not brilliant

After leaving the old furniture market, Jing Can went to buy paint.It was more than three o'clock in the afternoon when I got home, and the sky was still bright, but the sun had lost its energy to bask in people.Jing Can took off her coat, mixed some plastic buckets with paint, and lined up on the roof one by one.Because of Jing Can's not-so-clean movements, a color was hung on the edge of each plastic bucket. Jing Can turned the bucket one by one, so that these prominent colors all fell at the same angle.

He stood in the middle of the roof and looked around for a week, and he already had an accurate drawing in his mind.The sketch of the sun flower has actually been in his heart for a long time - when he and Song Yinan came here for the first time, the water dripped from the wet clothes on the ground, and the water stains looked like an irregular flower.

Jing Can likes things that are full of vitality but quiet.

He rolled up his trouser legs and squatted down. Instead of drawing the outline of the sunflower, he drew a small seed first, and then covered the seed with green paint, turning it into a green bud from bottom to top.

This method of painting was learned from Jing Wei.Jing Wei is extremely talented in painting, Song Yinan would often tell him on the phone that Xiao Wei won the No.1 in another competition.Every time she hears this kind of news, Jing Can will be very happy, because her younger brother has had so many glorious moments in his favorite field when he was young.

But unfortunately, he only watched Jing Wei's game once.When Jing Wei was six years old, she participated in a painting competition. The content of the competition was to use a brush to paint on a large canvas on the ground. The theme was "My World".It's a pity that Jing Wei's grades were not good that time, because his paintings were very strange. Other children's paintings either showed many small animals, or a family playing on the grass. At least the screen is full of excitement, allowing the commentator to say a lot of compliments eloquently.Only in Jing Wei's painting, except for a small sunflower with branches and leaves, there is a large blank space, not even the sun.After the game, Song Yinan asked Jing Wei what the painting meant. Jing Wei was licking the melting ice cream under the sun and said it was growth.

Song Yinan smiled, and patted Jing Wei's head, as if to comfort, but also to encourage.At that time, Jing Can also held an ice cream in his hand. He recalled the scene when Jing Wei's painting was formed, and felt that the judges of this creative competition were really not up to standard.They only saw a solitary sunflower at the end, but missed the seeds and shoots that once appeared on the canvas and are now hidden under the sunflower.

That was probably the worst result that a young talented artist had ever achieved, the last place.But Jing Can asked for the canvas, and put it in a wooden box with great care, and put a label saying "Xiao Wei, grow".

Thinking of that painting, Jing Can felt a dull pain in his head again. He squatted on the spot, put his arms on his knees, and tried his best to pull his thoughts back from the large blank on the canvas.After burying her head in this way for a while, Jing Can raised her head, her eyelids covering her unclear vision, and raised her hand to relieve her sore arm.

The sunflower took shape, and the paint on the ground was baked by the already lazy sunlight, and finally formed a scab obediently.Jing Can touched the edge of the petal with a fingertip to confirm that it was really dry.The sofa was delivered just at this time, and Jing Can has always been very precise about the timing.The sofa was very big, but Jing Can only asked the delivery person to help carry the sofa to the door of the roof. After they left, she opened the door of the roof and pushed the sofa over with great effort.Due to lack of exercise, Jing Can's body is exactly what it looks like - she has no strength in her whole body.When he straightened up, his eyes went dark, and he quickly leaned on the sofa and lay down.Putting a hand on his forehead, after the feeling of dizziness subsided, the scenery in front of him became clearer.

The afterglow is still there, and the sunset glow wanders freely, locking the sunflowers and covering the sofa.

Like when she picked up a musical instrument whose name she couldn't remember on a certain day she couldn't remember clearly, Jing Can felt her own breathing in her chest, it wasn't silent, it was a booming sound.

Regarding how to invite He Pingyi to her home, Jing Can thought of many reasons, but was rejected by herself one by one.He's really not good at these things.

This was one of the most troublesome things Jing Can had ever encountered, so much so that he was distracted during class.In math class, Jing Can, who was distracted, was suddenly called up by the teacher. He looked blankly at the teacher, and then at his deskmate Zhou Zhe.

"Tell me how to solve this problem."

After the teacher reminded her in this way, Jing Can hurriedly glanced at the question Zhou Zhe pointed out to herself, and blurted out: "One third."

After saying this answer, Jing Can caught several surprised eyes, including the teacher.He came back to his senses and quickly discovered his mistake. The teacher also reminded him at this time: "Don't just talk about the result, but talk about the thinking of solving the problem."

Jing Can finished speaking honestly, sat down, turned her head and whispered thanks to Zhou Zhe.The exercise book that had been pushed between the two of them was held down by one hand and slowly retracted. Zhou Zhe looked at the question without an answer for a long time and said nothing.

Probably because I was afraid that the students would be out of shape because of the sports meeting, the math teacher did not forget to tell me before get out of class was over that the monthly exam would be immediately after the sports meeting, and every student had to prepare carefully.Jing Can was immersed in the distress of not being able to find a chance to invite He Pingyi to her home, and she didn't care about words like "sports meeting" and "monthly exam".

In the third year of senior high school sports meeting, some events were deleted, and it was only held for one day, which not only completed the task but also guaranteed the students' study time to the maximum extent.Jing Can couldn't do all three, and the only job she took on that day was to write cheers.He Pingyi was different. Jing Can knew that he had reported 800 meters. On the way home the day before, He Pingyi even joked and asked him to write "To Class 21 He Pingyi" when writing the manuscript.

"No way, we are not in the same class." Jing Can immediately retorted.

"Who stipulates that if you are not in the same class, you can't refuel?"

