Shen wheel

"Qiu Yang, go to eat after class." Jiang Qizhi threw the brush into the bucket, then put the lid on the paint box and asked Qiu Yang to go eat together.

Qiu Yang didn't raise his head and focused on the painting, "Finish this color."

Jiang Qizhi was acquainted with Qiu Yanggang not long ago, and the two of them share the same dormitory, so they naturally traveled together.

Jiang Qizhi moved the stool and sat in the back, glanced at Qiu Yang's paintings, and then at his own, suddenly felt a lot of pressure: "I understand why the teacher scolded our paintings like shit last time."

Qiu Yang let out a "hmm", and Jiang Qizhi continued: "This thing has to be born with artistic cells."

Qiu Yang smiled: "That's not necessarily the case, I think I don't have much athleticism, but I can still look good when I'm roller skating."

Jiang Qizhi asked in surprise, "Are you still roller skating?"

"Well, a very good friend of mine is playing, and I have been playing with him for a while, and he will participate in the national competition in twenty days." Speaking of this, Qiu Yang is very proud, and Jiang Qizhi feels that he is a little With the wind.

"Hold on buddy, you are still training here, day and night, midnight, four or five o'clock in the morning to draw until two o'clock, with an hour of rest in the middle, until twelve o'clock in the evening, the dog did not have us Tired." Jiang Qizhi said with emotion.

The training camp, it was like this at the beginning. Many professional students were really not used to this kind of high-intensity painting time when they first came, but for the sake of their majors and exams, they had to bite the bullet and adapt, and the harder the people around them, the more Can set off one's own lack of effort. In this competitive state, no one wants to let himself fall by half of others.

Qiu Yang felt the same way and quite agreed.

"Let's go, let's draw here first, the body is the capital." Qiu Yang put away the brush and put the palette in the bucket, and went out to eat with Jiang Qizhi.

There were still many people in the studio immersed in their paintings. Qiu Yang was not in such a hurry to eat at first. Looking at the time, he could talk to Cheng Yu for such a short time in a day, so he stuffed his phone in his pocket as soon as he left the studio. He ran to the dormitory, and asked Jiang Qizhi to bring him back lunch.

Jiang Qizhi: "..."

As soon as he arrived at the dormitory, Qiu Yang couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and run to the balcony. As soon as he found out the number, Cheng Yu called.

There was only one ring, and Qiu Yang answered it, and asked, "Did Cheng Ayu miss Brother Yang today?"

Cheng Yu: "Where is the face, dog Qiu Yang?"

Qiu Yang: "If you don't give it to me, I don't want it. I'm starving to death, and I want to eat the fried eggs you made."

Cheng Yu: "How about I make a few and you eat them with your mind?"

Qiu Yang: "The teacher in our training camp the day before yesterday scolded us for drawing like shit, no way, this is too hurtful."

Cheng Yu: "Then Senior An still scolded us as weak chickens. During the special coordination training, a teammate's movement was always not very good. Senior An smiled and mocked us. Scolded again."

Qiu Yang: "Our teacher here is quite irritable, and I don't know how such an irritable teacher can calm down and paint." Qiu Yang was talking about his elder brother's friend.

Cheng Yu: "Then it's the other way around."

Qiu Yang: "What's the matter, I missed you not long after I came out."

Cheng Yu: "Disgusting."

Qiu Yang: "It's disgusting, you don't have any sentimentality at all."

Cheng Yu: "Whoever has a romantic relationship can find someone."

Qiu Yang: "Don't tell me, I'm much older, and there is always someone who matches the artist's mood."

Cheng Yu grasped the point: "Are you trying to say that I have a simple mind and strong limbs?"

Qiu Yang waved his hands to the air, as if Cheng Yu was right in front of him: "No, besides, I have never seen anyone with a simple mind and well-developed limbs who is more rare than you."

Cheng Yu: "I really want to hit your face with a roller skate and bleed."

Qiu Yang: "You are too violent, how about your ears?"

