Beyond The Outline

The playground after school in the sixth middle school is the busiest. Sometimes the boys don’t bother to eat for dinner and swarm to the basketball court to occupy positions.Xu Sheng occasionally goes to play, but his role is not only to play.It was this master who led a group of people to open the iron net door of the basketball court, and lazily walked inside carrying a bottle of water. No one in the school dared to grab the basket with him.

Xu Sheng went to the playground to show his face, sitting on the edge of the flowerbed with his legs bent and watching Zhang Feng use his very amateur layup technique to make a three-step layup without making a layup. He booed twice as the crowd booed.

Zhang Feng jumped up and down on the court, meaningless.

Xu Sheng looked far away, left the crowd, and landed on the road across the road from the basketball court and across the road leading to the boys’ dormitory building. The boy in school uniform carried a bag on one shoulder, and one ear was stuffed. Only earphones, walking towards the station.

Xu Shengxin said that there are so many people in this school who wear school uniforms, and the school uniform he is at the same table can really be recognized at a glance.

The English recitation in Shao Zhan's headset was interrupted for two seconds, and then a clear message prompt appeared in the headset.

He slid away the phone screen.

S: I saw you.

S: I'm in the playground, looking back.

Shao Zhan stopped, and as usual, he must directly express the six words "Do you see me care about you?" After he became Xu Sheng, he would bear the name of the school boss, the memories of the past and those people and things. Suddenly swept toward him.

The news appeared too unexpected.

Although Xu Sheng didn't ask much and changed the subject at the right time, Xu Sheng was sometimes more keen than he thought. This keenness comes from the observation of people, which is completely different from the randomness that appears on the surface.

However, the word "return" seemed to have some magic power, and Shao Zhan raised his eyes and looked over.

Summer days are long and nights are short.The sun hasn't started to set, the sun is hot.

When Xu Sheng sat there, he was more swaggering than the basketball players.

He was holding a bottle of water in his hand, and the hem of his clothes was blown up by the wind. The earrings in the classroom were usually not conspicuous, and the earrings fold out under the light-seeing Shao Zhan turning back, Xu Sheng smiled. Kong Chong waved him.

S: See you next week.

Shao Zhan reminded him: There will be results next week.

S:...

Xu Sheng is planning to return something.

Zhang Feng retired from the field and wiped his sweat with the hem of his school uniform: "The girl opposite, did you see me just now?"

Xu Sheng returned to his senses: "What girl?"

"Didn't you just ask you to help me stare?" Zhang Feng was anxious. "The one on the opposite playground, with two braids, she is in our next class in the first year of high school. You don't care about the life-long issues of your brother at all. "

"You're chasing more people, where can I remember each one," Xu Sheng didn't dare to say that he patronized the same table, forgetting it at all. "Just your layup, you still beg to heaven. She didn't look at you just now."

Zhang Feng choked, and realized that Xu Sheng's direction was obviously wrong just now, and he looked along: "No, what were you looking at?"

"..." Xu Sheng said, holding the water bottle, "I didn't see anything."

"I didn't look at you..."

Halfway through what Zhang Feng said, he also saw the school uniform: "Learn God?"

Xu Sheng twisted the water bottle up and took a sip of water, intending to fool the topic, but Zhang Feng sat down beside him, as if thinking of something, patted Xu Sheng's shoulder solemnly: "Speaking of learning God, I was not embarrassed to ask you about that last time, but later I found that I really couldn't ask..."

Xu Sheng was taken aback by him.

The man's sixth sense tells him that this is almost always a sequelae of the exchange of bodies, which is related to his previous crazy show operation.

Sure enough, Zhang Feng said: "Just post the matter. Actually you can feel it. I think Xueshen likes you."

The power of this sentence was no less than that of yesterday's thunder, and the saliva in Xu Sheng's mouth almost didn't come out.

Xu Sheng said with difficulty afterwards: "What do you think...?"

Zhang Feng: "Isn't this obvious enough? A person who seldom plays Tieba in Xueshen wrote a small essay of more than 500 words for you, with peach-like charming eyes-don't tell me about hacking or hacking. Others don’t know that I still don’t understand, I begged Meng Guowei to be at the same table with you and coach you to study. This is not clear enough? On the day of the fight in the Internet cafe, I finally figured out why he hurried over! "

He is not.

He didn't.

But Xu Sheng was unable to argue.

After the exchange came back, he really felt what Shao Zhan's personality had become by him.

Xu Sheng’s speechless response gave Zhang Feng the confidence. He felt that he was amazing. The biggest secret of Linjiang Sixth Middle School was broken by him: "Okay, I know that there are some things I shouldn’t break, after all. It's your two private affairs."

Xu Sheng interrupted: "It's not... this thing may be wrong with your imagination."

