his white moonlight

Wen Le decided to take the path of art since the third year of junior high school.

His grades are average, and he is a bit behind in science, but he is good in liberal arts.

Before officially entering the studio to take classes, he had been learning to draw by himself, and contributed a collection of drawings to second-rate comic websites. When he was free, he uploaded his own drawings. There were copies and originals, but they were generally ugly, and the human body was devoid of any The proportion and structure basically depend on one's own imagination.

But he still enjoys the joy of uploading his work. There are always comments in twos and threes, encouraging him below, asking him to cheer up, and letting him practice the human body well.

So Wen Le made a decision, took the lucky money to find a studio, and began to formally learn painting from the teacher.

He is still very talented. The same batch of friends who came in were still practicing geometry, and he had already advanced to plaster statues. The teacher liked his paintings very much, saying that his lines were smooth and the pictures were clean.

Wen Le and Wei Zihui also met because of a plaster statue.

To be precise, they are not called acquaintances, but Wei Zihui's one-sided acquaintance with Wen Le.

Wen Le has always known Wei Zihui, a sunny and handsome young man who was the class monitor of Class [-] in junior high school. He is enthusiastic, cheerful, and has good grades. .

They really got to know each other on the day when they reported at the beginning of the first year of high school.

Wen Le came out of the studio with a portfolio on his back. Anyway, he didn't need to go to class on the first day of school. He planned to sign his name at the class report office. After the teacher arranged the seats, he went back to the studio to continue painting.

Wen Le's picture folder at that time was the most old-fashioned one, with army green cloth wrapped around the board, tied together with cloth strips, and it fell apart if you didn't pay attention, like shoelaces.

Sketch papers were flying everywhere. Wen Le stood at the intersection of the school, picking them up in a panic. The parents and their children who came to report with their children turned to look at him.

Luckily, they are all casually drawn things. There is no painting that I particularly like, otherwise I would be really mad, Wen Le thought.

After Wen Le finished picking up the paintings, he arranged the papers carefully, stacked them together and put them in the picture folder.

"Student, here's another one."

What the other party handed over was a plaster statue, which was torn off in half by Wen Le because of the wrong proportions of the drawing, and then stuffed it casually, and then forgot, and didn't think it was stuffed here.

Wen Le thanked her repeatedly, and when she looked up, she saw Wei Zihui smirking at herself.

There were always girls in the middle school class who talked about Wei Zihui in private, and Wen Le overheard a lot when he was drawing on the table.His class and the third class were in the physical education class together, and he would often sit under the school's wisteria trellis and secretly watch Wei Zihui play badminton.In short, he was very familiar with Wei Zihui unilaterally.

I don't know when it started, but in his impression, Wei Zihui became a Shiba Inu, always acting silly.

At this moment, the object of the silly dog's smirk became himself, and Wen Le suddenly felt a little itchy in his heart.

"Thank you." Wen Le accepted half of the sketch paper, and stuffed it into the folder with other drawings.

"Your paintings are so beautiful and amazing." Wei Zihui squatted beside Wen Le, his eyes sparkling, and he seemed to be sighing sincerely.

Wen Le has met many people who praised him like this. He knows his own shortcomings, and he also knows that he is still far from professional level, so he is not happy with such compliments, but just smiles kindly.

He carried the dirty and ugly portfolio again, and then heard Wei Zihui ask: "Are you and I in the same junior high school? I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Wen Le looked at Wei Zihui's face, and curled the corners of his lips.

When the wisteria bloomed, you hit the badminton on the flower stand, shook off the flowers that were about to bloom, and made my head full of paper.

During large-scale exams, we are divided into classes by name. Our initial letter is w, and we are in the same exam room every time. You sit behind me on the left, separated by four people.

Of course you have seen me.

But Wen Le didn't help Wei Zihui recall those dusty things in the corner of the other party's memory, he just said: "My name is Wen Le, and I'm in the second class of junior high school."

"Ah, yes, I have an impression!" Wei Zihui smiled happily, and patted Wen Le on the shoulder as if he was familiar, "I just saw that you were also filling out the form at the reception desk of Class [-], you are also from Class [-], right? ? We will be classmates in the future."

The advantage of a social personality is that you will never feel embarrassed, no matter who you are with, you can talk at length. Wei Zihui pulled Wen Le and brought people into the class without any explanation.

