Chapter 67

Cheng Yan has completely mastered how to get along with Song Yu, and he has gradually adapted to his uncertain mood. One second is good, but the next second will explode. If it were someone else, Cheng Yan would definitely scold him for being crazy, but Song Yu, what he does is normal, hug him, push him away, let him go, and hold him tightly and not let go.

Depends on what he wants to do.

Song Yu realized his excitement and hurriedly let go of his hand. Cheng Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed the piece of red mark left by his fingernail that he let go.

Quite painful.

"Don't eat if you don't eat," Song Yu said, "I'll buy you something else."

So he left the classroom.

Cheng Yan watched his back, his eyes were full of depression, he used to be easily mobilized to be excited, because Song Yu did a trivial thing and showed that he cared about him, he would be very happy, but now he can't. It's so bad, it's peaceful, from emotion to heart.

Cheng Yan picked up the phone and went back to the bedroom.

Naturally, Song Yu didn't see him either. When he came back, the classroom was empty. The wind lifted the books on the table. The sun came in through the window and hit the desk full of youthful marks. The frivolity and pride of the youth were never easy to heal. The same is true for the fragile heart of the young man. They tried everything to no avail. Only by growing up slowly and being healed by time, the wound can be scabbed.

Song Yu was carrying a lot of food in the plastic bag. He had everything, including his favorite drink, his favorite bread, and a few lollipops to pass the time. He didn't know. Whatever he bought, he bought everything, but his boy was no longer waiting for him.

Song Yu has always thought that his heart is very strong, and that he can grow up smoothly under the unpredictable educational methods of his parents, indicating that his vitality is still very tenacious, and his psychological quality is still strong enough, right? Now he is standing in the empty classroom, looking at the sky above that position, and his eyes are red when it is neither life nor death.

Song Yu turned around and went out, and bumped into a girl, Li Xiaoxiao, he didn't know, but the other party must know him.

Li Xiaoxiao was surprised and happy. She didn't know how to react for a while, so she didn't speak, and Song Yu didn't stop there. He passed by her side, leaving no proof that he had come.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him, not knowing why he was here, just looked at Cheng Yan's desk with a large bag of things on it.

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Cheng Yan went back to the bedroom, did nothing, and went to bed for a good night's sleep.

Some people were lying on the bed and using their mobile phones, and there was a burst of laughter. Some people were watching TV, and the voices of the characters were loud. Some people were watching foreign films and playing mobile games. The bedroom at noon was not quiet at all.

"Can you make your voice smaller?" Cheng Yan frowned, reminding a few people, "I want to sleep."

Qu Tao said, "I want to sleep too, Zhang Teng turn down the game sound."

"Oh, alright," Zhang Teng lowered his volume, stretched out his head, and looked at Cheng Yan's bed: "When did you come back, old Cheng?"

Cheng Yan: "Just now."

Cheng Yan turned over, put his arms on his forehead, closed his eyes, the dormitory was cool, but the bed in the dormitory was never hypnotized by the desks in the classroom. Awakened, still woken up by them.

Someone patted his bed, and the voice was anxious: "Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan? It's class, get up quickly."

Cheng Yan opened his eyes, Guan Di was standing beside the bed.

Cheng Yan was lying on the bed dumbfounded.

Guan Di saw that he was awake and said, "Get up quickly, everyone's gone, it's 1:20 now."

There are ten minutes left for class.

How could he sleep so deeply?

Cheng Yan hurriedly sat up, checked the time, and stepped on the ladder to get out of bed. He didn't take off his socks, and his shoes were a bit too big, so he stepped in directly.

Guan Di said, "What's wrong with you? It doesn't feel right to you all day."

Cheng Yan packs his things neatly. One of the advantages of him is that he never procrastinates. Except emotionally, other behaviors and things are handled smoothly.

"I just slept." Cheng Yan stood up and said, "Let's go."

Guan Di followed him. Guan Di had never slept, but he was a little slow to pack up. He took off his clothes and was shocked when he found Cheng Yan on the bed. He thought that Cheng Yan and Qu Tao had left early in the morning. .

When he returned to the classroom, he was really late. No matter how fast he was, it took time to climb the stairs. When he got up, the teacher had already come in. Fortunately, it was not a math class, but an art teacher.

"Report." Cheng Yan obediently saluted at the door.

The art teacher beckoned, without much embarrassment, a sentence more neat than them, "Come in."

Cheng Yan just returned to the classroom.

Shen Yun's head can't make a 180-degree turn. She observes Cheng Yan. People who are late can attract more attention, and Cheng Yan is even better. Yan value.

