Eastern Star Spot

"Tell you, did you see what shoes I wear in class?" Liu Xingsu said loudly to the students with one hand on his hip.

Everyone looked at his feet, they were very ordinary sneakers.

"I used to wear slippers to class," he frowned with disgust on his face, "but now I wear slippers, I'm afraid I can't help taking them off and whipping you. Especially you."

He pointed to Liao Dongxing, "Smoking eight meals a day is more diligent than you eating."

Liao Dongxing ignored him.

Liu Xingsu added: "I quit smoking recently, do you know why?"

Shen Jiu secretly rolled his eyes in a place where he couldn't see, and whispered, "I'm afraid we will be set on fire!"

"I know you guys are still drawing so badly!!!" Liu Xingsu actually heard her talking, and shouted at her, "Shame on me!"

Pu Jie corrected in a low voice: "Shameless."

"..."

He finished his fire, punished him with some homework, and left angrily.

Liao Dongxing, who was ordered to beat him eight times a day, returned to Teacher Ye's home and heard the exact opposite.

"Old Liu now has the most energy when he praises you every day except hitting sandbags." Ye Ban is obviously quite satisfied with Liao Dongxing's recent state.

Liao Dongxing felt that he was talking nonsense with his eyes open: "Old Liu almost pierced my ass with a box knife today, and you don't encourage people to find someone that sounds real."

Unexpectedly, Teacher Ye would say something against his will.

Ye Ban felt that Liao Dongxing and Liu Xingsu's way of getting along with teachers and students was a bit more bizarre than his own, and asked amusedly, "Why did you provoke him?"

Liao Dongxing: "He made model paintings, and I said his nose was crooked."

Ye Ban: "I don't think he's the kind of person who would be angry about such things. He hasn't cultivated his energy well recently?"

Liao Dongxing sat cross-legged on the carpet, looked at his torn socks, and moved his exposed toes, and continued without guilt: "He changed it three times, and I told him later that it was still pleasing to the eye, and his nose was almost Angry."

"..." Ye Ban had nothing to do with him, and said helplessly, "Mr. Liu spent a lot of effort in teaching you, please understand him properly, and don't be angry with him every day."

He took a pair of socks from the drawer to Liao Dongxing, ordinary black cotton socks, Liao Dongxing froze when he took them.

A very thin branch protruded out of the window, and a very fat sparrow happened to land on it. The branch shook up and down while the feathers were shaking, shaking the frequency of the electrocardiogram.

He touched it and said, "Ms. Ye wore it?"

This is frivolous.

Ye Ban has been abroad for many years, and the face-to-face ceremony has never made him so awkward.

The so-called mensao is that his thinking can fly from elegant to sleep all the way to an indescribable state in an instant, and his face is still serious.

"No! It's new!" Ye Ban turned around, "Student Liao, I found that you are...a little more than I thought."

"Huh? What's that pause in the middle?"

Yeban looked at him with a half-smile.

Liao Dongxing stared at his face and suddenly lost his mind.The sun was shining brightly outside, and it was another rest day afternoon that stretched out like tea leaves after a long time.

"Ms. Ye will be my model."

Ye Ban was startled: "Did you draw me?"

Liao Dongxing stood up and walked to the corner, took out the paper from his drawing bag, and with a pen in his mouth, he mumbled, "Sit there."

He used the well-lit position by the window under his chin.

Ye Ban Shi Shiran walked over, it was a clear day after the rain, and she was in full glory.

"The sky is clear and the sun is shining."

Liao Dongxing hummed softly, drawing the first smooth strokes.He held the pen very loosely, looking careless as if he was about to fall at any time.But the finger and the pen always maintain a delicate balance.

"Quiet and late at night, the moon is flowing in the river."

He remembered that this was the theme song of Liao Weinan's favorite cartoon when he was a child, and it was about a teenager's journey of Go.

He watched it by the side, and after many years, he was able to sing it completely.

"My heart is like a clear sky, and my ideals are at the forefront...Life is like chess, inside and outside the game, life is easy to go."

He put down his pen and blew on the paper.

Ye Ban walked over, and he handed it over calmly.He didn't care what Teacher Ye said. From the moment the painting was finished, the painting seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The melody of the song was still lingering in his mind. Liao Dongxing was thinking about today's lunch, about the hair to be cut, and about someone's body, but he was not apprehensive or nervous.

He has quite a strong sense of identity with his paintings.

Ye Ban looked at it for a while, then put down the paper and said, "You are destined to sacrifice for art."

Liao Dongxing recovered from the pig's trotters or lamb legs, and felt that he was not on the same channel again: "Huh? What sacrifice?"

Ye Ban picked up a charcoal pencil from the plastic box, rubbed the flat and thick tip of the pen with the pad of his thumb, and said flatly: "The pen and paper are sacrificed for you."

Seeing that he was still at a loss, Ye Ban sighed and said with a smile: "You are very lucky. This ability is much more delicate than your face."