Eastern Star Spot

Liao Dongxing took time to visit his aunt.

Cousin Liao Renjie was rescued in time. After waking up, he has been hospitalized and recuperated. He has recovered well and will be discharged in a month or two.

The two discussed and concealed the matter, saying that they changed jobs and went out to work, and it took a lot of talking to convince their aunt.

Liao Renjie didn't ask him where the money he advanced came from, just like he didn't ask his aunt to report to Liao Dongxing's art class at that time.

If I don't ask, it means I don't know. I don't know, and naturally I can't talk about paying back the money.

Instead, what bothered Liao Renjie was the fucking phone call, which came every two days, urging him to find a wife, which made him miserable.

The worst is yet to come.

In mid-August, Liao Dongxing's third year of senior high school started.

As an art student, you don't have to attend the summer supplementary classes organized by high school, but you still have to pay attention to the reporting fee.

In order not to take up too much class time, the studio put together a box of bulk registration personnel, packed them to the school and gave them two hours of free activities.

Liao Dongxing stretched his waist and got off the bus. The sun made him soft and slightly sweaty.

After walking for a while and seeing the juniors playing on the basketball court, I suddenly felt as if a long, long time had passed.

Although I am in the studio, the tuition fee is still paid.

Two months of work gave Liao Dongxing a little bit of money. Boss Wang was generous, but the sky-high medical expenses were too high, and it would take years to pay back.

After paying the tuition fee, he searched and bought himself an old popsicle that cost one yuan, and chewed all the way back to the bus with only one stick left.

Still hot.

He was the first one to come back, and the bus driver and the teacher who led the team went to the guard room to enjoy the cool.

There was no one in the car, and it was hot as a steamer.

Seeing him get into the car, Ye Ban poked his head out of the guard room with his eyes bent: "It's so fast."

This fellow is the leading teacher.

He looked in a good mood and waved to Liao Dongxing.

Maybe it was because he had a good time scolding in the morning, Liao Dongxing squinted at him in his heart, but he still ran down honestly.

Don't be a bastard if you have an air conditioner.

The guard was delighted when he saw him: "This student looks familiar."

Ye Ban smiled and said, "School grass?"

The guard waved his hand: "What school doesn't have a bad guy, this student is the best at climbing over walls, and he can't be caught every time."

Leaf Spot: "..."

The guard asked again: "Is it true that all art students are students like you?"

"What is 'I am like this'?" Liao Dongxing laughed.

"You like to play." The doorman probably didn't mean anything malicious, so he asked casually, with prejudice deeply rooted in his heart.

The smile on Yeban's face faded.

He didn't like students being said that, but he seldom argued with others, and he didn't know where to start, so he remained silent.

"Our teacher is still a graduate student at Columbia University." Liao Dongxing lowered his eyes. He wanted to touch a cigarette, but he didn't take it out as soon as he got it in his pocket. He curled his lips, "Knowing how to play does not conflict with his excellence."

The guard looked at Ye Ban in surprise and gave him a thumbs up.

Liao Dongxing couldn't stay any longer, he opened the door and a wave of heat hit his face, he squatted under the shade of a tree to smoke.

After a while, Ye Ban also came out, condescendingly squatting down next to him, with a half-smile: "It's strange to say that from your mouth just now."

Liao Dongxing bit his cigarette butt tightly, and the thin mist gathered and dissipated with his breath.

Cigarettes in summer are not as exciting as in winter.

Ye Ban followed his gaze and saw the boys sweating profusely on the basketball court through the barbed wire, young vitality bursting out of their bodies.

It's so strange, it doesn't look like the same age as the person next to him.

"How do you know which school I'm from?"

"Guess." Liao Dongxing snorted.

Ye Ban thinks that he turned over his circle of friends, but the photo of him wearing a bachelor's uniform was many years ago, did he turn over his circle of friends?

"I went to Columbia University as an exchange student for two years as an undergraduate, and I studied as a graduate student in Berlin," he explained.

Liao Dongxing provocatively said not very politely: "Then being a teacher really wronged you."

Ye Ban taunted him: "It's really wronged you to be my student."

"A little bit." He nodded.

