So you ran away?Hawthorn sends a message.
What kind of escape is because it is too embarrassing to stay any longer. We all need time to buffer.
Xiang Mingchu was a little guilty.
Sorry, this is running away.So, what are the plans for this young man who ran away from home?
I don’t know, go to the near school first, and then find some temporary workers and other things to hold on until the school starts.
It's school.Then where did you take the exam?
Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell you... Have you heard of Jiuzhou Art College in Qiu City, the Department of Fine Arts?
I'll go!Hawthorn sent a shocked emoticon pack.
Xiang Mingchu was stunned and suddenly reacted: Are you in Qiu City too?
I can only say that the world is really wonderful.Since we are so destined to be together, let’s meet the foundation!
As a girl, don't say ji
Go civilized and fuck!The hawthorn interrupted indifferently, what's wrong with the girl's thick slap? I'm so awesome about scolding people, but it's no worse than a boy.
I hope I won't have the chance to see your amazing side in the future...
Don't talk about anything else, come on, see you offline!Hawthorn typed out a line of addresses with a little excitement.
This was the second time Xiang took the high-speed rail in the early Ming Dynasty. The first time he took the high-speed rail on the holiday after graduating from junior high school. At that time, his mother took him on a trip and tried bungee jumping.
The process is still vivid in my mind. He was on the left and mother on the right. He stood on the side and blew in the wind. The things underneath were as small as ants, and he felt insecure even if he tied a safety rope.
But my mother was fearless. She opened her hands and let the mountain wind blow her hair, and her eyes shining. Mingchu, jump!After saying that, he jumped down without a trace of hesitation.
He was stunned and subconsciously jumped with his mother. The two of them fell from a high place, like two birds breaking through the cage and running towards the sky, how free.
Mom cheered excitedly, and he raised his hands to shout, and the voices of the mother and son echoed in the valley.
It's so good.As he thought about it, he raised his lips to Mingchu.
He felt a little moved. He didn't know when he would see his mother and what should he say when he saw him again?
As he thought about it, he turned to look out of the high-speed rail window. The scenery passed by quickly without stopping, just like time.
Three hours later, Qiu City.
Compared to Xinyun, the towering buildings here are not so tall. At this time, the temperature was 29 degrees. Xiang Mingchu dragged his suitcase out of the entrance of the high-speed rail station. A small figure jumped up frequently and waved to him.
He was a very beautiful girl, not very tall, with a high ponytail, a baseball cap on her head, half a pair of sunglasses in her pocket, and her exposed arms and thighs were so white that they were dazzling.
Xiang Mingchu walked to the girl with hesitation: Hawthorn?
Hehe, it's just down.The girl, or hawthorn, grinned and showed two rows of bald teeth: Finally we met, Xin Huiqing will meet.
You are not the same as I imagined.Looking up and down to the early Ming Dynasty.
Hey, it is not allowed to look at the girls you just met!I'm not a statue in the art gallery!Hawthorn put his hands on his chest and looked defensive.
You're going to look better than the statues in the art gallery.
Hiss such a sweet mouth, I didn’t expect that you are such a person in reality.You might fall in love with me at first sight, right?
Xiang Mingchu realized that what he said just now was indeed inappropriate to a girl he had just met. He shook his head embarrassedly: Uh, I don’t mean that.
I know, I'm joking. You can tell how beautiful your sister Mei is like a fairy when you talked about before. How could my attitude catch your eyes?Why……
Looking at Hawthorn's look of crying, three black lines seemed to appear on Xiang Mingchu's forehead. He thought that Hawthorn's real person was still the weird way of speaking, but the original nervousness in his heart subsided without realizing it.
OK I won't tease you anymore.Let me formally introduce it, I am Hawthorn.Finally we met!The hawthorn stretched out his jade white hand.
Xiang Mingchu quickly reached out to respond to Hawthorn: Hello Hawthorn, I am Xiang Mingchu.
Hello Brother Chu, you are not the same as I imagined. You are really handsome.
Xiang Mingchu was stunned: Thank you, thank you, you are polite.
I'm not polite, you look really good, it's just this hair, it's not possible.Hawthorn frowned, I have the opportunity to help you repair it.
Oh, how can you cut your hair so well?
Hawthorn looked proud: Of course, I cut my brother's hair.Is it powerful?
Xiang Mingchu felt a little moved. He had no impression of the brother that Hawthorn liked. Although he had asked, Hawthorn changed the topic and he did not pursue it. Now he was really curious to mention it.
Okay, let’s not stand here stupidly. I didn’t even eat to pick you up and starved to death!
Hawthorn patted her stomach, as your staff and military advisor, I have provided you with a lot of help. Now it’s your turn to repay you!Let's go and have a big meal!
In the end, the Hawthorn’s meal was just a KFC family bucket.
Seeing the hawthorn wind sweeping away the fried chicken on the table, Xiang Mingchu couldn't help but smile: Are you really awesome, aren't you afraid of the heat explosion?