Wei Zihui didn't care whether Wen Le wanted it or not, and said to him enthusiastically, "When we line up to allocate seats later, you can stand behind me and we will sit together."

Wen Le looked at Wei Zihui, as if he vaguely saw the silly bubbles rising from the tip of the other's hair, he suddenly wanted to rub Wei Zihui's head, wondering if his hair would feel like a Shiba Inu.

After that, Wen Le didn't go back to the studio smoothly, because Wei Zihui took him to the cafeteria for dinner.

Wen Le couldn't bear to reject Wei Zihui who was chattering in his ear.The boy who had been secretly watching in junior high suddenly appeared next to him, which made him feel amazing and even a little happy.

Wei Zihui has a very good personality, a proper optimist, and a friend who has been identified is good with heart and soul.

Wen Le's evening self-study and morning self-study are practiced in the studio, and she only returns to class during class time.

One day between classes, Wei Zihui chatted with Wen Le and talked about Wen Le's schedule.

"Don't you feel tired running around the school studio all day?" Wei Zihui asked.

Wen Le lowered his head and rubbed the unwiped carbon stains on the pads of his little fingers, and said with a smile, "I like to draw, and I still have this awareness."

"How about this, I'll help you buy breakfast in the future and bring it to the classroom so you don't have to get up early." Wei Zihui was so nice to his friend that he had nothing to say, but Wen Le didn't agree, and didn't want to trouble the other party.But when he came to school from the studio the next day, he still saw buns and soy milk on the table.

Wen Le had two breakfasts that day and gave Wei Zihui 100 yuan.

For the next two full years, until he went to other places for training, Wei Zihui would bring him meals every day, and Wen Le would give Wei Zihui money every month, because the debts were not clear, but the money could be repaid.

Wen Le thought about why Wei Zihui was so kind to him, but he didn't think of the reason, he couldn't possibly like him, right?

Wen Le knows what homosexuality is, and she also knows the reason for the numbness in her heart when she gets along with Wei Zihui.

But he asked himself, he was very ordinary, and he was a man, Wei Zihui would only fall in love with him if he was crazy.It's one thing to like someone, and another to fall in love with him.

The time in high school actually passed quickly. Wei Zihui was always in the same class as Wen Le. He was by Wen Le's side, just like all his buddies in middle school, chatting, playing and sleeping with him, but Wei Zihui obviously had many good friends. But only for Wen Le.

In the blink of an eye, it was the third year of high school, Wen Le went out for training, and then went to take the exam at his favorite academy of fine arts. Wei Zihui stayed in the third year classroom with a pen in his mouth, looking at Wen Le's empty seat, feeling empty.

Wei Zihui would secretly send Wen Le a QQ message every day when he got home, Wen Le returned to him on time, took pictures of his new gouache paintings, and told him who in the studio was scolded by the teacher, who made great progress, who couldn't stand the boring training camp, Simply give up and go home.

Wei Zihui acted like a baby to Wen Le facing the screen, whining that he wanted to see him.

When Wen Le returned to school, it was already spring. The principal of the school claimed to build a garden school and planted many cherry blossom trees in the school.

Wei Zihui went to the toilet between classes, and saw Wen Le, who was carrying a black drawing board and looking up at the cherry blossoms.

Wen Le's appearance is really ordinary and won't surprise people, but she looks very comfortable and makes people want to get close involuntarily.

Wei Zihui looked at Wen Le under the cherry blossom tree. The other party didn't know what he saw, and suddenly squatted down to pick up a petal, with a hearty smile that was unique to young people on his face.

Wei Zihui's heart was moved at that time.

I used to be ignorant, I only thought that I would be very happy to be around Wen Le, and I really liked the smell of wood and charcoal in the studio stained on him.

But now I feel that Wen Le is very handsome, and the eyebrows and eyes that I haven't seen for several months are a little strange, with an unidentified charm.

He was startled suddenly, afraid that he and Wen Le would go further and further apart, and they would have nothing to do with each other in the end.

The class bell was incomprehensible, and it rang at an inappropriate time. The dean blew his whistle and hurriedly told Wei Zihui and Wen Le to go back to the classroom.

Wei Zihui made a face at the director, and ran back to the classroom with Wen Le.