Wen Yu struggled desperately, his throat was blocked like a ball of cotton, and finally let out a scream, and suddenly opened his eyes.
The wooden coffered ceiling and the hanging incandescent lamp broke into sight, and Wen Yu quickly realized that he had a terrible nightmare.
The boy's thin body was lying on the floor in front of the easel, his breathing was short, his chest was heaving, and his eyes were looking at the ceiling with horror.
It's a dream, but it's terrifyingly real.
The icy coldness on the stone altar in the dream, and the shuddering feeling of the man's fingertips pushing his collar and sliding on his chest, all remained on his body.
Even on the wrists and ankles, there is still a tingling feeling of restraint that has not faded away.
The sky is bright outside the window.
Wen Yu didn't feel sleepy anymore, and after recovering for a while, he stared blankly at the painting he couldn't finish.
The scenery in the painting is very similar to the creepy night forest he saw in his dream.
Really, stupefied.
--
The weather forecast will be sunny today, but the dark sky has not shown signs of the sun, and it has gradually started to rain.
In the morning, Wen Yu went to school wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella.
After arriving at school, the school uniform pants were still half wet from the rain, and it was very uncomfortable to stick wet and cold to my legs.
"Wen Yu!"
Zhao Xiaoliang stood in the corridor of the classroom, waving and shouting at him.
Zhao Xiaoliang is his classmate and friend for many years.
Seeing Wen Yu's trouser legs dripping with water, he laughed with him and asked him, "How can you still get wet like this while wearing a raincoat? You fell into the pool, right?"
Wen Yu put away his raincoat and umbrella, lowered his body and twisted his trouser legs, which were heavily wet with rain. Looking at Li Hao who was dry all over again, he frowned: "Who knows, this is the evil door under the rain."
It wasn't raining heavily, but along the way he only felt that the wind was blowing and the rain was hitting him continuously, even the raincoat and umbrella couldn't stop it.
Zhao Xiaoliang: "You are so easy to catch a cold, go, I will take you to borrow a set of clothes from the boarding students."
Wen Yu: "No, class will start soon."
When they were talking, a boy with dyed yellow hair looked at him from across the corridor, and his eyes fell on Wen Yu with undisguised vicious hostility.
Zhao Xiaoliang sneered: "Fuck, Li Haowen, what kind of eyes does this guy dare to provoke you?"
His voice was quite loud, and the students in the corridor quickly looked over, their eyes crossed between Wen Yu and Li Haowen, whispering nervously.
Wen Yu looked indifferently, his cold brows did not fluctuate.
He didn't care about Li Haowen's provocation, but he also dismissed it from the bottom of his heart.
He led Zhao Liang forward, and when he reached Li Wenhao who was blocking the corridor, he uttered a few indifferent words:
"Give way."
Li Haowen clenched his hands into fists by his side, and then let go. Then he raised his head and raised his arrogance: "Wen Yu, my brother has come out."
Li Haowen's elder brother is Li Haowu. Just came out of the labor camp.
Wen Yu glanced at him, and asked casually: "What? He wants to go in again?"
After Zhao Xiaoliang heard Li Haowen say 'my brother is back', a trace of nervousness and worry flashed in his eyes.
After seeing Wen Yu's indifferent and casual question again, he laughed 'poof'.
Wen Yu has always looked calm, without any major emotional ups and downs. But it can always give people an aura of Lao Tzu's number one in the world.
Being by such a friend's side made Zhao Xiaoliang feel extravagant, he sneered at Li Haowen very stubbornly:
"Remember to teach your brother to be a good citizen who abides by the law after you come out. The reputation of entering the palace for the second time is not good."
Li Haowen was poked at the sore spot, staring at the red eyes and lowering his voice to warn: "Don't think that my brother can let you go, and don't think that you can succeed this time, just wait for me."
"Waiting for what?"
Wen Yu raised his jaw slightly, and asked in a low voice, "If you want to come, try now?"
A sharp look condensed between the cold brows, and a cruel gleam glowed in the closed eyes.
Li Haowen's momentum was instantly suppressed. He originally thought that after hearing the news of his brother's release from prison, Wen Yu would at least show a little fearful expression.
But now it was himself who was afraid and flinched.
He suddenly remembered that night two years ago, Wen Yu's face was covered in blood, the dark red was frightening. Only a pair of eyes glowed with a sharp cold light amidst the blood.
Like a sharp knife glowing with blood, it made them shrink back and no one dared to step forward to fight him.
Two years later, Li Haowen still couldn't help being terrified when he saw these eyes again. He pursed his lips tightly, enduring the humiliation and sideways to make way.
Wen Yu withdrew his gaze and passed by.
Zhao Xiaoliang smiled, and reached out to pat Li Haowen's shoulder: "The child has grown up, it's time to be independent, don't hesitate to go home and find your brother."
