I Have a Secret

Lin Mao’s parents are all high noses, double eyelids, and well-rounded, but he did not inherit the advantages of his parents. When he was a child, who joked that he was brought back from the vegetable field or in the trench, he would The letter is also sad for a long time.

Because the whole family is the worst of his length.

Growing up, Lin Mao knows that he is still a bit like his father, that is, good genes have not been passed to him. There are still quite a few people in similar situations, not just such a tragedy.

Lin Mao's eyebrows are thick and short, and very thick. He is a single eyelid, his eyes are small and thin, and there is a bit of awkwardness between the eyebrows. At first glance, people will have a lot of thoughts. feel.

In the paintings on the ground, the man’s face is a knife-cut eyebrow, the eyelids are double, the shape of the eye is long, the curvature of the end of the eye goes down, and there is a black scorpion in the eyebrow on the right, with a brow in the eye. It looks straight and kind.

The studio is surrounded by a strange atmosphere.

Huang Dan and Shen Liang both saw their paintings painted last night, and they all changed their faces.

When the head is sketched, all of a person's □ is displayed in the eyebrows. This area has been changed. It has changed, and it is two people who are completely different.

That is not Lin Mao’s face.

Huang Dan made a swallowing action, and the smell of soy milk in his mouth had not been dissipated. He knelt down and took his own drawing board, his finger touched the face that had been changed, and felt the touch on his fingertips.

It is the line of pencils, and it will touch a lot of pencil ash.

Huang Shan tried to imagine the situation when the man painted, but found that it could not be done, as if it had been blocked by something.

In fact, he has to complete the task, it will be better to continue this kind of thing.

In this way, we can find more clues and get closer and closer to the target hidden in the dark.

In Xia Wei's last time as a model, these days after the face was gone, the studio was calm and calm, and Huang Dan often painted, and the heart was very anxious. He couldn't wait to wait for strange things to happen. I didn't expect it to appear this morning.

The object is Lin Mao.

This result is expected in the yellow single.

Xia Wei, Lin Mao, and Shen Liang are three classmates, a poor county, one is dead. They killed themselves. They didn’t have a face when they were models before they died. One made a model twice, once without a face, and once a face was not their own. , still alive.

In the order, the fourth behind Lin Mao is Shen Liang, Huang Dan wants to see, when his face is still absent.

This kind of strange thing happened very well. Without any cover, it was an unscrupulous announcement. The other party said, "What can I do if I want it, no one can stop it."

Huang Shan put Shen Liang and Lin Mao on both of them, but this is temporary. If the puzzle is not solved, the answer is hard to say.

嘭——

A drawing board was kicked out, and he turned over a little. The face of Lin Mao licked his face and his eyes were coming out. He screamed in anger. "Where, my mother told me how this is going back." Things!"

No one spoke.

Lin Mao seems to have been trampled on the tail. He loses his senses and starts to go crazy in the studio. He kicks the board on the floor and steps on it.

Teacher Liu walked out of the studio and called Mr. Zhang. After the call ended, she did not go back and entered the small studio next door.

Huang Dan raised his hand and knocked on the door. "Teacher, who is it?"

Teacher Liu sat deep inside the wooden chair and looked at him through the messy painting. "I don't know."

Huang Dan’s eyes are slightly stunned, and he quickly hides his look. “Is it going to be a person in the studio? The head sketch is a little different from the real person and will not be exactly the same.”

Teacher Liu said no, the tone is fixed. "If the people in the studio, the teacher can see it."

Huang Shan said, "It’s weird. The other party wiped our painted face a few times ago. It’s not rubbed this time, but changed to another face. Why do you want to do this?”

Teacher Liu frowned and long sighed. "The teacher is also very puzzled."

He seems to be caught in the memory of a certain period of time, and soon comes out from it.

Huang Shan caught it. "Teacher, did you lock the door of the studio last night?"

Teacher Liu said that the lock was locked. "I personally locked it. I checked it before I left. There will be no problem."

Huang Dan’s eyes were on the man in the chair. The 30-year-old university teacher was young. He was dressed in a different kind and the weather turned cold. He was wearing a long shirt and shoes.

