waste heat

Chapter 67

Cheng Yan has completely mastered how to get along with Song Yu, and he has gradually adapted to his uncertain mood. One second is fine, and the next second will explode. If it is someone else, Cheng Yan will definitely call him crazy, but Song Yu, he did everything normally, hugged him, pushed him away, told him to roll, and clung to him tightly and wouldn't let go.

It all depends on what he wants to do.

Song Yu was aware of his excitement, and hurriedly let go of his hand. Cheng Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed the red mark left by his fingernails.

It still hurts.

"Don't eat if you don't eat," Song Yu said, "I'll buy you something else."

He left the classroom like this.

Cheng Yan watched his back, his eyes were full of depression, he was easily aroused in the past, because Song Yu did a small thing and showed that he cared about him, he would be very happy, but now he can't, It's too bad, so peaceful, from emotion to heart.

Cheng Yan picked up the phone and went back to the dormitory.

Song Yu naturally didn't see him. When he came back, the classroom was empty, the wind lifted the books on the table, and the sunlight came in through the window and hit the desk full of youth imprints. The youthful frivolity and pride were never easy to heal. The same is true for the fragile hearts of teenagers. They tried their best, but it was useless in the end. Only when they grow up slowly and are healed by time, can the wounds heal.

The plastic bag Song Yu was carrying contained a lot of food, everything, including his favorite drink, his favorite bread, and a few lollipops to pass the time, he didn’t know Whatever he bought, he bought everything, but his boy was not waiting for him where he was.

Song Yu always thought that his heart was very strong, and that he could grow up smoothly under the unpredictable education methods of his parents, which shows that his vitality is still very tenacious, and his psychological quality is still strong enough, isn't it?Now he is standing in the empty classroom, seeing that the space is empty, it is not life, it is death, his eyes are red.

Song Yu turned around and went out, and ran into a girl, it was Li Xiaoxiao, he didn't know him, but the other party must know him.

Li Xiaoxiao was both surprised and delighted. He didn't know how to react for a while, so he didn't speak, and Song Yu didn't stop any longer. He passed her side without leaving any evidence of his presence.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him, not knowing why he was here, but only looked at Cheng Yan's desk, which had a large bag of things.

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Cheng Yan went back to the dormitory, did nothing, went to bed and slept.

Some people were lying on the bed and swiping their phones, laughing for a while, some people were watching TV, the voices of the characters were noisy, some were watching foreign movies, playing mobile games, the dormitory was not quiet at noon.

"Can you keep your voice down?" Cheng Yan frowned, reminding them, "I want to sleep for a while."

Qu Tao said: "I want to sleep too, Zhang Teng turn down the game sound."

"Oh, okay, okay," Zhang Teng lowered his volume, stretched out his head, and looked at Cheng Yan's bed: "Old Cheng, when did you come back?"

Cheng Yan: "Just now."

Cheng Yan turned over, covered his forehead with his arms, and closed his eyes. It was cool in the dormitory, but the bed in the dormitory was never hypnotized by the desks in the classroom. It took him a long time to fall asleep, and then a short time Wake up, or wake up by them.

Someone patted his bed with an anxious voice: "Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan? It's class, get up quickly."

Cheng Yan opened his eyes, and standing by the bed was Guan Di.

Cheng Yan was lying on the bed in a daze.

Seeing that he woke up, Guan Di said, "Get up quickly, everyone has finished walking, it's already twenty one past one."

There are 10 minutes to class.

He actually slept so deeply?

Cheng Yan hurriedly sat up, looked at the time, and stepped on the ladder to get out of bed. He didn't take off his socks, and his shoes were a little too big, so he stepped in directly.

Guan Di said, "What's the matter with you? It doesn't feel right to you all day."

Cheng Yan tidied up his things neatly. He has one advantage, that is, he never procrastinates. Except for emotions, he handles other behaviors and things in a smooth manner.

"It's just slept through." Cheng Yan stood up, holding the phone and said, "Let's go."

Guan Di followed him. Guan Di didn't sleep, but he was a little slow to pack his things. He took off his clothes when he slept, and was shocked when he found Cheng Yan still on the bed. He thought Cheng Yan and Qu Tao had left early in the morning. .

As expected, he was late when he returned to the classroom. No matter how fast he was, it took time to climb the stairs. When he came up, the teacher had already come in. Fortunately, it was not a math class, but an art teacher.

"Report." Cheng Yan bowed obediently at the door.

The art teacher beckoned, without much embarrassment, one sentence was more neat than theirs, "Come in."

Cheng Yan returned to the classroom.

Shen Yun's head wished to make a 180-degree turn. She observed Cheng Yan. People who were late could attract attention, and Cheng Yan was even more capable. Sometimes people would ignore his appearance if he walked too close.