Hawthorn bit the chicken leg and said in a daze: Do you think I am a fat person?
Xiang Mingchu looked at her slightly thumping figure and shook her head.
That's all, I'm going to be a person who can't get fat no matter how hard he eats.Alas, it's so full. Hawthorn burped in satisfaction.
This was the first time Xiang Mingchu saw such a beautiful person doing this, regardless of his image, and did not feel annoying, but instead felt closer.
After eating and drinking, talk about the important matters.Hawthorn asked about the incident and briefly retelled it in Mingchu. He pressed his voice very low. There was no one on the second floor of KFC, so he was not afraid of anyone hearing it.
So is this game over?Hawthorn drank a sip of Coke.
Probably so.
Too delicious!But it doesn't matter.The hawthorn snapped its fingers, and there was still a chance!
What opportunity?
The opportunity to fight back.
What's the meaning?Why I can't understand.Xiang Mingchu felt like a robot who only knew how to ask something.
I ask you, do you like aunts, do you want to be together forever and be a life partner?
Xiang Mingchu did not think: Of course.
Well, if you are the aunt herself, why do you choose your son as your life partner?
Xiang Mingchu was stopped.
Yes, why can I make my mother abandon ethics and morality, break through the limitations of the mother-son relationship and be with me desperately?
Just because of my love for my mother?
So I hope she sacrifices so much to be with me?
He had never thought about this question, and he felt a moment of confusion.
Since Sister Mei is as good as you said, you have to stick it out, at least let her feel that you can rely on!
Hawthorn holds her chest with her hands: Whether it is a boy or a girl, I hope to be compatible in this regard.You have to become better, either work hard to make money, or go to fitness, or you have to be humorous and funny, you can't let your Meijie love you just because you are your son.Hiss, it's too wrong to say this. Mom loves her son
Xiang Mingchu pondered for a moment and nodded: I understand what you mean.
Hawthorn laughed: It would be great since you can get it.Then we will discuss it carefully and see how to deploy tactics and will definitely win it!
At this time, a female voice sounded on the desk to Mingchu's cell phone: Alipay received 20,000 yuan.
The two were surprised.
It turns out that Brother Chu, you are still a big shot... Hawthorn said blankly.
Xiang Mingchu quickly picked up his phone and looked at it. He was silent for a while before he slowly spoke: It was my mother who called him.
Is it so much for 20,000 yuan?How much does your annual tuition fee?
The tuition and miscellaneous fees are about 12,000 yuan.
Wouldn’t that be nearly 3,000 yuan a month’s living expenses!
Hawthorn did it, and her mouth opened wide in surprise, enough to stuff an egg. Your mother is so nice to you!Is this a rich family?My teeth are so envious that I feel sore!
Maybe it was to tell me not to come back during the winter vacation.Xiang Mingchu murmured.
You are thinking too much, but your mother gives you more living expenses.Besides, your legs are on you, so you don’t have to think so much, and you can go back then!
Hawthorn was still immersed in the surprise of the huge sum of money, and her eyes were shining: Brother Chu, you have so many Mneys, so you must often treat me to midnight snacks, right?
Xiang Mingchu no longer had the heart to respond to her, and he was full of thoughts.
Hawthorn's residence is a distance from Xiang Mingchu.
After parting with Hawthorn, Hawthorn said that you must come to me more and it is best to treat me to midnight snacks. He nodded to Mingchu and left, and he found a capsule hotel to stay in.
Instead of calling it a capsule hotel, Xiang Mingchu would rather call it a coffin hotel.
But in the confined space where he would meet when he walked in, he felt comfortable. It was a very strange and difficult feeling, just like in his mother's uterus.
For the first time in his life, he held a huge sum of 20,000 yuan, and minus tuition and miscellaneous expenses, Xiang Mingchu could have been comfortable lying until the start of school, but he still went out to find a temporary worker in the studio until the start of school.
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September 2nd.
An extremely huge off-white stone arch stands, magnificent, with six golden characters shining brightly on it. In front of the door, the salutes are shredded in pieces, reflecting colorful colors in the September sunshine.
Two conspicuous red banners floated on both sides of the school gate, with the same line of words on it: Jiuzhou Academy of Arts welcomes freshmen!
The crowd around rushed towards the gate like a tide, and Xiang Mingchu stood there in his luggage dragging his luggage, and could see that he was fascinated, like a reef in the tide, motionless.
It's really... grand.Xiang Mingchu couldn't help but sigh at the grandeur of the door, and then walked into the school with the crowd.
The passage behind the gate is surrounded by sycamore trees, lush and unsightly.
Not far away are small tents, with red pictures of different contents posted on them, including Finance Department, Art Department, Foreign Language Department, etc. Under each tent, there are old students from different departments receiving new students, signing in and registering, carrying luggage. It is a busy scene, bustling and vibrant, full of youthful atmosphere.
It was summer and autumn, and the weather was hot. Everyone looked long legs and short skirts, with white lights, which made people feel happy.
