Beyond The Outline

The hot temperature of the boy's palm gradually intertwined with his breathing.

Xu Sheng is too familiar with this studio. He sat here for countless nights before his freshman year, facing the easel with a paintbrush in his hand.

When he draws, he likes to listen to songs, and he listens to all songs. The headphone cord is pulled out of his pocket. There is a song in one earphone, and the other ear receives the sound when the pen tip rubs against the drawing paper. Rustling' sound.

When the sun is shining in the afternoon, a few lazy tabby cats often pass on the steps outside the French windows.

They occasionally stop to expose their belly and lie in the sun.

All the displays in the studio are still the same, not even the few demonstration paintings hanging on the wall have been revealed. It is precisely because of this familiarity that Xu Sheng is even more uncomfortable.

In order to hold the pen firmly at first, he grasped his fingers tightly at first, and then loosened it uncontrollably as if being burned by the temperature of the opponent's hand.

Until Shao Zhan asked him: "Don't you paint?"

"..."

Xu Shengxin said, don't you think this posture is strange.

Shao Zhan's tone was calm, even with imperceptible temptations in his words: "Your friend has been out for five minutes, and he should be back soon."

"Draw," Xu Sheng re-applied, clasping Shao Zhan's knuckles with his fingers, "Don't move."

It's not that Xu Sheng hasn't changed his paintings for others, but this is the first time he has changed his paintings in this way.

He led Shao Zhan's hand to dip the paint on the palette, and put the other hand on the back of the chair behind Shao Zhan. The two were very close, especially when Xu Sheng leaned down in order to get closer.When the pen tip is stained with paint, it is led back to the drawing paper, the pen tip hangs in front of the drawing paper, and then the pen is swept up.

The so-called environmental color is the color reflected by the ambient light to a specific object.

After Xu Sheng finished drawing that stroke, he let go.

Kang Kai came back just after buying the medicine. He hurriedly entered the door and said, "What's wrong with your stomach? Why is your stomach ache... I remember you used to catch a cold easily. Are you better now?"

Shao Zhan: "Cold?"

Kang Kai: "Yes, every time I catch a cold, I have a very bad temper. I don't bother to move my fingers. I only return a word to you."

Xu Sheng did not have very good resistance when he was a child, and he was prone to catch a cold every time he changed seasons. Originally, this grandfather often found a place to sleep on his stomach, but when he caught a cold, he became more and more arrogant.

Every time Kang Kai couldn't see it: "You don't write your homework? Your teacher didn't say anything harshly. If you don't hand in your homework, you won't have to take her class next time."

"Don't worry, I'm sick now, what homework should I ask for," Xu Sheng said with a hoarse voice, "Go away."

Kang Kai had a lot of excuses and continued to complain.

Xu Sheng still couldn't listen, and pointed to Shao Zhan: "Should he take medicine?"

Shao Zhan: "..."

Kang Kai: "Oh yes, I'm going to pick up hot water." Kang Kai said this, only to realize that his painting had been changed.

"I'll go," Xu Sheng's handwriting can be recognized by him at a glance, Kang Kai said, "Is it changed?"

Afterwards, Aunt Kang came back after buying the vegetables and enthusiastically invited the two of them to stay for dinner. It was rare to see "Xu Sheng"'s friends, but the two had to go back before the school closed.

The sky was getting dark, and the bus departed every half an hour. When the two arrived at the station, they had just left.

Shao Zhan asked: "When did you start to learn painting?"

"Junior high school," Xu Sheng squatted on the side of the flowerbed. When he spoke, he spoke in an improper tone, "It's... four years of study."

"Why not keep learning."

"What's the reason, there's no time."

The rhetoric of Xu Sheng’s interest class is not easy to arouse suspicion. People who do not understand painting will not think of any art test in the first reaction, especially the students in pure cultural schools such as Linjiang No. Is zero.

It's like you suddenly discover that your friends around you can play a certain musical instrument.

Interesting.

Although he can't do anything as a scumbag, can he still have some special talents?

——If Shao Zhan hadn't seen one of them in the pile of wish papers in Meng Guowei's office, he might think so too.

But he was not sure whether the four words on the paper meant what he thought.

It's just that after the two were linked together, there was a faint suspicion that appeared in front of him with a fog.

Xu Sheng didn't mean to continue, so Shao Zhan didn't ask.

During the conversation, the car came.

There were not many people in the car at this point. Xu Sheng walked straight back after casting a coin: "Sit back?"

Shao Zhan has no objection.

After the two of them sat down, Xu Sheng took the phone out of his pocket, and then handed it to Shao Zhan to signal him to change the phone.

Before Shao Zhan handed the phone to him, he saw an unread message on the lock screen.

[mom]:……

The content behind is hidden.

Xu Sheng took it. His expression remained unchanged after seeing the news. He put his elbow on the side of the car window, and the wind blew in from the open window.

[Mom]: It's a holiday.

[Mom]: You have to eat well on weekends, don't get up too late in the morning, and don't always go out to eat. The things in the school cafeteria are no better than outside, so they are healthy.

Xu Shenghui: I see.

At this moment, the tense mood of the past few days relaxed. Shao Zhan accidentally received news from Kang Kai and stepped into the studio, but he continued to pull out. Xu Sheng stared at the word "mother" for a long while, then closed his eyes.

The bus drove slowly into the tunnel, and the dark hole seemed like a huge mouth that could swallow everything.

After a short while, the vain white halo across the eyelids in front of him also dimmed, and his eyes were completely black.

