On the third floor of the boys' dormitory, there was a sound of "da-da-da" footsteps in the corridor, and Hu Zize's expression in dormitory 302 changed slightly.

He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the closed dorm door.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he didn't stop at other locations, but walked straight towards Hu Zize's dormitory, and for a while Hu Zize rubbed his eyebrows, his expression was a little lost.

He closed the lid of the gouache paint and turned to sit down on the bed.

As expected, the dormitory door was opened a moment later, and Hu Zize picked up a book and pretended to read it.

The roommate carried a bag of fruit into the dormitory, and he glanced around and found that Hu Zize was the only one reading in the dormitory.

sighed and said, "Zize, what about the others?"

Hu Zize turned a page of the book before saying, "Some went to the studio to paint, and some haven't come back yet." ”

His tone was still cold, but his roommate was used to it, and he took out a fruit from his bag and handed it to Hu Zize.

"You're weak, eat some fruit. ”

Hu Zize raised his eyes and smiled faintly, and took the fruit from his roommate: "Thank you for the apple." ”

The roommate who was about to say something was stunned, he stood stiffly in place, thought for a moment before laughing loudly: "Zize, this is a little round white pear, you kid is stupid to read a book, hahaha......"

The roommate laughed, and the laughter reached Hu Zize's ears, and finally pierced his fragile heart little by little like a knife.

Lowering his head, he almost buried his soul in the book, his lips trembled slightly, and after a while, Hu Zize laughed at himself: "Yes, I read it wrong, it's a pear, a white pear......"

I don't know why, my roommate always feels that Hu Zize has been a little strange recently, although he used to look like he was not smiling, but now he is not only smiling, but also a little weird.

He didn't think much about it, and after putting the fruit away, he waved his hand at Hu Zize and said, "Then I'll go to paint my homework, you continue." ”

Hu Zize didn't answer, but continued to look down at the page, but he didn't read a word.

When there was a sound of the door closing behind him, Hu Zize was relieved, he looked at the book in his hand, stunned for a moment, and then threw the book on the white wall opposite.

His fingers trembled, he covered his head a little bewildered, and a low whine came out of his mouth, and his voice was amplified little by little, and finally turned into a roar.

With his fingers clasped around his head, he whimpered, and the cry came from the bottom of his heart, which could not be suppressed, like a surging flood that drowned him little by little.

The grief that had been stored for too long was released little by little, and in the end, there was no room for redemption.

His fingers were still stained with the smell of paint, and his brain was a little swollen, and he stood up in a daze, but he was unsteady and almost fell.

He steadied his steps and walked over to the paint box in a trance......

Almost all of the grief was directed at Hu Zize's eyes, and he reached out and opened the paint cover a little bit with a trembling hand......

Tomorrow is the gouache class......

Slowly closing his eyes, his eyes were obscured by the lenses, and under the trance of the light, tears slid down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Hu Zize was tossing and turning in bed, and various images appeared in his mind.

In the past, he was praised by his teachers and admired by his classmates, and he stood on the podium again and again and received scholarships again and again.

Hu Zize, a former genius, is an honor student who will be on the Central American Academy in everyone's mouth......

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, but he still couldn't sleep, and the pictures in his mind flashed one by one.

My eyes hurt so much...... Even though he has been cured, he still has a burning pain.

Thoughts are as chaotic as wool, and the restless night finally passes little by little.

The next morning, there was no snow, and the winter morning light shimmered, and it was difficult to find the sun.

Hu Zize rubbed his temples that were a little swollen, and picked up the painting bag with an expressionless face.

Without calling anyone, he still walked alone towards the studio, he didn't even have the appetite for breakfast, his whole body was like a frosted branch, cold and stiff.

Sometimes, the wait itself is more painful than the experience.

He sat motionless in his chair, the gouache paper in front of him already pasted, the paint box ajar, and the bucket half of the water.

Everything seems familiar.

But Hu Zize knew that he was different for a long time.