The current era is different. In the past, pursuing fashionable and fresh things, it is impossible to buy handmade old shoes. Only the older generation can do it. Huang Dan went to the country for the first time. He wears it. This kind of shoes, the soles are not good, you have to take a big needle and a needle, and there are specific steps for making the shoes. You have to paste the newspaper and paste several layers.

Huang Dan thought that this teacher Liu had a well-behaved relative in his family and loved him very much.

Teacher Liu changed her sitting position. "Is there something else?"

Huang Dan returned to God, and the investigation in his eyes was not recovered. "Teacher, do you want to call the police?"

Teacher Liu said no, "Laughing teacher Zhang will come over later, we will discuss it and see if we can free the studio, put it in a bed, take turns to work on duty, or replace the lock of the studio."

Huang single, if the police, the matter spread, the reputation of the studio is not good, can not open next year, the two teachers will have a considerable income.

Teacher Liu sighed. "Well, you can appease Lin Mao."

Huang Shansheng walked out of the studio. He didn't immediately go back to the studio. Instead, he stood in the small yard and scanned everything around him. There were paints on the wall that didn't know who got it. Colorful, the corners were filled with dirty buckets. Items such as a forked brush are left by the last batch of students, and there are a few dirty paintboards.

To put it bluntly, there are a number of old drawing boards, paint boxes, palettes and the like in the studio. It is a sum of money to save a lot of money at home. It doesn't matter how old and dirty it is, it can be used for it.

Huang Shan stood in the same place. He looked at everything and studied everything. Even a small wild flower in the corner, a dead leaf, or nothing, I felt that I had been a headless fly.

Hesitated a moment, Huang Dan asked in his heart, "Mr. Lu, I want to know who the face is, can I exchange points for this information?"

The system gave a reply after a click, "No."

Huang Dan replied and asked, "Can you tell me, can I exchange points for it?"

System, "Everything that involves the success or failure of the task can not, except that."

Huang Shan slammed his mouth, and the face was probably the key clue to his mission. He had to find a way to check the owner of the face.

At this moment, Lin Mao’s curse sounded in the studio, which sounded harsh.

Huang Dan walked in quickly and saw Lin Mao nervous. He didn't want other people to see his face turned into someone else. He pulled all the paintings down and stood on the two feet. The tread was dirty and dark, and I didn’t know where to turn the box of matches, and I dropped it into the painting.

There are yellow single paintings in several paintings surrounded by flames. His eyelids jumped and his eyes flashed a confession. When he left the studio, he should take the drawing board.

Huang Dan dropped his eyelids and remembered that face in his mind. He had to find a chance to draw it as soon as possible.

Even if it can't be completely copied, one is probably better than nothing.

Lin Mao looked at the painting and burned it to ashes. He laughed and angered, and his mouth was screaming. It was hard to hear. He greeted the eight generations of the ancestors behind the scenes.

Shen Liang’s paintings were also burned. They were neither dissuaded nor angry. He sat on the wooden board without saying a word, facing away from a group of still lifes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Maozhen wiped his face. "How can everyone be fine? When I get to fuck, I’m going to fuck, fuck, who is playing behind me?"

Huang Dan is close, "Lin Mao, you calm down."

Lin Mao pushed him away. "How calm? The words are good, and this thing has not spread to you!"

Like Chen Shi, Lin Mao is also a farmer from a small farm. He has a shackle in his hand and his strength is bigger than his peers. Then he used his full strength and took the anger of nowhere.

Unprepared, Huang Dan was pushed back by Lin Mao, and his back hit the corner of the easel. He snorted and painfully bent down.

Lin Mao gasped and his face was flustered. His temper was weak, selfish, and occupied a large position, so he subconsciously evaded his responsibility. "It is your own standing and it has nothing to do with me."

The yellow lips are so painful that I can't speak.

The easel fell to the ground and made a squeaking sound. He was shocked by Shen Liang who was immersed in his thoughts. He lifted his eyelids and looked at the young man who was crying on the ground. The clothes on his back had a red and bloodshed.

Seeing is to see, Shen Liang has no action, the state of mind is a kind of indifference, and there is a glimpse of ignorance.

The silly man who is nosy, Shen Liang sneers in his heart.