Time and space seem to follow this tunnel back to the night that was raining more than a year ago.

There was continuous thunder outside the window, and the rain was pattering underground.

Xu Yaping didn’t let him learn to paint. Xu Sheng, like all that old and disobedient teenagers, his character would only be more troublesome than them. He evoked a smile: "Mom, you are thinking about me. , Still thinking about yourself."

Xu Yaping sternly said: "Why am I not thinking about you? The teacher has said that your grades have improved very fast. According to the results of the mock test, your first choice can sprint to other schools. If you have to report to Liyang No. 2 Middle School—— Don't go to high school at all!"

Xu Sheng looked down at the drawing paper scattered on the ground. On the desk next to him, there was a "Section Booklet for Senior High School Entrance Examination" spread out. It was densely written with notes. His grades were really bad, and he had to copy two wrong questions. all over.

The quarrel has no results, it will only repeat itself.

Eventually intensified, using the sharpest needle to spy on each other.

During that time, the relationship between Xu Sheng and Xu Yaping fell to a freezing point, and it finally broke out until Xu Yaping mentioned that he wanted to move.

Xu Yaping is very angry. She has taken the children alone for so many years and has a strong desire to control the children-she is trying to plan Xu Sheng's future.

"I don't like cultural classes at all. Don't you know why I put up my grades? I sleep for four or five hours every day. What do you think it is for?" Xu Sheng did not back down. He said that although his voice was not sharp, But there is no room for refutation, "What school I report to, that is my freedom."

Xu Yaping: "I won't quarrel with you now, anyway, Liyang No. 2 Middle School just can't—"

Xu Sheng: "If you want to tell me this, that's enough."

Xu Sheng finally suppressed his arrogance, only to know that Xu Yaping was layoffs in his company when he heard Xu Yaping calling from the balcony occasionally.

"I saw myself on the list of layoffs," Xu Yaping said incoherently, clenching her phone, "what should I do? And Xiao Sheng...I can't sleep every night, and I can't find a suitable one after I want to be. What should I do with my work, and what should my children do, I have to hold on, I can’t fall."

When Xu Yaping and a close friend said this, Xu Sheng had never heard of it.

In Xu Sheng's impression, Xu Yaping is strong and strong, she seems to be omnipotent.

That was the first time Xu Sheng ran into her crying, only to realize that she was just an ordinary person. Sometimes when she was undecided about what to do, she would be at a loss where he couldn't see it.

Xu Yaping whispered: "So I hope he will not take risks, I hope he will live well in the future and take a safer path..."

Xu Sheng leaned back against the wall and stood on the other side of a door.

The bus finally pulled out of the tunnel.

Xu Sheng may be asleep, maybe not.

His senses are separated from the picture in his mind, and then he vaguely feels something hiding in front of him.

Xu Sheng opened his eyes and found that it was Shao Zhan... his own hand.

Shao Zhan raised his hand, picked up the broken hair that had fallen in front of him, and slew it to the side, then put his palm against the back of his head, letting him lean on his shoulder.

Xu Sheng found a comfortable sleeping position, his face turned slightly, and finally fell asleep leaning on Shao Zhan's shoulder.

More than half an hour's drive passed in a flash. When he arrived at the station, Shao Zhan pressed his forehead calmly and forced him to raise his head. Although his words were cold, his movements were not heavy: "Here."

It’s strange to say that after the two got acquainted with the body, even though Shao Zhan was in his body, he would no longer have a strange feeling. On the contrary, Xu Sheng clearly realized that no matter who the body is, he will It's Shao Zhan.

Looking cold, in fact...

Xu Sheng actually spent a long time in his heart, facing the back of Shao Zhan, adding a sentence.

It's actually quite cold.

Xu Sheng glanced down and saw the distinct joints in the young man's hand, but the temperature of his hand seemed to be completely opposite.

After Xu Sheng returned to the bedroom, he remembered that there was still a stack of A4 paper folded into squares in his trouser pocket. This was Zhou Yuan's homework for Shao Zhan.

S: Your homework after class is still with me. I forgot to give it to you.

Shao Zhan replied after a while: I'll get it later.

S: How long will it take?

S: I will play the game later. According to the spirit of e-sports, the door will not be opened to you in the middle of the game.

Shao Zhan: Wait until the shower is over.

S:...

Fuck.

S: Are you taking a shower?

Shao Zhan: To be precise, undressing.

I can't talk this day.

Xu Sheng thought for a while and couldn't help but reply.

S: Wash quickly.

S: Close your eyes and wash.

A few seconds later, with a "ding" sound, the screen lights up.

Shao Zhan: I've seen it a long time ago, and now I say if it's too late to close my eyes.

Shao Zhan was naked, and the boy's black rope was still hanging between his neck. Before entering the compartment, he watched the person on the other side repeatedly input, and finally stopped typing the words, and the chat box returned to calm.

Only then did Shao Zhan put down the phone.

Before he went today, he thought the studio was just a simple "interest class."

It was unexpectedly discovered that it seemed more than that.

There seems to be a lot of traces of Xu Sheng’s life here. Whether it is the way he has never seen it before, the appearance of a boy holding a paintbrush, or the trivial things he said between the lines in his fine prints, it seems to have made him closer to Xu Sheng. a little.

And Xu Sheng realized only afterwards that Shao Zhan had invaded his private realm unknowingly.

Do not.

Xu Sheng thought of the young man sitting on the windowsill in the dim passage in the Luzhou base.

Or in other words.

It was each other that they had already stepped in.