Zhang Feng's eyes were full of determination: "I understand, what are you afraid of with me, I won't say it."

"..."

Brother, I am really scared of you like this.

Xu Sheng sighed finally: "Fuck you, get out and play, get out."

Zhang Feng held the ball on the court.

Xu Sheng sat on the basketball court for a while. Before the sky gradually darkened, he clicked on WeChat and read the phrase "come back on the weekend" again.

Then he threw the water bottle into the trash can, and then got up.

"boom"!

A parabola crossed, and it was just thrown in an impartial way.

After not going home after a month, the community is still the same, with more green plants, and two rows of plane trees are planted on both sides of the road when entering the community.The residential area is located on the edge of the urban area of ​​City C, which is not overly lively and the environment is quiet.

Xu opened the door in full bloom, and the light at the entrance was on.

When he got home, the woman had just returned from the company. She was wearing a black vertical striped suit, simple and capable, with long hair slightly curly, and she called from the window: "No problem, Mr. Xue, I will have someone change the report tonight... …I’m sorry, I should be more careful, there shouldn’t be such a mistake."

Xu Sheng passed by the living room and knocked twice at the door of the dining room with his fingers, not to mention, to inform her that he was coming.

Xu Yaping said a few more words before hanging up.

Xu Sheng originally poured himself a glass of water, and when she saw her hung up the phone, he pushed the glass of water in front of her, and then he leaned back in the chair.

On the table are home-cooked dishes packed from a nearby restaurant.

Xu Yaping said: "Suddenly there was work to do, and before I had time to buy vegetables, I ordered some takeaway."

Women look like typical women in the workplace, they look a lot like Xu Sheng, especially their eyes, but the shape of women's eyes is not as sharp as a teenager.Except for the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, years hardly left any traces on her body. Anyone who sees her will think that this is a very beautiful woman.

From the busy work state, the woman looked tired.

Xu Yaping said that her tone of voice was tempered in the workplace, and she was unknowingly tough: "I heard that you did the test yesterday, how did you get on the test?"

Xu Sheng didn't care, and picked up a chopstick dish: "Just like that, perform normally, there is more than 100 points of room for improvement."

Others took more than one hundred tests.By the time he has become this, there is still more than one hundred room for improvement.

Xu Yaping: "..."

Xu Yaping held the chopsticks and did not move for a long time. She seemed to endure and endure, and finally put down the chopsticks and took the initiative to break the seemingly normal atmosphere: "Are you still thinking about—"

There was a "pop".Before she could finish her words, Xu Sheng also put down his chopsticks.

The air seemed to stop suddenly.

It was so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

Neither person mentioned the word, but it was no different from saying it.

In this compelling air, Xu Sheng subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to unbutton the school uniform, only to remember that he was not Shao Zhan now, and he did not wear a school uniform.

After a long while, Xu Sheng got up and opened his mouth and said, "Mom, I'm full, you can eat yourself."

Xu Yaping did not speak, and held back her nails almost pinched into the flesh. Xu Sheng was happy when she came back. She half regretted that she was impatient and made a good meal like this, and half was angry and angry with the child's learning attitude. : "You stop, where do you want to go."

Xu Yaping also stood up, and the two confronted each other across the dining table: "I know you are still blaming me, even hating me, hating me for interfering with you. But you are still young, and your knowledge of the world and society is not sound..."

"I'm going out and walking around, if you call me back just to tell me this," Xu Sheng said unconcernedly, "We may not have to sit here and eat together, and we don't have to turn around and ask next time. Meng Guowei, what am I doing recently."

His current state is no different from when he was called by Meng Guowei for the first time after a thorough examination. He didn't seem to care about anything and was invulnerable.

Xu Sheng finished speaking and opened the door.

Xu Yaping is a single mother. She spends most of her time at work. Faced with the pressure of survival, she cannot take care of many things.Since Xu Sheng was a child, as long as she came home late, Xu Sheng was hosted in a private studio downstairs in the community.

The studio is not big, with a total of a dozen students. The one who opened the studio was an art teacher. Xu Yaping remembers that when the teacher first praised "this kid is talented", she didn't take it seriously.

In Xu Yaping's concept, how can painting be a serious work?If you like, no one will stop him from painting in his spare time.

She hopes that the child will be safe...

Xu Yaping sighed helplessly facing the empty seat opposite. Due to all kinds of fatigue, she slowly closed her eyes.

Xu Sheng said he was going out for a while, but he actually didn't know where he was going. He stood on the side of the street and walked twice, took out his phone to check the time, and the sketch on the phone screen came into view after unlocking.

The signature under this pixelated date is an S.

Xu Sheng didn't know how to go back to the old neighborhood before moving.