Zhou Jiaojiao came in and saw the chaos in the studio. She stuffed her unwrapped buns to her dad, ran over and squatted down, tried to touch the boy and dared not touch it. His clothes had blood and were injured.

"Shuran, how are you doing? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Huang Dan also knows that there is an injury on his back. He is so painful now that his temples are pumping. "I am fine."

Zhou Jiaojiao said nervously, "But you have a lot of blood."

Huang Dan cried and said that it doesn't matter. He went to the hospital to be more painful. The impression is like this, and it will hurt for a long time, or he will endure it.

Zhou Jiaojiao’s eyes were red, and he turned his head and asked him loudly. “Lin Mao, Shen Liang, are you playing Shuran?!”

Lin Mao glared at Zhou Jiaojiao, like a big **** that was pinched by a neck.

Shen Liang is still in that position, and a pair of "don't look for me" is a refusal.

Zhou Jiaojiao bit his lip, his eyes moved from Lin Mao to Shen Liang, and then returned to Lin Mao. "Lin Mao, Shu Ran is always like you, you will not know, he is injured, you are not seeing take a look?"

Lin Mao’s tone is very rushing. “Turn off your ass.”

Zhou Jiaojiao anger, she wants to lose her temper, the person in front has stood up and left.

Huang unilaterally walked and cried out of the small courtyard. He found a bench in the woods not far behind and sat down. He turned his back to the intersection and cried silently.

Zhou Jiaojiao had to chase it out. She didn't pay attention to it. She almost wrestled into a group of still lifes and was helped by Zhou's father in time. "How big is the person, how is it so frizzy?"

"No, Dad, Shuran cried very badly, and he still bleeds on his back. I have to go see him."

Zhou Jiaojiao's worried face, said to run outside.

Zhou Fu took his daughter back. "You don't go, let him slow down."

Zhou Jiaojiao did not understand, "Why? Now I am alone, I am going, and he will feel better in his heart."

Zhou said, "Zhang classmates don't want people to see themselves crying, so they go out, you don't want to go to him at this time."

Zhou Jiaojiao suspiciously, "Is it?"

Zhou father nodded, "Yeah."

Zhou Jiaojiao grinned. "Every time I cry, I hope that someone can talk to me around me."

Zhou’s eyes glanced at her daughter’s hair.

Zhou Jiaojiao grabbed her in the pocket and didn't catch the sugar. She remembered that the jacket on her body was not the one she wore yesterday. The sugar was in the jacket.

"I don't know if Shuran is better..."

Muttered, Zhou Jiaojiao turned around and saw that it was only then that the drawing board placed on the ground before last night was thrown aside, and the mess was reversed. She showed a surprised expression. "Who did it?"

Lin Mao’s guilty ambition at the beginning, pretending not to hear, he also secretly gave Shen Liang a wink.

Shen Liang held his arm and did not intend to respond.

Zhou Jiaojiao saw that the two people did not take care of themselves. She grabbed her head and bent down to find her own drawing board.

The drawing boards are all the same, the people in the studio will almost always make a mark, Zhou Jiaojiao is no exception, her drawing board has a rabbit head in the lower left corner, a big one, she is her own, so it is very easy to find.

Zhou Jiaojiao turned over the drawing board and found that the painting above was gone. There were some ashes next to it, and there were some pieces of shredded paper that were not burnt.

She turned the other panels too, and the paintings were gone.

This look is artificial.

Zhou’s father’s buns in his hand gave his daughter, “First eat breakfast, and the teacher will come later.”

Zhou Jiaojiao said that she couldn't eat it. She put her own drawing board on the easel and went to the piece of Huang Dan. "Really, there are so many things in the early morning, I regret to come here to paint."

Zhou Fu frowned. "You can learn from the school now. Don't think about it. You have to take the exam in a few months. You have to hurry and learn more with your teacher..."

Zhou Jiaojiao interrupted impatiently. "I know I know."

Lin Mao sees that Zhou Jiaojiao and her dad have not found that the teacher has come, he is relieved.

Zhou Jiaojiao had secretly noticed Lin Mao and Shen Liang. When Lin Mao’s change appeared, she caught it. “Lin Mao, is the painting on the drawing board your ghost?”

Lin Mao can't listen to the last word, he blurted out, "Make your mother forced!"