Xiang Mingchu continued to walk forward, and came to the tent of the art department to sign the autograph. Then he and the seniors who were receiving the school uniform and bedding were collected. Registered a bank card and got a meal card. Xiang Mingchu didn't remember how many places he went that day, but his excitement and curiosity made his body feel tired.
As soon as she entered the dormitory door, Xiang Mingchu was shocked. She went to bed and got off the table in the university dormitory. The guy near the door of the bed was filled with two-dimensional figures and posters in his position. Xiang Mingchu could only barely recognize a small part of the original works.
This is the first roommate he met, heavy 2D control, Mo Wangcai.The attitude towards life is that all three dimensions are illusions, and only that world is the truth.
Yes, this guy's name is Wangcai.
It is hard to imagine a handsome handsome guy who would give this name. The key point is Mo, but the handsome guy himself doesn't care at all. He has a head of silver-gray hair, not dyed but born, because he is a mixed Russian-Chinese race, but it is said that it was something that happened several generations ago. Now he loses Russian skills and looks easily mistakenly considered a minority.
The second roommate barely spoke, and his interest was to listen to the radio.The third one, I didn’t meet the third one, so my buddy went to the army and came back two years later to continue studying.
At night, after everything was done, Xiang Mingchu was lying on the dormitory bed, and the other roommates were playing with their cell phones in their beds.
The excitement and curiosity gradually subsided and he began to feel exhausted.
He picked up his phone and typed a long paragraph in the input box, wanting to report his safety to his mother and want to tell him what he saw today, but in the end he just sighed and deleted all the words one by one.
Close his eyes, he slowly fell asleep, but failed to dream of the person he wanted to see.
Xiang Mingchu's college life began like this.
The high school teacher did not lie to him. The university was indeed very free. Time and money were as good as high school. The feeling of breaking free from the constraints was so strong and joyful.
Xiang Mingchu quickly adapted to the rhythm of college. His personality, whose life is better than living a life, can indeed adapt to most environments, but unlike in the past, he began to have goals.
After talking to Hawthorn, he realized a lot.With his son alone, how could he make his mother accept his twisted and crazy love as he wanted?
So he was determined to change, no matter which aspect, soon, an opportunity appeared before him.
Xiang Mingchu was very talented in painting, and he never remembered it even more. Therefore, he successfully found a part-time job assigned by the studio to copy the paintings of various masters.
Xiang Mingchu didn't know why the studio accepted these, but he didn't need to think about it, just write it.
At first, I couldn't make any money, so the other party put forward a lot of suggestions for modification and many paintings were returned.But as more and more paintings are painted, the details are more in place, and the prices given by the studio are rising.
Once upon a time, the great fortunes of celebrities were like famous stars in the sky, and they were hard to see, but his talent for painting was so terrifying that now, he could even touch some of the furs in those great paintings.
Of course he cannot be compared with the master, but the studio does not need to be compared, nor does the market behind it.
Later he learned that the studios bought good copies and resold them to Europe and were sold in stores around the art museum.
In that environment, hand-painted paintings are more marketable than printed ones, and the price is higher.
Xiang Mingchu was like a machine, painting on the top of the stairs in the middle of the night, erecting a drawing board, and next to it was the page copied on the portfolio. One night could be produced, but once the drawing was made, it would be in vain.
But talent plays a role. He begins to be proficient and his speed increases. Paintings are born like goods on assembly lines from his writing, much faster than the money he earns when he is a part-time art teacher.
He was not happy.
He felt that he was not like a painter, but more like a printer, responsible for pasting and copying famous paintings, and using brushes to make whatever paint. He had already stipulated that after the freshness of the beginning, he was only bored.
But he continued and drew faster.
At the cost of boredom, his income was considerable. He saved the money well and learned to keep accounts.
In fact, Xiang Mingchu knew why he had to work so hard to make money, because he was often uneasy, panic and worried.
He is no longer, nor does he want to be the boy who can only follow his mother. He wants to stand by his mother, be open and have a good match.
Maybe that will take a long time, and it will be far more than that.But at least, this is his first step in his efforts.
Most of his paintings were late at night, and in the stairwell of the dormitory building, he closed the door and became a closed small room.
There was a huge glass window standing upside the balcony of the girls' dormitory. At this time, it was naturally pitch black and occasionally there were some lights that were lit in the middle of the night.
Other boys are curious about the balcony of girls' dormitory, so when brushing their teeth on their own balcony, they always like to look at each other from time to time, hoping to see some erotic scenes.
But Xiang Mingchu was not interested in those things, and when he stopped on the way, he just looked at the artificial lake next to the building.
Looking at the moon reflected on the water, I suddenly understood why the poet always likes to express his emotions to the moon.
Xiang Mingchu was not always so sad. In fact, he was still the boy who liked to talk nonsense. He would take a few more glances when he saw a good-looking girl and liked to play Grand Theft Auto in the dormitory.
