I really don't want to be a teacher

The young man paused again, and the charcoal pencil in his hand began to move on the paper again,

It's just that I use my thumb to wipe the pen and ink on the paper more frequently,

After making a few strokes with the charcoal pencil he was holding, he seemed dissatisfied, and wiped the marks on the paper with his thumb.

The sketch paper got a little wrinkled, and the thumb got more carbon dust.

"...You can't say that... A few days ago, when she called in the room, I told her that this time, Teacher Ren gave you a few opportunities to go on stage. You have to Grasp it carefully, don't let your teacher down..."

"...Just let a few people come on stage?"

"...No, there are so many students..."

On the other side, the familiar people in the restaurant were still talking with a smile,

The young man lowered his head, just looking at the sketch paper clamped on the board, and the charcoal pencil he was holding fell down from time to time, as if he was not satisfied, and he used his thumb over and over again to wipe the marks left by the falling strokes,

"...Speaking of which, your daughter has also learned dancing for a long time, right?"

"...No, the teacher said she was talented since she was a child, so she was sent to study all the time..."

Those familiar people spoke again, smiling and continuing to talk.

The young man again used his thumb to wipe away some pen and ink drawn with charcoal on the sketch paper,

The paper became more and more wrinkled, and the movement of wiping the traces on the paper gradually stopped.

The thumb with some carbon dust was resting on the charcoal stick, and then paused again,

The young man buckled the sketch paper clipped on the board and put it on the backpack next to him.

Standing up again, he took out his phone from his pocket.

I scanned the QR code posted on the kitchen wall, and it seemed that I had paid.

At this time, the owner of the restaurant in the back kitchen was coming out of the kitchen with steamed buns.

The young man didn't make a sound, but just turned the phone over to the restaurant owner,

The restaurant owner raised his head and saw the young man's movements, he paused for a moment, then looked at the phone,

"...Okay, okay, I got it, thank you."

The restaurant owner smiled, responded, and walked away.

The young man took back his cell phone, turned around, and walked back to the dining table.

Picking up the sketch paper clipped on the board, and the backpack, he walked out of the restaurant in silence.

……

"...Squeak, squeak."

Glancing at the young man walking away, Lian Ge turned his gaze again,

On the shoulder, the little white mouse was holding the remaining buns, turned its head to look around, stuffed the remaining buns into its mouth, and looked at the buns on the table greedily.

Glancing at the little white mouse, Lian Ge smiled slightly, took a bun and handed it to the little white mouse. The little white mouse stood up on its forelimbs, held it, and fought against the bun.

Looking back, Lian Ge listened to some voices mixed in his ears, and ate some breakfast casually,

"...The little ancestor, he likes to eat pork ribs, let's buy some together later..."

"...Success, I will remember..."

The old couple leaning on the inside smiled again and talked.

"...Old Yang, let's not talk about it for now, we're leaving first, and we have to buy some food that my daughter likes to bring to her, and I have to drive a car..."

"...OK, then go quickly, I won't waste your time."

The acquaintances said a few more words,

The couple hurriedly finished their breakfast and walked away from the restaurant.

……

"Boss, please settle the bill."

In the restaurant, as the meal time passed, there were fewer and fewer people eating.

Turning his gaze, he glanced at the remaining customers in the restaurant, and some pedestrians passed by outside the restaurant,

On the shoulder, the little white mouse, which has already eaten its stomach and is barely paralyzed,

Lian Ge stood up again, touched a banknote, and handed it to the owner of the restaurant,

"...a total of 16 yuan. This is your change."

After taking the money, he casually stuffed it into his pocket, Lian Ge turned around again, and walked out towards the restaurant.

"Let's go."

Outside the restaurant, the pedestrians on the street are still bustling, either in a hurry, or talking in twos and threes,

On the street, the shops are still greeting customers, and the vendors are still busy behind the stalls,

After saying something aloud, Lian Ge moved his foot away again.

"... chee chee, chee chee..."

On the shoulder, the little white mouse that was eating and supporting also barked twice.

"Okay, let's listen to you once."

Hearing the cries of the little white mouse, he chose a direction and walked along the street, one person and one mouse drifting away.

……

"...Don't run so fast, Dad, I can hardly keep up..."

"...Dad, let's go quickly..."

Above the head, the sun, which was blocked by clouds and mist, came out again, and swayed some sunlight on the ground, reflecting the trees on the street and the shadows of passers-by,

Along the road, looking at the sights and people along the way, one person and one mouse walked forward for a certain distance and passed through the city.

Beside him, a child dragged his father and ran away, and ran away to the side.

Looking at the traffic jams on the street, or carrying large and small bags of luggage, or some pedestrians in a hurry,

Lian Ge turned his gaze to the side of the road,

Next to the road is the city's high-speed rail station.

On the square in front of the station, there are some vendors selling snacks.

The taxi driver, who was soliciting business, waited at the exit of the station together with the one who came to pick up people.

