After picking up the baby, my father and I became rivals

A few days later, Song Wenzhi hoped to draw a poster with the other two presidents and display it downstairs of the association, on the grounds of promoting the ABO Association and reflecting the harmonious coexistence of the three genders of D masters and students.

It wasn't a big deal in the first place, and Director Fu didn't take it seriously, and approved it without reporting it.

However, due to this additional application, tools such as paint boards need to be purchased by individuals, and the association is not responsible for the convenience.

To put it bluntly, there is no funding.

"That's right." Song Wenzhi asked Li Ping after applying for permission: "Is President Beta really not coming?"

Li Ping looked at the campus forum, and said meaningfully: "I found something for the president to do, and I probably don't have time to draw any posters."

At this moment, President Beta swept away the application forms on the entire table with a groan, and then, due to inertia, he fell to the ground with a bang and his chair, and his butt almost broke into a shattered fracture.

He looked at the mobile phone screen, the campus forum "The Beautiful Boy Admired by Thousands of People" released the Beta Association's enrollment expansion notice, and cursed on the spot.

"Who told him that I want to recruit new ones!! How can I withdraw these more than 1000 applications for new recruits!!"

After hearing this, Song Wenzhi stuck out his tongue and said, "President Beta is busy now..."

President Beta has no opinions on things, and has always maintained a neutral and conservative attitude.

I always heard other people gossip that Li Ping is a fool without a good brain, so I returned his membership application form three times.Otherwise, relying on Li Ping's superb computer technology, otherwise, how could he be directly passed.

When it comes to painting posters, that’s what you say and do.

Zhang originally planned to buy new wooden drawing boards, paints and other tools, but Song Wenzhi said it was a waste.

He felt that these were one-time consumables, and the price was not low, so he thought he could save as much as he could.

However, what Zhang Yu said didn't count, and after Song Wenzhi knew the real price of the limited-edition mountain bike, Zhang Yu had no say in money expenditure.

The kind of poverty that has to be reported even to buy a bottle of mineral water.

Several people discussed and finally freed up a day. They found a place at the end of the corridor where no one came. There was only one deserted classroom, which was piled up with dust and debris.

And far away from classrooms and offices, even if you play disco here, you may not be able to hear it.

Zhang Yu went outside to buy materials, mainly large boards for painting, and some supplies that can only be purchased, and they will be delivered in a while.

"President Song, do you think these are all right?" Yang Le pushed a small storage box with a small trolley, and opened it to store a lot of used and unused paints of various colors.

"There are so many, I'm sorry to trouble you, Yang Le."

Song Wenzhi squatted in the storage box, picking and picking. The paint inside was full of solidified and slag paint debris. He took a quick look, and the paint was probably enough.

"There are still some brushes here, which are not used by them in the studio, and the models may not be complete."

Both Yang Le and Xiao Curly are students of the art department, so Song Wenzhi asked them to get some paints and painting utensils.

These are some second-hand goods that the students don't use, and they still take up space in the classroom, so Yang Le brought them all.

"As long as it works." Song Wenzhi took the paintbrush, which was also old and dirty.

Art students are like this, they use like clay for paint, they don’t want to come out clean after staying in the studio for an afternoon, and they will be scolded by the dormitory uncle for trash when they go back to the dormitory.

"By the way." Song Wenzhi saw that Yang Le was the only one coming: "What is Xiao Juan doing recently? Why can't I see him?"

"He's going to participate in the comic exhibition recently, cosplay and performance, rehearsal." Yang Le said.

Xiao Curly is a cosplayer, loves to play and play, always likes to spend his mind on clothes and face, and also likes to dress up as a woman.

"Oh..." Song Wenzhi nodded his head half-understood. He didn't know much about these things, and he didn't know anything about those things on the Internet.

Apart from going to school and association affairs, Song Wenzhi is not very interested in popular things on the Internet, just like an old man.

But after all, he has a husband and a son, so he can't spend so much energy, isn't it...

Song Wenzhi wanted to clean up the paint, but when he heard the VX bell ring, he patted the scraps on his hands and stood up.

He took out his phone and saw that it was Shang Yang.

Since the day of the party, Shang Yang's attitude towards Song Wenzhi has become more attentive. Although he will not come to the Omega Association to look for him when he has nothing to do, he often sends him messages on vx.

They were all very everyday greetings, but Song Wenzhi only replied a few words each time, or fortunately did not reply, because Shang Yang really treated him differently than usual.

As for what it was, Song Wenzhi couldn't tell, it was weird anyway.

He didn't pay much attention to Shang Yang for several weeks, but this time he called suddenly, Song Wenzhi still answered after deliberation.

"Hello senior." Shang Yang seemed very happy because Song Wenzhi answered the phone, even the tone of his speech was full of joy.

"What's the matter?" Song Wenzhi walked to the corner and put one hand in his pocket.

"It's okay, I just heard that the presidents of the three associations are going to draw posters together, and I want to help you."

Song Wenzhi still wanted to say why you came to help me because you are from the Alpha Association, but suddenly remembered that the president was his target, so he swallowed the words back.