Shen Yun turned her head and said to her tablemate, "I think Cheng Yan looks better than Yu Chi."

"School grass?" said the tablemate, "Yu Chi is very good-looking."

"I didn't say he wasn't good-looking, I just thought that Cheng Yan didn't lose to him." Shen Yun said and looked back, Cheng Yan was at a loss when facing a lot of things on the table.

The tablemate followed Shen Yun's line of sight and asked in a low voice, "Then which do you think is better, Cheng Yan or Song Yu?"

Shen Yun turned around and thought about it seriously, "It's not a style."

Deskmate: "I think Song Yu looks good."

Shen Yun grabbed the pen and the white paper, her tone was a little bit argumentative: "I think Cheng Yan is good-looking."

The protagonist being talked about is worrying about what is on the table.

When Cheng Yan came back and saw such a big bag, Guan Di and the others were all asking him who bought it and if he could share a little bit. Only Zhao Yibai knew it well. .

Cheng Yan did not expect that he would actually buy it.

He threw a package to Guan Di and said, "Divided by myself."

He doesn't know what to do with these things. He won't take them back, and he won't eat them. Let's just divide them up. Cheng Yan doesn't even want to be involved with Song Yu now. He likes a clear relationship, and he doesn't want to either. Continue with him the account that you don't understand.

Guan Di divided the things and said with admiration, "It's all for eating, it's so cool."

The back row began to "divide the spoils", and there was a lot of noise. As soon as the teacher raised his head, they smartly kept their duty, then lowered the volume and continued their small movements.

Zhao Yibai got two lollipops and sandwiched bread, and poked Cheng Yan's back in the back. Cheng Yan was sorting out drawing paper and charcoal.

"Did he buy it?" Zhao Yibai didn't need to pick it out, his eyes were full of words, and he knew that Cheng Yan could understand.

Cheng Yan turned around and continued to organize the drawing paper in his hand, laying it on the drawing board, and asked, "How do you know?"

Zhao Yibai laughed: "This sandwich bread, the green apple-flavored lollipop, and the orange juice in Guan Di's hand, aren't all your tastes?"

Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai have been friends since childhood. They both know what they like to eat and what they don't like to eat. Sometimes they both suspect that the other is their long-lost brother. For example, Cheng Yan is right now. Zhao Yibai's identity is very suspicious.

"Just eat." Cheng Yan didn't explain much, picked up the pen, today's class is about figure painting, draw at will, choose real people around you to draw, this is today's art homework.

"Who do you draw?" Zhao Yibai squeaked the lollipop, biting it loudly.

"I'm looking." Cheng Yan flipped through the album on his phone. He didn't like taking pictures, and most of the photos on his phone were of other people. There were many of his mother's. Occasionally, when he went out to play, his mother always asked him to take pictures and send them to her. Cheng Yan I didn't delete the original, but kept it.

It came in handy today.

When he was choosing the photo of his mother, he turned to the photo with Song Yu, the one called love, the background of the street corner, Cheng Yan's finger stopped for a while, and Song Yu's eyes penetrated in the photo The strong light fell on him, with tenderness like water, and with a lot of love. It was a photo that felt a lot of relationship just by looking at the eyes.

Memories are memories, and the end is the end. Cheng Yan didn't think much about it, he slid over and found his mother's wedding photo.

Get started.

Shen Yun came to Cheng Yan holding the drawing board.

After knocking on Cheng Yan's desk, Cheng Yan, who had just drawn a line, raised his head and looked up and down at Shen Yun.

"Brother, I'll draw you." Shen Yun sat in front of Cheng Yan and switched places with her. She spread the drawing board on the table and asked, "Who are you drawing?"

"My mother," Cheng Yan looked at her blank drawing paper, "Why are you drawing me?"

"Practice your hand," Shen Yun pointed, "then who is drawing you and Song Yu."

Cheng Yan looked in the direction she pointed. He didn't know who had the same idea as he just now, but he couldn't do it, but someone did it generously. Cheng Yan asked curiously, "Where did she get the photo?"

Shen Yun explained: "On the Internet, you forgot, you had so much trouble with Song Yu some time ago."

It also stopped recently, because of Tan Tingting's affairs, and because everyone was young and the information was too developed, the scandal between him and Song Yu did not last long, and was topped off by other things.

Seeing that Cheng Yan didn't say anything, Shen Yun also recalled the old melon, "Is there any?"

Cheng Yan glanced at her, "No."

There will be no more.

Shen Yun pouted, a little pity, but also a little fortunate.