The studio downstairs in the community is still the same.The studio was half open, and just received a group of new students. Xu Sheng approached the door and heard the teacher explaining the basic pen holding posture: “Let’s hold a pen, which is different from writing gestures. Use our thumb and index finger to hold this pen. Hold it in the palm of your hand, and press the pad of your thumb on the pen barrel... Yes, this lesson mainly teaches holding pens and arranging lines."

There is also a compartment in the studio, which is an open room. Usually, students who have studied painting in the studio for many years will come to paint privately by themselves, and they will be placed in the compartment before they finish painting. Therefore, this compartment has a nickname "Advanced Room".

A sketch or oil painting can be painted for a week, and the fineness is breathtaking.

It is completely beyond the cognition of those students who just learned to paint.

Just like you are still learning stave, people have already gone to the concert hall.

The teacher is a woman in her forties. She has a slender figure, a white dress and long straight hair. When she speaks, she whispers softly: "Everyone sends out a piece of drawing paper. The focus of this lesson is to practice the line."

Xu Sheng stood at the door and did not enter.

After the woman gave the classmates the demonstration, she got up and finished the drawing paper, and posted the demonstration content on the blackboard. When she turned around, she saw him: "Xu Sheng?"

Xu Sheng walked in: "Aunt Kang."

Xu Sheng called it this way since he was a child. Aunt Kang smiled and looked at him a few more times: "Is high school busy, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Xu Sheng: "It's okay, I'll come nearby...buy something, stop by to see you."

"It just so happens that Xiao Kai is inside." Aunt Kang didn't know that "buy something" was just an excuse. At the beginning, the mother and son of the Xu family broke into this situation, but she didn't say much, pointing to the cubicle. He must be happy when you come."

Kang Kai is the son of Aunt Kang, who is a few months younger than Xu Sheng. It can be regarded as the friendship that grew up in the studio together since childhood. The last time they contacted, Kang Kai went to the "Xinghai Cup" selection.

However, Kang Kai contacted him unilaterally, and Xu Sheng didn't reply to those pieces of news.

When Kang Kai heard that "Xu Sheng", he threw down his paintbrush and came out. He has a good appearance, but he is not tall. Seeing that he is really Xu Sheng, he quickly pulled people closer to the compartment: "Mom, you go to class, then paint You don’t need to change it, I will ask Brother Sheng to change it for me."

"That's how you entertained me," Xu Sheng picked a sharpened pencil in the pencil case. "Let me change the drawing for you as soon as I come."

Kang Kai: "You don't know that my mother is okay, he is like a tigress when he is fierce."

Xu Sheng's gaze fell on the portrait of the person on the easel, and adjusted his partial body structure.

"No wonder my mother always dislikes me, let me learn more from you," Kang Kai looked at the shape deviation that Xu Sheng hadn't studied for a long time on the drawing paper, and was caught by Xu Sheng. "...Are you still a human? Is our hand structure? Different."

It's not clear how the hand structure is different, but Xu Sheng's fingers are long, and they look better than others.

Xu Sheng said: "Don't feel inferior, diligence can make up for the weakness."

Kang Kai: "Fuck."

Xu Sheng: "Face the gap between people and turn grief and anger into motivation."

Kang Kai: "Okay, stop talking."

Kang Kai asked again: "You didn't reply to the message you sent last time."

Xu Sheng said casually: "The school is strictly controlled."

Kang Kai thinks about it, Linjiang Sixth Middle School is notoriously harsh.

Xu Sheng couldn't stay here for too long. After changing the structure, he emphasized the light and shade again. Then, when he loosened his hand, the pencil fell into the pen tray: "You draw by yourself in the back. I'll go out and wash my hands."

Apart from Kang Kai in the cubicle, there was another classmate who was painting color, and that classmate frequently looked at them since Xu Sheng came in.

There is no other reason.

Kang Kai, who says "is the structure of our hands different", is the recognized god of painting in the studio. He is always the only one who helps people change paintings. Although it is not time for the exam, he is invited to participate in art at his current level. In the entrance examination, the scores can be easily ranked in the top ten in the city, and it is like an open hanging in the studio.

Not to mention the Xinghai Cup drawing competition a month ago, he took first place.

That was a competition judged by Master Yang!

"Painting God," the classmate was really curious, and asked when he was shaking the pen, "Who is he? It's in our studio? Isn't it amazing."

Kang Kai's tone was careless, but what he said was not the case at all. He remembered the "Xinghai Cup" painting competition. Master Yang Mingzong chased after him, wishing him to tell him who changed his painting, saying: "I If it’s a god of painting, then there may be no words to describe the person just now. Let’s put it this way, if that person takes the entrance exam, the city’s first person will probably be replaced."