I'm still doing fine

After entering high school, the boys in the studio stopped coming.

Although he is quite dexterous, his talent is probably not in painting, and he feels that the one who draws well always comes to him to be sarcastic and provocative, so he gave up the road of art and went back to concentrate on studying.

Guan Qifu, who has always had no disadvantages in provoking little girls, was the first time to please the same sex, but he died without any problems.

He decided to change a piece of land to cultivate, so as to heal the scars of broken love.So I ran out of the cramped grove of high school, and went to the vast forest to find my crooked neck tree.

However, limited by the constraints of the school, he didn't have many opportunities to wander outside, so the Internet became the only way.

At that time, Xiaolan had not undergone rectification, and it was a very unpretentious hook-up platform. Guan Qifu looked at the naked chest and abdominal muscles and the inverted triangle figure. He was a little uncomfortable. "Van Gogh".

This person used a very cute cartoon avatar. The villain was wearing a yellow and white striped short-sleeved shirt, brown curly short hair, and black round glasses... except for the lack of a trembling braid, he was almost the same as Chen Chen. Same shape as before.

Such an avatar with no desires, no desires and no sexual hints is very unflattering, so this account is not popular, and the number of daily views has never exceeded 5 people.

Guan Qifu watched the only few news of this person, and felt that he had unearthed a treasure. He fancied that this must be a very gentle big brother. When he had nothing to do, he would fiddle with making a wooden box by himself, and he became interested. Just talk about a song "Swordsman" in front of the guzheng, or paint and change in the studio soaked in the sunset...

At that time, he was still very thin-skinned, and his studies were heavy, so he couldn't and didn't dare to harass him often. He only thought of this person every time he was wronged or was in a bad mood, and racked his brains to throw away the topic. , so as to take the opportunity to vomit bitterness.

"Van Gogh" is indeed very gentle, caring about such a strange boy's naive troubles, and every time he uses the whole phone screen to reply and comfort him, Guan Qifu has been taken seriously, so he also put this Netizens who have never met before are placed somewhere in the small room.

In those three years, they got closer and closer, and began to share their life and hobbies. Of course, this kind of sharing was often one-sided, but Guan Qifu didn't have such a self-consciousness.

He also once sent a gift made by himself to celebrate the birthday of "Van Gogh". It was also at that time that he first set his sights on the address printed on it, "Sawthorne University".

Before that, his journey was across the ocean in continental Europe, maybe in Bachrach, Germany, maybe in Florence, Italy, maybe in a certain countryside in France.

In short, not in Shuosan - the city where he grew up.

But after that day, he changed his mind, and told his mother at the dinner table one day that he was not going abroad anymore, and he was going to study at the Academy of Fine Arts of Shuosan University.

Mama Guan was a little bit regretful, but after a few hesitation, she agreed. She had always stubbornly believed that her son was a natural artist, so she had full authority to accept his son's unusualness. The sexuality of ordinary people is standard for artists.

When Guan Qifu received the admission notice as he wished and wanted to share it with "Van Gogh", he even thought about where to build a new log cabin in the future and spend time with his sweetheart.

But "Van Gogh" disappeared, evaporated from the watch list without a sound, leaving nothing behind.

He was disheartened at first, not angry at all, but empty in his heart, as if he was floating and unable to fall to the ground.

Therefore, meeting Chen Chen for the first time on the military training field was a surprise that was caught off guard. The situation suddenly changed, and his brain short-circuited for a moment, and he decided to bring the two irrelevant people together.

Guan Qifu convinced himself that Chen Chen was Vincent Van Gogh, and even reversed his thinking, and began to argue that Chen Chen studied architecture, so he is good at hand-making, and he can make complex models. Wooden boxes are certainly not a problem, and he can also draw Paintings, a year ago, there were semi-finished still life colors displayed in the talk, even a corner of a photo of unknown age, and a guzheng that couldn’t be seen clearly without zooming in...

Comparing the two, the evidence is solid. He felt that he was still the child favored by fate, so he happily acted like an idiot.

The voice of the narration was getting lower and lower... Now seeing the sincere blankness in Chen Chen's eyes, he finally felt as if someone had poured cold water on his head, and his spiritual platform became clear.

That's right, Chen Chen three years ago probably still shaved no more than 1 centimeter. He was doing his time in a concentration camp in the third year of high school and was doing quizzes. The mud bodhisattva could not protect himself when crossing the river. How could he have the leisure to comfort him...

Chen Chen was blown up, and the 1.8-meter tall man in front of him was drooping more and more dejectedly, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to comfort, "Don't, don't be sad, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come, isn't the Academy of Fine Arts pretty good?" What a good-looking elementary school boy, you find a new one and start all over again!"

After this day, it is unknown whether Guan Qifu can cheer up and harm others. Everyone can see Chen Chen's depression. Tang Xiaozheng really dragged him to "start all over again", the barber cut his pigtails, Chen Chen was listless for a while.

But that's a matter of the future. When he figured out the reason and breathed a sigh of relief, a different story was happening in another place not far away.

