XNUM X night

Plagiarism.

The highest floor of the Leli Building is connected to the huge roof. There are some old tables and chairs piled up in the corner, and there are messy graffiti on the stone wall.This place is a bit different from other places in the academy, it is disorganized, so few people come here on their own initiative.

Ye Siran came all the way here out of curiosity.

But he likes it here.Because walking two steps forward, you can see the landmark buildings of Xicheng.And on the first floor of that office building is Sang Yintian's studio.

Sang Yintian...

Thinking of this, Ye Siran couldn't help calling him.Soon, Sang Yintian's slightly lazy voice came from the receiver, just listening to it made people feel comfortable.

"Brother Xiaoye, why did you remember to call me at noon?" Sang Yintian laughed twice on the other end of the phone. Hearing this voice, he felt at ease.

As if everything in this city had slowed down, Ye Siran closed her eyes and took a breath, and finally took a deep breath and smiled lightly.

"What are you giggling about again?" Sang Yintian finally put down his pen, leaned against the glass window, and stared at the magnolia tree outside the window. "It's past 12:[-], have you had lunch yet?"

"Well, the food in the school cafeteria is not bad, and it suits my taste." Ye Siran suddenly thought of what the principal asked him to do in the morning, sniffed, and pressed his right hand on the fence of the roof, "By the way, the principal today Tell me, I want you to come to our school to give an art lecture next week, let me ask if you have time?"

"Art lectures?" Sang Yintian had only heard inspirational stories about the impact of artistic souls in the audience when he was studying abroad.

But he never thought that one day he would stand on that high platform and become an excellent artist in the eyes of others.

He bit his lower lip lightly, pretending to think, "Well... But I have only held my own art exhibition since I graduated. Art lectures... I really don't have much experience. Besides, I don't know what to give to you. What should this group of music students talk about?"

"I don't know what to talk about...Then, tell us about each of your previous paintings. How about it?" Ye Siran had his own selfishness. He knew that Sang Yintian didn't have much experience in these things, so he told us in advance. Helped Baidu with the most basic process and content of art lectures.

But listening to lectures is false, and wanting to see a boyfriend is real.

"Your boy has arranged for me properly, can I refuse?" Sure enough, Sang Yintian on the other end of the phone couldn't help laughing again, "I...Brother Yintian! Why do you refuse such a thing? , I think it’s pretty good! Besides, I just want to go to Xiaoye’s brother’s school...to feel the power and charm of music, right? Xiao-ye-di-di-di--"

The ending of the female voice in the receiver was very long.

It was Xiaohan's voice.From the looks of it, Sang Yintian was most likely busy drawing again, so he didn't bother to lift his phone and turned on the speaker.

Ye Sizan froze for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to block the sun above his head, and deliberately raised the volume. "Sister Han, let's make an agreement. No matter what happens next week, you have to bring Sangsang to our school, and you have to cheat him."

Why are these words so familiar?Sang Yintian frowned, subconsciously pressed his temple.

"Brother Xiaoye, don't worry, if he dares to resist, I'll tie him up and send him to your school... Hey, don't do it, brother Yintian, I'm just kidding—"

Xiaohan's volume suddenly dropped a lot, and it sounded like a long distance away.Ye Siran guessed that she should have been kicked out of the studio by Sang Yintian.

"Sangsang...the principal—" Ye Sizan lowered his head and touched the ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

"Okay, okay, I see..." Sang Yintian looked sullen, wiped off the paint on his fingers, picked up the phone again, and put it next to his ear.Ye Siran's voice was much clearer, he shrugged his shoulders, and laughed again. "Master Ye Xiao's request, if I refuse, it will be more or less ignorant, isn't it?"

Ye Siran knew that Sang Yintian would not refuse, he said "hmm", sighed softly, closed his eyes and let the afternoon breeze blow on his face.In fact, he wanted to tell Sang Yintian very much, but in fact, the call was just because he missed him so much.

But judging from Sang Yintian's temperament, there is a high probability that he will laugh and say that he is hypocritical.And he couldn't see or touch it, even if he said it, it was useless.

So, Ye Sizan choked back the words that came to his lips.

The wind in the afternoon began to carry a trace of hot flashes, Ye Sizan slowly raised his arms and stretched, "Sangsang, is summer coming?"

"Well, soon." Sang Yintian's voice was very soft. He stood in front of the window and stared at a place in a daze. "By the way, how does it feel to be back on campus? Have you met any new friends?"

Ye Siran shook his head, suddenly realized that Sang Yintian couldn't see it, and replied with a chuckle: "It's not too late. But I believe, I will make friends."

Sang Yintian, I am trying to move forward, have you seen it?

"Hey, our brother Xiaoye is amazing—" Sang Yintian deliberately put on a gesture of admiration, turned around, and returned his gaze to the drawing board next to him. "There are still two days before I can submit the manuscript."

After speaking, Sang Yintian straightened his waist, pressed his left hand on his shoulder and moved a few times. "When the time came to submit the manuscript, I decided to rest for a few days."

"Don't want to draw anymore? That's fine, anyway, you stayed up a lot of nights last month, so it's good to rest for a few days." Ye Siran sniffed again, and lowered her eyes to look at the square in front of the school.This building is very tall, looking down, the entire campus can be seen at a glance.Ye Siran saw the group of white pigeons fly around the Leli Building twice, and finally stopped on the fence of the roof one after another.

Just not far from him.

Ye Siran was afraid of alarming them, so he lowered his voice. "Then what are you going to do next? Is it possible that you really plan to be a vagrant?"

"Of course not, I want to be a full-time driver for our brother Xiaoye." Sang Yintian said, "Tsk, Ye Siran, what do you think of this job?"

