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The boy sat under the bright light, staring intently at the vertical crease on his right index finger. The narrow interrogation room didn't seem to affect him at all.

"Don't be nervous, we just understand the situation, it will help us solve the case..." The young policeman seemed to feel that it was a little nerve-wracking to communicate with the adolescent boy who had suddenly changed, and he poked back and forth with a pen. "Cough," the little policeman seemed to have made up his mind. "Yesterday around [-]:[-] noon, you were..."

"In the bedroom." The boy didn't even lift his head.

The little policeman choked on the boy's cold and unhesitating answer, and silently recorded it, preparing to continue asking questions about the crime scene while writing. "and you……"

"The murderer is my father, Li Chengwen." The boy interrupted the little policeman again.Under the horrified gaze of the little policeman, the boy raised his eyelids, and his bottomless eyes slammed straight into him.With such dull pupils, it is hard to believe that he is a boy who has just completed his life.

"I said the murderer who killed my mother was my father."

In hot July, the only difference between a classroom without air conditioning and a steam oven is that it does not need a fire.

"Ah——" Yang Siyuan bit his pen, and let out a primitive roar in his throat, "Why the fuck is it still not on holiday—I'm going to heat up——"

"Oh my god! Master, can you calm down for a while!" The short-haired girl sitting at the front table was extinguished by this roar, turned her eyes to him and threw a ball of draft paper.

"Hey, Fan Li, didn't you catch a glimpse of the holiday arrangement when you went to the office? What date is it? If it continues like this, your brother will end up here." Yang Siyuan asked lying on the table.

"Call me Grandpa and I'll tell you." Fan Li made a move.

"Grandpa." Yang Siyuan answered.

"It really is my grandson," Fan Li threw a piece of paper over. "No surprise, it will be released the day after tomorrow."

"Fuck! Then I will ask for leave tomorrow! Hey, do you want to invite me together?" Yang Siyuan came up with a bad idea.

"Get lost." Fan Li rejected the bad idea.

Yang Siyuan leaned against the wall contentedly, and turned his head to look out the window.July in the north is unreasonably hot, and the heat wave accumulated for half a year is poured out in the dog days. When the wind blows, the poplar leaves will rattle, and sometimes there will be a few nice birds cry.Yang Siyuan closed his eyes and listened quietly, the sunlight from the curtains hit his eyelids.

"Hey, you made your teacher go away again?"

"Ah?" Yang Siyuan was in a daze and reacted for a while. "Ah, Ang. How many times have I said it, I have enough, my mother has such a temper, she can't make trouble. She probably thinks her son is Tsinghua's material."

Fan Li laughed twice: "Are you really planning to take the art test? I guess your mother won't agree. No, I'm sure your mother won't agree."

"Are you still my grandfather?" Yang Siyuan leaned on his arm, still listening to the song leisurely. "No matter how steadfast Comrade Chen Limei is, I am still his precious son. I have to do this ideological work no matter what. Hey, which great painter, ah, great artist have you seen, who hasn't experienced any twists and turns? Young man .” At the end, he let out a long and dignified sigh.

"Come on, you should first think about how to deal with the summer tutor."

"..."

Without Yang Siyuan answering back, the class bell rang.

Headache.

Really headache.

One second, he was immersed in the dream of an "artist" with the sound of wind blowing leaves, and the next second he was photographed back to the reality of attending a tutoring class during summer vacation.

Yang Siyuan's grades are not bad, and he is at the upper middle level in the class.He has always believed that he should be honored as the number one in all previous grades, because now the reason why they can get the number one once in a while is because Yang Siyuan hasn't worked hard enough.

There are many things in life that cannot be unreasonable, such as IQ.

Since elementary school, Yang Siyuan was not a good boy in the traditional sense.Except for puppy love and fights, he basically has a share in everything.But no matter how hard he struggles, his grades are still among the top students. As long as he doesn't sleep in the examination room and doesn't hand in blank papers, his ranking will not exceed the range that can be counted with two hands.

