The hot temperature in the boy's palm gradually entwined together with his breathing.

Xu Sheng in this studio was so familiar that he could not be more familiar. He sat here for countless nights before the first year of high school, facing the easel and holding a paintbrush in his hand.

When he was drawing, he liked to listen to music, and listened to all kinds of songs. The headphone cable was pulled out of his pocket. One earphone was casually placed in his ear, and the other ear was the rustling sound when the pen tip rubbed against the drawing paper.

When the sun is fierce in the afternoon, there are often several lazy cats passing by on the steps outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

They occasionally stop, expose their belly, and lie down and bask in the sun.

All the displays in the studio are still the same, and even the demonstration paintings hanging on the walls are not revealed. It is precisely because of this familiarity that Xu Sheng is even more uncomfortable.

At first, in order to hold the pen firmly, he initially grabbed his fingers tightly, and then loosened it uncontrollably as if it was burned by the temperature on the other party's hand.

Until Shao Zhan asked him: "Don't you draw?"

“…”

Xu Shengxin said, don’t you think this posture is strange?

Shao Zhan's tone was calm, and even his words were filled with an undetectable temptation: "Your friend is about five minutes away and should be back soon."

"Draw," Xu Sheng covered it again, his fingers tightly clamped Shao Zhan's fingers in turn, "Don't move."

It’s not that Xu Sheng has not changed his paintings for others, but this is the first time he has changed his paintings in this way.

He led Shao Zhan's hand to dip the paint on the palette, and put his other hand on the back of the chair behind Shao Zhan. The two were very close, especially when Xu Sheng bent down to get closer. He waited for the tip of the pen to dip the paint, and then led back to the drawing paper. The tip of the pen was hanging in the air in front of the drawing paper, and then he swept it on the pen.

The so-called ambient color is the color that appears when reflected by ambient light onto a specific object.

After Xu Sheng finished painting the stroke, he let go of his hand.

Kang Kai happened to come back after buying the medicine, and he hurriedly entered the door and said, "What's wrong with your stomach? Why does your stomach hurt... I remember you were prone to colds for a while before, but now you're not?"

Shao Zhan: "Can you catch a cold?"

Kang Kai: "Yes, every time I catch a cold, I have a very bad temper. I don't bother to move my fingers. I just reply to one word whenever I say to you."

Xu Sheng was indeed not very resistant when he was a child. He was prone to colds every time the season changed. Originally, this man often found a place to sleep on his stomach. When he caught a cold, he became more and more arrogant.

Every time Kang Kai couldn't see it: "You don't write your homework anymore? Your teacher isn't saying anything harshly. If you don't hand in your homework again, you won't have to take her class next time."

"Don't bother, I'm a patient now, what homework to ask me?" Xu Sheng said hoarsely: "Get out."

Kang Kai has the intention of taking advantage of the issue and continuing to complain.

Still Xu Sheng couldn't listen and pointed at Shao Zhan: "Does he take medicine?"

Shao Zhan: "..."

Kang Kai: "Oh yes, I'll go get hot water." Kang Kai said this and realized that his painting had been changed.

"I'll go," he could recognize Xu Sheng's handwriting at a glance, Kang Kai said, "Has it been modified?"

Afterwards, Aunt Kang came back after buying vegetables and enthusiastically invited them to stay for dinner. It was rare to see "Xu Sheng"'s friend, but they calculated the time and had to go back before the school was closed.

It was getting darker and the bus took half an hour. When the two arrived at the station, they just left.

Shao Zhan asked: "When did you start learning to draw?"

"Junior high school," Xu Sheng squatted on the flower bed next to him. He still spoke in the tone of not taking it seriously, "It's been... four years of study."

"Why don't you continue to study?"

"What's the reason? I don't have time."

Xu Sheng’s interest class rhetoric is not easy to arouse suspicion. People who don’t know how to draw will not think of any art exams for the first time. Especially students in pure cultural schools like Linjiang No. 6 Middle School have almost zero understanding of “art candidates”.

It's just like you suddenly find that your friends around you can play some musical instrument.

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Just interest.

Although he is a poor student, he can't do anything, but he can't have some special talents?

——If Shao Zhan hadn’t seen one of the pieces of wish papers in Meng Guowei’s office, he might have thought so.

But he couldn't get the four words on the paper, was it what he was thinking?

But after the two were connected, a vague mystery appeared in front of him covered with a layer of fog.

Xu Sheng had no intention of continuing to say it, so Shao Zhan didn't ask.

During the conversation, the car came.

There were not many people on the bus at this point. Xu Sheng threw in the coins and walked straight back: "Sit in the back?"

Shao Zhan has no objection.

After the two sat down, Xu Sheng took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Shao Zhan, signaling him to change his cell phone.

