June is our farewell song

Chapter 49 Heavy Rain ([-])
When he walked downstairs, Gu Yuan found that it was raining heavily again outside. Large swathes of clouds gathered together to block the sun's light. Continuous raindrops repeatedly washed the rose-red walls, and the fire hydrant was inexplicably on Water bubbling out.

Really bad weather.

Gu Yuan suddenly remembered that today is the day of the city competition, with such heavy rain, I don't know if Yang Tianchen and the others can still play.

In fact, Chen Ge didn't provide any useful information. The most he said to Gu Yuan was "I don't know". To be honest, Chen Ge's attitude has been very ambiguous this time, and he seems to be reluctant to take care of Chen Ying. matter.

Gu Yuan remembered that he didn't bring an umbrella through the rainy sky, and the short distance of more than ten meters suddenly became like a moat.

"Ugh."

Gu Yuan sighed softly.

"Hey--"

Gu Yuan raised his head and saw Chi Yu standing under the teaching building, waving and shouting at him, his voice hoarse.

Seeing the figure holding an umbrella jumping across large and small puddles and running towards him without hesitation against the pouring rain, Gu Yuan couldn't help feeling the urge to burst into tears.

When facing Chi Yu, he was never stingy with his words, but he couldn't find an accurate adjective to define the girl in front of him, but she was definitely not ordinary.Whether it's the figure of her bouncing and running towards her, or her usual tone of voice, or the flickering of her eyelashes when she raises her head.Gu Yuan couldn't help but think of the specially processed pictures he saw on the Internet, most of the pictures above were still, only one detail was shaking slightly.

Gu Yuan felt that if he compared his life to this picture, the gleaming details must be someone like Chi Yu.

"Where were you just now?"

"I went to find Chen Ge."

Gu Yuan naturally took the handle of the umbrella from Chi Yu's hand, and then slightly tilted the umbrella to the girl's side.

"Why don't you bring an umbrella, luckily I just came out to see you."

"It's not because of you."

"Tch—" Chi Yu pouted with a smile.

"Oh oh oh-"

A sudden booing sound interrupted the whispering between the two, and under Gu Yuan's half-closed eyes, a boy was pushed out of the back door of the classroom by the crowd of class [-].Gray striped shirt, dark brown jeans, and milky white canvas shoes, with a shy expression on his face, he half pushed and half resisted the "wicked man" behind him.

It is someone who has never met, or someone who never cares.

Turning around, Chi Yu's eyes widened. I don't know if it was Gu Yuan's illusion, but I always felt that Chi Yu's body was unconsciously leaning towards him.

"Who is this guy?"

"Jiang Hao, I used to be in the same class as me in junior high school."

"Hey, where's my book?"

After returning to the classroom, Qi Yu put his left hand on his hip and spread his right hand forward, casually asking him for a book.

"Forehead……"

Gu Yuan's smile couldn't help froze on his face, it was broken, his attention was all on Chen Ying's matter just now, and the two books "Red Furying Night" and "The Moon and Sixpence" were all in Chen Ge's. It was on the desk, and I didn't think about it at all.

"You guys, you won't forget again, right?"

"Ahem...don't slander me, isn't this the first time I forgot? Why do you say again?"

"I searched the entire campus and couldn't find a monster who was as thick-skinned as you and turned around the city wall. Hurry up, roll over and get it back for me."

"Wait, it's time for class." Gu Yuan glanced at his watch, "What class is the next class?"

"Art, art, idiot, Teacher Liu Chang is going to hit you on the head again." Qi Yu rubbed his face lightly, "Let's go, hurry up, we're going to be late."

The content of today's class is landscape and figure painting, but to Gu Yuan, it doesn't matter what he draws, since no one else can tell what it is anyway.

Sure enough, when the get out of class was about to end, Qi Yu turned his head and glanced at the sketch in Gu Yuan's hand, and immediately couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Grass hahahahahahaha... A sun is outlined with a few simple strokes, mixed colors are arranged like intermittent horizontal lines of different lengths to form things that don't know whether they are snow or mountains, and the theme of the picture is composed of one big and one small. A strangely shaped snowman with stacked circles and countless fluffy thorns painted all over its body, what is it..."

Hearing Qi Yu's unrestrained laughter, Gu Yuan glanced at her sharply.

"This is art, do you understand art!"

"Pfft hahahaha art hahahaha, I can't do it, I can't do it..." Qi Yu laughed and fell down on the table, resting his head on the table and said, "Um...how should I say it? A long-haired snowman... Hmm...under the pen of the master of abstraction, it is indeed quite an artistic way of expression, no, I mean conception...hahahahaha..."