If An Jing continued to learn honestly, Qingbei would not say anything, but Yang Siyuan would have no suspense about 985.

However, those eight characters have nothing to do with his half-dime.

This is what Comrade Chen Limei regrets the most, that is, she took him to an art exhibition.

Chen Limei doesn't have much artistic talent, her mind is full of official documents, and it was just a coincidence that she took Yang Siyuan to the art exhibition.Those crooked lines and messy colors are put together, Chen Limei thinks that the author is probably mentally retarded, who would have expected her precious son to stare so hard.From then on, Yang Siyuan was like turning on a switch, knowing how to draw without doing anything every day.

Paint anything, sketches, watercolors, impressionism.Save some pocket money and send money to the painting material store. The happy shop owner, the old man, treats him as his grandson.

In fact, Yang Siyuan is very talented in painting, but he bought a few books and was able to draw a decent picture.

However, his civil servant's mother and deputy manager's father didn't have this sense of art. They only regarded him as a hobby, and basically ignored him as long as they didn't delay their studies.

The parents of the Yang family didn't expect that the child would be able to go so far and want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts.

The Yang family is a traditional and typical Chinese family. The elders have paved the way for the children since they opened their eyes. The road is for the children to walk, but the direction is set by the parents.More than half of Chinese children are struggling on this road, fighting for their parents' dreams in a daze, and then passing their lost dreams to the next generation, and so on.

In the schedule of Chen Limei and Yang Jianxin, Yang Siyuan has not deviated from the established track.A year later, he will leave this province and go to one of the cities in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou to study finance or trade, and then either come back to pick up his father's company, or go to a larger company to perform.

The future is clear and the steps are clear.

The premise is that Yang Siyuan has not become attached to painting...

If you don't talk about life, it's really just a turn and turn. I don't know which intersection to enter, but I just want to go to the dark one by one, otherwise I will be unhappy for the rest of my life.

At that time, Yang Siyuan grew up smoothly and carefree, and no nerve of suffering could make him think so much.When I think about it again, time has passed, and I can no longer dream at will.

After the exam, answer during the day, evening self-study is used for students to sort out the wrong questions, day students can go home early.For Yang, who was ready for the next day off, when the school bell rang in the afternoon, he had already rushed home.

"I am back--"

"Hey, okay, the price is easy to talk about, the main thing is that you can bring it well. Yes, yes, yes, it is true that sometimes the teacher is not as good as the students. Okay, okay, I will try it on Monday. Hey, hey, it is really troublesome for the teacher. Kong will definitely treat you to dinner. Okay, you are busy, so I won’t bother you, see you later.”

fraudulent.

Absolutely fraudulent!

According to Yang Siyuan's years of experience, Comrade Chen Limei is looking for a tutor for him again.And it can be felt from the words - this time the tutor should be a student!

"This is really crazy...the idea of ​​the students?" Yang Siyuan felt unbelievable in his heart.Based on many years of experience, if he doesn't run away again, it is probably another ideological work.

The hero retreated in spite of the difficulties, Yang Siyuan rushed to the bedroom with his schoolbag in his arms, and then slammed the door shut with a bang. The smooth and smooth movements must be the result of years of proficiency...

"You son of a bitch... Let me tell you, I asked Mr. Cheng in the third year of your school to find a student in his key class. He just graduated, and he is in the top [-] of the college entrance examination. I asked, and the teachers commented on that child. I’m tall, but I’m a bit introverted, but the lecture topic is great! I asked the teacher to say hello to them, and I’ll come over on Monday. You push me away from the gatherings of your cronies, don’t even think about it Go, listen to his lecture honestly. Take a look at your..." Chen Limei's behavior of shouting through the door should have been practiced for many years.

"All right, all right!!! I got it!!! Is it alright if I don't go out on Monday! I'll wait for the bully to despise me, all right!" Yang Siyuan roared and gave in.

The next day, Yang got his wish and went to bed rest.

In fact, the idea of ​​asking for leave is just for fun, and I didn't think about putting it into action.The Yang family's tutoring is very strict. Things like lying are forbidden in his world. Not only are they not allowed to do things, but they are also things that really make him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.So he can't do such things as lying and asking for leave.