Thanks to the fact that the school cafeteria does not think about making progress, and the dishes have not changed for ten years, the food center across the street from the school gate is booming and prosperous, and it has become a geomantic treasure in the catering industry within a radius of ten miles. Every evening, the neon lights Gradually lit up, it can be bustling from the northwest gate all the way to the east street trail.

Liang Duanyuan chose a Xinjiang restaurant to enter, and after she was seated, she handed over the menu to An Yichi to order.

"Do you eat mutton?" An Yichi held the ballpoint pen and looked at him, pressing the end of the pen with his right thumb, making a rhythmic crackling sound

"I'm not picky eaters, I can eat anything." Liang Duanyuan looked over with her chin propped up, and her eyes never moved away. He saw An Yichi order a row according to the column of meat dishes, and picked out a few vegetarian dishes sporadically. When I wanted to add a few more, I stopped in time, "Enough."

The waiter took the menu and walked to the back kitchen. An Yizhi spread a napkin on the table and put his mobile phone. This was the second time he heard these two words from Liang Duanyuan's mouth. It was different from the last time he was secretly angry. Much more natural, "I always trouble you, I really don't know how to thank you."

Bringing up the old matter again, Liang Duanyuan took it lightly, "This meal is enough, more than enough."

The voice faded away, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. In fact, apart from An Yichi's little secret that he didn't want to reveal to others, Liang Duanyuan bumped into them.

Fortunately, the waiter served the dishes in time. The stir-fried dishes in this restaurant are very good. The two of them are facing the fragrant braised mutton, Dongxiang potatoes and big plate chicken.

After he was full of wine and food, he settled the bill and packed his things. An Yichi suddenly looked a little embarrassed, his lips moved for a while, as if he still had something to say, Liang Duanyuan glanced up, looked at him intently and signaled, and then he made up his mind

"I actually want to say..." An Yi rubbed his fingertips on the cuff, and exhaled in a very subtle way, "If you think this is a clear settlement, can you try not to associate with me in the future?"

Liang Duanyuan folded the napkin, paused, "Give me a reason."

"It's not because of you." An Yichi felt that it was a bit hurtful to say this, and explained with gestures, "You are very good, you are so enthusiastic and thoughtful, there must be many people who are willing to be close to you. But I... myself There's something wrong with it, it's hard to tell, I'm afraid I owe you something in the future, and I won't have time to repay it."

"Why is it too late?" Liang Duanyuan's eyes were fixed on his face, like a slow-motion lens, capturing his small movements of pursing his lips and the momentary hesitation, "Can't you say?"

An Yichi nodded, and then heard Liang Duanyuan laughing, he said, "Tell me the reason, and I will promise you."

A neon flash outside the window was reflected in the amber eyes, An Yichi blinked, and brushed away a wisp of blue smoke from the next table. In his line of sight, Liang Duanyuan looked for the gray smoke and turned his head.

As if the slow-motion camera captured the details, An Yichi noticed that Liang Duanyuan's index finger slightly tapped the table

He thought, ah, this man also smokes.

Amid the bustling persuasion around him, An Yichi smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that his microscope-like observation of words and expressions is really a talent, even if he deliberately changed it, he would still be fooled if he didn't pay attention.He turned around and opened his backpack to search. After a while, he found a half box of Xuanhemen, took out a slender cigarette and handed it over, saying, "I'm going to buy some fire."

Liang Duanyuan stood in the warm light of a street lamp, looking down and waiting, the light just wrapped around his body, the stream of people passing by in the dark was passing by, but the people in the contrasting light beam were tall and indifferent, calm and composed , he was as quiet as a painting, except for the cigarettes flying up and down between his fingers.

"Here." An Yichi crossed a small zebra crossing and approached him, handing over the lighter that was warmed by his palm.

Liang Duanyuan didn't pick it up, her eyes climbed all the way up the arm, and finally stopped at An Yichi's eyebrows, he said, "Go for a walk, if you're not in a hurry."

Living in this campus for almost three years, Liang Duanyuan's work is not in vain. He knows an unknown path, hidden in the dense bushes, along which only knee-high night lights stand up.

Liang Duanyuan was not addicted to cigarettes, and most of the time she smoked was at night, when she was sleepy all night, she would light one to refresh herself.So as soon as I arrived in a dark environment, the surrounding lights were dimly lit, and my heart began to itch habitually.

The small lighter finally fulfilled the mission of "burning yourself to serve others" by the quiet lake. It was held by a wide palm, and after a soft sound, it was licked gently, leaving a hot spark on the end of the cigarette

The gray smoke overflowing Liang Duanyuan's lips was blown by the night wind and scattered in front of An Yichi. The nicotine anxiety melted into the night, and An Yichi suddenly felt safer than ever before. As he paced slowly, he finally made up his mind, "I tell you Why, you really don’t come to me anymore?”

Liang Duanyuan responded, spit out a vague promise.

"Living is a little tiring, I want to try to die." In the dim light, An Yichi smiled, the dimples on the side of his face were filled with vague shadows, he said, "I decided to leave this summer, but my brother said he wanted to I want a birthday present from me, so I decided to wait a little longer, it won’t be too late to see spring.”