Shen wheel

Cheng Yu stopped in his tracks and turned around to ask, "Professional class training?"

"Well, it's a month early." Qiu Yang pushed Cheng Yu out, took off the lock from the handle inside, and locked the classroom door. There was no sound in the corridor.

After being silent for about 2 minutes, Cheng Yu said, "What time do you want to leave?"

"The plane at eleven o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow." Seeing that there was no one around, Qiu Yang took Cheng Yu's hand.

Cheng Yu smiled: "Let's go then. I'll see if I can catch you after training the morning after tomorrow. If it's too late, I'll pay for a taxi." The training time in their team is fixed , no leave is allowed.

Qiu Yang almost kicked him: "Cheng Ayu, are you poisonous? Are you still talking about money at this time?"

"Then I wear my shoes and go to the airport? What if I get caught for speeding?" Cheng Yu dragged him down the stairs around the corner, afraid that Qiu Yang would bump his head against the wall.

But Qiu Yang blocked Cheng Yu's arm and pushed Cheng Yu to the corner, holding him in his arms. There were cameras at both ends of the corridor, but they were closed long ago because of the school holiday, so Qiu Yang didn't have any scruples.

Qiu Yang said in a low voice: "Who knows when we will meet again after we go."

Cheng Yu raised his hands hanging on both sides of his body, and gently patted him on the back with the strength Qiu Yang could feel, "Why are you so pretentious, maybe Brother Qin and the others will go to Hangzhou, I will follow when we go, You will be reimbursed for the fare to come and go.”

Whether Qin Zhoumu will go or not, Cheng Yu doesn't know when he will go, but if Qiu Yang really can't come back, he will definitely go to look for him. better off.

"Or wait for me to come back on the day of your competition, just right."

"Aren't you tired of tossing back and forth?"

"Tired, it's the same as saying that you won't be tired if you come to me in the past."

"Cheng Ayu, Brother Yang wants to make an agreement with you before leaving."

Cheng Yu had no choice but to ask, "Should I still have to hang myself with a hook for 100 years?" He almost stuck out his little finger.

"First, you must call me every day."

"Second, you have to tell me something."

"Third, let me know that you eat steamed buns and I'll let you eat your fill when I come back."

"Fourth, don't hold back when someone finds fault, do it first and then talk."

"Fifth, the money that should be spent must be spent."

"Sixth, you can't take a shirtless bath with other boys."

"Seventh, no physical contact with girls."

"Eighth, say you miss me every day."

Cheng Yu: "..." The eight chapters of the agreement sound serious, but what the hell are these?

"There are some things I haven't told you. I'm quite cold."

"Oh, it means that if there are other dogs over there, they won't come back?"

"Fart, nonsense, brother Yang has guarded himself like a jade for so many years, isn't it just for you?"

Cheng Yu rolled his eyes: "It's not funny."

"Then don't laugh, I'm serious, you have nothing to tell me? If you don't say it, you won't have a chance."

"There's nothing to say, I know what you look like."

Qiu Yang didn't give up, he insisted on prying something out of Cheng Yu's mouth, he chased after him and continued to ask: "You really don't say anything? You touch here." He said, grabbed Cheng Yu's hand and put it on his heart, " very painful."

"Don't add drama to yourself. You should draw well during the training camp. Just don't think about anything for a few months. After passing the entrance examination, I will give you a reward."

Qiu Yang was overjoyed: "Really?"

"I lied to the mentally retarded and said it was immoral."

Qiu Yang: "Cheng Ayu, why are you so courageous? Does that mean you give me what I want?"

"No, not what you want, but what I have."

"Why does this sound so familiar?"

"I'm poorer than Zhang Wei."

Qiu Yang: "Understood."

"I'll go back and pack the clothes and bring them to you. Before I leave, I'll go visit my grandpa and thank him for teaching Brother Shou Canyang how to make clothes.

"The confidentiality work is very good. Grandpa never told me."

"It's meaningless to say it, let's go."

"Ah."

Qiu Yang slowly let go of Cheng Yu, and the two of them went downstairs together side by side. When they got downstairs, the security uncle was about to lock the gates of each building's gates. Qiu Yang pulled Cheng Yu and ran out from the side door.

Cheng Yu thinks this is normal. Qiu Yang has to go to the training camp. Sometimes parting is really not so difficult. It’s nothing. If you leave, I have to act like the whole world is boring. When it’s time for training Training, making up lessons when it's time to make up lessons, and thinking about the other party in what to eat and do.

Cheng Yu doesn't think Qiu Yang is under pressure. In recent years, there have been a lot of art candidates, and there are all kinds of news about the art test army. It is also for the university entrance examination, but it is also because of the bloody competition for the university entrance examination. Relying on talent, some people rely on hard work, wanting to surpass others as well as themselves, the drawing paper is used up one after another, the pencils are changed one after another, the old calluses on the hands are removed and re-sharpened, carrying the drawing board Sketch everywhere.

Maybe because of a sudden inspiration at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, I would get up from my sleep and pick up a brush and rub my eyes to continue painting. Maybe I bought a lunch and painted while eating. I didn't realize that I hadn't eaten until the painting was almost finished. If you don't pass the line, others will You have to pass the line under pressure. It is not difficult to go to school, and it is not difficult to take exams. What is difficult is the process.

Cheng Yu has seen how Qiu Yang paints. Once he passed by the studio. There were five or six art teachers in their second grade, and each teacher had seventeen or eighteen professional students. The studios were spread all over the floors. Qiu Yang was lucky, right? , The classroom is very close to the studio, so there is no need to run around.

He passed by the studio on business that day, and the studio on the fourth floor had a big window on the wall near the inner side of the corridor. Cheng Yu turned his head to see what Qiu Yang was doing in there, and he did see Qiu Yang.

But I only saw his side face, against the light, so I couldn't see clearly what was drawn on his drawing board, but Qiu Yang's expression was serious and careful that he had never seen before, and others might not believe it, but he saw it Qiu Yang took about 1 minute, and then Qiu Yang didn't blink his eyes even once, the pencil in his hand rubbed various lines on the paper, that feeling was very strange, as if he was afraid that the sound of his breathing would disturb him.

Cheng Yu thought, Qiu Yang's liking for painting is the same as his liking for roller skating, pure liking, very transparent and clear.

For example, Cheng Yu, others will only see his cool combo moves, but not the way he falls off the court.

For example, Qiu Yang, when he lamented his solid drawing skills and beautiful lines, who knew he was tired from staying up until two or three o'clock every day?

Another example is Zuo Jiang, who is eloquent and can use materialist sophistry in debate competitions. God knows what time he goes to bed in the middle of the night to find arguments and check information.

There are also Xu Zeyuan and Qin Zhoumu, their history of roller skating, the glory of flower piles, and the process and results of "creating mountains" in those years.

The list goes on and on.

The author has something to say: I went out to browse the streets today, hehehe, if I come back, I will post another chapter earlier, and I will wait for the good news from Xianyu!