Although he could put on airs in front of Li Haowen, he immediately calmed down when he returned to the classroom, and persuaded Wen Yu:
"Li Haowu was arrested for violently blackmailing so many students, why is he getting out of prison so soon?"
Wen Yu looked out the window at the gloomy sky and the dark rain, and said lightly, "Who knows?"
Zhao Liang worried: "Looking at Li Haowen's appearance, the two brothers are planning to take revenge on you, so you have to be careful. Are you going to live in my house recently?"
"Need not.,"
Wen Yu sneered slightly, and said as if mocking himself: "Anyway, no matter what, I can't die."
--
As the morning passed, the rain did not stop but became heavier and heavier.
The wind is also blowing more and more madly, like a violent typhoon venting its desire to ravage the city.
The gust of wind blew up the pouring rain, rushing in the dull and quiet classroom, even overpowering the English teacher's loud lecture.
Wen Yu's seat is by the window.
Looking at the world outside with a blurred rain curtain, I was faintly worried about whether the old house at home could withstand such violent weather.
The gust of wind at the window became more and more tyrannical, and the heavy rainwater formed a rapidly rotating stream, hitting angrily towards the window he was facing.
For a moment, Wen Yu felt that the gust of wind was coming towards him, and his body instinctively dodged backwards.
"哗啦啦啦" a loud noise.
The swirling water slammed heavily on the glass that separated the classroom from the outside world, crushed into pieces and splashed in all directions.
As if unable to withstand the storm, the glass windows trembled, echoing in the dull classroom.
"Wow, that's terrible! What's the matter today?"
"The weather forecast clearly says it will be sunny, and I haven't heard of a typhoon coming."
"It's weird to have such a heavy rain in May."
The students in the class could no longer listen to the class, and looked at the window on Wenyu's side, marveling at the power of nature.
There are also concerns about:
"Will the glass be smashed? It's so dangerous near the window."
"Especially the window on Wenyu's side, it feels like the eyes of the wind gather so quickly, it's really scary."
The English teacher stopped the lecture and knocked on the table to signal everyone to be quiet: "Students sitting near the windows move their desks back and forth, away from the windows."
"Especially Wen Yu, the wind seems to be the strongest over there, please sit back."
After the sound of moving tables, the class began to enter the dull state of class again.
Wen Yu didn't have a good rest last night, and in this low-pressure rainy day, he was prone to sleepiness. He didn't make it to the end of the last get out of class, so he fell asleep on his desk.
Had another dream.
In the dream, he seemed to be kissing someone, but he couldn't.
The emptiness of his lips and the anxiety of his emotions made him feel like he was trapped in a closed space without light, and he couldn't find an exit no matter what, and he couldn't see the light.
This feeling is like the unfinished oil painting he painted in the small living room on the second floor, but he couldn't find inspiration no matter what.
Let his body and mind fall into this strong sense of emptiness, powerless and impatient.
Wen Yu woke up from his deep sleep when the buzzing mobile phone vibrated in his pocket.
With his forehead resting on his arm, he lay face down on the table, his mouth lightly touching the English exercise book on the table.
The touch of paper can be clearly felt on the lips, but it still cannot fill the emptiness that cannot be kissed in dreams.
The boy's cheeks were hot.
How could he have such a dream!
--
The call was from Xu Cheng.
Xu Cheng used to live in the old city, and was Wen Yu's childhood neighbor. When he grew up, he moved out with his family.
He is a few years older than Wen Yu, and is currently a designer at Tuhua Studio.
It was also he who introduced Wen Yu to this studio to do odd jobs, taking orders during weekends and holidays to earn living expenses.
It was lunch break, Wen Yu answered the phone: "Brother Xu."
Xu Cheng: "Xiaoyu, can you come out now? I'll wait for you at the milk tea shop on the ground floor of your school."
Wen Yu looked at the rainstorm outside the window and asked, "Now?"
Brother Xu: "Yes. Didn't we accept a big order from a mobile game company last week? The customers who can submit the standing drawings have been dissatisfied."
"Our boss asked me to ask if you have time to help with the correction, so I will come to your school directly to find you."
Everyone has found the school, can he not go
Ten minutes later, Wen Yu appeared drenched in a milk tea shop outside the campus.
Xu Cheng was dumbfounded: "You are wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella, how can you still get wet like this?"
Wen Yu put away his umbrella, looking at the heavy rain outside the store, suppressing this trace of boredom.
The rain really only hit him.
Xu Cheng was very sorry, ordered a cup of hot milk tea and handed it to Wen Yu, and apologized: "If it wasn't for the emergency, I wouldn't bother you at this time."
"The main reason is that we changed the picture many times and the client was not satisfied. The final submission time was five o'clock this afternoon. The boss said that you, Wen Yu, might have to do it yourself."