Jing Can thought for a while, although she said that there is no such rule, but cheering on the class, shouldn't it be the default?After all, this is a team competition.

After comprehending Jing Can's thoughts, He Pingyi turned his neck and asked back: "What is the slogan often said in the sports meeting? What is the first? What is the second?"

Jing Can had a vague impression, but couldn't think of the words for a while: "What words?"

"Friendship first, competition second. So although this is a team competition, what's wrong with cheering on your good friends?"

For a moment, she was confused by the question, Jing Can was too unfamiliar with the sports meeting, so she was skeptical: "Is that what you said?"

"Of course." He Pingyi was surprised to find that Jing Can didn't know this sentence, and immediately felt that things were easier to handle. "So, if someone said this sentence at the opening ceremony tomorrow, you can write me a separate letter." Manuscript, if no one talks about it, you don’t have to write it.”

Jing Can is not stupid, at this moment he no longer doubts the authenticity of this sentence, since He Pingyi said so, it is obvious that this is a game that he will never win.

"Can you do it?" He stopped at the intersection, but when he couldn't hear Jing Can's reply, He Pingyi turned around and asked again.

Jing Can looked up, saw He Pingyi's eyes full of expectation, and nodded.

With a whistle, He Pingyi's little eDonkey turned a few corners with joy.

Although he expected that he would lose, but he didn't expect that he would lose like this, stupid.

——Amid a burst of applause, He Pingyi stepped onto the stage as an athlete representative, leisurely took out a manuscript from his pocket, and when he was about to read to the end, he looked away from the paper and went to the square team of Class Eight Picking out Jing Can who was standing in the first row, he said, "Friendship comes first, competition comes second."

The articulation is clear, the words are re-read, and slightly provocative.

In other words, Jing Can has a good temper, seeing He Pingyi like this, she can still lower her head, and restrain the urge to laugh while pushing the gravel on the ground.

Willing to bet, when the 800-meter race was approaching, Jing Can trotted to the rostrum holding two manuscripts.Wen Xiangying was one of the announcers. When he saw Jing Can coming, he immediately raised the corner of his mouth slightly and stretched out his hand towards him.

Jing Can handed over a manuscript, Wen Xiangying looked down at it, and then looked at another piece of paper in his hand with some strangeness.

"Yes..." Jing Can hesitated a little, approached Wen Xiangying, and lowered her voice, "Can I not sign it?"

The number of manuscripts for the sports meeting will be included in the grades of each class, so at the end of all manuscripts, the number of classes will be indicated.Wen Xiangying raised his eyelids, as if he sensed some gossip.She is usually not interested in gossip at all, but if the object is Jing Can, she finds it interesting.

"Okay," Wen Xiangying readily agreed, hooking his fingers together, "give it to me."

"Thank you." Jing Can folded the messy piece of paper in his hand and handed it to Wen Xiangying. Before turning around, he added, "It's for men's 800 meters."

Wen Xiangying looked at his back as he fled in a hurry, then looked down at the words on the paper, and slowly pressed the table with his fingertips, thoughtfully.

Since He Pingyi was still waiting at the starting line, Jing Can's eyes had been glued to him.He Pingyi was wearing a pair of black sports shorts and a white top, standing in the third lane.Unlike other contestants who were doing high leg raises, he lowered his head and moved his ankles and wrists slowly, looking very relaxed.

The sound of the gunshot made Jing Can's eyes wide open. He even restrained his breathing for a short while, his eyes were always chasing He Pingyi's back, and he silently said "He is No.1".

Unexpectedly, just after silently reading it twice, Jing Can heard Wen Xiangying's eloquent recitation on the radio.

"To He Pingyi, class 21, I always believe that you will be the most dazzling athlete on the field, please run against the wind, face the distance, and cross the finish line with the most proud attitude. Contributed by Class [-], Grade [-]."

Jing Can is naturally familiar with the previous words. For He Pingyi's manuscript, he was unwilling to find words from the Internet, and he suffocated them word by word.But the latter inscription stunned him, and he quickly recalled the loophole in what he said just now—he only said that he would not sign it, but he did not say that he would not sign it to the class.

Almost as soon as Wen Xiangying's voice fell, he heard shouts of excitement around him, no matter boys or girls, it seemed that none of them could resist the temptation of "gossip is by my side".In the midst of the storm, Jing Can didn't dare to listen to other people's enthusiastic comments. He bowed his back unconsciously to lower his height, but his gaze was stubborn and he didn't move away from the runway.

Jing Can knew that He Pingyi was good at sports, but he didn't expect that He Pingyi could run as well as a sports student.Class 800 didn't get a result in the men's [-] meters, so when He Pingyi and the sports student crossed the finish line almost at the same time, Jing Can, who suddenly stood up because he wanted to see who was ahead, seemed particularly abrupt.After recovering, realizing her gaffe, Jing Can sat down quickly, fearing that others would find him out, and corresponded with the manuscript just now.

At the end of the runway, He Pingyi quickly surrounded a few classmates. Seeing him waving at them, Jing Can turned around and looked towards her.Jing Can supported the seat with her arms, slowly sat up straight, and stretched her neck as much as possible.

Finally, the two of them looked at each other across the auditorium and the runway. He Pingyi stepped back and walked back with the classmates in the class, while raising one hand above his head, then stretched out a finger, and gently shook it twice. Down.

He is number one.

After confirming the result, Jing Can's shrugged shoulders immediately relaxed.He struggled back and forth in his mind for a few times, looked left and right, made sure that no one was looking in his direction, then slowly raised the hand holding the pen to the position in front of his nose, and quietly gestured to He Pingyi, " one".