Into the painting

"Zhang Yuan, your modern history teacher looks so abstract and antique, why does he add a sentence after every sentence, don't you know, don't you know~ It's strange..." Bai Mo Lying on the desk, dangling his legs, he concentrated on studying the appearance of this modern history teacher, and what Zhang Yuan saw was that the clean and beautiful white ink was being turned over by the teacher who looked like a monument again and again. Passed through, and then Bai Mo turned his head and looked at himself with a bit of annoyance and said awkwardly, "It feels so strange to be passed through by him."

Zhang Yuan felt that he was not well.

Bai Mo always wandered around Zhang Yuan's classroom. I remember that the first time I saw him in the classroom, Zhang Yuan was quite frightened. At that time, Zhang Yuan fell into a coma because he couldn't bear the teacher's hypnotic tone. , I suddenly felt something lightly sweeping across my cheeks in the mist, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a white black cat squatting on the table next to me, still looking at me with a smile on my face, and then the students next to me focused on Looking at the position of Bai Mo's chest, Zhang Yuan didn't know what kind of psychology it was, so Zhang Yuan shouted in Bai Mo's direction, "What do you want?"

After being threatened by the teacher, I saw the classmate next to me sleepwalking and turned to myself and said, "Listen to the class..."

Then Bai Mo deliberately widened his eyes in shock and said, "Listen to the class..."

Zhang Yuan smiled helplessly at the classmate sitting next to him and stopped talking to Bai Mo. Bai Mo, who didn't get attention, caused all kinds of troubles in the classroom. Of course, Zhang Yuan was the only one who could feel such troubles.

Bai Mo would perform lingbo microsteps on the heads of every classmate in front of Zhang Yuan, and would twist his buttocks at every classmate who was concentrating on studying, and even ran to the podium to bump shoulders with the teacher on purpose, covering his body after being pierced She hugged her chest, stomped her feet like a little daughter-in-law, and then kept winking at herself. In fact, Zhang Yuan was amused by him every time, but every time this kind of smile spread to the corner of his mouth, he would be stifled , The cognition of "white ink is a ghost" forced Wu Fan to remind himself time and time again, not to approach him, you are not the same kind.

The turning point of the relationship between the two was an unexpected student fight in the underground passage in the evening. Zhang Yuan guessed from the very beginning that maybe the painting was the place where the white ink parasitized, just like a human body, so when Zhang Yuan saw Bai Mo’s desperate Zhang Yuan was not surprised at all when he was desperately trying to protect the painting among the crazy crowd.

But what surprised Zhang Yuan was Bai Mo's eyes that brightened the moment he found himself, and the sentence "Zhang Yuan, help me!" that blurted out, as carefully as if he had caught a life-saving spider's silk in the desperate sea.

But Zhang Yuan chose to turn around, leaving Bai Mo with an infinitely desperate back.At that moment, Zhang Yuan seemed to hear the sound of his own heart beating, and that shallow sigh that brought everything back to the original point... All of this, it should be like this...

Bai Mo, I don't owe you anything, go away.

The moment Zhang Yuan turned around, Bai Mo lost his reaction. The result that he never expected, at that moment, Bai Mo hated him.

Hate makes people lose themselves, and makes ghosts ugly, but when more and more hostility gathered around Bai Mo, Zhang Yuan came back, bringing the school security with him.

Zhang Yuan only took one look at the half-blackened Bai Mo, then turned around and rushed towards the painting, then stood in front of the painting, kicked away a few students who accidentally leaned over, Zhang Yuan turned his head and smiled apologetically at Bai Mo, " Sorry I'm late."

Come late fart!Bai Mo thought angrily, you obviously want me to fend for myself!But still very touched, the figure who just returned couldn't be more handsome!

Looking at Bai Mo's idiot biting his lower lip and shaking his chin, Zhang Yuan felt extremely guilty, he was really an asshole!

After the students making trouble were taken to the police room by the security guards, the underground passage became quiet. The lights that gradually came on made Zhang Yuan cast shadows on the ground, but Bai Mo did not.Bai Mo, who was leaning against the wall, looked at Zhang Yuan who was standing opposite him and didn't want to speak. After a long silence, Zhang Yuan said, "I'm sorry."

Bai Mo laughed, mockingly, "They're all gone, why come back?"

Zhang Yuan couldn't explain it, because there was no reason at all, so he had to say "I'm sorry."

Bai Mo sighed and stopped asking, turned to look at the dark world outside the entrance of the underground passage, "If you don't come back, I will really kill everyone in the underground passage, including you who ran away."

Zhang Yuan couldn't speak, so he could only respond in a low voice.Bai Mo looked at Zhang Yuan, his dark eyes seemed to be splashed with ink.

"During the five years I was trapped here, I almost turned black because of loneliness countless times, but every time I comforted myself, wait, wait, there will always be hope..."

At this moment, there seemed to be some fragments that came back to life through this sentence, "Live! Live! As long as you persist, there will always be hope!" Bai Mo shouted this sentence hoarsely, Zhang Yuan saw himself kicking Bai Mo's legs and Bai Mo's anxious and consoling face constantly struggling in the water...

"Zhang Yuan, when I saw you, I thought it was you who could talk to each other, rely on you, and talk to you...but..."

"Rely on me, Bai Mo, it's okay." Zhang Yuan walked in front of Bai Mo, tried to drive away the strange images in his mind, and then smiled, "I will accompany you from now on."

Bai Mo lowered his head, smiled bitterly, responded with "um" and then fell silent.

But Zhang Yuan, why is it you, my container, why is it you...