Between lines

Hu Cong thought that Chen Tingbai took him to do morning and evening classes on a whim, so he couldn't take it seriously.

Chen Tingbai hadn't practiced calligraphy for a long time. Occasionally, when he needed to frame the fragmented scrolls, he could tell that his hands were not steady, and would tremble after a long time.

But I never expected that it was almost a week, Chen Tingbai really got up before six o'clock every day, and after getting up, he took Chen Tingbai to practice calligraphy.

Hu Cong remembered that when he knocked on the door of Chen Tingbai's room at 07:30 on the first day, Chen Tingbai had already woken up, and told Hu Cong that it would be earlier in the future and that morning classes should be early.

It was the same today. Hu Cong looked up when the study room was ready, and it was only seven o'clock. He was worried that Chen Tingbai would not be able to bear it, so he said to Chen Tingbai: "Master, I have been doing the morning class, you You don't have to wake up so early to accompany me."

Worry is one aspect, and on the other hand, there should be more fear.Lu Heng mentioned that he, a little junior, was the only one who picked up the pen and didn't pick up the pen. He was notoriously strict in school.

Hu Cong was used to being free and easy at Lu Heng's place, but when facing Chen Tingbai, he started to panic as soon as he laid down the pen and paper.

Chen Tingbai didn't speak, just picked up the brush and put it in the inkstone to moisten the ink.

He has lost a lot of weight in the past two years, and there is an unnatural but obvious depression on his wrist, making his fingers unusually slender.Slender and pale, even the fingertips did not have the pink glow like ordinary people.

He was already ready to start writing, and it was funny to hear him say that, without raising his eyes, "I wanted to write it myself, I just took you along. I have been doing this since I was seven years old, but I have been lazy for the past two years."

He didn't tell Hu Cong, but after that night, he didn't wake up early, but suffered from insomnia. Every night when he was alone in the room, he would think of that night, the wind outside the window that night, and Xu Shao Hua's words.

It wasn't that he was so upset that he couldn't fall asleep, but he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have any attractiveness anymore.

Chen Tingbai has always felt that apart from the stars in the sky, as long as he thinks about other things, there is nothing he can't get.So as it should be, I should be the young man full of advantages, and if I have more advantages, I will naturally dismiss it, and there is nothing to play with.

However, looking at it now, all those things that I dismissed in the past have all disappeared under the deduction of time and injuries.

After counting and counting, it is probably the only thing on my body that others can take a second look at.

Only the silver in my pocket and the wheelchair sitting under me.

The former makes others want to get closer, and the latter makes others want to stay away.

That night Chen Tingbai looked at the intricate carvings on the ceiling and suddenly fell asleep.Since I can't sleep, I should do something, but after thinking about it, the best thing I can do is to write.

It seems that the only thing I can do now is to write.

Chen Tingbai is good at writing cursive script, cursive script is the most important thing to be completed in one go, if there is an interruption in the middle, it will not work.

Chen Tingbai has practiced calligraphy standing up since he started writing cursive script in high school. He has a slender figure, writing while standing is more comfortable than sitting, and his handwriting is better.

But now I can only sit down.In addition, he hadn't written for a long time, and after practicing handwriting for the first few days, Chen Tingbai threw the homework paper into the trash can without even looking at it.

Trembling, Hu Cong finished laying out the "Ling Fei Jing", and sat across from Chen Tingbai writing stroke by stroke, raising his head from time to time to glance at his silent boss opposite.

It was found that it was exactly the same as what Lu Heng said, Chen Tingbai seemed to be a different person as long as he picked up the pen.He was much more silent and serious than usual, and even his brows were slightly frowned because he was too focused, as if he was competing with himself.Hu Cong had only seen this expression when Chen Tingbai was doing rehabilitation.

He knew that Chen Tingbai was in a bad mood, and he could tell by Chen Tingbai's action of throwing the stuff on the ground without even looking at it every time he finished writing a piece of homework paper.

But he was very stubborn, repeating the boring exercises countless times, and even Chen Tingbai would use them to write a few strokes on the border of the homework paper that he thought were not well practiced.

The skills are here, so many years of accumulation, Hu Cong can almost see with the naked eye that Chen Tingbai's writing is getting better every day.

It doesn't matter if you wake up early for morning class, Chen Tingbai still dragged Hu Cong to write evening class, and he didn't go home until very late, so adding up, Chen Tingbai's sleep time was less than six hours.

Hu Cong originally mentioned that he would go home and write evening classes. In winter, the house has floor heating, so it doesn't matter if he writes a little late.But it says that the old bungalows were remodeled.For the sake of safety, the floor cannot be heated, even if the air conditioner is fully turned on, Chen Ting's white hands are cold every time he returns home, let alone his legs.

That is simply two ice balls.

But Hu Cong still insisted on finishing the evening class in writing before going home.

"Master, are you with Xu Shaohua?" Hu Cong finally asked this question after holding back for several days.Otherwise, he really couldn't figure out why he came home so late.

When Chen Tingbai heard Hu Cong's question suddenly, his hands trembled. Tonight's homework was for nothing.

He frowned and looked at the sudden ink dot on the homework paper, and pressed the stain with his fingertips without any trace.

What made him go wrong was not whether he was with Xu Shaohua, but the name Xu Shaohua.

It seems that since that day, if I didn't mention it, this person really disappeared in my own world, and disappeared completely, as if he was a person I imagined from being alone for too long.

I imagined that he was gentle with me, I imagined dating him, I imagined taking him to the concert, I even imagined that I had done it with him.

But after a night of wind, these assumptions disappeared.

Chen Tingbai asked Hu Cong: "Why do you think so?"

Hu Cong was a little embarrassed, but he still said: "Mr. Lu said, you must be in a relationship, so you have the motivation to cheer up."

Hu Cong was afraid that Chen Tingbai would be angry, so his voice became smaller and smaller.

In fact, Hu Cong hadn't finished speaking yet, what he was thinking was, if it wasn't for waiting for Xu Shaohua, then why didn't you want to go home?

Chen Tingbai didn't speak, and slowly curled his fingers, moved the paperweight away and rolled up the ink-stained homework paper.

Look at you, Chen Tingbai, so many years have passed, you are doing what you are best at,

In the eyes of outsiders, it all became driven by the power of love.

He smiled and threw the ball of paper aside.

"Let's go, I'm going home, I won't write anymore." Chen Tingbai suddenly lost interest, and really felt that he was tired.He threw the pen into the pen sink and greeted Hu Cong to go home.

Hu Cong's "Flying Spiritual Sutra" just came a little bit today, and he didn't react, so he froze in place.

"What? Aren't you afraid I'm cold? Don't worry about it anymore?" Chen Tingbai was already out of the room in his electric wheelchair, and when he turned around, Hu Cong hadn't caught up with him, so he stopped and asked.

Unexpectedly, what Hu Cong answered was also a question: "Aren't you waiting for him tonight?"

Chen Tingbai still felt very happy, at least, someone was still asking him about Xu Shaohua, at least it wasn't his imagination.

"Go home, I'm just waiting, I can't wait, besides, it doesn't seem to matter whether I come or not."

If you don't come, I will understand your answer, but I still expect you to come.

The next day Chen Tingbai took the initiative to go to Lu Heng's house, and he took with him the best piece of homework he had practiced recently.

Lu Heng was also doing morning class, and only put down his brush when he saw Chen Tingbai coming.He repeatedly sighed several rare guests.

Chen Tingbai didn't say much, just spread his homework on the table.

Ask Lu Heng with a straight face: "How?"

Lu Heng picked it up and looked at it several times. After confirming again and again that it was new paper, he asked Chen Tingbai: "Is this... what you wrote recently?"

Chen Tingbai responded lightly: "Just tell me how you wrote it?"

Knowing that it was Chen Tingbai who wrote it recently, Lu Heng was very happy, and kept praising him all the time, his little brother is really a godsend.

But Chen Tingbai was unhappy from the time he entered the door, and he didn't become happy when he heard the praise, but his voice was even colder.

"I think writing calligraphy is what I am best at. I can write whenever I want. If you think I need something to cheer me up, then you are humiliating me. .”

Lu Heng suddenly realized that he had said something wrong.

He told the younger brother to calm down, don't be as knowledgeable as him, he just owes it.Seeing that the younger brother's expression softened a bit, he felt relieved.

Chen Tingbai's face paled slightly, and Lu Heng began to put his nose on his face with a smile.

"However, didn't you engrave listening to the wind? Isn't this for someone you like? Could it be that you use it?" Lu Heng really couldn't think of who he would give that chapter to.

"Do you have to give it away? Can't you let me think about it again?" Chen Tingbai felt that he was really not an ordinary good-faced person. Obviously he couldn't send it out by himself, and this would turn him into thinking again. .

But it seems that no one wants him, Chen Tingbai, it would be even more embarrassing.