Zhou Jiaojiao shivered, if her father stopped, she had already rushed to give Lin Mao a big mouth. "Your mouth is so stinky, go to the bathroom in the morning."

Lin Mao wants to fight back. Zhou’s father opened his mouth in front of him, and his voice was filled with anger. “Lin, is your parents teaching you this way?”

Pushing down the easel on the side, Lin Maoqing ran out of his face.

The atmosphere in the studio is sturdy and stiff.

In Shen Liang’s mouth, he finally said, “Uncle, Lin Mao is unintentional.”

Zhou’s face is very ugly. “If you are a classmate, you should not say good things for that kid. What is his character, I am very clear.”

Shen Liang screwed his eyebrows. "I am really sorry."

Zhou said, "It doesn't matter to you. You don't need to apologize. Shen, my uncle gives you a suggestion. Don't be too close to your classmate, it will be of no benefit to you."

Shen Liang smiled mildly. "Lin Mao will not be like that again."

Zhou Jiaojiao came to the cold, "He is the kind of person, there will be nothing later."

Shen Liang looked at her.

Zhou Jiaojiao also looked at the past and said coldly, "What?"

Shen Liang didn't say anything. He just took his own drawing board from the ground, sat down on the floor and laid the paper. When he pressed the nail, he didn't pay attention and put his finger on it.

It wasn't very painful at the time. Shen Liang's nerve endings shook with each other. He stared at the drop of blood on his finger, and then he put it in his mouth and sucked it.

Others came to the studio in succession. Several people who participated in the sketching last night came to a troubled one. It was nothing more than how the painting was gone, who did it, how was it so wicked.

In the lower grades, they followed the fun, and they talked about how to install the camera and the police. They also said that they would not go back to the studio to catch people on the spot at night, and all of them were talking in the sky.

It was not until the two teachers came to be quiet.

Huang Shan cried for a while in the woods. He went back to his place to change his shirt all the way. He asked Mr. Lu to buy the medicine. It didn't hurt much, and the wound would soon heal.

The medicine is very good, it is expensive, and he used up his five thousand points.

Huang Dan let Mr. Lu clear the inventory in the fly cabinet for himself. The chrysanthemum|| Hua Ling is less than one hundred, and other products such as crack prevention are left. The biggest trouble is that there are not many points.

That game was the last time I went to the shared room, but the last time I was in the small shop, I didn’t say the game, and even the feedback from Mr. System did not.

Wash the face with tears on the face and wring the towel over the red eyes. "Mr. Lu, if you have a gift from the chrysanthemum|Hua Ling, please let me know, or you can sign up directly."

System, "Chrysanthemum Spirit?"

Huang Shan said, "Yes, it is."

System, "The side effects of the product are large, and the body will have a strong dependence on it for a long time. In severe cases, there will be hallucinations in the process of use, and use with caution."

Huang Shan said, "My physique is special, my pain is different from ordinary people. Without it, I will be killed by someone I like."

System, "Can't do it."

Huang single shook his head. "No, people I like really like to do."

System, "Why will you grieve yourself and fulfill others."

Huang Shan said, "I haven't finished yet. Although I am dying, I am dying."

System, "so?"

Huang Shan said, "So I really need chrysanthemum spirit, the more the better, please help me to pay attention to related activities or competitions."

System, "That is not in the scope of work of Lu."

Huang Dan, "..."

He said seriously, "I will work hard to complete the task and strive for the greatest benefit for Mr. Lu."

The system, "Lan is a public service, if it is a large event or competition for all hosts, the yellow host will know."

Huang Shan, "Thank you."

After gathering his thoughts, Huang Dan wanted to pour a glass of water, but the water bottle was empty. He went to the teapot and poured a small cup and finished it.

The stove is very difficult to lead, every time Huang and Lin Mao are taking a new briquettes to go to the second floor to find someone to change, do not go to the first floor, or failed to change to burn red coal, go to the alley to find, They can't point themselves.

At this time, it was impossible to burn water. Huang Dan decided to go to the small shop in the alley to buy a bottle of mineral water. He opened the door and went out to make a face-to-face with the iron railing.

Putting your nose on the nose, "You have a **** smell on your body."