Thinking of the daily life of the mentally handicapped dog son with the ear, Cheng Yu felt that it was a pity that Qiu Yang didn't take the ear away: "All day long, I stuck my nose to myself like a pig and pushed my old wheels from I took it out of the box and threw it in my nest as a toy bone, and it was as if I hadn’t given it food for [-] days. I guess I should miss my roller skates in two days.”

Qiu Yang leaned forward and back with a smile, "Then you have to look a little bit, oh yes, I asked Brother Qin to help you choose the shoes, do you like them?"

Speaking of this, Cheng Yu really wanted to kick Qiu Yang a few times. He asked Qin Zhoumu to choose a new pair of roller skates for Cheng Yu. He paid Qin Zhoumu the money in advance and put an IOU in the shoe box. I can't remember the look in Qin Zhoumu's eyes when he handed him the shoes.

It seemed that he was selling something for some profit, of course Qin Zhoumu was just joking.

"The shoes are pretty good, and you have a good eye." They are really good. If they match with that dress, maybe Qiu Yang will go to the sky because of his own aesthetics.

"Well, it's almost time. Hurry up and fulfill your promise, Brother Yang, so you can paint with peace of mind." The corners of Qiu Yang's mouth slightly raised.

Cheng Yu was silent on the other end of the phone for 30 seconds. Qiu Yang felt that he was trying to organize his words, so he didn't rush him, and just waited for him to organize his words and tell him himself.

I have a phone call every day, and I hear Cheng Yu say "I miss you" every time, but the feeling is different every time.

Cheng Yu said, "I'm going to die thinking about Qiu Yang." Then he hung up the phone.

Qiu Yang held up his mobile phone with a "beep beep beep" and smiled like a landlord's silly son. This is what Jiang Qizhi saw when he came back.

Jiang Qizhi asked: "Qiu Yang, have you... gg? The training camp hasn't even passed a month!"

Qiu Yang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Not crazy, even if he is crazy, it's definitely not because of the training camp." Then he threw the phone on the bed and hurried to eat, the time is almost up.

Cheng Yu on the other end of the phone pinched the phone, probably from the inside out, he was happy from the heart, put the phone on the ground, turned on the small speaker on the floor and continued dancing with only half of the dance.

Liu Yehan pushed open the door of the dance studio and walked over lightly. Cheng Yu heard the sound stop. Liu Yehan put his lunch on the stool and threw the towel to Cheng Yu. Cheng Yu took it and said with a smile, "Thank you." .”

After Liu Yehan said "you're welcome", he sat on the stool and began to eat lunch.

If Liu Yehan was dissatisfied with Cheng Yu before because he felt that Cheng Yu was not a "challenging" opponent, then after getting in touch with him during the training camp, he realized that an opponent like him deserves his admiration and pursuit.

The reason for chasing is because compared to Cheng Yu, he is more like a beginner who just has some uncertainty about roller skating.

When Liu Yehan understood this point, he felt terrible. After playing roller skating for so long, what did he realize?

His skills are not bad, and the gap between him and Cheng Yu can be summed up in two words: feelings.

It is what all chakras want to pursue and are pursuing.

Liu Yehan asked Cheng Yu: "Why do you like roller skating?"

Cheng Yu turned around and asked, "What about you?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had reached a consensus.

Why like?Who knows.

If you like someone, a book, something, blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and flying birds, if you like it, you like it. If you have to give a reason, it is nothing more than: I just like it.

For example: Uncle Cheng, who kicks as soon as he lifts his foot, just likes Young Master Qiu, who has a short memory.

The author has something to say: I want to ask for a leave of absence and temporarily suspend updating for three days, because I fell out of my hand yesterday when I went out... Well, it looks like it is very difficult to wash my face. I will continue to update after my hand recovers. It is used for saving manuscripts It’s almost time for me to write naked now. If I can’t help but continue to type with one hand, I might be able to write a chapter in three days. Hahaha, please wait for a few days and slip away.