Before Shao Zhan handed him the phone, he saw an unread on the lock screen interface.

[mom]:……

The content behind is hidden.

Xu Sheng took it and his expression did not change after seeing the message. He put his elbow on the car window, and the wind blew in from the open window.

[Mom]: It's time for vacation.

[Mom]: You have to have a good meal on weekends. Don’t get up too late in the morning or go out to eat all the time. The things in the school cafeteria are no more healthy than outside.

Xu Shenghui: I understand.

At this moment, the nervous mood has been relaxed for several days. Shao Zhan unexpectedly received news from Kang Kai, and stepped into the studio but continued to pull out. Xu Sheng stared at the word "mom" for a while, and then closed his eyes.

The bus slowly drove into the tunnel, and the dark hole seemed like a huge mouth in the abyss that could swallow everything.

In an instant, the floating white halo in front of me, which was separated by my eyelids also dimmed, and my eyes were completely dark.

Time and space seemed to follow this tunnel back to the rainy night more than a year ago.

There was constant thunder outside the window and the rain was drizzling.

Xu Yaping didn't let him learn to paint. Xu Sheng was like all the boys of that age who were not disciplined. His personality would only make a bigger fuss than them. He smiled: "Mom, are you considering me or considering yourself."

Xu Yaping said sternly: "Why am I not considering you? The teacher said that your grades have improved rapidly. According to the mock exam results, you can sprint to other schools for the first choice. If you have to apply to Liyang No. 2 Middle School - you might as well stop studying in high school!"

Xu Sheng lowered his eyes and looked at the drawing paper scattered on the ground. On the desk beside him, there was a book of "Quality Examination Questions" with dense notes on it. His grades were really bad.

You have to copy the wrong questions twice.

There is no result in quarrels, they will only repeat.

In the end, it became more and more intense, and the sharpest needle was used to spy on each other.

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During that time, the relationship between Xu Sheng and Xu Yaping dropped to freezing point, and it was not until Xu Yaping mentioned that she wanted to move that it finally broke out.

Xu Yaping was extremely angry. She had been taking care of her children alone for so many years and had a strong desire to control the children - she tried to plan Xu Sheng's future.

"I don't like cultural courses at all. Don't you know why I'm going to improve my grades? I just slept for four or five hours a day. What do you think it's for?" Xu Sheng did not give in. Although his tone was not sharp, he could not argue. "What school do I apply to? That's my freedom."

Xu Yaping: "I won't argue with you now, anyway, Liyang No. 2 Middle School just won't do it--"

Xu Sheng: "If you just want to tell me this, that's enough."

Xu Sheng finally suppressed his arrogance. Later, he heard Xu Yaping hiding on the balcony and making a phone call, and he realized that Xu Yaping's company was laying off employees.

"I saw myself on the layoff list," Xu Yaping clenched her cell phone and said incoherently, "What should I do? And Xiaosheng... I can't sleep every night. What should I do if I can't find a suitable job after I want it, and what should my child do? I have to hold on, I can't fall."

When Xu Yaping talked about these with a familiar friend, her tone was something Xu Sheng had never heard of.

In Xu Sheng's impression, Xu Yaping is strong and strong, and she seems to be able to do anything.

That was the first time Xu Sheng bumped into her and cried, and he realized that she was just an ordinary person. When she was unsure of her mind and didn't know what to do, she would be at a loss in places he couldn't see.

Xu Yaping sobbed in a low voice: "So I hope he doesn't take risks. I hope he can live a good life in the future and walk a more stable path..."

Xu Sheng stood on the other side of a door with his back against the wall.

The bus finally drove out of the tunnel.

Xu Sheng might have fallen asleep, but maybe he didn't.

His senses were separated from the pictures in his mind, and then he vaguely felt something blocking his eyes.

Xu Sheng opened his eyes a crack and found that it was Shao Zhan... his own hand.

Shao Zhan raised his hand, picked up the broken hair that had fallen in front of him, and stranded it to the edge, then put the palm of his hand on the back of his head, letting him lean on his shoulder.

Xu Sheng found a comfortable sleeping position, his face slightly tilted, and finally fell asleep leaning on Shao Zhan's shoulder.

The drive passed by more than half an hour. When it was time to stop, Shao Zhan pressed his forehead quietly and forced him to look up. Although he was cold, his movements were not heavy: "It's here."

It's strange that after the two of them became familiar with their bodies, even though Shao Zhan would no longer feel strange in his body. On the contrary, Xu Sheng clearly realized that no matter who his body belongs to, he was the Shao Zhan.

It looks cold, actually...

Xu Sheng was in his heart for a long time, and added a sentence to Shao Zhan’s back.

Actually, it's quite cold.
To be continued...