But whenever he holds the pen late at night, he feels like he has changed his body and his heart is desolate.
He lit a cigarette silently.
This was a habit that Xiang had only developed in college in the early Ming Dynasty. He knew that this was not good. If his mother knew about it, the consequences would be serious. But after he tasted the taste of cigarettes in his emptiness, he relied on it.
Is it nicotine terrifying, or is it even more terrifying for human emptiness?
He has no answer.
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In a blink of an eye, most of the semester has passed.
Classes during the day and painting at night have become the norm in college life in the early Ming Dynasty.After saving enough money, Xiang Mingchu did not continue to live in the dormitory, but rented a small room in the nearby student apartment.
The room was filled with his paint and easels, and cigarette butts were everywhere.He was originally a fan of talking badly, and now he became more and more silent, as if his tongue would degenerate if it was not used frequently.
Fortunately, Hawthorn would come to him from time to time and ask him to treat him to KFC. It seemed that in the eyes of this wild girl like tits, KFC is the best food in the world.
Xiang Mingchu always complained about the fact that he was afraid of eating hawthorn, but in fact he was very happy.
Because at that time, Xiang Mingchu could feel that he still had friends, which was so good that he became active inside.
Hawthorn can always easily smell the smell of smoke on his body and say that he doesn't like this smell very much, but shook his head to Mingchu and said that he wants to smoke when he draws at night, and there is nothing he can do.
After knowing that Xiang Mingchu had rented a room to draw by himself, Hawthorn was curious and excited, so he forced Xiang Mingchu to take it there.
After arriving, she was amazed at Xiang Mingchu's paintings while pinching her nose and tiring up the messy room.
After Hawthorn left, Xiang Mingchu was uncomfortable staying alone in the neat room.
He unconsciously lit another cigarette.
Since parting with my mother, the twisted emotions have not frozen, but have become more and more intense on countless lonely nights.
More than once he picked up his cell phone late at night and wanted to call his mother. He had a lot of things to say, I wanted to say sorry, I wanted to say sorry, I wanted to say sorry, and I wanted to express those passionate words to his mother that had been burning his chest.
But when he thought of his mother's red eyes after he was impulsive that night, wrapped in confusion and pain, his thoughts instantly melted like red iron entering the snow.
Mercury became his favorite song, but as Dong Da Xiao expert Huang Zihua said: Listening to love songs after a broken heart is equivalent to leaking gas and closing the window.
Therefore, Xiang Mingchu often fell into a dilemma of some kind of loss late at night.
The only solution is hundreds of miles away at this moment, I wonder what I am doing?Xiang Mingchu thought about it and had no answer, so he silently drew the next stroke.
In the blink of an eye, the semester is over, and freshmen in early January can go back to their own homes and find their mothers to celebrate the New Year happily.But he hasn't thought about how to face his mother so he naturally dare not go back.
Another night, eight o'clock.
Xiang Mingchu was drawing, and the phone ringtone rang. When he saw it, his heart beat faster in an instant, and his blood rang in his body, cheering and even his hands trembling.
That was the phone call from my mother.
Xiang Mingchu took a deep breath, calmed down, and answered the phone.There was silence on the other end of the phone. He was holding his cell phone and didn't know how to speak.
After a long period of silence, Xiang Mingchu wondered if the wire was disconnected. He took the phone in front of him and confirmed that he was still on the phone. He then pressed the phone tightly against his ears, not daring to miss a single slightest.
Finally, a familiar and cold voice came from the other end of the phone: What are you doing?
Mom, I'm drawing.Xiang Mingchu tried to keep his tone calm, but his heart was excited and beating wildly.
Is it okay there?
fine.
Another silence.
Xiang Mingchu was a little anxious. He actually wanted to chat with his mother. His degenerate tongue in college revived and was ready to move.But the words are at your mouth, and you can't speak.
Just when Xiang Mingchu thought his mother was about to hang up the phone, his mother suddenly said: Are you back for the Chinese New Year?
His tone was plain, but it made Xiang Mingchu's hand holding the phone tremble.
Of course he wanted to go back and wanted to go home immediately!But he couldn't. That night's mother's eyes were deeply engraved in his mind like a brand, like a spell.
I won’t go back, and I still have a lot of things to do here. I found a part-time job and my salary is quite good.
Not coming back?
Um.
good.My mother's voice was gone: Take good care of herself.
I know mom, you should take good care of yourself, and... I'm sorry that night
Dududu The phone was hung up, leaving him holding the phone in a daze.
But for some reason, the corners of his mouth raised a slight curve.
Xiang Mingchu is such a person. Give him a little warmth and he feels that this cold winter will no longer be cold.
Maybe it's a good sign. Maybe the expectant mother has forgiven her for crossing the line.Xiang Mingchu thought happily.He picked up his brush and painted again, and even the colors became more vivid.
But he would not have thought that he would take the initiative to attack soon, like an attack hunter, or like the last flapping of a moth's wing.
