Qing Zha's chin rubbed, "I now know what it's like to like someone, even a fart is fragrant."
Huang Dan, "… "
Chen Shi's arm wrapped around the person, "If you don't believe me, give it a try."
Huang Dan said, "I don't have it now."
Chen Shi shook his shoulders and smiled, "Zhang Shuran, why are you so cute? I found that I like you more than the last second."
Huang Dan said, "Me too."
Chen Shi scolded in a low voice, lifted the man up and threw it on the bed, and pressed him on it himself.
The death of the girl brought a little sadness to the studio, and soon it was gradually diluted in the busy atmosphere created by the senior year.
There is less and less time left for them, and if they don't get good grades in their majors, there's no point in going back to school.
Shen Liang's popularity is even better than before. He always smiles when he talks to anyone. Let him take a look at the painting, and it doesn't matter if he changes two strokes. Even in the studio exam, his total score was overwhelmed by Huang Dan and Chen Shi. There is no slightest bit of depression.
Teacher Zhang often praised Shen Liang in front of everyone, saying that he had a good mentality.
On the seventh day after the girl died, there was a heavy snowfall in the sky.
It was freezing cold outside, so Shen Liang didn't go to the studio to sketch. He copied a piece of gouache in the room, packed up the painting tools, lay down in the bed, picked up the Chinese text, and prepared to memorize a text.
Shen Liang turned to that page, he looked down for a while, and found a letter inside, which was a love letter from a girl to him.
After the girl left that night, he threw the letter into the trash can without even looking at it. Why did it appear in class now
Shen Liang shook his hand to touch the letter.
Chapter 81 They Have No Face
After the letter was opened, a line of delicate pen words jumped out. They said that they would never leave and stay with them all the time. It was clearly a romantic promise between lovers, but it made Shen Liang go crazy. His facial muscles were trembling strangely, and he turned his head. He even crawled to find a matchbox, lit a fire, threw the stationery in, and set the language class on fire.
The firelight reflected in Shen Liang's eyes and on his face, magnifying his scriptures countless times, showing a state of yin forest, he stared at the burning stationery and lessons on the ground.
"Since you like me very much, how can I treat you?"
Shen Liang's feelings are complicated, with fear, anxiety, alertness, and madness. His facial features are twisted, and his voice is very gentle, like a lover's murmur, "Go where you should go, don't come to me again, go well."
The flames above the class and the stationery were spreading, roaring and roaring silently.
Shen Liang wiped his face and wiped the cold sweat on his clothes. He smiled and said in a more gentle tone, "Don't worry, I will go to the Academy of Fine Arts with your dreams."
Just as the class and letters on the ground were about to burn, a gust of cold wind rushed in from the half-closed window, and those ashes and broken pieces of paper were blown up in an instant. Shen Liang was defenseless, his face was stained with ashes, and he screamed. scratching.
Next door, Huang Dan was sketching for Chen Shi. When he heard the movement, he immediately dropped the sketch and ran out with the pencil. Seeing the teenager in the yard, his eyelids jumped, "Your face..."
There were scratches on Shen Liang's face, blood dripping from the deep part, and blood oozing from the shallow part.
At this moment, Shen Liang's chest rose and fell greatly, and his throat made a sound of pulling a bellows. He stared at it with bloody eyes, like a devil.
Huang Dan frowned, and he shouted, "Shen Liang."
The sound was not loud, Shen Liang's eyes rolled, and he seemed to have regained some consciousness, but he didn't seem to have any. He raised his foot and walked in front of Huang Dan step by step.
Huang Dan smelled the blood on Shen Liang's body, he pursed his lips and didn't move.
Shen Liang was getting closer and closer to Huang Dan, and suddenly a series of footsteps came from behind, accompanied by Chen Shi's voice, "Shen Liang, what do you want?"
The figure suddenly stopped, Shen Liang lowered his eyelids, "Don't do anything."
Chen Shi approached Huang Dan, he glanced at Shen Liang, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"
Shen Liang's eyelids were still drooping, and he didn't lift his head. Blood beads slowly dripped onto his white sweater, "I don't know why I'm allergic. I caught it myself."
Huang Dan said, "You are shouting."
Shen Liang's chest didn't heave so much anymore, he wiped the blood from the sweater, "That hurts."
Huang Danyu was about to look inside the house, but Shen Liang had already run into the house one step ahead of him, closed the window first, then came out and locked the door, "I'm going to the hospital."
When the words fell, Shen Liang turned around and left, and soon left the yard.
Huang Dan looked at the closed door and looked again