People with some luggage are walking towards the high-speed rail station, or people who come to pick up the station, go to various places,

Pedestrians parked in front of the snack stalls, and on the benches under the planted trees in the square in front of the station, many people placed their luggage and rested their feet.

Withdrawing his gaze, he glanced at the chubby shoulders, his stomach had just flattened a bit, and he raised his forelimbs again, turned his head, and looked at the little white mouse at the stall by the side of the square.

"Eat less."

"Squeak, squeak..."

Turning his gaze again, Lian Ge looked at the pedestrians in the square in front of the station, who were either sitting or standing, or walking in a hurry, or talking to each other,

In the square in front of the station, he paused his gaze on a bench beside a flower bed.

On that bench sat a young man,

There is a backpack at the feet, one hand is holding the sketch paper clipped on the board, and the other hand is holding a stick of charcoal,

Looking down at the sketch paper, the charcoal sticks fell from time to time, silent, as if drawing something on the paper,

The person on the bench is the young man I met in the restaurant earlier,

Looking at the street again, Lian Ge moved his feet away and walked towards the young man.

Walked up to the bench,

The young man was sitting next to the edge of the bench, didn't seem to notice anyone approaching, still buried his head, holding the charcoal, and drawing on the sketch paper.

Looking at this young man again,

Lian Ge turned his gaze away, and sat down casually on the empty seat beside the bench.

Chapter 848 Draw in the Spotlight

"...Brother, where are you going... Let's take a car, get on the car and go, the car is parked in the parking lot, you can go down there..."

"...Grilled sausage skewers and fried potatoes...Milk tea, fruit tea, soy milk..."

A gust of breeze blows across the square, bringing with it the mixed sounds of vendors hawking, and the voices of passers-by approaching, slightly shaking the branches and leaves of trees surrounded by flower beds behind the benches, and making some rustling sounds,

Listening to the mixed voices ringing in my ears, I glanced at the bustling people passing by in front of the benches and in the square, or hurried to the high-speed rail station with large bags or small bags, or walked briskly, at the same time The passerby who came to pick up the station and said something,

Turning his gaze again, sitting on this bench, Lian Ge glanced at the young man on the other side of the bench again,

The young man still buried his head, as if he didn't notice the passers-by in front of him, and he didn't notice Lian Ge sitting on the bench next to him.

It seems to be immersed in the picture drawn on the sketch paper sandwiched between the boards,

The charcoal sticks that I pinched fell on the paper from time to time.

Under the young man's pen, the sketch paper seems to have changed,

There is no previous handwriting written on it, and there is no wrinkled and dirty trace after the previous thumb wiped it,

It's just that the hand holding the charcoal stick is still stained with carbon dust that hasn't been washed off.

On the newly changed paper, the scene of the painting has just begun, and the lines drawn by the charcoal pencil held by the young man can barely be seen, which seems to be the appearance of a stage.

Looking at the scene gradually outlined on the paper by the young man's pen, Lian Ge didn't say anything.

Turning his gaze again, he looked at some pedestrians passing by in front of the bench and on the square, and listened to the voices blowing with the breeze.

……

"...It will be a while before I come back. I saw the sign of the high-speed rail station. It will take a while for him to get there by that train..."

"...Hey, come out, come out...here..."

"...I'm tired from the road...then we'll go back, your mother is still cooking in the house..."

Above the head, the sun is covered by clouds and mist from time to time, and then drills out from time to time, gradually climbing into the sky,

From time to time, some people rushed to the high-speed rail station and walked into the high-speed rail station one after another.

Some people who came to pick up the station, picked up some people one after another, and walked away everywhere.

The young man still buried his head in silence, holding the charcoal pencil, and just kept writing strokes on the paper from time to time,

The picture drawn on the paper is gradually being outlined,

First there is a stage, the arrangement on the stage seems to be very gorgeous, beside the stage, it can be vaguely seen that there are some accompanists sitting,

On the stage, a blank space seems to be a spotlight from the top, illuminating a place on the stage,

Just in the spotlight, but empty.

Under the stage, there are bustling figures sitting,

Those in the back row could only see some faint traces, while in the front row they could see a few silhouettes, but they couldn't see their faces clearly.

It's just that they all seem to be sideways, or talking to the people next to them, and no one pays attention to the place where the spotlight is shining on the stage.

What is painted seems to be a corner of a stage.

After drawing another spectator in the front row, the young man's brushstrokes stopped.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge took another look at the young man's painting,

On the painting, the place where the audience in the front row should be outlined, there is still some white space, and under the spotlight on the stage, there is no depiction of the people who should perform on the stage.

On the other side of the stage, it seems that it should be the place under the stage, and there are some empty spaces without paintings.

At this moment, the stick of charcoal held by the young man was touching the blank space where some audience members in the front row should be drawn. He paused for a long time,

Looking at the blank space again, he was silent and paused for a long time, and the young man put down his brush strokes again,