Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

Chapter 38

The lower half of the wall of the Children's Palace is oily green, and the upper half is sickly pale.Kuwahara is short, his head is right next to the dividing line between green and white, and the tube of rice paper he holds in his arms stands tall.

Last week because of illness, he couldn't come to class, and was scolded by the teacher on the phone. Now he is still sluggish, afraid that he will be punished and slapped like his brothers and sisters.

Kuwahara walked to the door of the classroom step by step like stepping on ants, lowered his head and shouted to report, and only dared to go in when he heard the teacher's slow response.

He didn't look carefully, and sat down directly when he found an empty seat, carefully spread out the rice paper, set up the pen, ink and paint, and waited to be called by the teacher.

For some reason, since he came in, the classroom has become strangely quiet.Kuwahara looked up in a panic, only to find that the whole classroom was staring at him.

He felt baffled and wanted to ask his deskmate what was going on.But as soon as he got closer, Kuwahara was stunned—he didn't know this person!

The deskmate also looked at him frowning, the brush in his hand was still erect, and there was also a piece of rice paper in front of him, but there was nothing drawn on it, but a few large characters written neatly on it.

Kuwahara was stunned: "Who are you? Isn't this Teacher Ye's Chinese painting class?"

The old man on the stage stroked the goatee and smiled, then said, "Student, your Teacher Ye is ill. There is no traditional Chinese painting class this week, and he didn't tell you?"

"No, I don't know." Kuang Yuan shook his head blankly, and heard the old man say again: "Since you are here, I think you have all the ink, paper and inkstone ready, and learning to write with me is pretty good. "

"Yes...thank you teacher."

Kuwahara lowered his head, his face flushed with embarrassment.Although the teacher didn't drive him out, if he could look up and take a look when he entered the door, he wouldn't be stared at by the whole classroom for so long!This is too embarrassing.

The students around were concentrating on writing quietly and earnestly, but Kuwahara couldn't calm down no matter what.He grabbed the brush and casually drew chickens and bugs on the paper, when suddenly he heard a low "hmm" from his deskmate.

Kuwahara turned his head to look, and was startled, it turned out that he accidentally drew the picture on someone else's paper!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Kuwahara hurriedly put down his pen to apologize.Fortunately, the deskmate seemed to be about the same age as him, but he was much calmer. He didn't say anything, moved his rice paper a few inches away, and continued to write.

Kuwahara took out a toffee from his pocket in shame and gave him: "I, I apologize..."

The tablemate didn't speak, just took the sugar from his hand silently, peeled it off and ate it, and then moved the rice paper back a few inches.

On the podium, the calligraphy teacher is holding a thick martial arts novel and is reading it vigorously. From time to time, he has to help the reading glasses that have fallen down, and he doesn't supervise the students who are writing.

Seeing that he was not as strict as his Chinese painting teacher, Kuang Yuan relaxed a little, and whispered to his deskmate: "My name is Kuang Yuan, how about you?"

The deskmate thought about it, and wrote three words on the paper. The silver hook painted on iron is very beautiful.It's a pity that Kuwahara didn't know two of these three words.

Pointing to the name, he frowned and asked, "This...what do you know, what do you know?"

The deskmate sighed, leaned into his ear and whispered, "It's Fu Zhihuai, my name. My name is Fu Zhihuai."

"Oh." Kuwahara was a little depressed, feeling that he really wanted to do all the embarrassing things today.He thought for a while, and added: "Actually, I know him, but I can't remember it for a while..."

Fu Zhihuai looked at him quietly with a pair of black eyes, without saying anything, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.Kuwahara stretched out his hand angrily and pinched his face: "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll bite you."

His threat didn't have much effect, Fu Zhihuai pursed his lips, and said softly with a bit of toffee in his mouth, "You look good. You look a bit like a kid on TV."

As soon as he was praised, Kuang Yuan immediately became happy: "Of course, my parents are good-looking, and of course I am good-looking too! In our whole family, my sister is the ugliest."

After he said this, he shrunk his neck guiltily, as if he was afraid that his sister would suddenly come out from some corner.Fu Zhihuai raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and asked him, "Are you studying Chinese painting?"

"That's right." Kuwahara quickly drew a small fish on the corner of the rice paper. The lines were a bit distorted, but people could tell what he was drawing.Fu Zhihuai nodded and said sincerely, "It's amazing."

Kuwahara glanced at his handwriting, cupped his hands and said, "You are also very good."

The two of them whispered for most of the class unknowingly, and the two sheets of rice paper were full of messy little people and flowers and plants.

After class, Kuang Yuan and Fu Zhihuai walked out of the Children's Palace side by side.Sangzhuer sat under the shade of the tree and waited for him to pick him up. She was beautiful, and the red dress and the little daisy brooch on her body also complemented it very well, attracting many little girls, and they all surrounded her. Talking like chirping.

Sang Yuan led Fu Zhihuai over, and asked loudly through several people, "Hey, where's my ice cream?"

"You want to call me sister, you idiot." Sang Zhuer rolled her eyes: "I've eaten it up. Why, do you have any opinions?"

"What?! You, you..." Kuwahara burst into tears, staring at her heartbrokenly, tears falling straight down.Fu Zhihuai took his hand and said in a low voice, "It's okay, Kuwahara, I'll treat you to dinner."

