In the first half of the third year of high school, when art students took the exam, Wang Tutu spent the whole spring carrying a paint box on his back

She went from a remote town to a bustling province and city, carrying a heavy paint box on her back and following the crowd. She carries a sketchpad on her shoulder, a schoolbag around her neck, and an easel and paint box in both hands. She is like a teenager who is carrying the whole youth on her back, and she is rampant

On the street at the end.

Wang Tutu was so tired that he couldn't breathe, so he found a random place and sat down.

Xijiang Art Institute...... Changchun University ......" opened the notebook and looked at the art examination schools written on it. Wang Tutu couldn't help but cover his eyes. She no longer had any strength to walk, so she looked at the smiling pedestrians in front of her. She stretched out her hand

I hugged my knees, and then I couldn't help but cry.

Wang Tutu's shoulders were pressed by the heavy drawing board and couldn't straighten his waist. She walked slowly to the bus stop on her legs, and waited for the bus to arrive. She put everything she was reaching out for on the ground, and it wasn't until the sketchpad bag on her shoulder snapped off that she saw despair.

The "bang" sound of the drawing board smashed on the ground, smashing the pedestrians waiting at the bus stop.

Wang Tutu wanted to cry, but he couldn't. She crouched down to pick up the drawing board on the floor. I finally picked it up, but I found that the car I was waiting for had already driven away. She stood up and stared blankly in the direction of the car, and before she could shout, she saw the car disappear.

She sent a text message to Chen Man: I'm going to die.

Most of the people stopping at the bus stop are art students, carrying drawing boards and painting boxes. They quickly ran up with the things in their hands at the moment the bus stopped, and the moment the bus moved, they instantly calmed down their inner uneasiness. They are like strangers in this city, and like passers-by in this city, smiling like flowers under the eyes of a group of strange people.

Wang Tutu received Chen Man's reply letter, and his heart was warm. She turned to look in the direction the bus was coming from, and at a glance saw the boy wearing a cap and bowing his head past her. She just glanced at it, and then stood on her feet.

She never imagined that in this strange city, she would still meet that familiar person.

The drawing board in her hand had already taken all her strength, and Wang Tutu didn't have time to think, so she turned around in the direction the man was walking. She saw that good-looking figure, stretched by the sun. She smiled and opened her mouth.

But...... She didn't have the courage to call his name.

In this strange city, how did she know that person was Xiao Ran.

Wang Tutu smiled, laughing self-deprecatingly. She seemed to see the persistent self, standing in the wind like a fool. The thing in her hand strangled her arm with a red mark, but it hurt her heart. She thought that person was Xiao Ran, but she didn't dare to shout. What if she shouts and recognizes the wrong person.

In the past two years, Wang Tutu has never heard anything about Xiao Ran.

It was as if the man had disappeared from life, and she had not thought of him or heard about him. Since the last time we said goodbye, we haven't had a chance to see each other. Maybe this is the fate between them, it's just two people who don't have any intersection.

When the bus came, Wang Tutu just looked at the person's back again, and then picked up the painting tools with difficulty and walked onto the bus.

……

After the art students finish the exam, they really end their painting careers and begin to devote themselves to the study of cultural courses. I heard Zhang Ruo say that he did very well in the physical education exam, and many teachers in the examination room left him contact information at that time.

Compared with the cultural class, Wang Tutu fell into a long period of contemplation.

The life of the third year of high school passed very quickly, and she rolled into the pile of textbooks before she had time to enjoy the worship of her younger brothers and sisters. She always sat in front of the window and watched the group of students playing happily on the playground, and then the teacher grabbed her ears and brought them to the blackboard.

Wang Tutu, a senior in high school, became the number one representative of the class.

……

"Don't think that if you're an art student, there's something great about it, art students also have to take cultural classes, don't you know?"

The dean sat at his desk and looked at the drowsy student in front of him. He has seen a lot of Adou who can't be helped, but he will grow under his own education. But the college entrance examination student in front of him, who is known as a literary star, is helpless.

"Yes, yes." Since the end of the art examination, being criticized by the teaching director in person has become a common occurrence for Wang Tutu.

Seeing the person nodding, the teaching director's expression softened, "Go back and study hard, and call your parents if you fail the exam next time." ”

……

When I returned home, I saw Zhang Ruo looking at him with a smile on his face. Wang Tutu was a little disgusted, but he still walked over in the eyes of everyone. She walked over to Zhang Ruo's side and sat down, and took out a comic book from the bookcase. She looked down and saw the people around her speak.

"Let me tell you, Zha Shuai came to school yesterday." Zhang Ruo danced with his hands.

Zha Shuai, this familiar name. How could Wang Tutu forget, the senior who confessed in front of everyone. But to be honest, Wang Tutu didn't care. She didn't think that there was anything to be happy about Zha Shuai's appearance at school, but she said to Zhang Ruo's behavior

Quite contempt. She held out a finger towards the man, then lowered her head and continued to read the comic book in front of her.

Zhang Ruo frowned, and then said, "Senior Zha Shuai...... Also asked you......"

"Ask me what to do?" Wang Tutu did not look at him.

Zhang Ruo: "Just ask how you've been doing lately?" ”

Wang Tutu: "Oh...... Did you tell him that I moved and had a different father? ”

Zhang Ruo frowned: "Why did I tell him this?!" ”

"That's fine," Wang Tutu muttered.

"By the way, I accidentally ran into a senior during the art exam some time ago."

The sports students on the playground were enthusiastically chasing, and Zha Shuai just ran fast with his strength. He overcame many obstacles and leaped towards the finish line in front of him. His first is natural and expected.

He was surrounded by several boys, and then suddenly lifted up. Like a splendid child, he enjoyed the cheers of the crowd.

Zhang Ruo thought he had misheard, but he was sure that he had not heard it wrong. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and secretly handed it to Wang Tutu, who was silent and touched the man's arm in the hope that she would see it.

Wang Tutu just turned his head and saw it.

The content of the message is: Xiao Ran is not a good thing, don't harm that girl.

Wang Tutu just smiled and continued to read her comics.

Cha Shuai came to Wang Tutu's class after running, and he waited outside the door for a long time until the man walked out of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back. He was holding a nice box with a newly released figure. He knew that Wang Tutu liked this, so he spent high

The price was brought back from outside.

As soon as Wang Tutu went out, he was blocked by Cha Shuai's whole person.

"Hi, senior sister, long time no see." Cha Shuai's face was casually flat, but his heart was pounding.

Wang Tutu was startled, but he only smiled awkwardly. She stretched out her hand and waved, then smiled: "Hi, Senior Cha...... Long time no see. ”