Fried hair, let me brush it first

Early summer is approaching, white clouds are drifting slowly in the blue sky, the warm sunlight shines through the clouds, and falls on the girls' shy faces through the windows of the teaching building.

Gu Zuoxing looked at the timid man in front of him, and stroked his hair at a loss, the gray tone of pink and purple made his hands whiter.

Since he started school, he has received countless love letters, and some came to confess in person, but he rejected them all.To sum it up in one sentence: I have no mind or interest right now.

The girl hesitated in frustration, and after a while, she asked nervously and in a low voice: "Then can you give me a sunflower, I have seen your painting, it is very beautiful."

here we go again…

Looking at her expectant eyes, Gu Zuoxing couldn't refuse, so he took out a piece of paper the size of a card from his jacket pocket.The sunflowers on it are lifelike, and it can be seen that they have been portrayed patiently.

"Yeah." He stretched out his hand.

The girl took the painting with excitement in her eyes, as if she didn't expect to get it so easily.

"Thank you!" After speaking, he ran away full of joy, completely without the previous sadness.

Soon laughter came from a distance, Gu Zuoxing frowned when he saw the painting that was regarded as showing off his capital, and turned back to the classroom.

The people in the class have long been accustomed to the scene of talent, and they all retracted their heads, as if nothing happened.

As soon as he sat down, roommate Lin Yuze came over, with the word gossip clearly written on his face. "Brother Gu, have you been confessed again?"

"Probably." Gu Zuoxing picked up the phone casually, and then added: "The picture I just drew is gone again." His tone was somewhat helpless.

"You don't know how famous you are in the university town, and why you gave the painting to that woman at that time. Look at it now, you're going to die haha." Lin Yuze looked at him indifferently. Laughed loudly.

Gu Zuoxing was used to seeing this man's reaction, he kicked the table and absently scrolled through Moments.

"I was afraid that she would be sad, so I gave her a painting, thinking that she would not be discouraged, who would have thought that it would become like this." Sure enough, I could hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day, thinking that reporting next semester would save some trouble, But the result was still unsatisfactory.

Gu Zuoxing pursed his lips, thinking that the things he worked so hard to draw in class were "ruined" by others, and he felt even more irritable.

"Don't be discouraged? Only you can figure it out." Lin Yuze really didn't understand this person's brain circuit.

Gu Zuoxing didn't answer the call, but was thinking about how to solve the current problem, so as not to be disturbed all the time.

As soon as the spare time was over, the long and boring fugue began. For Gu Zuoxing, who usually skipped classes, sitting here today was nothing short of a miracle.

The teacher crackled a lot on it, but only one-third of the people listened.This kind of lukewarm environment is the most likely to make people sleepy. The boys sitting in the back row are either dozing listlessly or playing with their mobile phones aimlessly.

In their eyes, this course is not much different from mathematics, and it is just as hypnotic anyway.The teacher is no stranger to this situation. University depends entirely on self-reliance, and those who don't want to learn can't be forced.

When the end of class was approaching, everyone was no longer sluggish, but began to discuss in a low voice what to eat at noon.

Lin Yuze was awakened by the whispers behind him, squinted his eyes to check the time, and said to the human who was playing a small game: "Brother Gu, are you going to paint the wall later?"

The people in the class always thought that Gu Zuoxing skipped class to go clubbing and play games. Only when he got close to him did he know that he usually took orders. He was a proper painting genius, but it was a pity that he had an accident during the college entrance examination.

Gu Zuoxing didn't look up, his fingertips were still sliding on the screen, his voice was gentle: "Didn't you already know that?"

"Aren't I afraid of forgetting it? I won't go back to the dormitory at noon because I'm afraid you didn't bring the key." Lin Yuze scratched his head with an innocent face.

"Bring it."

The bell rang on time, and the classroom immediately became noisy. After saying goodbye, Gu Zuoxing quickly packed up his textbooks, and then rushed to the cafeteria.

At this time, the students flocked to the second meal. He scanned the dining hall for a week and found that there was no vacant seat, so he gave up the plan to eat.

After he came out, he rushed to the dormitory. His newly dyed hair color made him stand out in the crowd.

This is the result of an afternoon of communication with the barber. The ordinary color is blended into the gray tone to make it look more advanced.As an art student, there must always be something different, at least he thinks so.