Ye Ban slapped him on the back of the head not lightly but not hard.

"Fuck me-"

Liao Dongxing jumped up from the ground, pointing at Ye Ban with his cigarette-clamping finger, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows: "Speak well, what are you doing with your hands and feet!"

Ye Ban frowned, and pressed his hand down: "It's not big or small."

He took out the cigarette between his middle finger and index finger, pressed it out and threw it into the trash can, "What kind of cigarettes do children smoke, does it smell good?"

Liao Dongxing felt ashamed as if he had been smoked and his belt was taken off, and he retorted angrily, "You smell good all over your body?"

Ye Ban was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "What perfume smell?"

Liao Dongxing couldn't describe it, it was a very flirtatious smell, it matched Yelaoshi's temperament very well, he liked it, but he absolutely couldn't say it, so he said duplicity: "Who knows, it smells like a motherfucker."

Ye Ban thought for a while, and said: "When I use the clothes ironer, I will drip essential oil into it. I am used to it before. I will pay attention to it next time."

"..."

Oh shit.

What are you paying attention to?

Liao Dongxing cursed obscenities in his heart.

The two chatted a few words casually, and they coincidentally did not mention the previous disputes and bad breakup, as if it had never happened.

Ye Ban didn't talk about funding again.

They are like normal teachers and students who get along very well.

After squatting for a long time, his legs felt a little numb when he stood up. Liao Dongxing jumped up and down on the spot without any scruples.

Compared with him, Mr. Ye was much more reserved, and stood with his feet shifted.

"Aren't you tired all the time?" Liao Dongxing squinted at him.

"Ok?"

"Hold it." He imitated Ye Ban's posture, and he was upright, "Just stomp when your feet are numb, and no one will laugh at you."

Ye Ban waved his hands back and forth unhurriedly, and said, "If your feet are numb, move your wrists, practice arm swings, eat more foods rich in iron and high-quality protein, and stay up less late. This is the scientific way."

He glanced at the frozen Liao Dongxing, and said, "Also, my feet are not numb. You should exercise more, young man."

"..."

The two looked at each other for a second, Liao Dongxing stopped talking and said, "Do you know why your popularity is much lower than that of Old Liu?"

Ye Ban raised her eyebrows, "Is there such a thing?" written clearly on his face.

Still don't admit it!

"Because you are so cold-mouthed and you don't want to smoke. Look at us, we are playing mud in the Northeast, and we are blowing sand in the God Realm."

After Liao Dongxing finished speaking, he felt that the rhyme was inexplicable, so he made a hip-hop gesture.

Ye Ban was quite interested and asked, "What else are you talking about?"

Liao Dongxing said: "They even made a match for you and Lao Liu. The cp name of you two is 'Xingye Myth'. Tsk tsk, what should I say, a gentle scum with a high-cold attack and an irritable subject at one point, a perfect match. "

He clapped his hands.

When Ye Ban heard about this thing for the first time, she laughed so that there were creases around her eyes, and the ends of her eyes and eyebrows fell down.

It reminded Liao Dongxing of the colorful light he could see when he woke up every day before he moved out of the landlord's sunny room.

It was the halo of the sun reflecting through a glass vase by the window.

Rainy and cloudy days will not disappear, but they are weaker.

That glass vase was originally used by his mother for arranging flowers. It has a unique shape. The flowers in it are changed every few days, and each time is different.

So much so that he always thought that his mother would come back, and he argued with others several times plausibly, on the grounds that his mother would not throw away such a beautiful vase.

I didn't know until I grew up that there are many beautiful vases, and it's not uncommon for them to be beautiful.

It's really not surprising to be beautiful.

He was handsome, and countless people had told him so.

But there are so many handsome people, Mr. Ye likes his looks, he knows that the preferential treatment based on his looks is the same as serving others with his beauty, it is cheap and short-lived, and he can't accept it.

Ye Ban laughed enough before saying, "There is another star in our class."

Liao Dongxing felt numb, and heard him turn to say, "Your English listening test is coming soon, isn't it? How is your English?"

He covered up his awkwardness with rudeness: "I don't understand foreign farts."