What kind of escape is because it is too embarrassing to stay any longer. We all need time to buffer.
Xiang Mingchu was a little guilty.
Sorry, this is running away.So, what are the plans for this young man who ran away from home?
I don’t know, go to the near school first, and then find some temporary workers and other things to hold on until the school starts.
It's school.Then where did you take the exam?
Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell you... Have you heard of Jiuzhou Art College in Qiu City, the Department of Fine Arts?
I'll go!Hawthorn sent a shocked emoticon pack.
Xiang Mingchu was stunned and suddenly reacted: Are you in Qiu City too?
I can only say that the world is really wonderful.Since we are so destined to be together, let’s meet the foundation!
As a girl, don't say ji
Go civilized and fuck!The hawthorn interrupted indifferently, what's wrong with the girl's thick slap? I'm so awesome about scolding people, but it's no worse than a boy.
I hope I won't have the chance to see your amazing side in the future...
Don't talk about anything else, come on, see you offline!Hawthorn typed out a line of addresses with a little excitement.
This was the second time Xiang took the high-speed rail in the early Ming Dynasty. The first time he took the high-speed rail on the holiday after graduating from junior high school. At that time, his mother took him on a trip and tried bungee jumping.
The process is still vivid in my mind. He was on the left and mother on the right. He stood on the side and blew in the wind. The things underneath were as small as ants, and he felt insecure even if he tied a safety rope.
But my mother was fearless. She opened her hands and let the mountain wind blow her hair, and her eyes shining. Mingchu, jump!After saying that, he jumped down without a trace of hesitation.
He was stunned and subconsciously jumped with his mother. The two of them fell from a high place, like two birds breaking through the cage and running towards the sky, how free.
Mom cheered excitedly, and he raised his hands to shout, and the voices of the mother and son echoed in the valley.
It's so good.As he thought about it, he raised his lips to Mingchu.
He felt a little moved. He didn't know when he would see his mother and what should he say when he saw him again?
As he thought about it, he turned to look out of the high-speed rail window. The scenery passed by quickly without stopping, just like time.
Three hours later, Qiu City.
Compared to Xinyun, the towering buildings here are not so tall. At this time, the temperature was 29 degrees. Xiang Mingchu dragged his suitcase out of the entrance of the high-speed rail station. A small figure jumped up frequently and waved to him.
He was a very beautiful girl, not very tall, with a high ponytail, a baseball cap on her head, half a pair of sunglasses in her pocket, and her exposed arms and thighs were so white that they were dazzling.
Xiang Mingchu walked to the girl with hesitation: Hawthorn?
Hehe, it's just down.The girl, or hawthorn, grinned and showed two rows of bald teeth: Finally we met, Xin Huiqing will meet.
You are not the same as I imagined.Looking up and down to the early Ming Dynasty.
Hey, it is not allowed to look at the girls you just met!I'm not a statue in the art gallery!Hawthorn put his hands on his chest and looked defensive.
You're going to look better than the statues in the art gallery.
Hiss such a sweet mouth, I didn’t expect that you are such a person in reality.You might fall in love with me at first sight, right?
Xiang Mingchu realized that what he said just now was indeed inappropriate to a girl he had just met. He shook his head embarrassedly: Uh, I don’t mean that.
I know, I'm joking. You can tell how beautiful your sister Mei is like a fairy when you talked about before. How could my attitude catch your eyes?Why……
Looking at Hawthorn's look of crying, three black lines seemed to appear on Xiang Mingchu's forehead. He thought that Hawthorn's real person was still the weird way of speaking, but the original nervousness in his heart subsided without realizing it.
OK I won't tease you anymore.Let me formally introduce it, I am Hawthorn.Finally we met!The hawthorn stretched out his jade white hand.
Xiang Mingchu quickly reached out to respond to Hawthorn: Hello Hawthorn, I am Xiang Mingchu.
Hello Brother Chu, you are not the same as I imagined. You are really handsome.
Xiang Mingchu was stunned: Thank you, thank you, you are polite.
I'm not polite, you look really good, it's just this hair, it's not possible.Hawthorn frowned, I have the opportunity to help you repair it.
Oh, how can you cut your hair so well?
Hawthorn looked proud: Of course, I cut my brother's hair.Is it powerful?
Xiang Mingchu felt a little moved. He had no impression of the brother that Hawthorn liked. Although he had asked, Hawthorn changed the topic and he did not pursue it. Now he was really curious to mention it.
Okay, let’s not stand here stupidly. I didn’t even eat to pick you up and starved to death!
Hawthorn patted her stomach, as your staff and military advisor, I have provided you with a lot of help. Now it’s your turn to repay you!Let's go and have a big meal!
In the end, the Hawthorn’s meal was just a KFC family bucket.
Seeing the hawthorn wind sweeping away the fried chicken on the table, Xiang Mingchu couldn't help but smile: Are you really awesome, aren't you afraid of the heat explosion?
