born stubborn

"Fuck, hahaha..." The boys from class 8 who followed Yang Wei laughed at the little bastard he drew, "The picture is really ugly".

The few students from class 7 who were still in the studio stared in disgust, but because they were afraid of the tall boys in class 8, no one dared to speak out.

At this moment, Yuan Yang came in.

Yuan Yang went straight to his drawing board, glanced at the strange things on the drawing paper, and looked coldly at Yang Wei who was still sitting on his stool.

Yang Wei was taken aback by his cold eyes, his body froze, he quickly stood up and stepped aside, and asked awkwardly, "Your?"

"Wipe it for me!" Yuan Yang stared at Yang Wei, who was more than 10 centimeters taller than him, without fear.

Dare to draw little bastards on his works, it's doomed!

Hearing that something was wrong with the voice, Liang Yue turned his head and looked this way. After seeing what was going on, he quickly got up and took a piece of plasticine, and came over to help Yuan Yang wipe it off, "Brother Wei, you idiot, hurry up and get out .”

Yuan Yang stopped Liang Yue with his hands, grabbed his plasticine and threw it on the ground, "Whoever drew it will wipe it!"

"Why are you dragging?" Yang Wei couldn't get off the stage, blushing and shouted: "Fuck, what are you so awesome about?"

Yuan Yang's anger was instantly ignited by Yang Wei.

Liang Yue felt that something was going to happen, so he quickly turned around and pushed Yang Wei out, "Get the fuck out of here."

"Fuck!" Yuan Yang's fist was already smashing towards Yang Wei's kiwi-shaped head in a rage.

With a muffled bang, Yang Wei actually caught Yuan Yang's fist, and pushed Yuan Yang back hard, "My mother didn't like you yesterday."

Yuan Yang took a step back and stood firm, without saying a word, he punched him hard again.

Unfortunately, when Liang Yue turned around, Yuan Yang's second punch hit the innocent Liang Yue's face by mistake.

The pots, pans and pans were pounding in his brain together, and the sweet, bitter, spicy and salty also rushed out from Liang Yue's senses, mixed with two sticky nosebleeds, Liang Yue bent down in pain, and tears flowed uncontrollably full face.

Yang Wei jumped up, jumped towards Yuan Yang, and yelled: "Fuck, you uncle, you dare to beat Liang Yue, I will kill you!"

Yuan Yang didn't show weakness, Zhengchou had no place to vent his pent-up anger, so he jumped up and put on airs with Yang Wei.

Yang Wei, who looks like a brown bear, is on the bar of Yuan Yang, who is of normal size, and he has the aura of tonnage that can crush him out of shit by throwing him down.

But Yuan Yang didn't grow up eating vegetables and buns, and he didn't get into fights once or twice when he was a child.

Not to mention his skinny figure when he was dressed and undressed, but he still understands the fighting skills of fighting a thousand catties.

When girls fight, they scratch at random, while when boys fight, they punch hard. When you punch and kick, there is a thumping sound when you move, which is very heroic.

The boys from class 8 who followed Yang Wei saw that Yang Wei couldn't beat Yuan Yang, so they also began to go up and grab Yuan Yang cursingly, bumped into the surrounding easels, and fell to the ground like a domino.

Frightened, some students from class 7 of the United States hurried over to help the painting shelf, but they dared not step forward to stop the fight.

This is how the brats fight, and they can do big things even if they are farts. This group of people squeezed into a ball became like crabs in a basket, making it difficult to tell which crab belonged to which arm and leg.

Yuan Yang is one-to-many, and he didn't suffer much.

It was Liang Yue who was the only one standing in the middle, because he had been protecting Yuan Yang, not only couldn't stop them, but he was punched several times, so angry that he yelled hysterically, "Stop the fuck!"

It was so loud that it literally stopped them.

Liang Yue's face was full of tears and smeared nosebleeds, he frowned, turned around and kicked Yang Wei fiercely, pointed at the studio door and shouted, "Get out!"

After shouting, he turned around and faced Yuan Yang, and said apologetically, "Yuan Yang, stop beating, I apologize to you on his behalf, I'm sorry."

Yuan Yang's anger was not vented, but looking at Liang Yue whose face was covered in blood, he couldn't get angry at all.

After all, Liang Yue had been protecting him during the scuffle just now.

Hao Tian rushed over after hearing the news, went into the studio to see, immediately became angry, put her hands on her hips and yelled angrily: "Students from class 8, whoever let you into our studio, get out!"

Yang Wei saw that he was the monitor of Class 7 of the United States. He was afraid of causing trouble, so he greeted his classmates and left cursing.

Hao Tian ran to Liang Yue, wiped his face with a roll of toilet paper, and asked angrily, "Liang Yue, who beat you? I'll find their homeroom teacher."

Liang Yue took the toilet paper in her hand and wiped it himself, "Don't complain, we are all friends."

Yuan Yang was disgusted when he heard this, he didn't understand that Liang Yue would be friends with someone like Yang Wei.

Is there any use for this kind of brainless and second-hand friend?

Liang Yue wiped his face a few times, and didn't bother to wash in the bathroom, so he found another piece of plasticine and came over to help Yuan Yang wipe off the little bastard on the drawing paper.

Yuan Yang didn't appreciate it, so he blocked him, and with a backhand stab, he tore off the drawing paper from the drawing board, neatly packed up the drawing tools, and left the studio.

Liang Yue silently watched Yuan Yang's leaving back, and squeezed the plasticine in his hand into flat pieces.