Shen Yun turned her head and said to her deskmate, "I think Cheng Yan is prettier than Yu Chi."

"School grass?" The deskmate said, "Yu Chi is very good-looking."

"I didn't say he is not good-looking, I just think Cheng Yan is not inferior to him." Shen Yun said and looked back, Cheng Yan was at a loss for a lot of things on the table.

The tablemate followed Shen Yun's line of sight and asked in a low voice, "Then which one do you think looks better, Cheng Yan or Song Yu?"

Shen Yun turned her head and thought about it seriously, "It's not the same style."

The deskmate: "I think Song Yu is pretty."

Shen Yun grabbed the pen and the white paper, her tone was a little bit argumentative: "I think Cheng Yan is pretty."

The protagonist being talked about is worrying about the things on the table.

When Cheng Yan came back and saw such a big bag, Guan Di and the others were all asking him who bought it, and if they could share some of it. Only Zhao Yibai knew it well. If Cheng Yan didn't say anything, he would be more sure who bought it. up.

Cheng Yan didn't expect that he would actually buy it.

He threw a package of things to Guan Di and said, "Divide it yourself."

He doesn't know what to do with these things, he won't take them back, and he won't eat them himself, so let's divide them up. Cheng Yan doesn't even want to get involved with Song Yu now, he likes a clear relationship, and he doesn't want to either Continuing with him on the account that he doesn't understand.

Guan Di divided the food and said in admiration, "It's all edible, it's so refreshing."

The back row began to "distribute spoils", and there was a lot of commotion. As soon as the teacher raised his head, they wisely kept their duties, then lowered their volume, and continued their small movements.

Zhao Yibai got two lollipops and sandwich bread, and poked Cheng Yan's back from behind, Cheng Yan was arranging drawing paper and charcoal pencils.

"Did he buy it?" Zhao Yibai didn't even need to clarify, his eyes were full of words, he knew Cheng Yan could understand.

Cheng Yan turned back, continued to organize the drawing paper in his hand, laid it flat on the drawing board, and asked, "How do you know?"

Zhao Yibai laughed: "This sandwich bread, the green apple flavored lollipop, and the orange juice in Guan Di's hand are all your taste?"

Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai have been friends since childhood. They both know what they like to eat and what they don't like to eat. Sometimes they suspect that the other party is their long-lost brother. For example, Cheng Yan is right now. Zhao Yibai's identity is very suspicious.

"Just eat." Cheng Yan didn't explain much, picked up the pen, today's class is figure painting, draw at will, choose real people around you to draw, this is today's art homework.

"Who are you drawing?" Zhao Yibai choked on the lollipop, biting it loudly.

"I'm looking for it." Cheng Yan flipped through the phone's photo album. He doesn't like taking pictures, and there are mostly other people's photos in his phone. His mother has more, and when he goes out to play occasionally, his mother always asks him to take pictures and send them to her. Cheng Yan I didn't delete the original, and kept it.

It came in handy today.

When he was choosing a photo of his mother, he turned to the photo with Song Yu, the one called Love Head, the background of the street corner. A strong light fell on him, tenderness and affection, it is a photo that looks very close to him.

Memories are memories, and the end is the end. Without thinking too much, Cheng Yan slid over and found his mother's wedding photo.

Get started.

Shen Yun came to Cheng Yan with the drawing board in her arms.

Knocking on Cheng Yan's desk, Cheng Yan, who had just drawn a line, raised his head and looked Shen Yun up and down.

"Brother, I'll draw you." Sitting in front of Cheng Yan, Shen Yun changed places with others again. She spread the drawing board on the table and asked, "Who are you drawing?"

"My mother," Cheng Yan looked at her blank drawing paper, "Why are you drawing me?"

"Practice," Shen Yun pointed, "Then who is painting you and Song Yu?"

Cheng Yan looked in the direction she pointed, wondering who had the same idea as him just now, but he couldn't do that, but someone did it generously, Cheng Yan asked curiously: "Where did she get the photo?"

Shen Yun explained: "On the Internet, you forgot that you had such a big fight with Song Yu some time ago."

It just stopped recently, because of Tan Tingting's matter, and because everyone is young and the information is too developed, the scandal between him and Song Yu didn't last long, and was overwhelmed by other things.

Seeing that Cheng Yan didn't say anything, Shen Yun also recalled the old melon, "Is there any?"

Cheng Yan glanced at her, "No."

There will be no more in the future.

Shen Yun pursed her lips, a little pity, but also a little happy.

The quiet art class is a harmonious landscape. The young people lower their heads, draw their relatives and friends on their hands, and occasionally communicate with each other. This atmosphere is rare.

