Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 12 The best actor in the world
Young people still have good energy. Although Bai Yang was extremely sleepy, he finally made it to noon.

As soon as the bell rang, the students immediately became cheerful. Even though the teachers of each subject assigned more than enough homework to fill up the short one-day vacation, it did not affect everyone's mood at all.

After returning to the dormitory and packing up a bit, Bai Yang had just walked out of the school gate when the phone rang.

Bai Yang looked at the notes and his expression was a little complicated.

He took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"mom?"

"Yangyang, is it your day off today? Have you been to grandma's house?"

The voice on the phone was exactly the same as in my memory, and he didn't even sound younger than in my previous life.

It was as if the image of my mother had been frozen since I could remember her.

"I'm just about to go." Bai Yang's response was simple. He didn't know what mentality he should have towards his parents more than ten years ago. From an adult's perspective, he was filled with emotion.

"Your dad said he has to work overtime this week, so he won't go to the county town. Don't forget to buy some fruit for yourself. Drink a cup of hot water before going to bed at night, and don't stay up late."

My mother's nagging is always the same.

"How are you studying? We've divided the classes into arts and sciences this semester. How are the teachers and classmates?"

"Everything is fine." Bai Yang paused, "How are you doing in Shanghai?"

The voice on the phone sounded a little surprised. This was the first time that the young Bai Yang took the initiative to ask about her life.

"Okay, everything is fine." She said with a smile, "I can earn a lot of money, and the work is not tiring. I can save some money. When you are in your third year of high school, I will come back."

"Okay." Bai Yang responded instinctively.

"Do you still have the bank card I opened for you? I transferred 500 yuan into it. Don't spend it carelessly, buy less snacks outside, be generous when entertaining friends on their birthdays, and buy a box of milk for breakfast every day."

There was constant chatter on the phone, all about trivial matters in life. Bai Yang was already tired of hearing it in his previous life, but now his eyes were filled with tears.

After all, I owe my parents, especially my mother. I was not aware of this debt when I was young, but after middle age, I was powerless to do anything about it.

Without realizing it, she had been carrying the weight of her entire life on her shoulders, and there was little she could do about it.

Bai Yang took another deep breath and said, "You and Dad—"

"Everything is fine!" A firm answer came from the other end: "He works in a public institution and can't leave. Otherwise, he would come out to work with me."

"Okay, I'm busy here again, you should go to grandma's house quickly."

There was a busy signal on the phone.

Bai Yang put down the phone and stood there for a long time.

In his previous life, Bai Yang didn’t learn about his parents’ divorce until after the college entrance examination, and that was four years ago.

That is, when he was in junior high school, his parents had actually divorced, but in order not to affect his studies, the two of them acted together for four years, from the junior high school entrance examination to the college entrance examination. His mother would come back during the holidays, and the two of them acted very affectionate in front of Bai Yang.

The couple's marriage, which had long been broken, and the resentment they had for each other were all buried deep for the sake of a young man's growth at the most critical moment.

Even in the most daily little things, it never shows up.

Bai Yang always felt that they were the best actors in the world, but also the most tired actors in the world, and he was the only audience.

"I don't have to be so tired in this life." From the perspective of his previous life, Bai Yang never thought that his parents' divorce was a serious matter. There are so many divorced parents in the world. It can even be called absurd to hide such a small matter for so long, forcing himself to wear shackles and a mask for four years.

But from the perspective of a seventeen-year-old boy, Bai Yang doesn’t know the answer. Perhaps this absurdity prevents him from having to spend his entire life healing his youth.

Even if the youth in the previous life was ordinary.

Grandma's house is on the other side of Xiangdong County. One needs to take a bus to cross the Ruoshui River which divides Xiangdong County into two. The old-fashioned bus is crowded and noisy. After shaking all the way, Bai Yang finally stood in front of the old and dilapidated community.

Ten years later, this community will be demolished.

"came back?"

Grandma was busy in the kitchen, her short silver hair combed neatly, "I don't know where the old man has gone again, no need to wait for him, let's eat."

The old couple have been quarreling all their lives. Grandma is the one who holds the power at home and becomes more and more talkative. Grandpa's status becomes lower and lower as he gets older, and he cannot win over them by scolding them, so he often sneaks out to wander around as if nothing happened.

But it’s all good for Poplar.

Even after being reborn, Bai Yang didn't feel restrained when he saw them again. He quickly finished his meal and lay down on his bed, falling asleep unconscious.

When I woke up again, it was already dinner time.

There is a very old computer at home. It lags when watching movies, but it is still okay for typing. During a day off, Bai Yang managed to type out an 8,000-word love short story. He couldn't find a magazine that paid a suitable fee, so he submitted it to "Zhiyin".

My mailbox is empty. The review process for physical magazines is not that fast.

I still have to live in poverty during this period, but fortunately there is still 500 yuan in my bank card that my mother transferred to me, plus the new 150 yuan living expenses, so I can barely get by.

So the short vacation ended, and Bai Yang returned to Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School under the scorching afternoon sun.

Wu Bo had arrived a long time ago and was sleeping soundly on the bed. It was estimated that his biological clock had not fully adjusted after staying up all night. Li Yang was nowhere to be seen. There was no doubt that he was working hard in the Internet cafe.

Bai Yang had nothing to do, so he walked to the cultural building.

The still life sketch from last time was still placed in a corner of the studio, and the still life on the table was replaced with a new group of still lifes. On the gray lining cloth were two apples and a triangular plaster figure.

The surrounding papers were still blank.

"A new still life?"

Bai Yang brought the easel over and started working with ease.

This time I didn’t use such a conventional painting method. I started with an 8B pencil and after a rough composition, I began to arrange the lines in a bold way.

The strong relationship between light and dark is created in just a few minutes.

Bai Yang picked up a piece of tissue and wiped the dark tone evenly. Then he sharpened the pencil and began to depict the structural details.

The advantage of this method is that the effect is stronger and the picture is more delicate. Of course, it also requires higher basic skills. It requires strong enough composition and modeling ability to control it, otherwise you will only get a dirty piece of drawing paper.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after the highlights on the picture were polished, the final step was completed.

Bai Yang let out a long sigh.

The reason why he could endure the boring basic skills training in his previous life and still did not give up painting even when he was evaluated as having no art but only technical skills was because he enjoyed the time when he was concentrating on painting and the sense of accomplishment after finishing the painting.

Just as he was about to take a few steps back to observe his own practice, Bai Yang heard a voice suddenly coming from behind him:
"Classmate, how many years have you been painting?"

(End of this chapter)