Twelve o'clock in the night.

It was very windy and whirring outside.

Many people in the Internet café are still staying up late to fight for their game rankings, and some people are tired of playing games, and they open their treasured small videos to watch them with great interest.

Wu Zhong turned off the computer at this time. But instead of going to sleep, he left the Internet café and headed for school.

The way back to school was dark, and at this time, the street lights were no longer on.

Fortunately, the stars are shining in the sky, so that Wu Zhong will not find his way back.

The school gate had long since been closed, and Wu Zhong had climbed through a low fence to the east of the school.

He didn't go back to the dormitory, but sneaked into the studio on the fifth floor of the art building, the secret base of him and Chen Hui.

He skillfully closed all the curtains before turning on the lights, so that the light in the studio would not be too conspicuous and not easily noticed by outsiders.

He carefully pasted a brand new four-page drawing paper on the drawing board, opened the pen case, grabbed an 8B charcoal pencil, and prepared to take shape.

This 8B charcoal pen draws thick and rough lines, which is generally difficult for novices to control.

But Wu Zhong is not a novice, although he doesn't think so, but he is recognized as a painting genius in this school.

It's just that today he is not in such a good state, holding the hand of the paintbrush, faintly trembling. He was afraid, and the pen and paper had been prepared for a long time, but he never dared to put pen to paper.

In fact, this week, it's not the first time he's sneaked in late at night to paint secretly.

He took a deep breath and began to shape the paper.

The shaped line, as a draft, can be casual, miscellaneous or messy, it doesn't matter, what you want is a general positioning and feeling, and build a certain confidence for yourself.

At this step, Wu Zhong did not have a problem.

It's just that when he began to lay out the light and dark tones, something went wrong.

He couldn't draw the delicate lines that he was proud of, and he felt that his hands had become so strange and difficult to control, and he couldn't draw the kind of effect he needed in his heart.

He swallowed nervously, stretched his fingers, and tried again, one, two...... When he was three strokes, Wu Zhong didn't dare to paint anymore.

The lines on the drawing paper are crooked, without the coarse subdivisions of the past, and without the meticulous progression of the past.

The lines on the paper are not too different from those made by novices......

Wu Zhong looked at the drawing paper blankly, very bitter. His right hand, stained with a little dust, trembled a little, and even though he tried many times, he still couldn't accept this fact in his heart.

His state is gone.

In fact, this week, he secretly came here every night to paint.

At first, he thought that his hand had not completely healed, but in fact, his hand had long since stopped hurting. He secretly tried every day, and the results were like this every day.

This week, he didn't go to the studio with everyone during the day, didn't paint a single picture, didn't hand in a single assignment.

In fact, the real reason is not as everyone says, arrogance.

He just didn't want people to find out that something was wrong with him. Not to keep his name as a genius, but to be afraid that Chen Hui would know.

If she knew that he couldn't draw, she would definitely think of a hand injury, and then fall into self-blame.

Wu Zhong has lost the status of a so-called genius, and he doesn't want Chen Hui to be sad for him anymore.

At first, he thought about waiting for a while to see if he could recover. Just brushed this matter over and didn't let Chen Hui know.

But now, he was confused......

He sat there for a long time, and then looked around, the walls were covered with paintings of his past. Each one of them is an admired masterpiece.

In the middle of it is a sketch of Chen Hui, which is this painting, which pushes Chen Hui to the position of the school flower.

This painting is very beautiful, not that Wu Zhongli boasts of his superb painting skills, but that he thinks the people in the painting are very beautiful.

Her smile is so sweet, unpretentious, very natural, her facial features are delicate like a work of art, just looking at her smile from afar, looking at the heart of the painter, it seems to be covered by a sweetness. It's a contagious smile.

In fact, what Wu Zhong took shape on the drawing paper just now is a portrait of Chen Hui.

Merely......

He may never be able to draw Chen Hui in the future.

He just stared blankly at the painting on the wall, for a long, long time.

……

Chen Hui lay in bed very early, but she couldn't sleep, and her mind was full of things about going to Wuzhong today.

She felt that something must have happened to Wu Zhong, and Wu Zhong would not have done this to her in the past.

At least no matter how childish she said, Wu Zhong would not say that she was boring, let alone so impatient.

But she didn't know why, she didn't know what was going on.

She has wondered if it is Wu Zhong's hand injury, but when she watched him play the game today, it was obviously normal, and the hand injury should not be able to play the game, right?

In fact, she didn't know that the game that Wu Zhong played only needed to click the right mouse button frequently, and the real operation was the left hand.

She thought crankily in her heart, and she didn't fall asleep until four o'clock in the morning, but fortunately it was the weekend, so she could sleep lazy, otherwise she really couldn't stand it.

When she got up, she looked at herself in the mirror, and the dark circles under her eyes were extremely heavy. Although she looked cute, she couldn't laugh.

Mom went to work early in the morning, leaving her alone at home.

During the period, she called Wang Xiaoyun several times to tell her about her thoughts, and Wang Xiaoyun also comforted her with kind words, don't think about it, an adolescent teenager, his mind is difficult to guess, and he is a little rebellious, and it will be fine after a while.

Chen Hui is convinced of this, yes, it must be so!

In the following days, Chen Hui rarely saw Wu Zhong, and within a few days, a new round of art exhibitions began.

Chen Hui and Huang Limei ran to watch as usual, but this time, Chen Hui found that there seemed to be a lot fewer people at the exhibition, more than half.

She carefully searched for Wu Zhong's works in the art exhibition.

It's a pity that I didn't find it after looking for a long time. Just as she was about to ask someone, she suddenly heard a few girls talking around her.

"Wu Zhong didn't participate in this exhibition, what happened to him, he won the ranking in the exhibition and got the money!"

"Yes, with his strength, he is the first steadily, but he doesn't participate. ”

"I heard that he hadn't been to the studio since he was traveling, so I don't know what happened. ”

"Some people said before that he was proud of his talents, thinking that he had studied well enough and didn't need to take any more classes, but he was too proud not to participate in the art exhibition......

……

Listening to everyone's discussions, Chen Hui realized that Wu Zhong did not participate in the exhibition. It's no wonder that fewer people are watching the exhibition this time.

Chen Hui thought to herself, and she didn't know if Wu Zhong didn't participate in the exhibition because he was angry about the injustice he had at school last time.

When I went back to the classroom, I could often hear a lot of discussion around me, all talking about how Wu Zhong was doing.

Even Huang Limei gossiped, "Huihui, what do you say is wrong with Wuzhong? Won't you really be arrogant, but think about it, the first place in the art exhibition is only so much money, and he won the award in the city before it was 10,000 yuan......

"Not really!"

Before Huang Limei finished speaking, she was refuted by Chen Hui.

She replied very affirmatively and earnestly: "Wu Zhongcai is not a person who is arrogant and arrogant! He must have his own reasons for not participating in the exhibition!"