He even took the time to take a look at the night sky, which was beautiful. The shining stars in the night sky are also beautiful. Even the breeze that gently blew through his ears was beautiful to him.

The only thing that could not be good is that he himself is being punched and kicked. But it's nice to die on such a beautiful night.

I don't know how long the blacks beat him, but he vaguely heard a chaotic sound, and the two groups of people seemed to be arguing about something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

The pain from his body left him no time for anything else, and he slowly curled up his body, as if he could feel safer this way.

To his surprise, the three blacks actually left, probably seeing that he was half dead, there was really no possibility of survival.

Lying on the ground, he listened to the messy footsteps of several people very clearly, irregular, and of different severity. But for him at that time, the footsteps of their departure were like a beautiful song.

The corners of his mouth were smiling, but he felt the consciousness in his mind getting more and more blurred, as if something was faintly leading him to fall asleep. As long as you go to sleep, everything will be free.

Thinking of this, a relieved smile appeared on his face. Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, I can't help you get revenge. But I'm going to be with you soon, and we're about to be reunited.

Mom and Dad, I really ...... I miss you so much.

He slowly closed his eyes, but the beautiful face of a girl appeared in his mind. The curvature of the corners of his mouth is getting deeper and deeper, and the same, I finally don't have to deceive you with my conscience, and I will be free.

Let all the grievances and hatreds be drowned in this beautiful night, buried in the depths of his heart forever......

It may be that God favored him, but he did not die on that beautiful night. Instead, he was saved by a boy who looked like an angel.

That's right, that boy is Fu Zhanchen. That night he and his classmates wandered outside, in search of artistic inspiration.

Several big boys chased and fought, but they accidentally found Duan Sizhe lying in the corner. Fortunately, they are usually bold and have seen a lot of similar things.

When they saw the familiar Chinese face, they carried Duan Sizhe to his lodgings together, briefly treated the wounds on his body, and then waited for him to slowly wake up.

And during this period of Sizhe's coma, Fu Zhanchen took care of him the most. The reason is also very simple, because he rarely goes to class, and now he has a lot of reasons and excuses.

So when Duan Sizhe woke up from his coma, what he saw was Fu Zhanchen who was painting. In a trance, he felt that he had come to heaven and saw angels drawing......

Later he learned that not everyone who looks like an angel is an angel, and he is more likely to be a devil.

At that time, Fu Zhanchen was painting, but suddenly there was a sound behind him, he turned his head, and saw that Duan Sizhe had already struggled to sit up from the bed.

"Are you awake? Would you like to drink some water? Fu Zhanchen, who had always been familiar with him, smiled, as if he was facing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

To be honest, the reason why Duan Sizhe didn't have that strong joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe at that time was because even if Fu Zhanchen saw him wake up, his expression didn't have much waves.

Duan Sizhe opened his mouth, but his voice was extremely hoarse. He nodded, trying to make a friendly look on his face.

It's a pity that Fu Zhanchen didn't look at him at all, and handed him the water used to make a paintbrush next to him: "Give it." ”

Duan Sizhe shook his head with a wry smile and pointed to the water cup in his hand. Fu Zhanchen, who was grinning, looked down and couldn't help laughing: "Haha, I said why do you think something is wrong." No, this water is too muddy, how can I give you a drink? ”

Duan Sizhe frowned, thinking in his heart that he meant that if it wasn't cloudy, he could let him drink this water?

After waking up, he didn't feel much, but after he knew that he had been taken care of by this boy all this time, he had a kind of happiness in his heart for the rest of his life.

Fu Zhanchen shook his head as he spoke, poured a glass of water and handed it to Duan Sizhe, who was lying on the bed, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth as he spoke: "It's okay now, here you go." ”

Duan Sizhe took a large glass of water and drank it, cleared his throat before he spoke, "Thank you, classmate." ”

"There's nothing to thank, we just saw you like a Chinese, so we carried you back." The effort of raising your hands is not enough. ”

Fu Zhanchen smiled heartily, a mouthful of big white teeth was extremely attractive. He was sincere, more than most of the people he came into contact with. This is how Duan Sizhe felt at that time.

"Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person?" Duan Sizhe thought so in his heart, so he blurted out subconsciously.

After he realized that he had blurted out his inner thoughts, he was secretly surprised in his heart.

Over the years, he has long been accustomed to not letting people easily see his inner thoughts, but he didn't expect that after meeting this really cool big boy today, he will become simpler.

"No kidding, how can a bad guy be beaten like you? I see, you've met the bad guys, right? Fu Zhanchen shook his head and said disapprerovingly.

"I think you're a student, why don't you go to class?" Duan Sizhe took a sip of water and did not answer the boy's question. Isn't he really a bad guy? He couldn't say it himself.

"Hey, what's the point of going to class, that's what the old man said, it's boring." Fu Zhanchen smiled, picked up the brush in his hand again, and carefully sketched on the drawing paper.

Duan Sizhe was secretly surprised, he didn't pay attention just now. Now when I see the boy's drawings, I didn't expect him to be so talented.

"Your painting is very good, it's just that your family sent you abroad, it doesn't just want you to hide at home and paint, right?"

"Of course, I don't dare to say anything else, I'm still very talented in drawing. Of course, they didn't want me to paint in a different place, I knew what they thought, but unfortunately I wouldn't follow their wishes. ”

When Fu Zhanchen was talking about his paintings, the corners of his mouth hooked up an arc. When talking about his family's expectations of him, he smiled indifferently and said nonchalantly.

"Oh? Aren't you afraid that when they find out, they won't let you draw anymore? ”

In fact, he also has his own passions, but it's a pity that he no longer has the opportunity to touch them. Now seeing that Fu Zhanchen in front of him is obsessed with his dream, he is really a little envious.

"Don't be afraid, what I want to do, no one can stop me." Fu Zhanchen dashingly dropped the last stroke on the drawing paper, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile.