Xiao Yiheng is painting again.
He sat by the window, the orange paint hugged lingeringly with other colors on the palette, and then added bit by bit to the painting titled After School.
As long as Qiu Xian is free, she will watch his creations by his side. It is very pleasing to watch Xiao Yiheng play with colors.
The creation of this painting is nearing completion and should be completed today.
Xiao Yiheng stopped writing and got up, the white apron on his body was already crumpled with the paint.
Qiu Xian took the initiative to say, "I'll follow the varnish."
But Xiao Yiheng shook his head and refused: "Wait a minute, I haven't finished painting yet."
"What?" Qiu Xian was a little strange.
In her opinion, the completion of this painting is already very high, the world is shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, coating everything with a layer of orange-red light, with a kind of lazy warmth. Orange sky, orange leaves, orange playground... This painting is woven with different shades of orange as a whole, which is not out of the norm. Qiu Xian believes that after this painting is sent to the gallery, it will definitely arouse the pursuit of those old customers.
She originally thought that when Xiao Yiheng said "the painting is not finished", he wanted to add some clouds or add two more strokes to the background.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Yiheng changed to a clean paintbrush, dipped the richest gold in the paint plate, and added the finishing touch to the center of the picture!
The tip of the pen trembled slightly, and a figure was gradually drawn. "He" looks very simple, the figure is small, and the face cannot be seen clearly. The lines make up his slender limbs; "He" looks very complicated. He seems to be climbing something, and his movements are frozen by time.
In the center of the entire orange frame, the golden figure seemed to jump out of the canvas, making people unable to take their eyes off it.
Qiu Xian hesitated: "What is he... doing?"
Why is there such a person on the campus playground? "He" hangs on all fours by the fence next to the playground, grabbing the attention of every spectator.
Xiao Yiheng put down his brush and said calmly, "He's climbing over the wall."
"… what?"
Xiao Yiheng repeated: "He doesn't want to go to self-study. He sneaked over the wall and went to the Internet cafe to play games without the permission of the head teacher."
Qiu Xian was puzzled. Generally speaking, unless it is a portrait of a person, when an artist paints a background figure in a landscape painting, he will not deliberately think about "what is this person doing and why is this person doing this". Xiao Yiheng can so clearly state the motives of this character's behavior, as if he knew such a person in real life.
Qiu Xian asked, "Are you drawing your friend?"
Who would have thought that Xiao Yiheng would immediately deny it: "Of course not."
Now, it was time to make Qiu Xian even more curious.
But Xiao Yiheng didn't want to say more, so Qiu Xian didn't ask any further. Boys his age always have little secrets they don't want to tell adults.
The shining figure in this painting is a secret that belongs to Xiao Yiheng alone.
…
When it got dark, Xiao Yiheng moved the painting to the corner of the classroom, packed up his brushes and apron, said goodbye to Qiu Xian, and then took up his schoolbag and left the classroom.
Huacheng No. 1 Middle School covers a large area. There is a teaching building for Senior One, Senior Two and Senior Three. In addition, the school has dormitory areas, gymnasiums, swimming pools, libraries, comprehensive buildings and other places. There is a small lake and the environment is better than some universities.
Coincidentally, he met an "acquaintance" on the way from the teaching building to the school gate.
"Senior Brother Xiao!" The boy walked out of the second year's teaching building. He was obviously tall, but because of his hunchback, he looked much shorter than he actually was. He kept the lid of the pot, wore thick glasses, and described himself as shy. "Senior Brother Xiao, do you still remember me?"
Xiao Yiheng has a good memory and recognized him almost immediately: "Are you the 'potato chips'?"
On the day he returned to school to report, he met this frail senior sophomore in the alley in front of the school. At that time, this junior was holding a bag of potato chips in his arms and was bullied by a red-haired gangster, and that red-haired gangster... was Li Cheng's "suiter".
Seeing that the savior remembered himself, the younger brother was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet: "Yes, it's me! I'm Yan Jing from the second year (1) class of high school. Thank you so much last time!"
Hwaseong No. 1 Middle School is divided into classes based on grades. There are thirteen classes in the first grade. The best class (1) is also known as the Rocket Class. I don’t know how many students have sharpened their heads and want to be admitted.
Xiao Yiheng is studying in Class 1 of Senior Three. Strictly speaking, Yan Jing is his direct junior.
The two walked out of the school together.
Xiao Yiheng is taciturn, and Yan Jing is not good at speaking.
Yan Jing asked, "Senior brother, you don't live on campus?"
Xiao Yiheng replied, "Yes."
Yan Jing asked again: "Are there many students who don't live in the third year of high school? I am the only one in our class. I am not in good health, and I have to go home to take medicine every day."
Xiao Yiheng replied, "Not much."
Xiao Yiheng's answer is always only a few words, but Yan Jing is still very happy, thinking that he and his senior brother had a good chat.
The only pity is that if he had known that he would meet Senior Brother Xiao today, he should have brought the Physics Competition Exercise Book and asked Senior Brother to sign him!
Yan Jing pushed the heavy black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and sighed with regret.
After walking out of the school gate, the two looked at the dark alley on the left and turned to the right at the same time.
Yan Jing was frightened and didn't want to meet the red-haired gangster who bullied him again.
Xiao Yiheng was vigilant and didn't want to meet the blond gangster who fell from the sky again.
result…
The two had just walked two steps when they met a purple-haired thug.
Xiao Yiheng: "..."
