AWB Chapter 6
Chapter 6
"So surprised?" Yan Siyuan stretched out his hand and waved in front of Zhuo Feifan, "You're back to your senses, Fanfan~~"
The corner of Zhuo Feifei's mouth twitched, he grabbed the hand in front of him, and replied: "It's a bit unbelievable." After all, Yan Siyuan has always been so active and playful, it's hard to imagine him sitting down and drawing quietly.There are many scenes in his mind about Yan Siyuan dancing street dance and being handsome and cool.
Yan Siyuan winked at him and said: "Do you think it's unimaginable that I, who is unrestrained and loves freedom all my life, chooses to paint?"
"Ascaris." Zhuo Feifan's emotion made Yan Siyuan laugh out loud.
"Don't worry. I have studied for a few years before, and being an art student is more secure than simply taking an exam. Come, come, and I will give you a piece of my masterpiece."
Zhuo Feifei felt that the painting looked familiar, and after looking at it a few more times, he immediately thought of where it was.
In the first and second grades of junior high school, their classrooms were on the second floor.When arranging seats according to grades, he often chooses a seat by the window.Looking out, beyond the mottled sky-blue railing, the eyes linger on the lush and vibrant aspen tree canopy.The sun shines on the green poplar leaves like broken gold, and the wind blows, the tall and straight poplars are covered with waves of blue sea, sparking little silver ripples.
Zhuo Feifan once wanted to paint this pleasing campus scene, but his painting skills were poor, so he had to throw away the childish graffiti group.Unexpectedly, one day my original wish would be realized in such a way.
"Thank you, it's beautiful. I like it very much." Zhuo Feifan had a smile on his lips.
Yan Siyuan smirked: "Ahem, I am so moved, do you want to repay it?"
"How to repay?" Zhuo Feifei's eyes were gentle and doting.
"Sing me a song when I need you."
"Okay." Zhuo Feifei did not hesitate.
Yan Siyuan was as happy as a little mouse who stole oil.He always thought that Zhuo Feifan's voice was very nice, not that deep and magnetic voice.Rather...he couldn't find a suitable adjective. After searching the Internet, he secretly used a nasty word to describe -------- Lin Laiquanyun.
That's right, it's the kind of melodious sound produced by the wind blowing trees and spring stones. Listening to him read the text feels like a special charm.Yan Siyuan thought secretly, if the time came, with such a voice... just thinking about it would cause nosebleeds, stop it!
The third year of high school, which was described as a dark time by everyone, is full and warm in the memories of Zhuo Feifan and Yan Siyuan.
After a day of hard work, when they are not in a hurry, they will walk around the playground together a few times, chatting about class affairs, campus dynamics, future plans and so on.There are a few stars hanging in the sky, a few lights are on in the playground, and students run past on the runway from time to time.In the shadows where the light cannot reach, some people are shouting loudly, and there are also young couples talking about love.The teachers will turn on the big beam lights from time to time and shake them around to see if there is no over-the-top or unexpected situation.Seeing that the time is almost up, the two will leave the school, clothed in starlight, walk on the quiet street, and return to their hut together.
This peaceful and fulfilling state of life continued until the college entrance examination.
After the college entrance examination, the campus is full of people taking photos.Many people tore the textbooks into pieces, stood upstairs and sprinkled them downwards, like a heavy snowfall.The principal stood downstairs and loudly stopped it, but the enthusiastic graduates turned a deaf ear.For them, this is a carnival that has been suppressed for a long time.There was a layer of sweat on the principal's forehead. He yelled a few times, but found that it was of no avail, so he took a broom to clean it himself.Zhuo Feifei imitated Yan Siyuan's possible excited behavior in his mind, looked at the excited students, and silently picked up the broom.
High school is over.Zhuo Feifan was 18 years old at the time.