White collar guy from a working-class background

Gai Zhihui moved his eyes to the newspaper, and stole a glance at Fu Shuai who was opposite him.

This small snack is delicious, and a bag of 20 yuan pistachios can be knocked out in a few clicks.Gai Zhihui felt distressed, if he knew this was the one who came, how could he spend such unjust money!

Throwing down the newspaper, Gai Zhihui grabbed the last bag of hawthorn slices in his hand, and stuffed a few slices into his mouth viciously.

Fu Shuai raised one corner of his mouth: "What? Don't you feel sullen?"

You know, from the moment he came in, Gai Zhihui started to compete. The big old man pouted and didn't say a word, just flipping through the newspaper with bitterness and hatred.

Comrade Fu didn't say a word, and after putting away his luggage, he began to sweep the table.

Sure enough, Ge Zhihui couldn't hold back anymore.

"It's only natural for me to eat what I bought myself!" After speaking, he chewed the hawthorn slices bitterly.

Fu Shuai looked at him with a smile.

Anyone who can become an artist must have a unique taste, and not following the trend is one of the necessary qualities.

Fu Shuai upheld this point when he was young.

When I was in kindergarten, other little boys liked pistols, cars.

The hobby of Xiaoshuai is to add a beard to the cover girl in the magazine or add clothes to the bikini or something.

In high school, everyone started to compete to wear famous brands.Whoever wears a piece of "Jack Jones" is simply wild and tasteful enough, and it will definitely arouse girls to scream.

But Xiao Fu's hobby is to get a gray cloth padded jacket from a labor camp, paint a few abstract paintings on it, and then ride a red women's bicycle and sing "Socialism is good" on the playground.

At that time, even though the girls didn't know what performance art was, they still thought Fu Shuai was cute and silly.For a while, she became an unparalleled campus lover.

Can Fu Shuai like this be an ordinary person?

Gai Zhihui only remembered the mop head who peeped at him in the military academy, but in fact, he had already been missed by thieves earlier.

At that time, Fu Shuai wanted to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, so during the summer vacation, he secretly enrolled in an intensive art class behind his father's back.The art teacher at that time emphasized the harmony and unity of art and nature, and took all the staff on a six-hour train ride to the upper reaches of the Hun River to collect wind.

Among the green mountains and white waters, Fu Shuai chose a schedule and set up a drawing board.After a few words, there was a sound of screaming next to my ear.

I saw a boy who almost looked like a high school student riding a [-]th, speeding down the hillside. The brakes of the car probably failed, and finally the wheels hit a big rock. The arc plunged into the rushing river.

Fu Shuai didn't move, and gloated at the trapeze show on the river bank.Although the river was fast, it was not deep, but the river bed was full of uneven stones, so when the boy came out of the water, his face was covered in blood.

That child was good enough, he was not in a hurry to check his wounds, but hurriedly took off his clothes and held them up to the sun to check for any damage.

It wasn't an expensive piece of clothing, although it wasn't very close, but the poor design and the inexplicable English spelling printed on the chest were enough to show that it was a cheap piece of clothing.

Fu Shuai's mouth almost reached his ears.When the boy found that the clothes were intact, a gratified smile appeared on his face, which looked particularly abrupt with the blood stains on his face.

Fu Shuai's artistic nerve, which is different from ordinary people, began to epilepsy.He suddenly found that the boy's naked upper body was covered with strong muscles, and after being soaked in water, it shone brightly in the sun.And the bloody face and the harmonious and peaceful environment are so abrupt.

nice!

At that time, Fu Shuai had only such a thought.He secretly picked up the camera next to him and quickly pressed the shutter.

The boy left after washing his face. Fu Shuai looked at his limping back and thought about it for a long time.

And Fu Shuai's style collection assignment this time is also different. Others submitted landscape paintings, but he was the only one who submitted portraits - a strong boy standing on a dry river bed surrounded by groups of people. Crow, there was a bloody gash in the boy's chest, but he was holding a bleeding heart in his hand and smiling.

This weird painting style almost made the teacher's nose crooked.The teacher's comment at the time was: the fare money is wasted, you should go to the crematorium on the outskirts of the city to gather folk songs!

In fact, Fu Shuai didn't particularly remember this silly country speeder at the time.It's just that when I occasionally open my photo album, I look at the photos for a little aftertaste.

But when the college entrance examination was over, he was reluctantly forced into the military academy by the old man at home, and he found Gai Zhihui inadvertently.The boy in my memory became clear all of a sudden.

Later, he secretly looked through the files of Gai Zhihui, and he turned out to be from Qingyuan County in the upper reaches of the Hun River.This further proves that he did not admit the wrong person.

Of course, Fu Shuai couldn't let go of those who could stimulate his creativity, and started creating with the drawing book.

But he never expected that the model would also resist, especially when Gai Zhihui slapped his face with the case of the painting, which was a serious blasphemy against art.

At that time, Fu Shuai had only one thought in his mind: Boy, you are finished!

It's a pity that his almighty father transferred him to Central Astronautics University through his relationship.Fu Shuai packed up his bed and left without being able to carry out the vicious thoughts in his belly.

No one knew how excited he was when he accidentally found the name "Gai Zhihui" in the dormitory registration handbook after he came to this division!

What is the art of torture?It lies in slow work and meticulous work.Fu Shuai is not in a hurry this time, we have plenty of time!

He slowly put away the weird smile on his face, and suddenly stood up and sat beside Gai Zhihui.Xiao Gai was unprepared, choked on the snack in his mouth, and almost coughed up tears.

"You look so pretty when you eat!" As he spoke, he wiped away the residue from the corners of Gai Zhihui's mouth with his fingers.

Xiao Gai was caught off guard!

What path did this Fu Shuai take?As soon as he came from a wealthy family, he had a bright future in the military, so what did he have to do with being poor!

Even when I was in the military academy, I accidentally hurt an artistically sensitive heart, then I have been retribution and confessed so many times, why are you so stubborn!

"I said, Fu Shuai, we are now colleagues after all. Even if you have any special hobbies, you can't eat the grass beside the nest! When the hole is bald, what will you do when the sun is shining?"

Don't think that all the children from the countryside have clumsy mouths and clumsy cheeks. Xiao Gai usually has an honest appearance. As long as his personal interests are touched, his mouth will be poisoned as if his mouth has been soaked in arsenic water!

But Fu Shuai seemed to often rinse his mouth with poison: "Who made you look so seductive!" After speaking, he kissed him.

Gai Zhihui's brain exploded with a "boom".Although he had spotted early on that this person surnamed Fu was not a good bird, he didn't want to slap his mouth so repeatedly.He wanted to break free, but he was afraid that Fu Shuai would punch him again like last time, and he was in a dilemma for a while.

Fu Shuai looked like a veteran in love, with a flexible and tricky tongue, he immediately caught Gai Zhihui's tongue and sucked it vigorously.The man's breath lingered between Xiao Gai's lips and teeth, choking people almost to suffocation.