Xu Cheng opened his notebook, clicked on a gorgeous vertical drawing and moved it in front of Wen Yu.
He kept rambling on and on: "The boss is most afraid that the customer will be dissatisfied and cancel the order. After all, it is a game company. If we can develop old customers, then our studio will not have to worry about running out of orders for a few years."
"knew."
Wen Yu took a tissue to wipe off the rain on his hands and face, and began to concentrate on looking at the vertical drawing on the computer, without looking up, he said, "Show me the customer's requirements."
Xu Cheng hurriedly handed Wen Yu a document and said, "It's all written here, take a look."
Wen Yu quickly entered the state, he frowned and thought, tapping on the keyboard from time to time with his slender and cold fingers.
The vertical drawing on the screen also changes a little bit. After a few minutes, the brightness, color saturation and three-dimensionality of the characters are all very different from the original.
He seems to be born with the creation of aesthetic feeling, no matter how rough and messy the sketch is, even if it is a child's graffiti.
He only needs to make some small adjustments on the basis of the original, and he can make the messy graffiti shine.
Brother Xu's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he kept exclaiming: "Fuck, shit, it's amazing!"
When Wen Yu said: "Okay", he held his notebook in his hands and praised: "What is talent, what is God's reward!"
"Fine-tuning a few data and modifying a few details can make such a big difference! We never thought of such a change."
Xu Cheng couldn't wait to send Wen Yu's repaired picture to the client, and then said confidently: "This time I can definitely pass!"
As expected, Wen Yu hadn't finished his milk tea yet, and Xu Cheng received a reply letter from the customer: [Approved.]
Xu Cheng was surprised and ashamed: "We have been busy for a week, and finally we have to rely on a senior high school student to make the finishing touch. Let us, a group of twenty-odd social animals, put our face on!"
Wen Yu drank milk tea: "It's not easy for you to draw the original manuscript."
Xu Cheng: "There are so many people who can draw originals, and the final result is not to rely on computer-made color effects. There is no comparison between people. People like you are real geniuses."
He asked Wen Yu: "You said you have this talent, why do you want to learn oil painting? The art world of oil painting relies entirely on network resources, and it is difficult for us ordinary people to spend money to get ahead."
Wen Yu frowned. He wanted to say something but swallowed it back, lowered his head and drank the milk tea in his hand.
He quickly received a transfer message from the studio boss.
Transfer amount: five hundred.
There is also a message attached: [Thanks to Xiaoyu's modification to satisfy the customer, this is the hard work of delaying your class. I will invite you to dinner with Xu Cheng again on the weekend to express my gratitude.]
When Xu Cheng saw it, he stretched out his five fingers and stretched it out in front of Wen Yu, saying, "Five minutes, you revised it for five minutes, and the boss will give you five hundred yuan. Awesome!"
"five hundred"
Wen Yu looked at the phone and said silently: "When will I earn five million?"
The voice was not very loud, but it was still heard by Xu Cheng.
Xu Cheng wondered, "What do you want five million for?"
Immediately, he thought of something, and asked hesitantly, "Did your uncle urge you to sell the house?"
Wen Yu didn't speak, and looked helplessly out of the window at the storm that was ravaging the city with hidden eyes.
Xu Cheng opened his mouth and swallowed some curse words.
Instead, he persuaded Wenyu in a low voice: "Sell it, at least you can still get some money, so you don't have to worry about college tuition fees in the next few years."
"Besides, your house is really too old. I don't know if it can survive the storm like today."
----
What Xu Cheng said came true.
When Wen Yu came home from school, he opened the door and immediately smelled the damp smell of rainwater wafting from the house.
With a thump in his heart, he took off his shoes and went into the house to check from room to room. As soon as I ran up to the second floor, I heard the whirring of the wind blowing into the room and the splashing of rain.
The floor of the small living room on the second floor was soaked in water, and chairs, furniture, books, drawing paper, etc. were scattered everywhere by the strong wind, making it a mess.
The roof of the balcony that turned out to be the small living room was blown down by the strong wind and smashed on the glass door leading to the balcony.
A big hole was smashed in the glass door, and the howling wind brought heavy rainwater into the room continuously.
The storm showed no sign of letting up, and if the broken windows were not blocked, more and more rainwater pouring in would flow down the stairs to the first floor.
Wen Yu searched for wooden boards, plastic sheets and other things that could block the windows and doors at home, and hurriedly carried them to the second floor.
Beating with a hammer and a nail for a long time, the window was barely blocked.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, just stood up and wanted to clean up the room, but the soles of his feet slipped, and he fell heavily on the floor with a 'Peng' sound.
He was drenched on the ground, looked at the messy living room all over the floor, gritted his teeth and cursed secretly:
This hell, he deliberately made life difficult for him.