The yellow single-handed hand brought the action of the door to the door. The smell of this person was so sensitive. That summer was dead in the room. The smell was so disgusting. The other room was against her. Why didn’t you find it?

He concealed his emotions and "had been hurt."

Put the first two steps together, and ask with concern, "Is it alright? I see your eyes are very red, crying?"

Huang Dan said it was okay, "It’s okay."

The two went downstairs and went from the second floor to the first floor and opened the small iron gate.

Putting on the appearance of a wild and unruly rough man, a fang, the smile will make him feel very sunny. "Zhang Shuran, do you have any misunderstanding about me?"

Huang Shan said, "No misunderstanding, I just don't like you."

Put together, "..."

His face was pumping. "Can I ask why? Isn't this a problem for me? Is it long not what you want?"

"If this is the reason, it can be scraped off, although I will be very upset. After all, I have been away for almost a year and have feelings."

Huang Shan said, "It has nothing to do with your hustle and bustle. I don't like fortune telling."

When I heard the words, I laughed. "I just said that I am playing. I will not be fortune-telling. Really, I don’t know anything about it. It’s all made up."

Huang Dan looked at him. "The last time you didn't say that, you are not honest."

Looking at the back of the teenager, I touched and touched the shackles, and opened my mouth and smiled. "Is dishonest? It is a bit."

The next moment, muttering, "Who is not..."

Huang went back to the studio and everyone was painting. If Lin Mao was not there, he really had the illusion that nothing happened in the morning.

Zhou Jiaojiao came up. "Is it better? The back of the piece hurts very much. My dad accidentally fell once, the spine was injured, and now it is very uncomfortable."

"I am okay."

Huang Dan saw his painting board on the easel and knew that Zhou Jiaojiao did it. He said thank you.

Zhou Jiaojiao said, "Why are you so polite with me, right? Shuran, have you seen the injury on your back? The wound is not big, I have a band-aid here, and what kind of iodophor, there is ""

Her speech rate is very fast, and she said with concern, "If you need it, I will let my dad go back to you now."

Huang Dan said that it has been processed.

Zhou Jiaojiao was relieved. "Your injury is Lin Mao's, and the painting is also done by him. I really don't know what is in his mind."

Huang Shan said, "The teacher is here."

Zhou Jiaojiao looked up at the door and saw it. She really came back to her seat. She picked up the pencil and continued to paint the beer bottle.

It’s not Mr. Liu, it’s Teacher Zhang. He walked two circles in the studio and gave some students some pointers.

Zhou’s father greeted Mr. Zhang with enthusiasm.

Teacher Zhang had to go to another student, stepping forward, went to Zhou Jiaojiao, and changed the perspective of the bottle to her. "Are you in Linyi?"

Zhou Jiaojiao nodded in something. "When I was not writing, I was in the room."

Zhou Fu didn't help to set up the table, but also to dismantle it. "Jiaojiao, what have you been there, why didn't you see your dad?"

Zhou Jiaojiao wants to vomit blood, she smiles. "Dad, you are old, and your memory is not good."

Zhou father lazy to tell her, just find Zhang teacher to chat.

Not long after Zhang’s departure, Huang Dan went outside to go to the toilet, Shen Liang also went out. “Shu Ran, Lin Mao is in a bad mood, he is not intentional.”

Huang Dan stopped his steps. He was surprised. He did not expect Shen Liang to apologize for Lin Mao.

Shen Liang patted his shoulder. "Lin Mao didn't know where to go. He came back at night, and you don't mention him in the morning, lest he go crazy again."

Huang Shan suddenly spoke, and there were some temptations. "Are you worried about yourself?"

Shen Liang did not answer and ask, "Why should I worry about myself?"

Huang Shan said, "Xia Wei, Lin Mao, and you, you three are classmates, a place, their faces are not gone, they are replaced, you are afraid that the strange things will fall on yourself. On the head."

The smile on Shen Liang's face gradually disappeared. "Zhang Shuran, don't worry about it."

Huang Dan did not say anything, just looked at him.

Shen Liang was uncomfortable to see, and there was a kind of skin that was smashed, revealing the feeling of flesh and viscera. "I now understand why Zhou Jiaojiao worshipped me at first, but now I stand with you."

