Hua Tianlong is not interested in art, but it is not completely disliked to draw. He does not like to sit in the classroom honestly. He is dealt with every class. He prefers to draw stick figures on the sketch.
Some words written. Those words reflect his spiritual world, full of truth and childlike fun.
For example, he drew a small sales department on Ruolin Street. The door was lively. The adults were smoking. The children were eating ice cream. There were still several cicadas on the big tree next to the tree. He painted vividly and full of life.
Then, then
He wrote on the side: "I no longer sell my favorite big board in the small sales department. It turns out that summer has passed; the ringtone has been changed from" Childhood "to" Turkish ". It turned out that my childhood was far away.
; I started collecting all kinds of watercolors in the high cabinet of the Heroes of the Water Margin. It turned out that I had grown up. "
His composition was not well written, and he didn't understand what was called "children's poetry", which was a trend of hard work, and he recorded his feelings, unknowingly, and had recorded a lot. And these paintings and inspirations were
Huatianlong's most precious thing.
He only showed Xie Ying. Because Xie Ying was innocent and kind, he could keep secrets for him. Even if his spiritual world was simple, only Xie Ying could understand him well.
Teacher Mr. Wu is a emerging artist, and his words and deeds reveal a strong arrogance. He is very strict with the students, and naturally does not like the free and scattered students such as Hua Tianlong.
He doesn't have to care about himself, anyway, he is hopeless to advance to school -at least there is no hope for testing the university, let him pay attention to other classmates.
But Mr. Wu did not buy it. He often had a high head, pointed at Huatian Long, and said, "Students who cannot suffer, there must be no great interest in the future. You can only get a good result if you eat hard and suffer.
Moreover, only if you have suffered hard, you can afford your parents' dedication to you. The best return your parents is to do your best and be admitted to the ideal institution! "
Hua Tianlong was very uncomfortable. But he felt that Teacher Wu was right. He did not have suffered, and maybe he could not enjoy the joy of success. So, even if Hua Tianlong was unconvinced, he did not refute.
The teacher's criticism, he accepted it.
Hua Tianlong's assignments are not active. Dragging, the assignments of the hand -offs will be regarded as negative textbooks, and it is criticized by Teacher Wu for a long time. Once, Hua Tianlong was trained for Venus, and people were a little stupid.
Tao: "Teacher, isn't artistic creation, isn't it the most important thing?"
"Well ... you have no foundation, you want to be free? Free creation is the highest state of art. Has your foundation be fully played?" Teacher Wu mocked: "It's like you didn't even write the regular script.
Okay, just want to practice crazy grass? People, you can't be impetuous, let alone ascend the sky. "
Hua Tianlong was not interesting, but it couldn't be refuted. Instead, she became a laughingstock.
He often ate with Xie Chong and Wang Haochuan. He seriously discussed with his friends with his friends. Xie Chong said: "It's already in high school, and you can graduate.
After dropping out of school, she regrets it, and there are many regrets. She is your lesson. "
"Hmm ..." Hua Tianlong fiddled with the tableware and said stunned: "Indeed, persist in the end, there is a high Chinese diploma, it must be useful in the future."
"When you can't persist, think about your parents." Wang Haochuan said: "Uncle Hua and Aunt Hua are really the best parents I have ever seen. They don't put any pressure on you, but you can't live up to their expectations."
Hua Tianlong covered her head in pain: "Because they did too much for me, I was very distressed! I don’t want everything they do for me, and I don’t want them to work hard for me.
Work……"
Hua Tianlong stopped, because Wang Haochuan's face changed.
Wang Haochuan laughed bitterly: "You don't have to think about my feelings, just finish it!"
The trouble is that parents have done too much for you, which makes you feel stress ... I really want to experience your distress. "
Hua Tianlong said sincerely: "Haochuan, I didn't show my own sense of superiority. What I said is my thoughts."
"I know, I didn't blame you either, I just said, the two of us have no resonance."
That night, Hua Tianlong was lying on the bed and tossing, and his ears echoed what Wang Haochuan said. He did not cherish the help that his parents provided to him. Instead, he blamed his parents to pay too much. Is it a bit unknown?
He rubbed his cheeks hard and wanted to make himself sober. The sober result was that he worked hard for two or three days, and then fell into confusion.
Hua Tianlong still likes to express his emotions through painting. He just does not like to paint a bunch of static objects in the classroom, and does not want to treat the painting as a task. He has his own measures.
Cute, agile people or things, he doesn't want to be restrained by his inspiration.
So, every time he took Mr. Wu's class, he was like the torture, and his heart was full of embarrassment and anxiety, and he was deeply tired.
In a class, Hua Tianlong fell asleep and assigned homework in confusion. It wasn't until he woke up that he realized that the big event was not good. He put his graffiti book!
Teacher Wu looked at the homework with interest, especially when he saw Hua Tianlong's homework, he could not hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.
He turned his book and said softly: "Babies in sleeping must fight with little monsters. Otherwise, why would they close their eyes and wave their fists randomly?"
