Oral period

The art festival in their school is different from other high schools. At first, the school leaders forcibly established it in order to improve the dull and depressing atmosphere in the school and imitate the elementary school next door. They forcibly moved the form of garden parties that elementary school students enjoyed to the high school. I also knew that the effect was not good. It will be too ideal, but fortunately it is not a copy, and each class is given the right to choose to organize activities during the day or perform collectively in the auditorium at night, so that high school seniors who are suffering from the pressure of entering a higher school do not have to spend too much time preparing, and can use chorus and the like form to fool the past.

The teaching building where senior one and senior two are located is separated from the playground of senior three. The whole building is decorated with posters and display boards in a festive atmosphere. There are also various themed activities in each class, ranging from fun competitions to baking experiences. The hair is quiet and quiet, which is a sharp contrast.

"When I transferred here, there wasn't such a big fuss, maybe this year's freshmen are more lively" - Xia Jingzhe wrote stroke by stroke in the corner of the drawing paper, and felt that it was quite fresh to pass notes to others during self-study .

But the person who passed the note was my deskmate, and both of them had their mobile phones in the drawer. It seemed that they didn’t need to use pen and paper if they really wanted to chat, so they gave some other meaning to the boring behavior, like recording word by word. Under the ambiguous evidence.

Zhen Xiao obviously has no interest in the art festival, but is more concerned about which math problem is easier to solve, so he only glanced at the note and added three words at the bottom, do you want to go?

Xia Jingzhe turned his head and looked at the direction of another teaching building outside the window. The fantasy of the lively scene flashed in his mind, and he was a little out of breath.

"Forget it, there are too many people."

After finishing writing, I was a little hesitant, remembering that the people around me lived in the ivory tower for a long time, and probably never experienced rich and colorful activities such as art festivals, so I naturally misunderstood Zhenxiao's sentence "Do you want to go" as an implicit pleading , and went farther and farther on the road of misunderstanding, over-imagining a child who wanted to go but was too embarrassed to speak out, and pulled his sleeve to test softly...

When he came back to his senses, the bell for the end of get out of class had already rang, and the people around him left the classroom in groups of threes and threes. The destination was obviously the teaching building opposite the playground——he hesitated for a second, then picked up the pen again, and wrote down the lines he had written earlier. Swipe down, look at Zhenxiao and say, "Go and have a look."

I really just wanted to see it at first - if the first poster I saw when I walked into the teaching building was not "DIY Mask Garden".

The rules are quite simple. Wear the mask you drew for the entire journey, and then go to the designated place at the designated time to complete two small tasks. Even if the challenge is successful, you can get rewards.

The original intention of the designer was probably to use the mask as a shameful challenge. After all, it takes some courage to walk around wearing the strange things he drew. However, when Xia Jingzhe saw the poster, he stopped and asked a question to himself. , so that no one can recognize me.

Zhen Xiao saw the shaking emotion in his eyes, and wanted to say, "Actually, no one in the first year of high school knew about it", but from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a few girls passing by them with their companions, and they still swallowed the words when they reached their lips. Into an ambiguous modal particle: "Mmm."

Unexpectedly, I thought of Xia Jingzhe who was sitting in the dusk one evening, holding his knees and looking down at the direction of the playground, looking at the students coming and going, with a blank look in his eyes that made people feel distressed, so he could bear it. I can't help but want to hug him.

But the current scene is not suitable for hugging, so he can only touch the other person's arm instead of holding hands, and lead the person to the direction of the booth: "Let's go, I have to wear a mask anyway, the neckline of this dress is too short to cover Hold your face."

It may be difficult to bring you into the crowd, but at least now I can stand out of the crowd with you.

I don’t know whether it’s because the prizes are too small or the activity itself is too boring. There are very few people who drew masks in the classroom. They received two blank paper masks from the staff, sat down in the corner, and looked at the table. The only box of oil pastels in the box coincidentally fell silent.

"No wonder no one came." Xia Jingzhe picked up one of them, and commented quite pertinently, "The small shop in front of the school costs five yuan a box, and this one will disappear after just two coats."

Zhen Xiao didn't understand, so he nodded, and wanted to say that he didn't mind wearing a blank mask. Before he could say anything, he saw him pick out a few oil pastels from the plastic box and line them up patiently from red to yellow: "But you can give Show me my first self-taught painting when I was a child."

The title is Sunset, and the main technique is to scribble and smear, and then rub it with a paper towel to make it look like a combination of virtual and real, which can be fooled in 10 minutes.

"But it's still a little bit better now." After painting, he picked up a golden oil pastel and traced the blurred outline of the clouds bit by bit, as if the sun really came out from behind the clouds, "Look , is it quite like that..."

When Zhenxiao bumped into his raised gaze, ghostly thoughts flashed from the bottom of his heart, and the sun seemed to coincide with the smile in his eyes, both of which were fragmented and bright.