Hawthorn bit the chicken leg and said in a daze: Do you think I am a fat person?
Xiang Mingchu looked at her slightly thumping figure and shook her head.
That's all, I'm going to be a person who can't get fat no matter how hard he eats.Alas, it's so full. Hawthorn burped in satisfaction.
This was the first time Xiang Mingchu saw such a beautiful person doing this, regardless of his image, and did not feel annoying, but instead felt closer.
After eating and drinking, talk about the important matters.Hawthorn asked about the incident and briefly retelled it in Mingchu. He pressed his voice very low. There was no one on the second floor of KFC, so he was not afraid of anyone hearing it.
So is this game over?Hawthorn drank a sip of Coke.
Probably so.
Too delicious!But it doesn't matter.The hawthorn snapped its fingers, and there was still a chance!
What opportunity?
The opportunity to fight back.
What's the meaning?Why I can't understand.Xiang Mingchu felt like a robot who only knew how to ask something.
I ask you, do you like aunts, do you want to be together forever and be a life partner?
Xiang Mingchu did not think: Of course.
Well, if you are the aunt herself, why do you choose your son as your life partner?
Xiang Mingchu was stopped.
Yes, why can I make my mother abandon ethics and morality, break through the limitations of the mother-son relationship and be with me desperately?
Just because of my love for my mother?
So I hope she sacrifices so much to be with me?
He had never thought about this question, and he felt a moment of confusion.
Since Sister Mei is as good as you said, you have to stick it out, at least let her feel that you can rely on!
Hawthorn holds her chest with her hands: Whether it is a boy or a girl, I hope to be compatible in this regard.You have to become better, either work hard to make money, or go to fitness, or you have to be humorous and funny, you can't let your Meijie love you just because you are your son.Hiss, it's too wrong to say this. Mom loves her son
Xiang Mingchu pondered for a moment and nodded: I understand what you mean.
Hawthorn laughed: It would be great since you can get it.Then we will discuss it carefully and see how to deploy tactics and will definitely win it!
At this time, a female voice sounded on the desk to Mingchu's cell phone: Alipay received 20,000 yuan.
The two were surprised.
It turns out that Brother Chu, you are still a big shot... Hawthorn said blankly.
Xiang Mingchu quickly picked up his phone and looked at it. He was silent for a while before he slowly spoke: It was my mother who called him.
Is it so much for 20,000 yuan?How much does your annual tuition fee?
The tuition and miscellaneous fees are about 12,000 yuan.
Wouldn’t that be nearly 3,000 yuan a month’s living expenses!
Hawthorn did it, and her mouth opened wide in surprise, enough to stuff an egg. Your mother is so nice to you!Is this a rich family?My teeth are so envious that I feel sore!
Maybe it was to tell me not to come back during the winter vacation.Xiang Mingchu murmured.
You are thinking too much, but your mother gives you more living expenses.Besides, your legs are on you, so you don’t have to think so much, and you can go back then!
Hawthorn was still immersed in the surprise of the huge sum of money, and her eyes were shining: Brother Chu, you have so many Mneys, so you must often treat me to midnight snacks, right?
Xiang Mingchu no longer had the heart to respond to her, and he was full of thoughts.
Hawthorn's residence is a distance from Xiang Mingchu.
After parting with Hawthorn, Hawthorn said that you must come to me more and it is best to treat me to midnight snacks. He nodded to Mingchu and left, and he found a capsule hotel to stay in.
Instead of calling it a capsule hotel, Xiang Mingchu would rather call it a coffin hotel.
But in the confined space where he would meet when he walked in, he felt comfortable. It was a very strange and difficult feeling, just like in his mother's uterus.
For the first time in his life, he held a huge sum of 20,000 yuan, and minus tuition and miscellaneous expenses, Xiang Mingchu could have been comfortable lying until the start of school, but he still went out to find a temporary worker in the studio until the start of school.
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September 2nd.
An extremely huge off-white stone arch stands, magnificent, with six golden characters shining brightly on it. In front of the door, the salutes are shredded in pieces, reflecting colorful colors in the September sunshine.
Two conspicuous red banners floated on both sides of the school gate, with the same line of words on it: Jiuzhou Academy of Arts welcomes freshmen!
The crowd around rushed towards the gate like a tide, and Xiang Mingchu stood there in his luggage dragging his luggage, and could see that he was fascinated, like a reef in the tide, motionless.
It's really... grand.Xiang Mingchu couldn't help but sigh at the grandeur of the door, and then walked into the school with the crowd.
The passage behind the gate is surrounded by sycamore trees, lush and unsightly.
Not far away are small tents, with red pictures of different contents posted on them, including Finance Department, Art Department, Foreign Language Department, etc. Under each tent, there are old students from different departments receiving new students, signing in and registering, carrying luggage. It is a busy scene, bustling and vibrant, full of youthful atmosphere.
It was summer and autumn, and the weather was hot. Everyone looked long legs and short skirts, with white lights, which made people feel happy.