Most of the student dormitories are four-person rooms, and he chose a very small number of two-person rooms because he didn't want to deal with interpersonal relationships.

Gu Zuoxing quickly took the tools and walked out. Just as he locked the door, he heard someone calling himself.Looking back, seeing that the person approaching him was a good friend, he gave a "hmm" as a response.

"Zuo Xing, don't you go to class in the afternoon?" Zhou Mo approached, and saw the tools in his hand with a clear expression.

"Yeah." Gu Zuoxing admitted generously, and put the key in his pocket. "If there's nothing else, I'll go first. I'm in a hurry."

Although he is familiar with Zhou Mo, he doesn't know what to say in person. On the contrary, he can talk endlessly online.He feels that in reality, there is not so much time to organize language, and it is easy to talk if there is a topic, but it is like squeezing toothpaste if there is no topic.

"Okay, then you go." Zhou Mo nodded calmly, knowing this person's temperament, so he let him go.

The location given by the employer was near the school, Gu Zuoxing had already booked a car, and the driver had already arrived at the agreed place when he walked out of the school.

The sun around noon was somewhat venomous, but fortunately his position was mostly shaded by trees, so it wasn't really hot.At this time, there are very few people coming and going on the street, and a busy figure is among them.

Gu Zuoxing stood on a one-meter-high pedestal, with some newspapers under it to prevent the ground from being polluted.After the outline of the picture was drawn, he gestured with his hands, and a vivid picture appeared in his mind, which is a healing seaside.

After calling out the required color, he picked up the brush and filled it carefully, controlling the intensity strictly.His arms accidentally touched some when he was dipping in paint, and the colors appeared more vivid against the cold white skin.

The breeze occasionally brushes against Gu Zuoxing's face, but he is immersed in his own world without being affected at all.As if to cooperate with him, the birds and insects around him disappeared instantly.

Time passed little by little, and there were more and more people on the street.The picture is also preliminarily presented, and people can't help but imagine what it will look like after completion.

Gu Zuoxing raised his shoulders and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, then sat on the pedestal to rest.He rubbed his left wrist to relax, because his left hand was sore and weak due to the long time in the air.

He didn't dare to recall those days in high school, and even wanted to forget.Whenever I felt discomfort in my left hand, memories flooded my mind, and a sharp tingling sensation followed.

He should be lucky that the hands he used to paint are not useless.

After the sweat stopped flowing, Gu Zuoxing moved his wrist, then took a deep breath to adjust the state, picked up the palette with his right hand and started working again.

Ge Di, an anxious voice came to his ears accompanied by the rapid sound of the bell.

"Be careful!" The man pressed the brake valve with all his strength.

Gu Zuoxing sensed that something was wrong, and when he turned his head to see what was going on, it was already too late.

The bicycle was not stopped and slammed into the elevated platform. Gu Zuoxing happened to be standing on the edge. He couldn't stand the external force and lost his balance and fell to one side.

Hiss, it hurts to death!

Regardless of the pain coming from other places, the sudden stabbing pain in his left hand made Gu Zuoxing's complexion turn pale, and his rosy lips also faded away.

"It's over, it's over." The boy murmured in a low voice when he saw this scene, and then threw the bicycle that was about to fall apart, and hurriedly ran to his side and asked, "Are you okay, where did you get hurt?"

"Hand, my hand..." Gu Zuoxing's whole body was trembling slightly, he said with difficulty, the pain made him clenched his right hand involuntarily.

The boy was invisibly stunned for a moment when he saw Gu Zuoxing's appearance clearly, and then he walked around to check the injury on his left hand, but was pushed back a few steps when he was about to lift him up.

"Don't touch it." Gu Zuoxing gave him a resentful look, then bit his lower lip tightly after speaking, as if doing so would relieve the pain.

The wind chime rang, the door of the milk tea shop was opened, and the owner came out in a hurry, probably because he heard the loud noise just now.

Seeing the splashed paint on his body and the twisted car basket, the woman's face with light makeup was full of worry.

"Xiao Gu, are you okay, do you want to go to the hospital?"

This sentence woke up the person who was still in a trance, and the boy stepped forward to hug Gu Zuoxing.