, Shen Liang lives next to them, the room is a little smaller, they all put a stove in the middle, put a pot on it, throw a hodgepodge of vegetables into it to cook, and eat directly against the pot.
Very casual.
Huang Dan felt that the smell in the room made him dizzy, so he went to open the window.
Lin Mao asked Huang Dan to pick up the pot. He quickly grabbed a new briquettes with tongs, and replaced the ones that were burning in the stove. "Why are you opening the window, it's so cold."
Huang Dan said, "I'm worried about Zhongdu."
Lin Mao disagreed, "Zhongdu? Fuck you, why don't you just burn a small stove?"
Huang Dan said nothing.
After lunch, Lin Mao went to Shen Liang's place to play, Huang Dan brushed the pots and bowls, sat in a chair and looked at the small house in a daze.
There were two boys sleeping on a one-meter-five bed, and it was a hand-to-hand fight at night. Whoever occupies the bigger position first, then wants to fight for some space from him later, it is very difficult, and you have to move your feet.
The original owner is often no different from a gecko, and the whole person is attached to the wall.
Huang Dan is thinking, whether to change roommates or change houses.
He sneezed. The weather that he passed through was October. Not bad, it was finally no longer hot summer.
Lin Mao's laughter came from next door, and he didn't know what he was talking to Shen Liang.
Huang Danrong can't go in, after all, it's not a school.
Painting gouache in the afternoon.
Huang Dan moved the easel to the corner, intending to copy it.
Coincidentally, Shen Liang did the same thing as him. He found a painting, held it in a clip, and went out with a bucket to wash the palette and brushes.
Huang Dan showed his skills in the morning, and in the afternoon there were still people looking at him, wanting to see if his gouache was the same as his sketches, with a strange progress.
Lin Mao and Zhou Jiaojiao tacitly occupy two positions on the left and the right.
Huang Dan said, "I'm copying."
Lin Mao had headphones in his ears, "You're here for you."
Zhou Jiaojiao was painting apples, and the colors were all burnt. Her father was not here, otherwise she would definitely go to the teacher to see it.
With two loudspeakers, Huang Dan once again became the focus of the studio. He thought to himself that the others just thought it was fresh, and it would be fine in two days.
Huang Dan specifically didn't leave at night. Not only did he not leave, he also called Lin Mao, and Lin Mao called Shen Liang.
The three boys were painting in the studio for a while, then Zhou Jiaojiao and her father came over, and Xia Wei was the last one to come.
"You really are all here."
Xia Wei walked over to Shen Liang, "I went to your place to find you, and found that your room was not turned on, so I knew you were in the studio."
Shen Liang was sharpening his pencil, "Is something wrong?"
Xia Wei said, "He will come here tomorrow."
Shen Liang said, "Come on when you come, do you want us to kneel and kowtow three times to greet us?"
Xia Wei twisted his thin eyebrows, "Shen Liang, what are you doing so arrogantly? He is only here to visit relatives, and he won't come into the studio to paint, so it won't threaten your status."
Shen Liang's wrist flicked, and the pencil lead broke.
The atmosphere in the studio was very bad, and Lin Mao lazily joined in the fun.
Huang Dan didn't understand the situation and wanted to get together to find out some news, but he didn't know how to speak.
It was Father Zhou who came out to ease the atmosphere.
Just like last night, a few people cast lots. The model is Lin Mao. He is very irresponsible. It looks like there are nails on the chair. .
When some people draw human heads, no matter who the model is, men, women, or children, what they draw is all carved out of the same mold, such as Zhou Jiaojiao.
There is also a great one, who draws everyone like him, such as Xia Wei.
Huang Dan saw her holding the pencil upright in front of her eyes and measured Lin Mao's three courtyards and five eyes, but the proportions of the drawings were still wrong.
Three hours later, Lin Mao couldn't hold on anymore. He was paralyzed in the chair and couldn't get up. He said that being a model was so fucking tiring, and that it was no wonder the teacher asked us to pull people in the school.
Lin Mao fell asleep in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was the only one left in the studio, and he scolded, "Why are you gone? You don't even call me, it's fucking..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
Lin Mao turned back, "Who's behind? Shu Ran? Shen Liang? Jiaojiao? Xiaowei?"
He called everyone again, and there was only his own voice and rapid breathing in the studio.
Huang Dan was washing his hands outside, and immediately returned to the classroom when he heard the bang, and saw Lin Mao lying on the ground, grinning in pain.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Lin Mao looked at Huang Dan as if he saw the shining Avalokitesvara, he pouted, "Shu Ran, I scared me to death just now..."
Huang Dan helped Lin Mao up, then went to help the easel he knocked down, "You..."
Lin Mao's face has