Ye Siran kicked a few wooden tables piled up next to her, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise again.I don't know when he started, he likes to laugh very much.Whether looking at Sang Yintian's face or listening to his voice.All in all, he likes everything related to Sang Yintian.

"I think it's okay. There is a beautiful woman with slender fingers and long legs who can draw and perfume to be my driver..."

Ye Siran would never let go of such a good opportunity in his dreams.

"If it's possible, I hope you can dress more formally. For example, a suit...that way I'll be more face-saving." Ye Sizan suddenly raised his head, interlaced his index and middle fingers, and moved two steps to the left along the fence Stepping forward, he let out a long and proud sigh of relief at the end, "Sang Yintian, a well-known and popular painter, is actually my exclusive driver for Ye Siran. Just thinking about it makes me feel exciting. It is more exciting than our first time in the car." want--"

"Hey, we're talking about business, don't drive." Sang Yintian interrupted Ye Siran, and felt a little funny after a few seconds.Opening the glass window, I stretched out my hand and gently rubbed the fallen leaves on the window sill, "Ye Siran, I miss you."

"Me too."

Ye Siran leaned on the fence of the roof and talked a lot about this school, such as which building has whiter walls.

For example, the door of the cafeteria opens in the southeast direction, or he is standing at the highest place now.Sang Yintian listened carefully, and occasionally made a few jokes on purpose.

This phone call lasted for a long time, so long that the school bell rang.Ye Siran hung up the phone in a hurry and rushed to the piano practice room.

It's true that the piano room was prepared for him alone, but the things inside hadn't been removed yet.Ye Siran stood at the door, staring at the piano in the middle of the room in a daze.

Occasionally someone passed by in the corridor, and Ye Siran heard the words "declining city" and "hot search on Weibo" from a few girls.

city ​​in decay...

Isn't this the name of the last painting in Sang Yintian's Infinite Creation series?

Ye Sizan closed the door of the piano room, unlocked the phone again and opened Weibo.

[#illustrator 鱼子 released the latest painting "Decline City" after one year#]

"Fish roe?" Ye Sizan had never heard of this name before, and all his attention was focused on the last four words.

[Decline City] is a precious product that Sang Yintian used to resist Internet public opinion.

Ye Siran frowned nervously, tapped the screen lightly with his fingertips, clicked on this entry, and suddenly widened his eyes. "this painting……"

It was Sang Yintian.

No, some places have been modified. The original dark gray has been changed to the current dark blue.

[@illustratorfish seed: "The human beings in this city, the filth is born under their feet, they close their eyes and open their hands to embrace themselves, the rotten seeds germinate in despair, and the fiery soul will never be redeemed." 】

Below this text, there is an oil painting attached.

Both the composition and the elements appearing in the painting are almost exactly the same as the content of Sang Yintian's oil painting.

Not only that, even Bai Yuxia reposted that Weibo post with a proud emoji.Ye Siran's expression changed in an instant, and even the other boys knocked on the door of the piano room, but they ignored it.

Ye Siran finally knew what the conversation between them in the stairwell just now meant.

"Plagiarism..." Ye Sizan subconsciously read these words.

The creativity of this painting itself is unique. In just 10 minutes, the number of retweets on Weibo has exceeded [-].And according to this upward trend, breaking [-] within an hour is not a problem.The number of retweets continued to rise, and Ye Siran's right hands were tightly clenched together.

There are less than two days left before Sang Yintian's due date.At that time, if Sang Yintian really handed over his "decaying city", he would definitely be a "copycat".

It just sucks.

The preparatory bell for class had already rang twice a few minutes ago, but Ye Siran was still standing in the piano room blankly.He buried his head very low, and refreshed the hot searches on Weibo every few minutes.He sincerely hopes that at this time, there will be other entertainment gossip overshadowing this trending search.

But after an entire hour, the popularity of this hot search has not decreased but increased, and the reading data has grown linearly.

Ye Siran became more and more nervous.

Ding--

A special reminder suddenly appeared on the notification bar at the top of the phone, and Ye Siran clicked it to take a look, [Your special concern @杨引天 posted a Weibo 4 minutes ago, click here to quickly view]

Ye Siran clicked in without thinking.

[@桑引显:…]

In the Weibo posted by Sang Yintian a few minutes ago, there were only three brief dots.In the comment area below, many fans have already started to guess whether he slipped the message by hand, and some joked that it must be some special Morse code.

Only Ye Siran knew what these three points meant.

He clicked on the call interface, stared at the latest call record and stared blankly.Even if the phone calls, what can be said, can't solve any problems at all.Ye Siran didn't even dare to think about the expression on Sang Yintian's face now.

Is it anger or surprise, or in other words, only disappointment.

Ye Siran's mind was in a mess, and he rubbed his face violently, forcing himself to wake up.A few minutes later, he took out his phone and clicked on Sang Yintian's WeChat dialog box.

Touching the screen lightly with his fingertips, the content in the dialog box went back and forth, and he deleted it several times.In the end, he pretended to be relaxed and sent the message.

[Sangsang, are you still in the studio? 】

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

3 minutes.

Just when Ye Siran was feeling extremely tormented, Sang Yintian's WeChat finally returned.

【Ecuador black rose: in】

Sang Yintian rarely replies to Ye Siran's WeChat with a single word.

[If I draw a new one, is there still time? 】

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Siran's cell phone turned on again.

[Ecuador Black Rose: Too late. 】

Ye Siran couldn't bear it anymore, turned her head and stretched out her hand to open the door of the piano room, and rushed down the stairs.