The art teacher walked around the desks of the students, nodding and giving guidance from time to time. The students painted and corrected, and a satisfactory painting was born.

After the painting was finished, the teacher didn't just take it away, but asked everyone to introduce the people in the painting, from all aspects.

Cheng Yan didn't expect it. He didn't know what to say. He didn't have any fancy words. He searched the Internet for sentences describing his mother, but he felt that the reading was too contrived. When it was his turn to present on stage, he chose to describe it by himself.

Before it even started, the buzz below started, saying, "The painting is good."

"Cheng Yan, did you draw your sister?"

The teacher interrupted: "Be quiet and listen to someone."

Cheng Yan showed his painting and said: "I drew my mother, and this is her appearance in her twenties. My mother married my father earlier, at the age of 17. The conditions were not good at that time. There is no wedding photo, but I added it later. Although my mother is very nagging, she always dislikes me this and that, but it does not prevent her from being a great beauty. She is gone now because she has too much to worry about. It is also thanks to her and my dad that I can sit here and read comfortably, so I drew her."

The art teacher nodded to Cheng Yan, expressing his satisfaction, not only for his nine-point painting skills, but also for his sincere expression. The teacher's duty is not limited to imparting knowledge, but also the noble mission of educating people.

Seeing that each student is on the right track, full-fledged and mature, they will also be proud.

"Cheng Yan, your mother is so beautiful."

"Really, I thought it was your sister when you didn't say it at first."

Cheng Yan smiled: "This was taken when she was 26 years old."

"Go to your house tomorrow to play and have a look."

Cheng Yan returned to his seat, and it was the turn of the next classmate to make an introduction. Cheng Yan took a mobile phone, took a picture of the painting, and sent it to his mother.

Mom【Is this me? 】;

Cheng Yan [Don't look like it? 】;

Mom [my mouth is not so big];

Cheng Yan【Just say you are beautiful or not】;

Mom [It must be, your face is all thanks to your mother and me]

There was really nothing he could do about his mother, he boasted that he was willing to do it, and he was also willing to complain about him, Cheng Yan put away his phone and looked up at the podium.

Chen Ziyi is introducing: "I drew my sister, who is still very young, nothing else, I think it's cute. I didn't realize that my sister looks so much like me when I drew it, because several classmates asked me if I drew it myself. When I was a child."

Then Zhao Yibai came to the stage to show: "I drew my dog, why did I draw it, refer to Chen Ziyi's speech, it's cute."

Chen Ziyi at the bottom: "Zhao Yibai, you are the dog!"

Zhao Yibai, who has slightly poor language organization skills: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you and your sister are dogs, I mean that my dog ​​is cute, and of course, I didn't mean that my dog ​​looks like me..."

The crowd laughed loudly, there was a loud noise, someone threw chalk at Zhao Yibai, and there was a sharp question: "Is a dog a character?"

Behind Zhao Yibai was Shen Yun. Before Shen Yun started to speak, there was a burst of booing, and everyone turned their heads to look at Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan also saw it, but he knew it a long time ago, and was not surprised that Shen Yun painted himself.

Others couldn't do it, and they all booed and said: "Yo Yo Yo, who is this painting?"

"Shen Yun, why are you painting Cheng Yan? Besides, is Cheng Yan so handsome?"

Shen Yun rolled her eyes, "Look at yourself."

The male student who was just joking was offended and couldn't be provoked, so he shut up, and others wanted to hear the reason.

Shen Yun glanced at Cheng Yan and said, "I drew Cheng Yan because I really didn't know who to draw, so I wanted to draw a classmate..."

Before Shen Yun finished speaking, someone asked again: "Then why don't you draw Chen Ziyi? You two play so well..."

"Can you listen to me?" Shen Yun reasoned, and the teacher also helped her, telling the others to be quiet, Shen Yun continued: "I just want to draw a random one, but I also want to choose a good-looking one. I once painted Wang Zhe, but he didn’t cooperate and had a big mouth, so I passed him.”

Wang Zhe, who was named: "You said that I didn't cooperate with you without even asking me? And you have a big mouth."

Shen Yun had reason and evidence: "You were the one who started booing just now."

The two insisted on their own opinions, and the verbal battle didn't last for a while. The next classmate came up, and the girl's voice said clearly: "Everyone knows what I drew. Next, please let me make a wave of value."

Cheng Yan was also waiting for her to tell her why she painted him and Song Yu.

The female classmate said: "This is Cheng Yan from our class and Song Yu from the third year of high school. They are not strangers. They had a heated fight some time ago... Cheng Yan, don't get me wrong, what I'm going to say is just to borrow Sharing the things about the two of you with everyone is not to connotate you."

