After school in No. 6 Middle School, the playground is the busiest. Sometimes the boys don’t even bother to eat dinner and go to the basketball court to occupy a seat. Xu Sheng also played occasionally, but his role was not only to play. It was this man who led a group of people to push open the iron mesh gate of the basketball court, and walked lazily inside with a bottle of water. No one in the school dared to snatch the basket with him.

Xu Sheng went to the playground to show his face, sitting with his legs bent on the edge of the flower bed, watching Zhang Feng miss a three-step layup with his very amateur layup technique, and booed twice along with the boos from the crowd.

Zhang Feng jumped up and down on the court, it was not interesting.

Xu Sheng looked far away, left the bustling crowd, and landed on the road across the road from the basketball court to the boys' dormitory building. The boy in school uniform was carrying a bag on one shoulder, and one ear was stuffed. Headphones only, walking towards the station.

Xu Shengxin said that there are so many people in the school who wear school uniforms, and the school uniform he is at the same table is really recognizable at a glance.

The English recitation in Shao Zhan's earphones was interrupted for two seconds, and then a clear message tone appeared in the earphones.

He swiped away the phone screen.

S: saw you.

S: I'm in the playground, look back.

Shao Zhan stopped, as usual, he must have directly expressed the six words "do you think I care about you" with his actions, and after becoming Xu Sheng, he has the name of a school bully, his memories of the past and those people and things in the past. All of a sudden it swept towards him.

The news came as a surprise.

Although Xu Sheng didn't ask much and changed the subject at the right time, Xu Sheng was sometimes more sensitive than he imagined. This keenness came from his observation of people, and it was completely different from the casualness that appeared on the surface.

However, the word "turn back" seemed to have some kind of magic power, and Shao Zhan looked up.

Summer days are long and nights are short. The sun has not yet started to set, the sun is burning hot.

When Xu Sheng sat there, he looked even more ostentatious than those basketball players.

He was holding a bottle of water in his hand, and the hem of his clothes was blown up by the wind. Usually, the earrings were not conspicuous in the classroom, but the earrings folded out under the light. Seeing Shao Zhan turning back, Xu Sheng smiled, Sora waved at him.

S: See you next week.

Shao Zhan reminded him: the results will be released next week.

S: ...

Xu Sheng was planning to say something back.

Zhang Feng stepped back from the field and wiped his sweat with the hem of his school uniform: "Did that girl across from me look at me just now?"

Xu Sheng returned to his senses: "What girl?"

"Didn't I just ask you to help me keep an eye on it," Zhang Feng said anxiously, "Just the one on the opposite playground, the one with two braids, she is in the class next to us in the first year of high school, and you don't care about your brother's life-long affairs. "

"You're chasing too many people, how can I remember them all?" Xu Sheng dared not say that he patronized his tablemates and forgot about it at all, "Just for your layup, you still beg to heaven. She didn't look at you just now."

Zhang Feng choked, and realized that the direction of Xu Shengjing was obviously not right. He followed the direction and said, "No, what were you looking at just now?"

"..." Xu Sheng said, holding the water bottle, "I didn't see anything."

"I didn't see anything you..."

Halfway through Zhang Feng's words, he also saw Na Mo's school uniform: "Student God?"

Xu Sheng unscrewed the water bottle, raised his head and took a sip of water, intending to confuse the topic, but Zhang Feng sat down beside him, as if remembering something, and patted Xu Sheng's shoulder solemnly: "Speaking of learning God, I was too embarrassed to ask you about that last time, but later I found that I really couldn’t ask…”

Xu Sheng was taken aback by him.

The man's sixth sense told him that nine times out of ten, it was a sequelae of the body swap, which was related to his previous nonsense manipulation.

Sure enough, Zhang Feng said, "It's the Tieba thing. Actually, you can feel it. I think Xue Shen likes you."

The power of these words is no less than that of yesterday's thunder, and the saliva in Xu Sheng's mouth almost didn't come out.

Xu Sheng spoke very hard later: "What do you think... what?"

Zhang Feng: "Isn't that obvious enough, Xue Shen, a person who hardly plays Tieba, wrote a small composition of more than 500 words for you, with charming eyes like peach blossoms - don't talk to me about hacking or hacking, I still don't understand that others don't know, I beg Meng Guowei to want to be at the same table with you, and to help you study, this is not clear enough? And on the day of the fight in the Internet cafe, I finally figured out why he rushed over in a hurry! "

He is not.

He didn't.

But Xu Sheng was powerless to argue.

After the exchange, he really felt what Shao Zhan's character design had been to him.

Xu Sheng's speechless response gave Zhang Feng more confidence. He felt that he was amazing, and the biggest secret of Linjiang No. 6 Middle School was broken by him: "Okay, I know there are some things I shouldn't break, after all It's your personal business."