The protagonist of that painting should be a sleeping baby who sleeps in a "surrender" posture. The baby is Xie Jing in Hua Tianlong's memory. When Xie Jing is still a baby, he often stretches two in his sleep.
Little fist, I do n’t know who is playing, anyway, he fists, he is still asleep.
In Hua Tian Long's eyes, Xie Jing was so cute at that time. He never forgotten, he drew it down. The baby held his fist and lifted his head above his head.
The frog. Xie Ying saw the painting. She felt very healed, and it was boast that Hua Tianlong was a delicate and gentle painter.
At that time, Hua Tianlong was still immersed in Xie Ying's praise and couldn't extricate himself, but it didn't take long for Teacher Wu to criticize in public.
Teacher Wu turned his book and continued to read: "When I am a child, you teach me to count the stars, one star, two stars, three stars ... counting, you suddenly disappear. Now I am now. Now I am.
Sitting in the alley, looking up at the sky, still counting the stars unconsciously. A star, a star, or a star. Because, you have become the most shiny star, I can only see you become what you have turned into
That star. "
Teacher Wu laughed: "Oh, I wrote like a running account before, why did I get this poem? Hua Tianlong, are you writing a poem when you fall in love?"
"No." Hua Tianlong answered coldly: "This poem is to commemorate a brother."
Hua Tianlong did not lie. The reason why he wrote this poem was to commemorate the death of Zhou can be Zhou. When Brother Zhou died, he was still in school. After returning home, he looked at the empty and lonely sky and could not help but feel like he felt it.
I wrote this poem.
His classmates did not know the origin of this poem. A girl closed her hands and said intoxicated: "Wow, this poem is really beautiful! From 'one star, two stars, three stars' to' one
When I was in a star, it was really touching! Hua Tianlong, can I copy this poem? "
"Just ..." Hua Tianlong said tiredly: "Anyway, this is not a famous poem."
Teacher Wu flipped through, and smiled away, and said severely: "Hua Tianlong, you use all your minds on these crooked doors. If you use a little bit of your studies, you will not learn what you look like now."
"Teacher, I said, what I learned, I am responsible for myself. Even if I am impoverished in the future, I don't want to change my thoughts ... You say I'm lazy, then I am lazy! I haven't saved it ...
"
"Hua Tianlong!" Teacher Wu suddenly raised the decibels and threw Hua Tianlong's graffiti on the table: "Do you think it is fun to paint these?
Can't painting, can't learn, what kind of confidence do you have, dare to do so? "
Because my parents are my biggest confidence. Hua Tianlong said in my heart.
"Hua Tianlong! If you let me see you in the future, you can write and make these garbage, don't blame me for being cruel, I will definitely confiscate you ..."
"Teacher, I have said it many times, let you care about me, I can't get into college, that's my own problem ..."
"But you will lower my entry rate!" Teacher Wu said unbearablely: "If you don't, don't be an art student, don't take my class completely, then I don't care about you."
Hua Tianlong was going back to his graffiti, and walked out of the classroom without saying a word. He wanted to find the Education Office and retreat Teacher Wu's class. He admitted that he had a lot of deficiencies, but Mr. Wu was in front of the teachers and students of the class.
The work that laughed at his work was "garbage", which made him unacceptable. His heart broke into a residue.
He knew that if he retired, his college entrance examination would have no hope at all. But Hua Tianlong couldn't find everything, he had his own ideas. He wanted to protect his impromptu work, and he did not allow others to trample on his sincerity and innocence.
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Moving to the last moment, in the past few days, it has been more! Forgive everyone!
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
Shen Changqing walked on the road, and someone who met familiar with each other would say hello to each other, or nodded.
But no matter who it is.
Everyone has no extra expression on the face, as if it is indifferent to everything.
In this regard.
Shen Changqing is accustomed to it.
Because this is the Zhen Magic Division, it is a institution that maintains the stability of Daqin. The main responsibility is to kill the monster and monsters. Of course, there are some other sidelines.
It can be said.
In the Zhen Magic Division, everyone has a lot of blood in their hands.
When a person is used to life and death, then a lot of things will become indifferent.
When I first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but it was used to it over time.
The Zhen Moji is very large.
Those who can stay in the Zhen Magic Division are all masters of strength, or people who have become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Zhen Magic Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian, and the other is to remove the magic envoy.
Anyone entering the Zhen Magic Division starts with the lowest level of magic removal,
Then step by step, it is expected to become a guard.
Shen Changqing's predecessor is a trainee in the Zhen Magic Division to remove the magic envoy, and it is also the lowest level in the magic envoy.
Have the memory of the predecessor.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Zhen Magic Division.
Without too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of a loft.
Unlike other places full of killing, the attic here seems to be a crowd chicken group. In the bloody town magic division, it presents different tranquility.
At this time, the gate of the attic was open, and occasionally someone came in and out.
Shen Changqing just hesitated, so he stepped in.
Enter the attic.
The environment has changed in vain.
A burst of incense clamps with a weak bloody taste, letting him frowned, but he quickly stretched.
The bloody taste of everyone in the Zhen Magic Sin has almost no way to clean it.