Kuwahara wiped his eyes and turned to look at him: "Really?"

Fu Zhihuai took him to the canteen to buy ice cream, and the two stood in the shadow of the wall and continued to chat.The corners of Kuwahara's eyes were still red, he licked the cream and said vaguely: "My sister is the worst, I really hate her."

"Why." Fu Zhihuai said with a blank expression, "I don't have a sister or brother in my family. It's just me. It's not fun."

"That's good. She's necrotic." Kuwahara sobbed and said, "Last time she took me to the park, and suddenly ran away by herself. I couldn't find my way. I was so scared that I was almost caught by bad guys." Walk."

"How do you know it's a bad guy?" Fu Zhihuai asked a deep question.Kuwahara tilted his head and thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he said, "I heard from my dad after I got home. In fact, I think that uncle is pretty nice. He wanted to bring me to the police."

Fu Zhihuai said seriously: "That must be a bad guy."

"Ah?" Kuwahara looked at him in surprise, the melted milk trickled down his wrist to the ground, he felt it was a pity and couldn't help frowning.

"...Anyway, bad guys are like this, you have to be careful." Fu Zhihuai couldn't say why, but he just intuited that the uncle that Kuang Yuan was talking about must be a bad guy.After eating the ice cream, he said seriously to Kuang Yuan: "If you want to go to the park in the future, you can come to me and I will go with you."

"Okay." Kuwahara was very happy: "I still have a good friend, the three of us are together, the bad guys will definitely not dare to come, right?"

For some reason, upon hearing his words, Fu Zhihuai became a little sluggish, nodded, and didn't say anything else.Kuwahara didn't notice his abnormality, took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and gave him the messy rice paper he drew in this class: "This is for you. How do you like it?"

"I like it." Fu Zhihuai carefully folded the rice paper and put it in his schoolbag.

"You must put it away, remember?" Kuang Yuan told him earnestly: "In a few decades, my paintings will be very valuable, really. When you want to buy anything, you can use my buy paintings."

Fu Zhihuai patted his schoolbag and nodded vigorously: "Well, I remember."

……

In the evening, Tian Yue packed Fu Zhihuai's schoolbag and took out a ball of ink-stained rice paper from it.She unfolded it and saw that there were messy match figures and small flowers and grasses painted on it, and there was a crooked small wooden house at the corner.

Tian Yue wanted to laugh, holding up the rice paper, she raised her voice and asked, "Son, did you draw this?"

Fu Zhihuai just finished wiping his face with a towel, when he heard this, he walked out frowning, shook his head and said seriously: "It was drawn by a good friend I met in the calligraphy class today. Mom, don't move."

"Silly boy, what's so precious about such a painting." Tian Yue reluctantly gave him the rice paper and put it back in her schoolbag, without moving it again.

After Fu Zhihuai finished washing, he sat at the table and turned on the lamp. He held up Kuwahara's painting and looked at it for a long time. Finally, he found a suitable place and wrote down a line of words slowly beside the small wooden house.

"The home of two good friends, Fu Zhihuai and Kuwahara".

After finishing writing, he looked at the painting again with satisfaction, and when it was dry, he folded it carefully and put it in his favorite fairy tale book.

……

In the first grade of junior high school, Fu Zhihuai's family will move to the city.Before leaving, he tidied up his bookcase and found an old copy of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" in a corner. There was a little dust on it, and there seemed to be something stuck in the pages.

Fu Zhihuai was about to open it to take a look when he heard his mother calling him in the yard.He didn't bother to flip through the pages, he put the book in the luggage he was going to take away, got up and walked out of the bedroom.

The old book, along with other luggage, has gone through a long journey and finally settled in the utility room of the new home.One day, Fu Zhihuai vaguely remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something. When he wanted to search in the utility room, he was stopped by Tian Yue: "It's full of dust inside. What are you looking for? Go read a book, and I'll give it to you." try to find."

Fu Zhihuai thought for a while, but he couldn't remember what he was looking for, so he shook his head: "It's okay, there's no need to look for it."

……

One afternoon in the second year of high school.Fu Zhihuai unexpectedly woke up a little late for his nap. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Tian Yue was leaning against the door, talking to the old man who came to collect the waste.

Fu Zhihuai hurried out with his schoolbag on his back, his eyes glanced over the messy old things on the floor of the living room, and he vaguely glimpsed a corner of this old book.

He paused slightly, and before he felt anything wrong, Tian Yue patted his shoulder to remind him: "Zhihuai, it looks like it's going to rain outside, you take an umbrella before you go."

Fu Zhihuai also looked out the window, the clouds were overwhelming, and it was indeed the weather that would rain at any time in late spring.He looked around in the living room, but he couldn't find the umbrella, so he shook his head and said, "It's too late."

After all, he jumped over Tianyue's blocking arm, lowered his head and hurried downstairs, got on his bike and drove towards the school quickly.

Throughout the afternoon, Fu Zhihuai felt a lingering strange feeling in his heart.He thought it was affected by the bad weather, so he didn't pay much attention, and concentrated on listening to lectures and writing questions as usual.

This depressing and damp weather lasted for a long time, and when it was time for evening self-study, it started to rain lightly outside.

(Finish)