Raised by bigots, I ran away

Yan Yang's birthday is in September.

One day, Su Nanchuan accidentally saw Yan Yangyang's student handbook, which had Yan Yangyang's date of birth on it.

Su Nanchuan has never celebrated birthdays for others, nor has he given birthday gifts. In the past, when he celebrated his birthday in the village, his grandmother would go to the only small shop at the entrance of the village to buy him palm-sized cakes in plastic paper boxes, and then give them to him. Next bowl of longevity noodles.

As soon as the cake is eaten and the longevity noodles are eaten, the birthday is considered to be over, and children in the village basically celebrate their birthdays like this.

People in the city are more particular. They want to eat together, eat cakes, and give gifts.

Since Su Nanchuan already lives in the city, he has to follow the rules of the city. He wants to celebrate his brother's birthday and wants to give him a gift. He asked Yan Yang what he likes before, but he didn't ask anything. Now After being reminded by Zhao Huihui, Su Nanchuan suddenly thought that he could give Yan Qinyang a painting.

A painting drawn by myself.

Su Nanchuan painted as he said, and started to conceive after finishing his homework in the past few days.

Su Nanchuan has never studied painting, and usually only relies on some painting foundations taught by the art teacher in class, but he is born to love research and pondering, especially this is the first birthday gift to be given in his life, and it is the best for him. The love of my beloved brother should be taken seriously.

Therefore, I typed the draft over and over again, and it took almost a week to finish drawing the draft that I was satisfied with.All that's left is to paint.

But Su Nanchuan didn't have crayons or paints, so he planned to borrow Zhao Huihui's crayons when he went to school.

The last class in the afternoon was an art class. On the podium, Teacher Li talked about sketching in a soft voice. The class was still chaotic. When Teacher Li finally let everyone create freely, Su Nanchuan carefully patted Zhao Huihui on the shoulder in front of him.

"Student Zhao Huihui."

Zhao Huihui turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Nanchuan: "Can you lend me a colored pen?"

Zhao Huihui: "Of course."

Zhao Huihui handed the colored pen to Su Nanchuan, and she didn't turn back when she was done, watching Su Nanchuan curiously take out a painting.

Zhao Huihui: "What are you painting?"

Su Nanchuan hesitated for a moment, and turned the painting over for Zhao Huihui to look at. He was a little embarrassed: "I want to give my brother a painting, you, what do you think of my painting?"

Zhao Huihui's beautiful almond eyes widened immediately: "Wow! It's so beautiful! Did you draw you and your brother?"

Su Nanchuan nodded shyly: "It's me and my brother."

Zhao Huihui: "The painting is really good, what are you two doing?"

Su Nanchuan: "Look at the stars in my yard."

Zhao Huihui: "Wow! Your brother also watched the stars with you? Your brother is so nice and handsome..."

Su Nanchuan pursed his lips. In fact, Yan Yang didn't accompany him to see the stars. Yan Yang would not do this kind of thing. Yan Yang only thought it was stupid to look at the stars. Su Nanchuan had to do stupid things by himself. , Yan Yang would not do it.

Su Nanchuan: "My brother is very handsome, but I can't draw well."

I can't draw one-tenth of Yan Yangyang's handsomeness.

Zhao Huihui comforted: "It's already very good, and you haven't learned how to draw, so it's pretty good to be able to draw like this. Didn't Teacher Li praise you last time, you..."

At this time, a soft voice suddenly came in: "Su Nanchuan's painting? Show me."

Su Nanchuan and Zhao Huihui were startled at the same time, they looked over at the same time, and saw Teacher Li standing next to them at some point.

Teacher Li was wearing his usual white shirt, black suit pants, and black glasses framed on the bridge of his nose. His voice was completely different when he spoke off the podium and on the podium.On the stage, it was soft and gentle, but off the stage, his voice seemed to be an octave lower, as if it was forced out of something, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Huihui showed the painting to Teacher Li very actively, and said, "Mr. Li, take a look, this is drawn by Su Nanchuan."

Teacher Li took the painting from Zhao Huihui. He was holding a thermos cup in one hand, and there was still steam in the thermos cup. Su Nanchuan looked at him nervously, for fear that he would overturn the water and wet his painting.

Teacher Li looked at it for a while, then returned the painting to Su Nanchuan.

Su Nanchuan looked at him nervously and expectantly. He actually wanted to hear what Teacher Li had to say.

Teacher Li: "The painting is good, the lines have improved, but it will look better if you change this painting to oil painting."

As Teacher Li said, he pinched Su Nanchuan's drawing paper: "Paper is not good either. Use watercolor paper and paint with markers. It will look better."

Su Nanchuan lowered his head in frustration. He didn't have any of these things. His paintings were drawn on a piece of A4 paper. He bought this A4 paper for 5 cents at the copy shop in front of the school.

Teacher Li sighed softly, as if he couldn't bear to see the student's disappointed expression: "Are you going to give this painting away?"

Teacher Li saw the words "Happy Birthday to Brother!" written on the bottom right of the drawing paper.

Su Nanchuan nodded.

Teacher Li: "Should I take it out and frame it after the painting is finished?"

Su Nanchuan nodded again.

