A box of light gray blue

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, Xu Wei rubbed his sore shoulders, and sat back in his seat.

Fu Zhongzhou hasn't come back yet.Xie Yan's face appeared in Xu Wei's mind again, and he couldn't help but think of the two people arguing.Could that unlucky guy be holding her and crying?

Thinking of this, Xu Wei also faintly became curious.He had to admit that after meeting Fu Zhongzhou, his heart for gossip became heavier.

He put down the drawing board, sat up quietly and planned to sneak out.

Peng Peng sat at the door and grabbed his arm.

"What are you going to do?" he asked softly.

"Toilet, don't follow." Xu Wei pulled his hand away, stooped and slipped out.

The corridor presents a 7-shape, and the classroom of their class is farthest from the bathroom.Xu Wei walked all the way to the end of the corridor, and the studios he passed were obviously full of people, but there was only the sound of "rustling" painting.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure.The art test is like crossing a single-plank bridge, and these thousands of troops train day and night like this, painting with their lives, and honing their abilities with time.

After walking all the way and seeing no one he was looking for, Xu Wei quickly walked into the bathroom to fill in some water.

When he came out of the bathroom, he heard voices faintly.

Xu Wei turned off the tap and stood by the sink to listen quietly.

"I think I've made my point clear."

A familiar female voice came from the utility room opposite, accompanied by an empty echo.The last time Xu Wei threatened Fu Zhongzhou with a video was also in this place.

"I know, Xie Yan." Fu Zhongzhou's voice sounded, his tone was very calm, so calm that he was a little downcast, "So I happily agreed to break up."

"Then why do you still have to fill in Z University?"

"That's my business."

"you……"

Xie Yan, this name matched the syllables that Fu Zhongzhou uttered when he was drunk.Xu Wei poked out half of his head quietly, and saw two people confronting each other behind the disorderly piled tables and chairs.

Xie Yan still had a cold face, with a cigarette in her fingers. "Fu Zhongzhou, we are no longer the same people, even if we fall in love again, there will be no result."

"But we started out the same."

"At first? But I've grown up," Xie Yan tapped Fu Zhongzhou, "You too."

Xu Wei couldn't see Fu Zhongzhou's face, but he felt that he must be very sad now.

"You don't come to Z University with such a good Qing Meimei, is it worth it?"

Fu Zhongzhou stopped talking.

In the empty utility room, there was only the sound of water dripping into the sink.

After a while, Xu Wei heard Fu Zhongzhou muffled.

"I know. I just can't bear it."

Xu Wei couldn't bear to listen to the next words.He returned to the studio to continue sketching, but he felt pain in his heart.

He has also experienced this kind of pain of right and wrong.

The little brother whom he kissed inexplicably when he was very young, later became his junior high school classmate.

The younger brother is as cute as he was when he grew up. Although his skin is tanned, he will show two canine teeth when he smiles, and his expression is still innocent.

Xu Wei liked him very much, and thought about confessing to him.

But one day, a girl's comic book fell out of the schoolbag in the class.On the cover, two beautiful boys are kissing, and the overly fancy font looks very conspicuous.

The younger brother happened to pass by, so he picked it up and took a look.

Xu Wei was sitting next to him.He remembered very clearly that the younger brother frowned, and then dismissively threw the comic book into the girl's drawer.He left a sentence lightly:

"Fucky comic books? That's disgusting."

After that, Xu Wei never thought about liking anyone again.He and his younger brother have also become estranged, even if the younger brother still leans up to him, grabs him by the shoulder and asks, "Brother Yun, where are we going to play after school today", he will just smile and take his hand away silently.

It was also from then on that Xu Wei began to dislike physical contact, and anyone who came into physical contact with him.

Later, the younger brother was admitted to another school.Seeing him again, he has become as mediocre as other high school students, and Xu Wei will no longer feel happy because of his smile.The pain of growing up is that people who were originally walking together grow in two completely different directions, and eventually become people in two worlds.

Fu Zhongzhou came back not long after.Xu Wei couldn't help but look at him, but saw that he was no different from usual, still smiling gently, looking at the sketches of the students and talking and laughing with them.

Some people gossip about whether the girl just now is his girlfriend, and some people say that the young lady is pretty and want a WeChat account.

These all poked him sorely, but he answered them all with a smile, as if they were talking about just a simple friend of his.

Xu Wei lost the interest in gossip, and continued to draw with his earphones on.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Fu Zhongzhou still planned to leave school on time and give marks to each student's practice.Xu Wei's paper was the highest score, 94 points, and when it was handed out, it attracted a group of people to watch.

Only he knew that Assistant Professor Fu deliberately scored high to encourage them.

Before the end of get out of class, Fu Zhongzhou concluded: "Tomorrow morning, your sketch teacher and sketch teacher should be back. In the future, except for two laps in the classroom, other tasks have nothing to do with me. But I will still be with you around."

Not knowing if it was intentional, Xu Wei felt that he had glanced at him.

"The days to come won't be as easy as in my hands." He smiled slightly at the black-faced students, "But I hope everyone can persevere, and let's work hard together."

"Great!"

Peng Peng applauded the venue very much, applauding and shouting: "Senior, I love you!"

The crowd burst into laughter and applauded along with him.

Amidst the laughter of everyone, the adaptation period in June came to an end.

Tomorrow is Sunday, there is no class, this group of gods who are usually overwhelmed by sketching homework fell asleep one after another.

Xu Wei was lying on the bed, scrolling through Weibo aimlessly.In addition to following Mrs. Xiaochuan on his Weibo, he also follows many openly gay comrades.Some have already found a partner, some are still living alone, and some hang around among various men, struggling to find a lover who can fill their hearts.

He envied their lives and envied them for being brave enough to come out.But he didn't have the guts. Whenever he was persuaded by his mother or wanted to confess his sexual orientation to others, the phrase "really disgusting" turned into a fishbone and stuck in his dry throat.

Just as he sighed, Mrs. Boat updated.

Xu Wei quickly clicked in, but did not see the work, only a line of words:

[Small Boat: The sapling that grew up with me is dead, should I plant another one and let it carry me to pick the moon? 】

There are already many comments below.Some are praising Mrs. Xiaochuan for being good at writing, some are concerned about whether Mrs. Xiaochuan has a problem in real life, and some are urging updates.

Some people have even posted related Weibo, saying that the boat has not been updated for more than a month, something must have happened.The mental health of many painters has always been poor. If something is too serious to solve, it may have even worse results.

There was also Heizi jumping, condescendingly taking out the painting of the boat for analysis, comparing with the recent pictures, saying that the boat was exhausted of inspiration and could not create good works.Although Xiao Chuan is not a leader in circles, there is never a shortage of people who are jealous of her.

Xu Wei did not believe these remarks.He knows what kind of person Mrs. Xiaochuan is. Over the past few years, he has seen all the progress and bottlenecks of Xiaochuan. In comparison, those sunspots only know the tip of the iceberg.

His Mrs. Boat will never run out of inspiration, because what supports her is an extremely powerful basic skill and a delicate understanding of life.

Only with Mrs. Xiaochuan, he will restrain his usual carelessness and carefully offer his sincere love.

He hid under the quilt, quietly typed a line, and clicked to reply.

[Wild Crane: If you like the moon, go pick it. 】