It seemed that he hadn't seen such pure emotions appear in Xia Jingzhe's eyes for a long time—the pure joy that fit his age, not much different from when he was a child.

Then the vision flickered, the mask was covered on his face, Xia Jingzhe hooked his chin, and half-jokingly commented: "It's not bad... the low saturation is also good, no matter how you draw it, you can't make mistakes. "

Facts have proved that this conclusion is still a little too early-he didn't expect Zhen Xiao, who seems to be a fast learner, to overturn on the painting mask, obviously using the same tools, scribbling and drawing Compared with his rather artistic "Sunset", the mask painted by Zhen Xiao is like being thrown into the brush bucket and shaken twice before taking it out again. It is a very embarrassing work.

At the beginning Xia Jingzhe tried to teach him well, but then she couldn't help laughing and trembling, seeing him seriously holding a pen and bowing his head, slamming against that mask with the attitude of dealing with math problems, I felt a little cute for no reason .

"Stop laughing," Zhen Xiao sighed, his fingers were stained red and yellow, so he had to touch Xia Jingzhe's cheek with the back of his hand, looking seldom frustrated, "Help me..."

Xia Jingzhe rubbed against the back of his hand in a good mood, and the smile in his eyes almost leaked: "Brother who is so loud, I will help you draw."

Normally, Zhenxiao doesn't really resist this kind of address, and he just opened his mouth when he acted like a baby. However, this time, perhaps because he was frustrated and grateful for the victory, he was a little awkward when he spoke, like that kid with excess self-esteem Returning to the body again, he had to deliberately make troubles and smear the paint on the other person's face, and finally he was willing to give in, and called out in a very low voice, brother, good brother, help me.

This time Xia Jingzhe was really stunned, and Fuzhi realized in his heart what it means to pick the stars and the moon to agree. He was stunned for a few seconds before reaching for his mask, twisting the oil pastel stick with his fingertips, rolling around a few times, and uttering a sentence "foul".The offender was lying on the table watching his painting, with another completed mask on his head, like some monster in the setting sun, looking quiet and focused - but his eyes gradually shifted from the mask itself to the painted mask On the face of the person, staring at it very bluntly.

He was thinking that Xia Jingzhe is really more suitable for sitting in the sun like this, concentrating on doing something he is interested in, wearing a clean and simple thick sweater, and not having so many fancy accessories, it will be very soft to hold, not sharp and real soft.

Inferior oil pastels do not have much coverage, and it is difficult to completely save a mess of works. After ten minutes, Xia Jingzhe put down the pen, put the orange mask in front of him, and said with a smile: "Just be It's an orange, it looks like it - which one would you like to wear?"

When the two masks are put together, there is actually quite a sense of echo in appropriate shades, which is unexpectedly pretty good-looking.Zhen Xiao pushed the one that played normally in front of him, expressing with actions that he planned to eat the bitter fruit for himself, and be an orange walking all afternoon.

"Okay, let's go," Xia Jingzhe seemed to relax a lot after putting on the mask, stood by the window and stretched a little, looking at the dazzling scenery in the corridor, said softly, "I hope no one will recognize you." Come out... Forget it, it doesn't matter, anyway, you can only experience it once in this life, no loss."

Zhen Xiao rubbed his tousled black hair, thinking that walking on the road like this seemed to attract as many sights as usual, but luckily more and more people wearing masks gradually made them appear less obtrusive.

"The first mission starts at three o'clock, and there's still half an hour left... Let's walk over slowly, and walk around as you go."

Two tall and long-legged boys, not wearing school uniforms, can be seen in the crowd at a glance, wearing masks, they look like walking NPCs, and they are still the kind that can take a group photo——Xia Jingzhe was really scared when he was held back by someone With a jump, I almost subconsciously subdued the opponent, and after a closer look, I realized that there was a small cake for free tasting in front of me. The girl holding the cake smiled brightly. She was serious about promoting the evening and the activity of making frosted sugar cookies by herself. If you are interested, welcome Come and try it out.

"Ah, um, good..." He held the paper plate a little stiffly, like holding a hot potato worth more than a thousand gold in both hands, and jumped out word by word, but he didn't forget to thank him.

In contrast, Zhenxiao's reaction was very natural, like a programmed robot, only responsible for nodding and smiling to say thank you, and then passed the cake to Xia Jingzhe - he looked at the little boyfriend's ears that were reddened by the naked eye, I thought Xia Jingzhe was really easy to understand, especially when he was shy, it was almost written on his face, even the mask couldn't cover it.

Fortunately, the mask can’t cover the mouth, so it doesn’t affect people’s eating—after all, there are several classrooms on the first floor where the activities are all tastings. Tricky candy whose appearance cannot judge the taste.

No worries

At the end of the year, clear the manuscript...