Huang single eyes asked.

Shen Lianghehehe smiled. "Because you are like me, it is very fake."

Huang Dan, "..."

Shen Liang said with a smile, "Yes, this expression, continue to maintain, enjoy the feeling of being held by the girl as an idol."

Huang Dan didn't care about his yin and yang. "If you need help, you can find me."

Shen Liang’s fist slammed on the cotton, which made his heart more angry, feeling like a clown. “Don’t stick gold to your face, you can’t stick it.”

Huang Dan does not care, he expects this person to bring clues to himself, the more the better.

"In any case, be careful."

"There is nothing to be careful, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth."

Shen Liang said calmly, "Moreover, who in this world will not die, you, I have other people in the studio, each of us will die, rather than worry about how to die, it is better to worry about how to live. Go on."

Huang Dan’s eyes are in agreement with the color. “You are right.”

Shen Liang suddenly, "I really can't understand you."

Huang Shan said, "Me too."

Shen Liang shook his head. If he changed his personal, he had already quarreled with him. He suddenly felt bored and left without saying a word.

A few people came in the afternoon and slammed the drums in the courtyard of the studio.

The big guy saw the door lock changed, and he was relieved. He started the single-check in a few months, and no one wanted to have anything bad to happen to himself.

Lin Mao didn't come back at night.

Huang Shan guessed that Lin Mao was wanted in the Internet cafe. He still didn't see anyone the next day. He worried about what happened to the other party. He went to the Internet cafe near the Agricultural University to find it. He found someone in an Internet cafe in Sanlitun.

Lin Mao didn't sleep, his eyes were congested. When he saw Huang Dan, his head was all wooden. "What are you doing?"

Huang Shan said, "Come to you."

Lin Mao's messy hair, "Look for me? Want to settle accounts? Come, count."

He sat in a chair, "How do you think? I also push me? There is no easel here, the table corner is almost the same, hurry, don't sharpen it, just push it away, don't bother me to play the game."

The network management came over and said that Lin Mao had no money, and asked him to fill the money.

Lin Mao’s face is black.

Huang Shan looked at him like that, he knew that there wasn't even a steel shovel in his pocket.

Lin Mao was really penniless. He took a chair and walked out of the Internet cafe without saying anything. He fell on the side of the road.

Huang Shan walked away. When he came back, he took a piece of bread in his hand and a bottle of water. He handed it all over. "You should eat some padding."

Lin Mao probably wanted to make troubles. As a result, the stomach was not screaming. He lowered his head and took away two things.

Huang Shan heard Lin Mao’s voice and said that he was sorry.

Lin Mao ate the bread, no longer died, he was still on the ground, "Shu Ran, you have nothing to say?"

Huang Shan said, "Xia Wei is killing himself."

Lin Mao picked up a stone and took it in his hand. "Yeah, she killed herself, not someone else, but she is still dead, isn't she?"

Huang Shan said, "The door lock of the studio has changed. The paintings written last night are all fine."

Lin Mao pulled his lips. "They are of course fine."

Huang Shan said, "I asked the teacher, he said that he doesn't know who the face is, do you know?"

"The teacher doesn't know, how can I know."

Lin Mao’s eyes are facing down, and Huang Dan can’t see what’s in his eyes.

After a while, Lin Mao stood up from the ground. "Go back, I look at your back. I really couldn't help it."

Huang Dan said it doesn't matter.

In the next few days, Lin Mao was a little nervous. He didn't follow Huang Dan, or he followed Shen Liang. He would never be alone.

Extremely lack of security, but also very uneasy, these two emotions are all spread on Lin Mao's face, people in the studio can see, no one is joking, they will not have nothing to find for themselves.

Zhou Jiaojiao said a few times, see Lin Mao reacted a lot, like a madman, she did not mention it.

After more than half a month, there was nothing in the studio, and Lin Mao found that he had nothing to do with strange things. Apart from the worse painting, the other ones did not differ, and he resumed the usual activities.

There is Lin Mao, Huang Dan and Shen Liang did not have a fierce conflict.

The balance has not been broken.

