a memo

Chapter 15
Now for the big artists.

A great artist, as the name suggests, studies art.

I, my elder brother, and the great artists all met in elementary school, and we also created a trio called "Happy Everyday".

In other words, I am a liberal arts student, my brother is a science student, and I am a major artist and art student. Our small group covers a wide range, and there are all types of candidates.

Great artists are shy, naive, slow-heated boys.

It looks easy to bully, but it is actually easy to bully.

He has a very good temper and rarely gets angry. When he was in elementary school, he often told us: "I am a person with a bottom line. If you touch my bottom line, then I will keep lowering my bottom line."

A great artist has a very magical function - picking up money.

Every time he goes out with a great artist, he can pick up money in all likelihood, ranging from a dime to a five-dollar bill.

Thanks to the development of digital currency online payment, otherwise he would be able to make a fortune by picking up money.

The big artist and the big brother played very well, so after I got to know the big brother, I gradually got to know the big artist.

The big artist and my family live in the same neighborhood. It’s not an exaggeration. To find someone else, I only need to go downstairs and walk for 3 minutes.

Specifically, the relationship with the great artist became particularly strong when I was in junior high school.

Because the family lives together, we can often meet on the way home, and then walk home together.

On the way home, we chatted about everything, about the school teachers, about the strange classmates, about the big brothers.

The great artist's grades in elementary school were not very good, and the grades in junior high school gradually exploded, and he improved a lot. Later, he was admitted to the city's key high school.

The big artist and the big brother seldom meet after graduating from high school. They just contact each other on the mobile phone or form a group to play games together.

When we were in junior high school, the three of us were in the same school, and sometimes we would go to the movies together during long holidays.

In high school, it was really difficult to get three people together, and usually I went to find them separately.

The great artist worked very hard in high school. He chose the art test and did not slack off cultural courses. He got a scholarship from the school in his second year of high school.

That weekend he came over on QQ to "show off" the scholarship to me, and I went straight to his house and knocked on the door without saying a word.

"What are you doing here?"

"You are rich and don't invite me to drink milk tea, can you justify it?"

It is said that if you are rich, you should never forget each other, isn't that what it means?

The great artist went to the art training camp later, he was very busy, and he could only get home in the middle of the night every day.

Because No. [-] is studying art, I probably know the time of the provincial art examination.

The mentality of a great artist is not very good, and it is easy to lose confidence, but he seldom shows it.

After knowing the time of the provincial exam, I decided to buy a gift for him and wish him all the best for the provincial exam.

I bought an oversized men's scarf that was big enough to double as a blanket.Because No. [-] said that when painting in winter, his legs are very cold, and he often covers his legs with blankets, so he simply made one for the great artist, which can be used both as a neck cover and a leg cover.

When I went to the art classroom in the first year of high school, I often saw David’s small plaster sculptures. At that time, I thought it was very artistic, so I also bought a sculpture of the piano girl for the great artist, so that his living environment would be more so-called. Artsy.

Knowing that he is very busy in the training camp, I didn't expect to be able to give him a gift by hand.

One weekend, I was carrying a gift bag and on the road organizing what I should say when I saw the great artist's mother.

After knocking on the door lightly, it was indeed the great artist's mother who opened the door.

The aunt was a little surprised: "Why are you here? Are you looking for xx?" (Da Yi's real name is true and must not be disclosed.

"Well, he shouldn't be at home, right?" I picked up the gift bag and prepared to give it to my aunt.

"He's at home." The auntie opened the door and motioned me to go in and wait. "It's a coincidence that he just asked for leave today because his eyes are not feeling well."

"Huh? Is he at home?" I was startled.I really picked a random day and wanted to give a gift, but I didn’t expect him to ask for leave because his eyes were uncomfortable that day. On any other day, at that time, the great artist should be in the studio.

The so-called tacit understanding, probably so.

　To be continued

　　
　
(End of this chapter)