But yesterday I was upset for a while, I ate ice cream to relieve my boredom, it was still annoying, eat again, still annoying, eat again...

I will eat and get down today.

It's great not to have to go to school, but it's also unpleasant to have diarrhea.

Tracing back to the source, student Yang decided to inquire about the upcoming Xueba to prepare for the battle.

"Mom, let's talk." Yang Siyuan lay on the bed, turned his head and said to Chen Limei who was reading the materials.

"What are you talking about?"

"Uh...that high school senior, what's his name? Have you ever seen someone come to your house?" Yang Siyuan asked.

"What is the third year of high school? He is an excellent student, and the top three in the key class." Chen Limei gave her son a white look through her eyes, "You guys are upstairs, maybe you can have some friends. It's called Li Yu'an, 'Follow the situation'" 'Yu'an'. If you want to inquire, you can inquire yourself." She paused, as if remembering something. "Oh, by the way, don't inquire about everything. That child is not easy. I heard from Mr. Cheng that something happened to his family. His mother is gone, and his father has gone somewhere. You will be with him in the future. Be careful when you speak, don't expose other people's scars."

"Ah? Ah. Got it."

Li Yu'an.Go with the flow.The name is quite nice.

Taking the phone, Yang Siyuan sent a text message to his friend who just graduated.

"Old Qin! I'm asking you for someone, Li Yu'an, do you know him?"

Didi——"Li Yu'an? I know you. He's in my class. He's still the first in grade. Why don't you know him? He's quite dull. I haven't said much. What's wrong?"

"Fuck, my mother called him to be my tutor." Yang Siyuan typed quickly on the phone keyboard. "How's your personality? Don't make me a boring gourd."

Didi——"Boredom is quite boring...but it's okay, and his temper is not bad. He just doesn't like to talk, he's quite introverted, and he doesn't fit in with others. Your mother has worked hard now? This guy is already thinking of a student, It’s really not a move, is it hahahaha.”

The amount of information is basically zero.Yang Siyuan replied, "Fuck off" and continued to lie on his stomach to fill in the biography for Xueba.

According to the name and Qin Ziliang's description, he thinks Xueba should look like this...

Not tall, quite thin, very white because he doesn't like sports, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, serious, very dull, and he is like a student possessed by a student when doing the questions...

Conforms to the image of all traditional academic masters.

Then on Monday he was severely slapped in the face.

Chen Limei went to work early, and told her that she must remember to entertain Xueba.However, when the doorbell rang, Yang Siyuan hadn't put down his brush yet.

"Hey—here it is—" The extremely long long sound represented Yang Siyuan's extreme reluctance.

Gently put down the brush and color palette, Yang Siyuan went to the living room and opened the door with a heavy and excited mood.

Then, I felt my face hurt.

Li Yu'an, who was standing outside the door, had nothing to do with the image of an obedient schoolmaster he imagined.

On a hot day in July, Li Yuan was wearing a black solid-color T-shirt, a pair of jeans that looked faded, and a pair of dirty white sneakers.

Short hair with slightly bangs.He did wear glasses. Under the transparent lenses, there were a pair of extremely black eyes, as if no light could get out of them... probably like wormholes.The edges and corners are not very sharp, but the thick black eyebrows add a bit of sharpness.He should be one year older than Yang Siyuan, but he looks like he is in his twenties.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was slightly low and hoarse, but also unexpectedly gentle.

"Hello. I'm Li Yu'an."

"You... hello, Yang Siyuan." Yang Siyuan, who hadn't reacted from the pain in his face, stuttered.

This is their first encounter.

Later when they talked about this, Li Yu'an always didn't know how to speak, because he didn't have much impression of Yang Siyuan at that time.Yang Siyuan fooled him firmly and said, "Then you just remember that the way you looked at me at that time was to show that you had already taken a fancy to me."

In any case, it wasn't love at first sight, but it was true that the two of them never escaped from each other again.