The quiet art class is a harmonious landscape. Young and young people bow their heads, draw their relatives and friends on their hands, and occasionally communicate with each other. This atmosphere is rare.

The art teacher walked around the desks of the classmates, nodding from time to time, and giving guidance from time to time.

After finishing the painting, the teacher did not just accept it, but asked everyone to introduce the person on the painting, from all aspects.

Cheng Yan didn't know what to say. He didn't have any fancy words. He searched the Internet for sentences describing his mother.

Before it even started, the buzzing below started, and they all said, "The painting is good."

"Cheng Yan, did you draw your sister?"

The teacher interrupted: "Be quiet and listen to people."

Cheng Yan showed his paintings and said, "I painted my mother, and this is what she looked like when she was in her twenties. My mother married my father earlier, and she got married when she was seventeen, and the conditions were not good at that time. , I don't have a wedding photo, but I added it later. Although my mother is very nagging, she always dislikes me for this and that, but it doesn't prevent her from being a great beauty. Her face is gone now, and it's also because I worry too much. Now it's her and my dad's credit that I can sit here and read in comfort, so I drew her."

The art teacher nodded to Cheng Yan, expressing his satisfaction, not only for his nine-point painting skills, but also a sincere statement. The teacher's responsibilities are not limited to imparting knowledge, but also the noble mission of educating people.

They will also be proud to see each student on the right track, full-fledged and mature.

"Cheng Yan, your mother is so pretty."

"Really, you didn't say that at first, I thought it was your sister."

Cheng Yan smiled: "This was taken when she was twenty-six years old."

"Come to your house tomorrow to play and have a look."

Cheng Yan returned to his seat, and it was the next classmate's turn to give an introduction. Cheng Yan took the mobile phone, took a picture of the painting, and sent it to his mother.

Mom [is this me? ];

Cheng Yan [doesn't it look like it? ];

Mom [My mouth is not so big];

Cheng Yan [you say beautiful or not];

Mom [That is necessary, your face is my credit to your mother]

I really can't do anything about my mother. I praise myself for being willing, and when I complain about him, I am willing. Cheng Yan put away the phone and looked up at the podium.

Chen Ziyi is introducing: "I painted my sister, she was very young and nothing else, I thought it was cute, I only knew when I was painting that my sister looked so much like me, because several classmates asked me if I was painting myself. childhood."

Then Zhao Yibai came to the stage to show: "I painted my dog, why did I paint it, refer to Chen Ziyi's speech, cute."

Chen Ziyi at the bottom: "Zhao Yibai, you are the dog!"

Zhao Yibai, who has poor language skills: "I'm sorry, I'm not saying that you and your sister are dogs, I'm saying that my dog ​​is cute, and of course, I'm not saying that my dog ​​looks like me..."

There was a lot of laughter from below, there was a commotion in the hall, someone smashed Zhao Yibai with chalk, and there was a sharp question: "Is a dog a character?"

Following Zhao Yibai was Shen Yun. Before Shen Yun started to speak, she heard a roar, and everyone turned back to look at Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan also saw it, but he knew it for a long time and was not surprised that Shen Yun painted himself.

Others can't do it, and they all coaxed and said, "Yoyo, who is this painting?"

"Shen Yun, why are you painting Cheng Yan? Besides, is Cheng Yan so handsome?"

Shen Yun rolled her eyes, "Look at yourself."

The male classmate who was just joking was scolded and could not afford to offend him, so he shut up. Others would like to hear the reason.

Shen Yun glanced at Cheng Yan and said, "I drew Cheng Yan because I really don't know who to draw, so I just want to draw a classmate..."

Before Shen Yun finished speaking, someone else asked, "Then why don't you draw Chen Ziyi? You two play so well..."

"Can you listen to me and finish?" Shen Yun took the lead, the teacher also helped her, and asked the others to be quiet, Shen Yun continued: "I just want to draw a random one, but I also want to pick a good-looking one, I originally wanted to I've painted Wang Zhe, but he doesn't cooperate and has a big mouth, so I'll pass him."

Wang Zhe, who was named, said, "You didn't ask me and said I didn't cooperate with you? And you have a big mouth."

Shen Yun has reason and reason: "You were the first to coax you just now."

The two of them held their own words, and they didn't fight for a while. The next classmate came up, and the girl's voice was clear: "Everyone knows what I painted, please let me have a wave of value next."

Cheng Yan was also waiting for her to tell her why she painted him and Song Yu.

The female classmate said: "This is Cheng Yan from our class and Song Yu from the third year of high school. They are not strangers. They had a lot of trouble some time ago... Cheng Yan, don't get me wrong, what I say below is just for the sake of Sharing your affairs with everyone, not to connotate you."