Teacher Li: "Well, you come to the office with me after school. I have watercolor paper and paints, and some unused frames for you to use."

Su Nanchuan was stunned for a moment. Teacher Li meant that he could use better materials?

Su Nanchuan: "Yes, is it possible?"

Teacher Li: "What's wrong, the teacher has a lot of drawing paper for you to use."

Su Nanchuan: "Thank you, Teacher Li."

Children are born with a sense of admiration and trust towards their teachers, especially if this teacher is willing to help him in this way. Su Nanchuan was very excited and grateful. In an instant, he felt that his inexplicable discomfort with Teacher Li disappeared.

The bell rang for the end of the last class. Su Nanchuan quickly packed his schoolbag and followed Teacher Li out of the classroom.

The art office is in a small two-story building behind the administrative building. Su Nanchuan has never been to this small building before. I heard from Zhao Huihui that the offices of the school's music, physical education, calligraphy and other sub-teachers are all here. , In addition, there are studios, dance studios, and music classrooms here.

They came out of the teaching building and walked for about 5 minutes to the small building. Teacher Li opened the door of an office on the first floor and Su Nanchuan walked in.

This is a large studio, with several easels standing in the center of the studio. On the easels are unfinished sketches, more than half-painted oil paintings, and a few ink paintings.

There is a big table next to the wall of the studio. The table is messy, and various drawing papers, brushes, and paints are placed on it.

There are also several sculptures, several fruit models, and a skull in the studio.

Seeing the skull, Su Nanchuan retreated instinctively in fright. At this moment, a hand gently touched his back.

In September, Shenqing City is still in summer.

Su Nanchuan immediately felt the cold hand sticking to his back through the thin summer school uniform.

"Don't be afraid, fake."

It was another octave lower, soft sound, as if it was squeezed out of something, and a fragrant and greasy breath rushed over, and Su Nanchuan only felt a layer of trembling all over his body.

Only then did he realize that the studio was a bit dark, the doors and windows were all closed, and the curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the big sun outside.

All kinds of smells in the room mixed together, making him a little out of breath.

Su Nanchuan suddenly wanted to leave here, but just as he was about to speak, the cold hand suddenly went all the way up and pressed his shoulder.

The uncomfortable voice sounded again: "Su Nanchuan, do you want to learn painting? Teacher will teach you."

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Yan Yangyang skipped class again this afternoon.

He went out to do some errands, and when the errands were finished, he looked at the time, and it was too late to go back to class, so he simply took the bus and got off at Sanxiao.

Uncle Cheng was guarding the school gate again this time, Yan Wenyang didn't want to be caught by the old man again, so he went around half a circle, found a relatively low wall, and entered the third primary school.

The third elementary school had already rang the bell for the end of class, and Yan Tanyang walked slowly towards the teaching building where Su Nanchuan was. When he got to the teaching building, he happened to meet Zhao Huihui who was carrying a schoolbag.

This time, Yan Qingyang recognized Zhao Huihui as the squad leader that Su Nanchuan was talking about. This girl seemed to have a good relationship with Su Nanchuan, and even ran for him a few times.

Yan Qinyang leaned against the railing on the side of the stairs, and wanted to order others around again.

"Hey, classmate."

Zhao Huihui stopped immediately, looking at Yan Yang with a cautious and nervous expression.

Yan Yang: "Has Su Nanchuan left?"

It's not that Yan Yangyang comes to pick up Su Nanchuan every day. Now that Su Nanchuan knows how to take the bus, it's no problem for him to go to and from school every day.

Zhao Huihui: "Student Su has gone to the art teacher's office."

Yan Tan raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows: "Oh? How did you get there?"

Zhao Huihui didn't dare to say more, afraid to let Yan Qingyang know that Su Nanchuan had prepared a birthday gift in advance, so she pointed to the direction behind the administrative building: "It's the small building behind the administrative building."

After Zhao Huihui finished speaking, she ran away quickly.

Yan Yangyang walked towards the administration building.

At this moment, the students in the third primary and senior grades have almost left, only some students who are doing hygiene are left running around the campus with brooms and mops.

Yan Qinyang walked slowly. He knew where the art teacher's office was. When he was in the fifth grade, he was caught by the music teacher because he was naughty in the music class. The next door was the art teacher's office, which is studio.

Yan Qingyang quickly walked to the back of the administrative building, and looked forward.

The next moment, he frowned slightly.

At this point in time, these sub-subject teachers were basically gone, and the doors and windows were all locked.

However, only the curtains in the art teacher's office were tightly drawn.

The young man's handsome face instantly darkened like black clouds passing through a mirror, and his eyes like cold stars were full of thick black mist.

He stepped forward quickly and kicked the door open.

In the studio, Su Nanchuan was half-embraced by a male teacher wearing glasses with a blank expression on his face. The male teacher's hand had already touched Su Nanchuan's waist.

In an instant, Yan Kangyang only felt a thick black cloud press heavily on his heart, and the black tide came rushing and crowded, instantly dragging him into the bottomless abyss.

The uncontrollable darkness burst out violently.

He stared at a pair of bloody, eerie eyes, and stepped forward step by step, like the king of Hades who rolled out of hell and was full of evil spirits, and punched hard into the abyss of evil.