"Yeti? Shaggy? What are you talking about?"

Gu Yuan glanced at his own painting depressedly, then turned his head to look at Qi Yu.

"Isn't this a snowman? If two circles, one big and one small, are stacked together, what else could it be?"

"..."

With a dark face, Gu Yuan made the hair on the "Snowman" plump up.

Qi Yu was still at a loss.

"My drawing is Totoro... Is it really... so bad?"

"Yes, very much."

Qi Yu nodded seriously.

"Forget it, it seems that I really have no talent in painting, maybe I shouldn't try to work hard on this." Gu Yuan threw away the brush with a little frustration, "It shouldn't, it's not that normal people train Should I have mastered some basic painting skills in one or two months? Why do I feel like I’m at a loss? It’s been almost three months, and I can’t even control the basic structure of the picture.”

"Come on, I believe you can do it."

Gu Yuan turned his head and glanced at Qi Yu. The girl was leisurely looking at the pouring rain outside the window with her chin resting on her cheeks. Her voice was neither soft nor heavy, and she was completely careless, and her words were perfunctory.

"Is the painting finished?" Teacher Liu Chang stopped between the two of them.

"It's hard to say whether the painting is finished..." Gu Yuan looked down at the painting with unknown meaning on the table again, hesitated for a while, and handed it to Teacher Liu Chang.

"Eh... Actually, the idea is not bad, keep working hard." Liu Chang frowned and glanced at Gu Yuan's painting, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"That... Teacher Liu Chang..."

Qi Yu glanced at it, poofed and almost laughed again, and quickly covered it with his hands.

"Ok?"

"You took it upside down."

"..."

Gu Yuan fell into autism on the spot.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be so depressed! As long as you have enough training, you will be able to master the basic painting skills." Teacher Liu Chang said encouragingly, she gently pushed her glasses, shook herself dry Short hair, "Cheer up, Xiao Gu."

"...Teacher, I think maybe I really shouldn't draw anymore." Gu Yuan covered his head with an art book dejectedly, and then lay down on the table and said in a low voice, "I have been painting since I was a child. I have taken a lot of art classes, and after more than ten years, I am still at this level, and I think this is what I will do in my life."

"Although it only took me an hour to master the basic painting skills, people are always different, and some gaps need to be filled with hard work."

"..." In view of the incomparable natural stupidity of this confused teacher, Gu Yuan didn't know whether Liu Chang was comforting himself or hitting him.

"When I was teaching class seven a while ago, there was also a girl who was very depressed. The problems she encountered should be similar to yours." Liu Chang tilted his head and thought for a while, and put the index finger of his right hand gently on his lower lip, and said , "Her name is Chen Ying, hey! No, I shouldn't reveal the student's privacy. I'm sorry, please act as if you didn't hear anything, and nothing happened."

Seeing Liu Chang flustered, Gu Yuan couldn't help sighing softly again.

"It's okay, teacher. We know that Chen Ying is in a bad mood recently." Qi Yu explained, "She is a member of our literature club."

"Oh, that's it. If you know each other, that would be great. I don't count as revealing the students' privacy." Liu Chang nodded, then continued with a frown, "Well...she seems to be a little stressed recently, Alas, the children nowadays are really, they are only in the first year of high school, and they are frowning all day long, what should they do when they are in the third year of high school?"

"Teacher, did she say anything to you?" Gu Yuan asked.

"She said she felt stupid, she couldn't remember words, she couldn't use formulas, and she couldn't solve complex equations. Now she couldn't even draw well, which she was always good at." Liu Chang showed a worried expression on his face. The expression, the drooping bangs gently swaying, "Oh, I really want to enlighten her, but I..."

Gu Yuan didn't know what to say for a while. Indeed, referring to Teacher Liu Chang's usual level of comforting people, if he took the initiative to enlighten Chen Ying, it might not cause secondary trauma to others, or a devastating nuclear strike.

All in all, all in all, the problem is still very serious and has not been resolved.

Although, as the mysterious sweet shop owner said, there are as many ways to live as you can draw a radius from the center.The life that people praise and think is successful is nothing more than a kind of life.There's no need to boast of one at the expense of all the others.

But the price of chasing dreams varies from person to person. For Chen Ying, maybe that is an unbearable price.

Therefore, even if she has made a choice in her heart, she will still be slowly pulled back to the original track by the huge force uncontrollably, and forced to move on.

There must be a way.

Gu Yuan looked out the window, it was still raining.

The light from the incandescent lamp was scattered by the water droplets on the window glass, reflecting the sky in a colorful gray.

(End of this chapter)