Chapter 8
Xiao Yiheng was painting again.
He sat by the window, the orange paint embracing the other colors on the palette, then being added little by little to the painting called "After School".
Whenever Qiu Xian was free, she would watch him create. Watching Xiao Yiheng work with colors was a very pleasing thing.
This painting is nearing the end of its creation, and should be finished today.
Xiao Yiheng stopped writing and got up, the white apron on his body was already crumpled up with the paint.
Qiu Xian took the initiative to say, "I'll do the subsequent varnishing."
But Xiao Yiheng shook his head and refused, "Wait a moment, I haven't finished painting yet."
"What?" Qiu Xian was a little strange.
In her opinion, the painting was already very finished, the world was enveloped by the afterglow of the setting sun, gilding everything with a layer of orange-red light, with a lazy warmth. The orange sky, the orange leaves, the orange playground ...... The painting as a whole was woven with shades of orange that did not fall into the mold, and Qiu Xian believed that after this painting was sent to the gallery, it would definitely cause those regular customers to pursue it.
She originally thought that Xiao Yiheng's "not finished" was to add some more clouds or to add two more strokes to the background.
But Xiao Yiheng changed a clean brush, dipped it into the fullest gold in the paint tray, and added the finishing touch in the middle of the picture!
The tip of the brush trembled lightly, a figure was gradually sketched out. "He" looks very simple, the figure is small, can not see the face, the lines form his long limbs; "he" looks very complex, he seems to be climbing something, the movement is frozen in time.
In the center of the picture, which is composed entirely of orange, the golden figure seems to be jumping out of the canvas, so that people can not take their eyes off.
Qiu Xian hesitated: "What is he ...... doing?"
Why would such a person appear on the campus playground? "He was hanging on all fours by the fence beside the playground, grabbing the attention of every admirer.
Xiao Yiheng put down his brush and said calmly, "He is climbing over the wall."
"...... ah?"
Xiao Yiheng repeated, "He didn't want to go to study, he secretly went over the wall to play games in an Internet cafe without the permission of the class teacher."
Qiu Xian's heart was puzzled. Generally speaking, unless one was painting portraits, an artist would not deliberately think about "what this person was doing and why this person was doing it" when painting the background figures in a landscape painting. Xiao Yiheng was able to say the motive of this person's behavior so clearly, as if he knew such a person in real life.
Qiu Xian asked, "Is that your friend you're drawing?"
But Xiao Yiheng immediately denied: "Of course not."
Now, it made Qiu Xian even more curious.
But Xiao Yiheng did not want to say more, so Qiu Xian did not ask further questions. Boys of his age will always have some little secrets that they are not willing to talk to adults about.
The shiny figure in this painting is the secret that belongs to Xiao Yiheng alone.
......
When the sky was dark, Xiao Yiheng moved the painting to the corner of the classroom, packed up the brush and apron, said goodbye to Qiu Xian, and then picked up his school bag and left the classroom.
Huacheng First Middle School covers a large area, senior one, senior two and senior three each have a building, in addition, the school has another dormitory area, gymnasium, swimming pool, library, complex building and so on, there is even a small lake in the school, the environment is better than some universities.
Coincidentally, he met an "acquaintance" on his way from the school building to the school gate.
"Brother Xiao!" The boy came out of the sophomore building, obviously tall, but he looked much shorter than he actually was because of his hunchback. He had a pot head and thick glasses, and his description was shy. "Senior Brother Xiao, do you still remember me?"
Xiao Yiheng had a good memory and recognized him almost immediately, "You're the 'potato chip'?"
The day he reported back to school, he met this frail sophomore in the alley in front of the school. At that time, this junior was holding a bag of potato chips in his arms and was being bullied by a red-haired punk ...... who was a "suitor" of Li Orange.
The red-haired punk is the "suitor" of Li Orange. The schoolboy saw that this life-saver remembered himself and was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet: "Yes, it's me! I'm Yan Jing from sophomore (1) class, thank you so much for last time!"
The best class (1) is also called the rocket class, and there are many students who want to get into it.
Xiao Yiheng was in senior class (1), and strictly speaking, Yan Jing was his direct junior.
The two of them were walking together outside the school.
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Xiao Yiheng is not very talkative, and Yan Jing is not very talkative.
Yan Jing asked, "Brother, you don't live on campus?"
Xiao Yiheng replied, "Yes."
Yan Jing asked again, "Are there many students who don't live in school in their senior year? I'm the only one in my class, I'm not well and I have to go home every day to drink medicine."
Xiao Yiheng replied, "Not many."
Xiao Yiheng's answer was always only a few words, but Yan Jing was still beautiful and felt that he had a good conversation with his senior brother.
The only pity is that if he had known that he could meet Brother Xiao today, he should have brought his physics competition exercise book and asked Brother Xiao to sign it for him!
Yan Jing pushed the heavy black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and sighed with some regret.
After walking out of the school gate, the two looked at the shady alley on the left and chose to turn right at the same time.
Yan Jing was frightened and did not want to encounter the red-haired punk who was bullying him again.
Xiao Yiheng was on guard, not wanting to encounter the blond punk who fell from the sky again.
The result ......
The two just walked two steps and met a purple-haired punk.
Xiao Yiheng: "......"
Excuse me, is there some mysterious unspoken rule in the punk scene that you can't debut without dying your hair?