Xu Sheng interrupted: "No... this matter may be different from what you imagined."

Zhang Feng's eyes were full of certainty: "I understand. What are you afraid of? I won't say it."

"..."

Brother, I am really afraid of you.

Xu Sheng finally sighed: "Fuck you, go play ball, get out."

Zhang Feng played with the ball in his arms.

Xu Sheng sat on the basketball court for a while, and before the sky gradually darkened, he opened WeChat and read the phrase "come back at the weekend" again.

Then he threw the water bottle into the trash can, and then got up.

"boom"!

A parabola swept across, and it was thrown just right.

I haven't returned home after a month, and the community is still the same, with more green plants, and two rows of plane trees are planted on both sides of the road entering the community. The residential area is located on the edge of the urban area of ​​C City, so it will not be too lively and the environment is quiet.

Xu opened the door, and the light at the entrance was on.

When he got home, the woman had just returned from the company, wearing a black vertical-striped suit, concise and capable, her long hair was slightly curly, and she was on the phone facing the window: "No problem, Mr. Xue, I will ask someone to change the report tonight... I'm so sorry, I should have been more careful, there shouldn't be such a mistake."

Xu Sheng passed the living room, and knocked twice on the door of the dining room, not too lightly or not, as a notification that she was here.

Xu Yaping said a few more words before hanging up.

Xu Sheng originally poured himself a glass of water, and when she saw her hanging up the phone, he pushed the glass of water in front of her, and then leaned back in the chair.

On the table are home-cooked meals packed from nearby restaurants.

Xu Yaping said, "Suddenly there was work to do, and I didn't have time to buy food, so I ordered takeout."

The woman looks like a typical working woman. She looks very similar to Xu Sheng, especially her eyes, but the shape of a woman's eyes is not as sharp as that of a teenager. Except for the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, the years have hardly left any traces on her body, and anyone who sees it will think that this is a very beautiful woman.

Coming out of the busy working state, the woman's face is tired.

Xu Yaping spoke with a toughness that she had honed in the workplace without knowing it: "I heard that you took the test yesterday, how was it?"

Xu Sheng didn't care either, he picked up a chopstick and said, "Let's do it like that, with normal performance, there is still more than 100 points of room for improvement."

Others take more than 100 exams. There is still more than 100 points of room for improvement.

Xu Yaping: "..."

Xu Yaping held the chopsticks, but didn't move for a long time. She seemed to endure it again and again, and finally put down the chopsticks and took the initiative to break through the seemingly normal atmosphere: "Are you still thinking about—"

"Clap". Before she could finish her words, Xu Sheng also put down his chopsticks.

The air seemed to suddenly stand still.

It was so heavy that one could hardly breathe.

Neither of them mentioned that word, but it was no different from saying it.

In this cramped air, Xu Sheng subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to unbutton his school uniform, only to remember that he was no longer Shao Zhan, nor was he wearing a school uniform.

After a while, Xu Sheng got up, opened his mouth and said, "Mom, I'm full, you can eat it yourself."

Xu Yaping did not speak, she held back, her fingernails were almost digging into her flesh. She was happy when Xu Sheng came back. She was half regretful for her impatient temper and made a good meal like this. : "You stop, where do you want to go."

Xu Yaping also stood up, and the two faced each other across the dining table: "I know you are still blaming me, even hating me, hating me for interfering with you. But you are still young, and your understanding of the world and society is not sound..."

"I'm going out for a walk, if you call me back just to tell me this," Xu Sheng said indifferently, "We probably don't need to sit here and eat together, and don't ask around the corner next time. Meng Guowei, what have I been doing recently?"

His current state is the same as when he was called by Meng Guowei for the first time after the physical examination.

After Xu Sheng finished speaking, he opened the door.

Xu Yaping is a single mother. She is usually busy with work most of the time. Faced with the pressure of survival, she cannot take care of many things. Since Xu Sheng was a child, as long as she came home late, Xu Sheng was entrusted to a private studio downstairs in the community.

The studio is not big, and there are only a dozen students in total. The studio is opened by an art teacher. Xu Yaping remembers that when the teacher first praised "this child is talented", she didn't take it seriously.

In Xu Yaping's view, how can painting be a serious job? If he likes it, no one will stop him from painting in his spare time.

She just wanted the child to be stable...

Facing the vacant seat opposite, Xu Yaping sighed helplessly. Due to all kinds of fatigue, she slowly closed her eyes.

Xu Sheng said he was going out for a walk, but he actually didn't know where he was going. He stood on the side of the street and walked around twice. He took out his phone to check the time. After unlocking it, the sketch on the phone screen came into view.

The signature beneath this pixelated date is an S.

Xu Sheng didn't know why he went back to the old neighborhood before the move.