The 15th of next month is an annual exam. The students in the studio will come in the city. There are two purposes. One is to simulate the exam next year, let the students familiar with the environment, and the second is to see Look at the level of painting in each studio.

Huang Shan, Lin Mao, Shen Liang three people gathered at a table to eat, they fired three dishes, said that one person a plate, each eating each.

Some people eat very quickly, Lin Mao and Shen Liang are the kind of people.

Huang Shan is another kind of person. He chewed slowly when he was eating. He had a dish that was his own. As a result, Lin Mao put the chopsticks in.

Shen Liang did not do that. He suspected that the dish of Huang Dan fried was unpalatable.

Lin Mao ate the last few slices of mushrooms on the plate and went to eat green vegetables. "When I got to the school, everyone would have a meal, go to the Internet cafe to play the legend, it would be fun."

Shen Liang said what to play all night, "I don't have much time to play with them. If you can't do it, you can play it in the Internet cafe."

Huang Shan took a sip of white rice and poured the soup into the bowl. He would see Chen Shi on the day of the test, and maybe he would still be in the same examination room.

Xia Wei said that Chen will cut pencils, like artworks, he has not seen it, and hopes to see and see.

Shen Liang regarded Chen Shi as an enemy. When he saw him, his mind could not hide.

Not only Xia Wei, Lin Mao also said that Chen Shi painting is very powerful, Huang Dan is very curious, very powerful is how powerful, he compares with the other, how much will be worse.

Huang Shan noticed two sights. He looked up and saw Lin Mao and Shen Liang not knowing when to stop communicating. They all looked at themselves with a strange look. "What?"

Lin Mao and the discovery of the New World, "Shu Ran, you are laughing."

Huang Shan said, "I am happy."

Lin Maozhen, "I didn't say, Shuran, you used to like to laugh. I put a fart in the bed. You can laugh for a day. Recently, I haven't laughed at this time. I have been looking for it more than once. If you are too good, think that you have been dropped."

"At this moment, you not only laughed, but also laughed so disgustingly, like a little wife who loves a lover."

He seems to be amused by his own words, shaking his shoulders and laughing. "Come and come, tell us what to listen to, what is so happy."

Huang Shan said, "The exams held in the city are coming soon."

"..."

Lin Mao did not believe it. "No, there are people who like the exam this year?"

Shen Liang said, "It seems that Shuran has a great grasp of this exam."

Huang Shan said, "I don't know."

This is the truth. When the college entrance examination was asked, the yellow house answered the three words.

However, the play was very good, and the score was higher than the expectation of Huang Dan. When he was interviewed by the TV station, the host asked him again. He was still the three words and was reported to be modest.

In fact, Huang Dan is really not sure.

When Shen Liang was lying, he laughed twice. "I don't have any confidence. I will watch the scene when I play."

The skin of the skin on Lin Mao's arm, "You two are the best two paintings in the studio. Do you want to be so fake in front of me? The two bowls of rice you just ate were spit out."

Shen Liangwei wipes the mouth of the toilet paper and walks away without hesitation.

Lin Mao is inexplicable. "What happened to him?"

Huang Dan continued to eat, "I don't know."

It is getting closer and closer to the test day. Although it is not linked to the results of the college entrance examination, it can't be underestimated. If the test is good or not, there will be a number in my heart.

Huang Dan is going to the studio. He looks at the people on the bed. "You don't go in the afternoon?"

Lin Mao said that he would not go. He was very sleepy and his eyelids were sticking together. "I will sleep for a while, go to the Internet cafe when I am full, and go to the studio tomorrow."

Huang Shan said, "There is no rice at home, and the vegetables are gone."

Lin Mao’s voice is blurred. “When you finish painting, come back to the market to buy it.”

Huang Shan took two twenty bags in his pocket. When he closed the door and found that he didn't bring the key, he knocked on the door and said to him, "Lin Mao, do you have a look at the stove?"

The voice of Lin Mao came out inside, "Closed."

The yellow single has not gone yet. "You open the window, otherwise the air inside is not good."

He went to the second floor, and the man went up again, calling Lin Mao to open the door for himself.

Lin Mao was very impatient and didn't go out in the bed. "What are you doing in the trough? Can't you say it all at once?"

Huang Shan said, "The stove burned in the room. If it is not ventilated, it will..."