"No need, I asked a friend from the art department to help..." Song Wenzhi hesitated and said, "You are not interested in painting, you..."

Shang Yang did not forget what he said to Song Wenzhi that night when he was drunk, his gloomy life experience; and his unrequited love for painting.

Why did you suddenly bring it up today?

Shang Yang did not answer Song Wenzhi's question, but instead asked him: "Senior, are you drawing posters now?"

"Yes..." Yang Le who was not far away asked Song Wenzhi if he should move these paints to the abandoned classroom. Song Wenzhi thought for a while and nodded to him.

Attention is momentarily taken away from the phone.

"Where are you now?" Shang Yang asked.

"Which abandoned classroom on the fourth floor of the old school building." Song Wenzhi blurted out, regretting after speaking.

"Okay, then I'll go find you." Shang Yang said so bluntly that Song Wenzhi couldn't refuse, and immediately hung up the phone.

Song Wenzhi looked at the hung up interface and his head grew big. Zhang and Yu will be back in a while. It would not be fun if two people ran into each other.

I can only pray that Zhang Yu will be stuck in traffic on the road.

Fortunately, Shang Yang came after a while, waved to Song Wenzhi at the end of the corridor, and walked straight over with long legs.

D University covers a large area, with row upon row of teaching and accommodation buildings, as well as large and small parks, canteens and supermarkets.

In short, under normal circumstances, except for a few frequented places in daily life, students of University D may get lost in school.

Even Song Wenzhi, who has been studying for more than a year, is not clear about many things, let alone Shang Yang, a freshman.

But he was able to find this place so accurately and quickly, not because he asked Song Wenzhi's address, but because this old school building is very famous.

To be precise, this abandoned classroom on the fourth floor of the old school building is... haunted.

Why have you seen a woman in white with long hair fluttering, and you will hear weird calls in the evening.

But these are all old-fashioned rumors, all kinds of anecdotes want to snowball in people's mouths, and they have long since become various.

And for most atheists, the abandoned classrooms in the old school building are just a ghost story after dinner, and they don't feel scared.

Song Wenzhi also thought so.

"Aren't things ready yet?" Shang Yang seemed to be really rushing to help, and asked Song Wenzhi directly when he saw the empty aisle behind him.

"I asked Yang Le for the paintbrush. The others are still being prepared." Song Wenzhi pointed to Yang Le who came out of the abandoned classroom, and Monk Shang Yang gave a brief introduction.

Yang Le was surprised by Shang Yang's sudden arrival, after all he claimed to be Song Wenzhi's boyfriend.The round and energetic monocular eyes turned slightly around the two of them twice.

He seemed to have thought of something, so he said he would go in and clean up.I don't know if it's really confiscated, or I want to leave space for them.

He and Shang Yang were the only two left in the old corridor, Song Wenzhi was a little embarrassed.

Shang Yang's pair of star pupils looked like torches, and every time Song Wenzhi looked at him, he looked away because he felt very uncomfortable.

"Is there really no need for help?" Shang Yang asked.

"No, no, no need to bother you." Song Wenzhi quickly refused.

After speaking, the atmosphere fell into silence for a while, Song Wenzhi wanted to distance himself from Shang Yang, but thinking that Shang Yang had helped him a lot, he still didn't move after thinking about it.

Probably because he could see Song Wen's persistent resistance, Shang Yang didn't say anything, just looked at the falling leaves outside the window, and said abruptly, "I'm going to leave for a few months."

Song Wenzhi looked at Shang Yang's profile when he heard the words, but it was blurred by the light from the window.

"I want to go to the mountains to paint with some like-minded people, and sort out my emotions by the way. I will probably come back at the end of the term."

"Painting?" This is the second time Shang Yang mentioned this word today, and Song Wenzhi said puzzled.

Shang Yang smiled lightly: "You taught me senior, don't worry, I'm drunk but my mind is clear." He tapped his head with his index finger and blinked one eye lightly: "I remember what you said that night. "

Song Wenzhi was a little embarrassed when he suddenly mentioned something late at the party. He said those words out of emotion, and he didn't remember most of them. He didn't expect Shang Yang to remember them in his heart.

Song Wenzhi didn't know what to say, so he could only ask some friends what they should ask: "Are you leaving soon?"

"Tonight's flight will leave immediately." Shang Yang turned to look at him.

He added: "I want to try to see if I can find the right thing that belongs to me."

"Okay." Song Wenzhi nodded with a calm expression.He didn't know the meaning of Shang Yang's words, so he could only say: "Bon voyage."

Seeing Song Wenzhi's reaction, Shang Yang's eyes flashed a trace of depression, but soon he thought of the autumn leaves falling from the tree, blown off by the wind.

He said to Song Wenzhi very formally: "See you later."

"See you later." Song Wenzhi smiled at him, watched Shang Yang turn down the stairs, and then disappeared.

[The author has something to say: I feel like the bottleneck period, good guy, I am not satisfied with writing like this~(*?_?)ノ⌒*throw it out]