Xiang Mingchu continued to walk forward, and came to the tent of the art department to sign the autograph. Then he and the seniors who were receiving the school uniform and bedding were collected. Registered a bank card and got a meal card. Xiang Mingchu didn't remember how many places he went that day, but his excitement and curiosity made his body feel tired.
As soon as she entered the dormitory door, Xiang Mingchu was shocked. She went to bed and got off the table in the university dormitory. The guy near the door of the bed was filled with two-dimensional figures and posters in his position. Xiang Mingchu could only barely recognize a small part of the original works.
This is the first roommate he met, heavy 2D control, Mo Wangcai.The attitude towards life is that all three dimensions are illusions, and only that world is the truth.
Yes, this guy's name is Wangcai.
It is hard to imagine a handsome handsome guy who would give this name. The key point is Mo, but the handsome guy himself doesn't care at all. He has a head of silver-gray hair, not dyed but born, because he is a mixed Russian-Chinese race, but it is said that it was something that happened several generations ago. Now he loses Russian skills and looks easily mistakenly considered a minority.
The second roommate barely spoke, and his interest was to listen to the radio.The third one, I didn’t meet the third one, so my buddy went to the army and came back two years later to continue studying.
At night, after everything was done, Xiang Mingchu was lying on the dormitory bed, and the other roommates were playing with their cell phones in their beds.
The excitement and curiosity gradually subsided and he began to feel exhausted.
He picked up his phone and typed a long paragraph in the input box, wanting to report his safety to his mother and want to tell him what he saw today, but in the end he just sighed and deleted all the words one by one.
Close his eyes, he slowly fell asleep, but failed to dream of the person he wanted to see.
Xiang Mingchu's college life began like this.
The high school teacher did not lie to him. The university was indeed very free. Time and money were as good as high school. The feeling of breaking free from the constraints was so strong and joyful.
Xiang Mingchu quickly adapted to the rhythm of college. His personality, whose life is better than living a life, can indeed adapt to most environments, but unlike in the past, he began to have goals.
After talking to Hawthorn, he realized a lot.With his son alone, how could he make his mother accept his twisted and crazy love as he wanted?
So he was determined to change, no matter which aspect, soon, an opportunity appeared before him.
Xiang Mingchu was very talented in painting, and he never remembered it even more. Therefore, he successfully found a part-time job assigned by the studio to copy the paintings of various masters.
Xiang Mingchu didn't know why the studio accepted these, but he didn't need to think about it, just write it.
At first, I couldn't make any money, so the other party put forward a lot of suggestions for modification and many paintings were returned.But as more and more paintings are painted, the details are more in place, and the prices given by the studio are rising.
Once upon a time, the great fortunes of celebrities were like famous stars in the sky, and they were hard to see, but his talent for painting was so terrifying that now, he could even touch some of the furs in those great paintings.
Of course he cannot be compared with the master, but the studio does not need to be compared, nor does the market behind it.
Later he learned that the studios bought good copies and resold them to Europe and were sold in stores around the art museum.
In that environment, hand-painted paintings are more marketable than printed ones, and the price is higher.
Xiang Mingchu was like a machine, painting on the top of the stairs in the middle of the night, erecting a drawing board, and next to it was the page copied on the portfolio. One night could be produced, but once the drawing was made, it would be in vain.
But talent plays a role. He begins to be proficient and his speed increases. Paintings are born like goods on assembly lines from his writing, much faster than the money he earns when he is a part-time art teacher.
He was not happy.
He felt that he was not like a painter, but more like a printer, responsible for pasting and copying famous paintings, and using brushes to make whatever paint. He had already stipulated that after the freshness of the beginning, he was only bored.
But he continued and drew faster.
At the cost of boredom, his income was considerable. He saved the money well and learned to keep accounts.
In fact, Xiang Mingchu knew why he had to work so hard to make money, because he was often uneasy, panic and worried.
He is no longer, nor does he want to be the boy who can only follow his mother. He wants to stand by his mother, be open and have a good match.
Maybe that will take a long time, and it will be far more than that.But at least, this is his first step in his efforts.
Most of his paintings were late at night, and in the stairwell of the dormitory building, he closed the door and became a closed small room.
There was a huge glass window standing upside the balcony of the girls' dormitory. At this time, it was naturally pitch black and occasionally there were some lights that were lit in the middle of the night.
Other boys are curious about the balcony of girls' dormitory, so when brushing their teeth on their own balcony, they always like to look at each other from time to time, hoping to see some erotic scenes.
But Xiang Mingchu was not interested in those things, and when he stopped on the way, he just looked at the artificial lake next to the building.
Looking at the moon reflected on the water, I suddenly understood why the poet always likes to express his emotions to the moon.
Xiang Mingchu was not always so sad. In fact, he was still the boy who liked to talk nonsense. He would take a few more glances when he saw a good-looking girl and liked to play Grand Theft Auto in the dormitory.