Lin Mao interrupted him. "It will be poisoned. You have said eight hundred times. I know, you have to go to the studio, don't worry."

Huang Dan went downstairs.

He met Shen Liang under the floor and said hello.

Shen Liang wants to go upstairs and pass by Huang Dan.

Huang single turned his head. "You don't go to the studio?"

Shen Liang didn't look back. The man had already walked to the stairway. "Don't go."

Huang Shan caught up with him, "Lin Mao did not go."

Shen Liang sideways, "I have to lick the gouache in the room in the afternoon, not to sleep."

Huang Shan said, "I don't mean that. I want you to have a look at Lin Mao in the future. It is not good for you to sleep long."

Shen Liang looked at the past like a neuropathy. "I don't have that time."

Huang Shan’s brows moved and knew that the other party had not heard much after listening to it.

On the third floor, Shen Liang stopped at the doorway facing the stairs. He reached for the door, "Lin Mao."

There was a snoring sound inside, and he pumped his mouth and laziness.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Mao's consciousness was groggy. He heard a voice, very close, as if someone was kneeling on his pillow and pointed his mouth to his ear, shouting "fast" over and over again. Get up, "Get up quickly."

The voice is very anxious, and even a little concern, who wants to wake him up?

Lin Mao slowly opened his eyes, and his consciousness became clearer. He found himself breathing hard, his body was soft, his hands and feet could not make any effort, and people were so uncomfortable that they were dying.

What is the smell in the room? Is the stove not turned off? I have seen it clearly.

When people are dying, there is a feeling. Lin Mao is now that feeling. He knows that he inhales a lot of carbon monoxide and is unconsciously poisoned while he is asleep.

So sad.

If it wasn't for that voice that woke him up, maybe it would never wake up.

Although Lin Mao’s brain became dull, he also knew that the voice saved him. His back just left the sheets one or two inches and then fell back. No, I can’t die, just go out.

Yes, go out, just go out and it will be fine.

Go out, I must go out!

Lin Mao struggled to get up, and he stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground.

When Lin Mao climbed to the door, he supported the door and stood up to open the door. The air outside was thrown into his nose. He felt so much that he couldn't help but burst into tears.

It’s okay, it won’t die, I won’t die.

At this moment, Huang Dan came back from the vegetable market, and both hands were carrying bags. He climbed to the second floor and saw Lin Mao lying on the railing. "What happened to you?"

Lin Mao's uncomfortable cough, the weight of his body is on the railing, he breathed his mouth openly, said weakly, "Mom, I am poisoned by carbon monoxide, I almost died inside, if you call me..."

His voice stopped and said in a blank voice, "No, you are not just coming back? Who is calling me over and over my ears, telling me to get up soon?"

"Tell you, today is not the voice that wakes me up, I really want to be poisoned and dead."

Lin Mao’s face was grateful, and he whispered to himself, “Who is it... who is calling me...”

Huang Shan saw Lin Mao's hardships and death, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. Anyway, people didn't die, and things turned around.

But who is calling Lin Mao?

Will it be Lin Mao’s illusion?

Huang Dan climbed up quickly. When he looked up again at Lin Mao, the bag in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and a strong uneasiness hit him.

I saw Lin Mao's eyes wide and his arms pointed straight under his hand. He seemed to see something that shocked him. He tried hard to see the thing, and the body gradually came out of the railing.

"嘭-"

Huang single flew in the past, even Lin Mao's clothes corner, a hair is not caught, he heard a sound under the floor, that is the sound of Lin Mao fell.

Someone yelled at the bottom of the building, and there was a loud noise.

Lin Mao is dead.

Huang Shan put his head out of the railing. He looked at Lin Mao in the pool of blood, and Lin Mao was watching him.

At this moment, the words of Lin Mao appeared in the mind of Huang Dan. He rushed into the room and was almost breathed out by the pungent smell.

No one in the room.

The teapot on the stove has been dried, and there is no tightness underneath. There is a small gap and the window is closed.

Without looking at it, Huang Dan stepped back and he looked down again. Lin Mao was still watching him, his eyes straight.

The breath of Huang Dan is disordered. Is the voice in the rescue of Lin Mao or is it harming him?