Cheng Yan didn't want to interrupt her or stop her, he was listening.

The female classmate continued: "I just want to tell you about homosexuality. I know this topic is very sensitive, and many people can't accept it or understand it. I was too. I was disgusted at the first time when someone mentioned same-sex love to me before. The kind that I learned a little bit later, and then I heard some words that I thought were very reasonable, and I felt that my thinking was not correct."

"I didn't have any other intentions to draw this picture. The two of them were having a lot of trouble some time ago, and they were all speculating about their relationship. In fact, if they were changed, I don't think everyone would be so enthusiastic, just because the protagonists were two boys. They will receive special attention. Whether they are real or not, homosexuality is not a sin. We live in an advanced and open era, and our thinking should be synchronized with the times. Love should be free and fearless, heterosexuality or homosexuality. We define it, and we humans have not made any mistakes Touching anyone's interests and not provoking our moral bottom line, are we really that stingy, and we want to crucify this small part of love? The society tolerates us and allows all kinds of personalities to exist. Does it have to be fussy? I personally think that homosexuality is innocent, love is innocent, it is just one of the types of love.”

After the girl finished speaking, there was silence for a long time, no one gags, not all of them listened to it, they were all persuaded, but they felt that this taboo topic was put on the surface, which was a bit inappropriate, and the teacher was still there. ...

However, when the students were frightened and feared that something would happen, a burst of applause rang out and everyone turned their heads, and the first to applaud was their art teacher.

"You said it so well, shouldn't you give me some encouragement?" As soon as the art teacher said this, there was a burst of warm applause. The girl on the stage was shining, and the soul of her thoughts was glowing, passing it on to the students in the classroom. everyone.

Everyone is the protagonist of their own life. Although most people are insignificant to the world, they occasionally illuminate a dark area and realize their own value at a certain stage.

"You remind me of what a story character said," the art teacher walked to the podium, touched the back of the girl's head, and said to the classmates below: "Girls have thoughts, souls, hearts, talents and beauty. , this sentence is probably about you, bravely stand here today to share your opinions, and dare to talk about this topic that is still taboo, you have fully reflected how charming a thoughtful girl can be, and the painting is very good ."

The art teacher clapped her hands, and the female classmate walked down. The art teacher's actions gave the girl strong support.

At that moment, the girl was so bright that Cheng Yan couldn't focus on her paintings, but her sincere eyes. He had met many beautiful girls, but none of them made him feel this kind of admiration. , It's not that she has a filter on her because she painted herself, it's just like the teacher said, thinking girls are charming.

Correct me, Cheng Yan thinks that thoughtful people are very charming, and he may never forget this girl named Luo Qianyi, because she gave him a strong role when they were secretive and talked about. support.

Although he and Song Yu are over.

"Luo Qianyi is fine," Qu Tao said, "I thought she would say some jokes, but it turns out that it's really worth it. Although I don't support homosexuality very much, I'm almost convinced by her. "

After speaking, he looked at Cheng Yan, "It would be better if you and Song Yu were real."

Cheng Yan smiled lightly and did not speak.

The art of this section is impressive, there are laughter and moving, and there are jokes of value, some people are fooling around with jokes, some people lower their expectations and become a blockbuster. It would have been better to hear these words earlier, earlier, he and Song Yu, maybe more than just sneaking.

Zhao Yibai threw him a lollipop, Cheng Yan looked up at him, grabbed it in his hand, he hesitated for a while, and walked out of his seat.

The girl who had just been praised was lowering her head to change her painting, when someone tapped her shoulder lightly, she raised her head and saw Cheng Yan, who was not deeply involved.

She is also the protagonist of her paintings.

Cheng Yan put grape-flavored lollipops on her paintings.

"What's wrong?" Luo Qianyi frowned, looked at the lollipop, and then looked up at Cheng Yan in confusion.

Cheng Yan shook his head slightly: "No, I'll give it to you."

He's been in a low mood these days, until the girl expresses that fresh insight, and for some reason, it may be that the sparkling Joe in the book has come out.

Someone is always healing you unintentionally, even if it's only a few words, even if you don't quite know at the time, why.

But you remember, but you thank.

The author says:

will grow slowly...

From confusion to clarity.

Sometimes walking in the labyrinth of thoughts, immersed in low emotions, unable to untangle this dead knot, not letting go of myself, but occasionally flipping through a book and seeing a sentence, I am full of energy again, giving myself comfort and encouragement , so repeatedly, stumbling and growing.

Maybe this is the charm of life.

May everyone grow up strong in the stumbled life.