Cheng Yan didn't want to interrupt her or stop her, he was listening.

The female classmate continued: "I just want to tell you about homosexuality. I know this topic is very sensitive. Many people can't accept it and can't understand it. I was the same. Before when someone mentioned same-sex love to me, I would feel disgusted the first time. Later, I learned a little bit about it, and then I heard some words that I thought were very reasonable, and I felt that my thinking was a bit out of order.”

"I didn't have any other intentions in drawing this picture. The two of them had a heated fight some time ago, and they were all speculating about their relationship. In fact, if it were a different person, I don't think everyone would be so excited, because the protagonists are two boys. They will receive special attention. Whether they are true or not, homosexuality is not a sin. We live in an advanced and open era, and our thinking should also be in sync with the times. Love should be free and fearless. We humans define it, and we humans have not made mistakes? In the 5000 years of China, how much dross culture and cognition have we abolished to establish our brilliant civilization today? When a relationship does not break the law, do not commit crimes, and do not touch For the benefit of anyone, if we don’t provoke our moral bottom line, we are really so stingy, we want to crucify this small amount of love? The society tolerates us and allows all kinds of personalities to exist. Do you have to care about everything? I personally think that homosexuality is not a crime, and love is not a crime. It is just one of the types of love.”

After the girl finished speaking, there was silence for a long time. No one made jokes. Not all of them listened and were persuaded. ...

However, when the students were frightened and afraid that something would happen, a burst of applause rang out, and everyone turned their heads. The first one to applaud was their art teacher.

"Sounds so good, shouldn't we give some encouragement?" The art teacher burst into applause as soon as he said this. The girl on the stage was shining brightly, and the soul of her thoughts was glowing and glowing, which was passed on to everyone in the classroom. everyone.

Everyone is the protagonist of their own life. Although most people are insignificant to the world, they occasionally illuminate a dark area and realize their own value at a certain stage.

"You remind me of a sentence said by a character in a story." The art teacher walked to the podium, touched the back of the girl's head, and said to the students below: "Girls have thoughts, souls, hearts, talents and beauty." , this sentence is probably about you, bravely stand here today to share your insights, and dare to talk about this taboo topic, you have fully demonstrated how charming a thoughtful girl can be, and the painting is very good .”

The art teacher clapped his hands, and the female student walked down. The art teacher's action gave the girl strong support.

At that moment, the girl was so shining that Cheng Yan couldn't focus on her painting, but her sincere eyes. He met many beautiful girls, but none of them made him feel this kind of admiration , It’s not that she has a filter because she painted herself, it’s just what the teacher said, thinking girls are very charming.

Please correct me, Cheng Yan thinks that thoughtful people are very charming, and he may never forget this girl named Luo Qianyi, because she gave him a powerful force when they were sneaking around and being talked about. support.

Although he and Song Yu are over.

"Luo Qianyi can do it," Qu Tao said, "I thought she would tell some jokes, but it turned out to be really, really valuable, although I am not very supportive of homosexuality, but I was almost convinced by her. "

After finishing speaking, he looked at Cheng Yan, "It would be better if you and Song Yu were real."

Cheng Yan smiled lightly, but did not speak.

The art of this festival is impressive, there are laughter and touches, there are valuable jokes, some people joked and fooled, some people lowered their expectations and became a blockbuster. It would be great if I heard these words earlier. Earlier, he and Song Yu, maybe it's more than just sneaking around.

Zhao Yibai threw him a lollipop, Cheng Yan looked up at him and grabbed it in his hand, he hesitated for a while, then walked out of the seat.

The girl who had just been praised was lowering her head to change the painting. Someone tapped her shoulder lightly. She raised her head and saw Cheng Yan who didn't have a deep relationship.

It is also the protagonist of her painting.

Cheng Yan put grape-flavored lollipops on her painting.

"What's wrong?" Luo Qianyi frowned, looked at the lollipop, and looked up at Cheng Yan in puzzlement.

Cheng Yan shook his head slightly: "No, I'll eat it for you."

He has been depressed these days, until this girl expressed that fresh insight. For some reason, he may just feel that the shining Joe in the book came out.

Someone is always healing you unintentionally, although only a few words, although you don't quite know the reason at the time.

But you remember, but you thank.

The author says:

will grow slowly—

From confusion to clarity.

Sometimes walking in the maze of thoughts, immersed in low emotions, unable to untie this knot, and not letting go of myself, but occasionally when I turn to a book and see a sentence, I am full of energy again, giving myself comfort and encouragement , so repeatedly, stumbling and growing.

Maybe this is the charm of life.

May everyone grow up strong in the stumbling life.