The studio downstairs in the community is still the same. The door of the studio was half-open, and a group of new students had just received. Xu Sheng approached the door and heard the teacher explain the basic pen-holding posture: "Let's hold the pen, which is different from the writing gesture. Use our thumb and index finger to hold this pen, the pen Hold it in the palm of your hand, and press the ball of your thumb against the barrel of the pen... Yes, we mainly teach holding the pen and flexing cables in this class."

There is also a compartment in the studio, which is an open room. Usually, there will be students who have studied painting in the studio for many years to come and paint in private. If they are not finished, they will be placed in the compartment. Therefore, this compartment is also nicknamed. "Advanced Room".

A sketch or oil painting can be painted for a week, and the precision is astounding.

It is completely beyond the cognition of those students who just learned to draw.

It's like you're still learning stave, and people have already gone to the concert hall.

The teacher is a woman in her 40s. She has a slender figure, a white dress and long straight hair. When she spoke, she said softly, "Each person will be given a piece of drawing paper. The key point of this class is to practice the wiring."

Xu Sheng stood at the door and did not go in.

Or the woman gave the classmates a demonstration, got up and sorted out the drawing paper, pasted the content of the demonstration on the blackboard, and only saw him when she looked back: "Xu Sheng?"

Xu Sheng walked in: "Aunt Kang."

Xu Sheng has been called this since he was a child. Aunt Kang smiled and couldn't help but look at him a few more times: "Are you busy with your high school studies? I haven't seen you for a long time."

Xu Sheng: "It's alright, I'll come nearby... to buy something, I'll stop by and see you."

"It happens that Xiao Kai is inside." How could Aunt Kang not know that "buying something" was just an excuse. When the mother and son of the Xu family made such a fuss, she didn't have the position to say more, and pointed to the cubicle, "He was talking about you a while ago, He must be glad you came."

Kang Kai is the son of Aunt Kang, who is a few months younger than Xu Sheng. It can be regarded as a friendship growing up in the studio since childhood. The last time the two contacted was when Kang Kai went to the "Xinghai Cup" selection.

It was just Kang Kai's unilateral contact, and Xu Sheng didn't reply to those few messages.

After hearing the sound of "Xu Sheng", Kang Kai threw down his paintbrush and came out. He looked Zhou Zheng, but he was not tall. Seeing that it was really Xu Sheng, he quickly pulled the person closer to the cubicle: "Mom, go to class, that painting You don't need to change it, I'll ask Brother Sheng to change it for me."

"That's how you entertained me," Xu Sheng picked out a sharpened pencil in the pencil case, "as soon as you come, let me change the painting for you."

Kang Kai: "It's not like you don't know about my mother. She's usually fine, but when she's fierce, she's like a tigress."

Xu Sheng's eyes fell on the portrait on the easel, and he adjusted his local body structure.

"No wonder my mother always dislikes me and asks me to learn more from you," Xu Sheng caught Kang Kai's body deviation, which he hadn't researched for a long time on the drawing paper, "...are you still human? Are our hands constructed? Different."

It's not clear that the hand structure is different, but Xu Sheng has long fingers and looks better than others.

Xu Sheng said, "Don't feel inferior, diligence can make up for your clumsiness."

Kang Kai: "Fuck."

Xu Sheng: "Face the gap between people and turn grief and anger into motivation."

Kang Kai: "Okay, stop talking."

Kang Kai asked again, "The last time I sent you a message, you didn't reply."

Xu Sheng said casually, "The school is strictly controlled."

Kang Kai thought about it too, Linjiang No. 6 Middle School is notoriously strict.

Xu Sheng couldn't stay here for too long. After changing the structure, he emphasized the light and shade again. Then he loosened his hand and dropped the pencil into the pen tray: "You draw it yourself, I'll go out and wash your hands."

In addition to Kang Kai, there was another classmate who was painting colors in the cubicle, and that classmate frequently looked at them when Xu Sheng came in.

There is no other reason.

Kang Kai, who said, "Are our hands different?" is a recognized painting god in the studio. Usually, he is the only one who helps people change their paintings. Although it is not yet time for the exam, he is drawn to participate in art at his current level. In the joint entrance examination, the results can be easily stabilized in the top ten in the city, and it is like an open and hanging existence in the studio.

Not to mention the Xinghai Cup painting competition a month ago, where he won the first prize.

That was a competition judged by Master Yang!

"Painting God," the classmate was really curious, and asked when he was brushing his pen, "Who is he? Is he from our studio? Is he amazing?"

Kang Kai's tone was casual, but what he said was completely different. He remembered that at the "Xinghai Cup" painting competition, Master Yang Mingzong chased him as if he wanted to beg him to tell him who the person who changed the painting was, and said, "I If it is a painting god, then there may be no words to describe the man just now. Let’s put it this way, if that man takes the joint entrance examination, the city’s number one person is estimated to have to be replaced.”