But whenever he holds the pen late at night, he feels like he has changed his body and his heart is desolate.
He lit a cigarette silently.
This was a habit that Xiang had only developed in college in the early Ming Dynasty. He knew that this was not good. If his mother knew about it, the consequences would be serious. But after he tasted the taste of cigarettes in his emptiness, he relied on it.
Is it nicotine terrifying, or is it even more terrifying for human emptiness?
He has no answer.
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In a blink of an eye, most of the semester has passed.
Classes during the day and painting at night have become the norm in college life in the early Ming Dynasty.After saving enough money, Xiang Mingchu did not continue to live in the dormitory, but rented a small room in the nearby student apartment.
The room was filled with his paint and easels, and cigarette butts were everywhere.He was originally a fan of talking badly, and now he became more and more silent, as if his tongue would degenerate if it was not used frequently.
Fortunately, Hawthorn would come to him from time to time and ask him to treat him to KFC. It seemed that in the eyes of this wild girl like tits, KFC is the best food in the world.
Xiang Mingchu always complained about the fact that he was afraid of eating hawthorn, but in fact he was very happy.
Because at that time, Xiang Mingchu could feel that he still had friends, which was so good that he became active inside.
Hawthorn can always easily smell the smell of smoke on his body and say that he doesn't like this smell very much, but shook his head to Mingchu and said that he wants to smoke when he draws at night, and there is nothing he can do.
After knowing that Xiang Mingchu had rented a room to draw by himself, Hawthorn was curious and excited, so he forced Xiang Mingchu to take it there.
After arriving, she was amazed at Xiang Mingchu's paintings while pinching her nose and tiring up the messy room.
After Hawthorn left, Xiang Mingchu was uncomfortable staying alone in the neat room.
He unconsciously lit another cigarette.
Since parting with my mother, the twisted emotions have not frozen, but have become more and more intense on countless lonely nights.
More than once he picked up his cell phone late at night and wanted to call his mother. He had a lot of things to say, I wanted to say sorry, I wanted to say sorry, I wanted to say sorry, and I wanted to express those passionate words to his mother that had been burning his chest.
But when he thought of his mother's red eyes after he was impulsive that night, wrapped in confusion and pain, his thoughts instantly melted like red iron entering the snow.
Mercury became his favorite song, but as Dong Da Xiao expert Huang Zihua said: Listening to love songs after a broken heart is equivalent to leaking gas and closing the window.
Therefore, Xiang Mingchu often fell into a dilemma of some kind of loss late at night.
The only solution is hundreds of miles away at this moment, I wonder what I am doing?Xiang Mingchu thought about it and had no answer, so he silently drew the next stroke.
In the blink of an eye, the semester is over, and freshmen in early January can go back to their own homes and find their mothers to celebrate the New Year happily.But he hasn't thought about how to face his mother so he naturally dare not go back.
Another night, eight o'clock.
Xiang Mingchu was drawing, and the phone ringtone rang. When he saw it, his heart beat faster in an instant, and his blood rang in his body, cheering and even his hands trembling.
That was the phone call from my mother.
Xiang Mingchu took a deep breath, calmed down, and answered the phone.There was silence on the other end of the phone. He was holding his cell phone and didn't know how to speak.
After a long period of silence, Xiang Mingchu wondered if the wire was disconnected. He took the phone in front of him and confirmed that he was still on the phone. He then pressed the phone tightly against his ears, not daring to miss a single slightest.
Finally, a familiar and cold voice came from the other end of the phone: What are you doing?
Mom, I'm drawing.Xiang Mingchu tried to keep his tone calm, but his heart was excited and beating wildly.
Is it okay there?
fine.
Another silence.
Xiang Mingchu was a little anxious. He actually wanted to chat with his mother. His degenerate tongue in college revived and was ready to move.But the words are at your mouth, and you can't speak.
Just when Xiang Mingchu thought his mother was about to hang up the phone, his mother suddenly said: Are you back for the Chinese New Year?
His tone was plain, but it made Xiang Mingchu's hand holding the phone tremble.
Of course he wanted to go back and wanted to go home immediately!But he couldn't. That night's mother's eyes were deeply engraved in his mind like a brand, like a spell.
I won’t go back, and I still have a lot of things to do here. I found a part-time job and my salary is quite good.
Not coming back?
Um.
good.My mother's voice was gone: Take good care of herself.
I know mom, you should take good care of yourself, and... I'm sorry that night
Dududu The phone was hung up, leaving him holding the phone in a daze.
But for some reason, the corners of his mouth raised a slight curve.
Xiang Mingchu is such a person. Give him a little warmth and he feels that this cold winter will no longer be cold.
Maybe it's a good sign. Maybe the expectant mother has forgiven her for crossing the line.Xiang Mingchu thought happily.He picked up his brush and painted again, and even the colors became more vivid.
But he would not have thought that he would take the initiative to attack soon, like an attack hunter, or like the last flapping of a moth's wing.
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