People came to the classroom one after another, and Xiao Bei was carrying a bun with a smile on his face.

"Hey, you haven't eaten again, have you? I brought it to you, it's the fresh meat stuffing you like, how about it, righteous?"

Looking at the buns handed over by Xiao Bei, Hu Zize lowered his eyes and no longer looked at Xiao Bei's buns, and at the same time did not reach out to pick them up.

A little embarrassed, Xiao Bei raised his eyebrows and pretended not to care: "Okay, I'll eat it myself." ”

As she spoke, she sat down on the folding chair, threw the bun to one place casually, and looked at Hu Zize with her cheeks: "I said, what's wrong with you, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Hu Zize didn't answer, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Xiao Bei's face was embarrassed, he did have a different temperament after recovery, but today he was extremely cold.

After being silent for a long time, Hu Zize moved his somewhat dry lips: "The girl who jumped off the building last time heard that it was because of her grades." ”

Xiao Bei spread his hands, and his apricot eyes were full of doubts: "Who knows." ”

fell silent again, as if Hu Zize was suppressing some emotion.

It wasn't until Xiao Bei was about to finish nibbling on a bun that Hu Zize said to himself in a very low voice: "It's better to live like a waste, than to die." ”

The voice was very low, but Xiao Bei still heard it, Xiao Bei, who was originally happily eating buns, changed her face, and she turned around to look at Hu Zize suddenly.

"Hey, you lack heart, it's better to die than to live, are you stupid?"

She glared at Hu Zize angrily, and her face hated iron but not steel.

Hu Zize didn't speak, still staring at the paper stiffly, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and he couldn't make waves.

The bell rang in the classroom, the noise stopped abruptly, and the school building returned to peace.

A minute later, the classroom door was pushed open, and Teacher Lu, who was wearing a gray and yellow coat, looked at everyone with a smile, holding a few materials in his hand, and the two mustaches on his mouth were particularly eye-catching.

Mr. Lu has always been a chatterbox, and at the same time the requirements are very high, he generally said most of today's class when he talked about cross talk, and then hurriedly beckoned everyone to hurry up and write.

Today's task is to take photos of the joint entrance examination in previous years, and more than 20 students began to prepare the draft after getting the photos.

Hu Zize looked at the still life photo in his hand, was stunned, and then picked up the fan-shaped pen.

He pasted the photo, his fingers held the cold pen, and there was a continuous sound of washing the pen around him, but Hu Zize didn't move for a long time.

Although Mr. Lu's eyes were small, but he was very shrewd, he swept at Hu Zize and asked, "Hu Zize, are you hospitalized and haven't recovered yet?" Don't worry, the teacher believes in your level. ”

Hu Zize, who had already lost his soul, trembled his fingers, and the paintbrush in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth and looked down at the paint on the soles of his feet.

After the brush swirled between the colors, he seemed to have made up his mind, and dipped it towards a paint.

The fan-shaped pen was stained with paint, and he began to work on the drawing paper with a blank face.

This is followed by the base color.

He looked at the forty-two gouache paints, and the dead silence in his eyes finally turned into infinite indifference and sorrow.

The progress of the picture is getting further and further back, and Xiao Bei's subordinates, who were originally paved with colors to distinguish between light and dark sides, are stagnant.

The corner of her eye fell on Hu Zize's picture, and for a moment Xiao Bei thought that there was something wrong with her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the picture of Hu Zize again.

......

It hasn't changed, it's exactly the same as the first time I saw it.

As if thinking of something, Xiao Bei stood up eagerly, she rushed towards the door regardless of it, so hurried that she didn't even have time to say a word of leave.

Including Hu Zize was also stunned, he looked around, a little at a loss for a while.

"Bearded ......"

Someone next to him called his name, which brought the originally silent Hu Zize back to his senses.

The male classmate next to Xiao Bei looked at Hu Zize in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

After being stunned for a moment, the male classmate asked tentatively: "This...... There's no red color in this picture......"