?" Bai Zi was slightly puzzled, shouldn't Zong Huai love it very much?

Zong Huai is extremely talented in all arts, and he is proficient in any art. Only painting has consciously persisted.

And... In the original book, he also ate this bowl of rice.

"I don't need it during this time," Zong Huai said.

Bai Ziwei couldn't understand anymore.

Zong Huai didn't explain any more, and the two quietly tidied up the studio to its original appearance. The paints of all colors had dried up on the floor, and there was still an unfinished painting on the canvas.

It's a half-painted bird and man, and the pen is finished hastily.

After Zong Huai adjusted the new paint, he directly took the semi-finished product, made random drafts of shape and light and shadow with a pencil, and dipped it in the paint to apply it.

Bai Zi sat beside him with his cheeks slightly propped up, watching quietly.

He has an average artistic ability and doesn't have any elegant pursuits, so he can't understand what Zong Huai is painting.

But it doesn't matter, Bai Ziwei knows that Zong Huai didn't ask him to blow rainbow farts, he just wants someone to accompany him.

"Don't you like drawing very much? Why don't you suddenly stop drawing?" Bai Ziwei couldn't hold back his curiosity.

Zong Huai paused at the tip of his pen: "I don't like it."

"When painting, you will be very focused." The scraper didn't stop, and large pieces of paint were spread out. Zong Huai focused on the canvas: "It's suitable for calming down."

Bai Ziwei nodded with a half understanding.

Maybe it has the same effect as playing unfamiliar music in the shower?Maybe he can vent his emotions, Zong Huai seemed to be in a much more stable mood, neither angry nor depressed.

Bai Zi slightly propped his cheeks and smiled.

So obedient and quiet, serious and handsome.

Zong Huai painted a portrait, Bai Zi stared at it for a long time, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

... This person is a little familiar.

It seems to be himself!

Bai Ziwei woke up suddenly, walked closer and looked at it for a long time, pointing at himself falteringly: "This, this, it can't be..."

Zong Huai nodded lightly.

"Ah..." Bai Zi blushed slightly.

He scratched his cheek embarrassingly, wanting to smudge the color of the canvas, but hesitating would make Zong Huai unhappy, and he was at a loss for a while.

"Wei Wei." Zong Huai suddenly called him in a low voice, his voice hoarse.

"Ok?"

Just as Bai Ziwei was about to turn his head, he was suddenly pulled away, staggering and sitting on Zong Huai's lap.

The back of the neck was immediately held by a generous palm, Baizi was forced to bow his head slightly dizzy, his soft and hot lips met and entangled, and his teeth knocked lightly in confusion and impatience.

The spatula clattered to the ground, but no one cared.

Zong Huai's fingertips smeared the paint on the back of Bai Ziwei's neck, rubbing it against the sticky paint, Bai Ziwei's skin couldn't help trembling, and he couldn't stop rubbing against Zong Huai's body.

"slight……"

Bai Ziwei's head was dizzy, and he vaguely heard Zong Huai's vague voice, repeating his name in a low voice, stubborn and serious, constantly confirming Bai Ziwei's existence.

In a daze, he seemed to have touched Zong Huai's restlessness and agitation. He had no sense of security and was extremely afraid of losing.

Bai Ziwei hugged him tightly, and gave a serious "um".

"I'm here……"

Bai Ziwei sought the consent of the parents of both parties, and took Zong Huai to find the former psychotherapist, and stayed with Zong Huai throughout the summer vacation.

In addition to supervising his medication and treatment, he also accompanied him to art tutoring classes, prepared for art exams, and distracted Zong Huai.

The art college entrance examination has its own set of assessment standards. Those like Zong Huai who go beyond the basics and directly learn genre painting will suffer a lot in the examination.

He can only learn from scratch with a specially hired tutor.

Fortunately, Zong Huai was talented and learned very quickly.

"Let's do this in the morning. You need to rest well and don't need extra practice." The tutor said goodbye with a smile.

The tutor is an elegant and beautiful middle-aged female teacher who resigned because she was pregnant at the time, and now she specializes in tutoring students for the college entrance examination and art exam. She has a strict and gentle personality.

Bai Ziwei quickly put down the English test paper and politely sent the teacher out.

When I got home, I took Zong Huai to make lunch together.

Although in the stage of strict healing, in normal times, the relationship between the two has not changed much.

Continue to use where it should be called.When Bai Ziwei cooks, he always takes Zong Huai to help him. After dinner, he nestles on Zong Huai's body to watch TV, and uses him as a nap pillow every day.

In short, I don't want Zong Huai to feel that he is a patient.

"That's right." After dinner, Bai Ziwei was about to lean into Zong Huai's arms when he suddenly remembered something.

He got up and poked Zong Huai who was sitting next to him.

"I have something to ask of you." Bai Zi slightly bent his eyes and smiled.

Zong Huai looked at him quietly and turned down the volume of the TV.

Baizi lowered his head slightly and unbuttoned his shirt. In Zong Huai's slowly dilated pupils, the jacket was half-removed, half-covered and hung in the crook of his arm, revealing everything that should have been leaked or not.

The smooth and soft milk skin undulates slightly with the breath, and the range is not large enough to seduce people's hearts.

Zong Huai couldn't help breathing hard, and looked away in embarrassment, not daring to look at him: "Wei Wei, you are still young, get dressed first..."

"..." Bai Zi blinked slightly, thinking that when Zong Huai usually wears a pair of trousers, why doesn't he say "put them on well"?

He turned his back to Zong Huai.

The shirt fell silently, and the beautiful butterfly bone protruded like a broken wing root, showing a special beauty of fragility and fragility.

"I also want to get a tattoo, just like you." Bai Zi tilted his head slightly and smiled at him, with thin warm smile lines in the corners of his eyes: "I will stamp it for you, so that I won't worry about gains and losses every day."