This day was very unpleasant, Yuan Yang didn't want to go back to Xia Weichu's house for the time being, so instead of taking the subway, he carried his schoolbag and walked aimlessly along the street.

It's so empty, so empty, the kind of empty where there's nothing left.

Stubborn heart, the kind of emptiness that has nowhere to rest.

The mobile phone suddenly rang a message prompt, Yuan Yang took it out to see, it was from his mother, there were only three short words,

[Lack of money? ]

Yuan Yang's eyes suddenly turned red.

He remembered that his father used to send such messages, and the content was not just three words, but a lot of words of encouragement and concern for him. At that time, he still felt that his father was complaining and impatient.

But now, I can no longer see that kind of complaint. The complaint has been replaced by my mother, and I can't understand the short three words of family affection.

Sadness, often in lonely moments that need to be comforted.

Yuan Yang's knees softened, and he squatted on the ground weakly.

There is a fork in the road ahead, and two roads diverge, one facing east and one facing south.

Yuan Yang forgot how to go back to the home that was not his.

He squatted there, looking down at the two rows of footprints he had left on the edge of the fork, shallow, maybe a gust of wind blew, and he couldn't see them.

What are you drawing?Isn’t that what happens when people live?

The footprints left by the front feet will disappear with time and the unstoppable wind will not leave any traces, and they will not be able to stay.

What is a dream, Yuan Yang doesn't seem to know it anymore.

Whether it's grievances, anger, hard work, everything, in Yuan Yang's eyes at this moment, they all lose their value.

The frustrated young man desperately wanted to remove all the heavy burdens he was carrying, in a self-destructive way.

A drop of unconscious liquid dripped from Yuan Yang's eyes, without any warning, it fell in the middle of a footprint,

And there, there was a little black thing crawling.

Yuan Yang took a deep breath, wiped his face vigorously, and looked closely at the little black thing, it turned out to be a big ant with wings.

There was a layer of soil on the back of the big ant, the left wing was broken in half, and it was staggering as it crawled, it must have been trampled by Yuan Yang.

Ants with wings are either male ants with great fighting power in the ant colony, or princess ants waiting to mate and become queens. Anyway, they are the best in the ant colony.

And the one in front of him, no matter how good it was, if its wings were broken, it would be useless.

Yuan Yang originally wanted to press it to death, so that it could be reincarnated happily, and become a normal and excellent ant in the next life.

He stared at it for a while, and saw that although it had broken wings, it was struggling to crawl forward, disdainful of being pitifully reluctant to let go, strong and stubborn.

Yuan Yang suddenly changed his mind.

No matter how humble a life is, as long as it doesn't give in, it deserves to be respected.

Yuan Yang took out a roll of double-sided tape for drawing paper from his schoolbag, tore off a little bit with his fingernails, pinched the big ant on his fingertips, and carefully glued the broken wing on it with double-sided tape up.

"Climb, you can do it."

Yuan Yang smiled awkwardly, and put it in the safe grass.

A bicycle came crookedly, and when the rider saw Yuan Yang, he couldn't stop the brakes. As if aiming, he directly hit Yuan Yang, and fell heavily on the curb.

"Ah! Fuck, sorry sorry, sorry."

The person who fell on the ground didn't care about his own pain, so he quickly got up, ran over to help Yuan Yang up, bowed down and apologized in embarrassment.

A strong smell of alcohol filled the surroundings, it seemed that this person had drunk too much.

Just now, Yuan Yang was bumped into his knee because he was squatting, and his knee was swollen and painful. He raised his head and stared at the person who bumped him in disgust. He wanted to get angry, but suddenly held back.

The person who bumped into him was a boy about his age. He was very handsome, with three-dimensional facial features and clear eyebrows. He had a small face and slightly long hair.

Yuan Yang was not so surprised by his handsomeness that he didn't lose his temper, but he saw a dazzling swollen purple area next to his full forehead, which must have been knocked on the curb just now, and if it was more serious, he might die.

The man also noticed the displeased expression on Yuan Yang's face, but he didn't mind and asked in a gentle voice: "Dude, is it important? How about I take you to the hospital?"

I almost sacrificed myself, and only cared about others, Yuan Yang failed to vent his anger, shook his head and said: "Forget it, it's okay."

Then the man touched his forehead, exhaled, and said with a smile: "Yeah, I didn't succeed in escaping, I'm a birthday star."

Yuan Yang laughed when he heard this sentence.

The man looked at Yuan Yang's smile, his face blushed inexplicably, and reminded him: "Brother, try to walk and see if there is nothing wrong with your legs."

Yuan Yang took a step forward and almost fell down, his knee was numb and painful, as if he couldn't bend it anymore.

The man quickly supported him, looked at the school uniform on his body, and said, "You're from No. [-] Middle School? Come with me."

Yuan Yang limped and was helped to a nearby shop.

This store is not big, sandwiched between a canteen and a cake shop, there is no signboard.

The man took out a key from his trouser pocket, pushed on the rolling gate, helped Yuan Yang inside, and found a sofa to sit down on.

The inside of the store is messy, it looks like it is being renovated, there are rows of copper hooks on the scraped white walls, it can't be seen what kind of business it is used for.

The man first handed Yuan Yang a bottle of mineral water, and then searched for things, "My name is Chen Xing, and I used to be in No. [-] Middle School. I studied music. I dropped out of school after finishing my first year of high school the year before last."