The purple-haired punk is a muscle bulge alpha male, with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a crowbar in his hand, standing without standing, the whole body parts are shaking. Behind him are also followed by seven or eight followers, copy and paste the same tight jeans with white t-shirts, this group of spiritual boys as if at any time to turn up the flower hand.
They are obviously not good, Yan Jing legs tremble, pick up the school bag on want to slip away.
The purple-haired punks grabbed his schoolbag by the strap: "Nerd, what are you running for?"
Yan Jing panicked and said, "I, I run to exercise!"
The purple-haired punk choked on his answer.
Xiao Yiheng interrupted their staring game and opened the door to ask, "What do you want?"
He was sure he didn't know this purple-haired punk, and Yan Jing didn't look like he would invite trouble.
The purple-haired punk shouted, "Listen up, I'm here to seek revenge!" He threw the crowbar with a tiger's breath, and with each turn of his wrist, the crowbar made a frightening whistling sound in the air.
The purple-haired punk said, "Last night, someone from your school beat up my little brother in an Internet cafe. If I don't teach him a lesson, how can my brother Tiger still be in the road!"
Xiao Yiheng heard the context, almost instantly, Li Orange's name popped into his mind.
...... run to the Internet cafe Internet can fight with others, this kind of thing, only that guy can do it.
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Tiger: "Nonsense, your school is so strictly prohibited, if I could get in, I would still need to ambush people at the entrance of your school!"
The youngsters behind him echoed, one by one, complaining about how strict the access control of Huacheng No.1 High School was, and how sharp-eyed the security guards were, actually seeing that they were not students at a glance!
Xiao Yiheng looked at this group of mental boys, honestly, if the security uncle can not see that they are not students, it is strange, right ......
"It's hard to catch you two, go, you guys roll back and call him out to me!" Tiger picked up Yan Jing's school uniform collar, which wanted to lift him directly off the ground like in the movie, which thought Yan Jing looks short, but actually long (chang) like a cat, the more he lifted, the longer (chang) he became.
Tiger: "......"
Yan Jing: "......"
Tiger gave up and slammed Yan Jing to the ground, commanding, "Quickly call out Xiao Yiheng from your senior (1) class for me! If I don't beat him up today, I'll call his father!!!"
Yan Jing: "???"
Xiao Yiheng: "......"
Xiao Yiheng cleared his throat and asked, "Excuse me, who did you just say you were looking for?"
Tiger: "Senior (1) class Xiao Yiheng!"
Xiao Yiheng: "Why are you looking for him?"
Tiger said impatiently, "What's wrong with your ears? He beat up my little brother in the Internet cafe yesterday, I'm here to seek revenge!"
Xiao Yiheng: "With all due respect, I think you have a brain problem."
"You fucking ......"
Xiao Yiheng said calmly: "Because I am Xiao Yiheng."
Tiger: "......"
Tiger boys: "......"
Brother Tiger hesitated, and so did the Tiger Boys.
They gathered around and gabbed about it.
"No, Yang said to me on the phone that the guy who put them in the hospital yesterday was a blond-haired omega."
"Could he have dyed his hair last night?"
"You can dye your hair from blonde to black, but you can't go from omega to alpha."
"Maybe he's an omega who looks like an alpha?"
The more Tiger thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. He frowned and looked Xiao Yiheng up and down several times: "Did you go to the Internet cafe yesterday?"
Xiao Yiheng shook his head: "Never been there."
Tiger asked again, "How many people named Xiao Yiheng are there in your school?"
Xiao Yiheng replied, "I'm the only one."
Tiger tsked and scratched his head, with his barren imagination, he couldn't figure out why "Xiao Yiheng" had become another person.
Xiao Yiheng did not bother to pursue why Li Orange would deliberately report his name, he said directly: "In fact, the blond-haired omega ......"
Not waiting for him to finish, a tiger junior suddenly shouted loudly, "I understand!"
Xiao Yiheng: "? What did you understand?"
Tiger boy: "Our brothers said that the omega yesterday smelled like alpha, and since the omega gave your name, you two must have an invisible py relationship!
Xiao Yiheng was shocked by his meticulous reasoning ability: "Wait ......"
"Wait what wait!" Tiger was instantly persuaded by his little brother, he was furious, and raised the crowbar in his hand with anger, "- beat him up!"
......
Every mealtime, the cafeteria of Huacheng First High School was always crowded with people.
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Today, Li Orange is not very lucky, in the game one after another encounter with a hard fight, not to mention the final chicken, several times even the first circle did not run out and died halfway.
He chewed strawberry-flavored bubble gum in his mouth, occasionally blowing a pink bubble, then popping it.
Suddenly, a hasty figure burst into the noisy cafeteria.
It was a boy with thick glasses and a stupid pot head, who stumbled into the cafeteria, out of breath.
"Eh? Isn't he Yan Jing, the school committee member of senior two (1) class?"
"That's him, a regular member of the 'Homecoming Club', who is said to be in poor health and never attends physical education classes."
"Why did he come to the cafeteria?"
Li Orange's ears were filled with these boring gossips, and it was rare for him to pull his attention from the game and lazily raise his eyes to look at it.
The next second, the college bully wearing glasses already called out: "Who, who go help! Xiao Yiheng is blocked by some punks in front of the school!