Excuse me, is there any mysterious unspoken rule in the gangster circle that you can't make your debut without dyeing your hair
The purple-haired gangster is an alpha male with rumbling muscles, with a cigarette in his mouth and a crowbar in his hand. He is not standing, and his body parts are shaking. Behind him were seven or eight attendants, who copied and pasted the same skinny jeans and white t-shirts. This group of spiritual boys seemed to turn their hands at any time.
They were obviously not good people, Yan Jing's legs trembled and he wanted to slip away with his schoolbag on his back.
The purple-haired bastard grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and said, "Nerd, what are you running for?"
Yan Jing said in a panic, "I, I run and exercise!"
The purple-haired gangster choked on his answer.
Xiao Yiheng interrupted their staring game and asked straight to the point, "What's the matter with you?"
He was sure he didn't know the purple-haired punk, and Yan Jing didn't look like he was going to get into trouble.
The purple-haired gangster said loudly: "Listen, I'm here to seek revenge!" He threw the crowbar like a tiger, and every time he turned his wrist, the crowbar made a terrifying whistle in the air.
The purple-haired gangster said: "Last night, someone in your school beat my little brother in the Internet cafe. If I don't teach him a lesson, how can my brother tiger be on the road!"
After Xiao Yiheng heard the ins and outs, Li Cheng's name popped into his mind almost instantly.
... If you go to an Internet cafe and go online, you can fight with others. Only that guy can do this kind of thing.
Yan Jing stammered: "This big brother Hu has a debt and a debt. Whoever beats your little brother, you will seek revenge."
Brother Hu: "Nonsense, your school's access control is so strict, if I can get in, will I still use an ambush at the gate of your school to block people!"
The younger brothers behind him agreed, one by one, complaining about how strict the access control of Huacheng No. 1 Middle School was, and how sharp-eyed the security uncle was, and it was obvious at a glance that they were not students!
Xiao Yiheng looked at this group of spiritual boys. To be honest, it would be strange if the security uncle couldn't see that they were not students...
"I finally caught the two of you, hurry up, you go back and call him out for me!" Brother Hu grabbed Yan Jing's school uniform collar. He wanted to lift him off the ground just like in the movie. He is short, but he is actually long (chang) like a cat.
Brother Tiger: "..."
Yan Jing: "..."
Brother Hu gave up, threw Yan Jing to the ground, and instructed: "Call me Xiao Yiheng from your third year (1) class!! I won't beat him to the ground today, I'll call him dad! !"
Yan Jing: "???"
Xiao Yiheng: "..."
Xiao Yiheng cleared his throat and asked, "Excuse me, who did you say you were looking for?"
Brother Hu: "Senior Grade 1 (1) Xiao Yiheng!"
Xiao Yiheng: "Why are you looking for him?"
Brother Hu said impatiently: "Do you have a problem with your ears? He beat my little brother in an Internet cafe yesterday, and I'm here to seek revenge!"
Xiao Yiheng: "With all due respect, I think there is something wrong with your brain."
"You fucking…"
Xiao Yiheng said calmly, "because I am Xiao Yiheng."
Brother Tiger: "..."
Tiger brothers: "..."
Brother Hu hesitated, and the younger brothers also hesitated.
They chatted and discussed together.
"No, Yang Zai told me on the phone that the person who sent them to the hospital yesterday was a blond-haired omega."
"Did he dye his hair last night?"
"The dye head can be dyed from gold to black, but it is impossible to change from omega to alpha."
"Maybe he's an omega that looks like an alpha?"
The more Brother Hu thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. He frowned and looked at Xiao Yiheng several times: "Did you go to the Internet cafe yesterday?"
Xiao Yiheng shook his head: "Never been there."
Brother Hu asked again, "How many people named Xiao Yiheng are there in your school?"
Xiao Yiheng replied, "I am the only one."
Brother Hu snorted and scratched his head. With his barren imagination, he really couldn't figure out why "Xiao Yiheng" became another person.
Xiao Yiheng was too lazy to investigate why Li Cheng deliberately reported his name, he said directly: "Actually, that omega with golden hair..."
Before he could finish speaking, a tiger younger brother suddenly shouted: "I understand!"
Xiao Yiheng: "? What do you understand?"
Brother Hu: "Our brother said that there was an alpha smell on the omega yesterday. Since the omega reported your name, then the two of you must have an invisible py relationship!!"
Xiao Yiheng was shocked by his meticulous reasoning ability: "Wait..."
"What are you waiting for!" Brother Hu was instantly persuaded by his younger brother. He became angry and raised the crowbar in his hand aggressively, "—beat him!"
…
Every meal time, the canteen of Huacheng No. 1 Middle School is always crowded with people.
Li Cheng sat lazily at the table, the younger brothers went to help him line up to buy food, and he was bored playing with his mobile phone.
Li Cheng was not very lucky today. He encountered hard stubble one after another in the game, not to mention the chicken at the end. He died on the way several times before he even ran out of the first lap.
He chews strawberry-flavored bubble gum, occasionally blowing a pink bubble that pops open with a snap.
Suddenly, a panicked figure broke into the noisy cafeteria.
It was a boy with thick glasses and the head of a stupid pot, and he stumbled into the cafeteria, out of breath.
"Eh? Isn't he Yan Jing, the academic committee of the second year (1) class?"
"It's him, a regular member of the 'Homecoming Club'. It is said that he is not in good health and never takes physical education classes."
"Why did he come to the cafeteria?"
Li Cheng's ears were full of these boring gossips. He rarely drew his attention from the game and looked up lazily.
The next second, the bespectacled university tyrant had already shouted: "Who, who is going to help! Xiao Yiheng was blocked by a few gangsters at the school gate!!"
The author has something to say: The same point of gangsters.
1. Dye the hair.
2, the logic is poor.