Why are the Protagonist Gong and Shou Fighting Because of Me?

It will take some time to finish the painting. After Tang Bai and Xiao Cheng separated, he went to see Xie Ruheng to practice physical fitness together.

This time they jogged together on the playground. The setting sun dyed the sky red, and the evening wind cooled a lot, but it could not disperse the restlessness of the military students.

Xie Ruheng corrects Tang Bai's running posture and helps him control his running rhythm. Although Tang Bai's limbs are sore when he runs, with Xie Ruheng's company, he suddenly feels that he can run like this all the time when he listens to his partner's breathing and footsteps.

It is said that there is a kind of bird that has no feet. It is born to keep flying. Its mission is to find a thorn tree. The moment it finds it is the moment it dies——

Pierce your chest into thorns and sing with tears.

Tang Bai grabs Xie Ruheng's hand and touches the thorny ring on his opponent's hand. He thinks of the ending of Xie Ruheng in the book.

On the eve of victory, Xie Ruheng, who died at dawn at the age of 37.

Tang Bai holds Xie Ruheng's hand and gradually exerts his strength. In Xie Ruheng's slightly confused eyes, Tang Bai forcibly suppresses the sadness in his heart and shows a brilliant smile: "brother Xie, I just thought of a plan that may change the outside world's cognition of slums."

"The cognition of the outside world to the slums is dirty, chaotic and poor. They think that the people in the slums are criminals or potential criminals, ignorant, barbaric and violent..."

"But just now, I heard the story of a friend's mother. She loves music. If she received a good education, she might become a musician."

"I believe that this mother's existence must not be an exception. Her artistic talent has nothing to do with her environment. We should let the outside world realize this."

Tang baisong opened his hand, spread his ten fingers, and stuck his painted fingers to his face. He said with a smile, "how about we graffiti in the slums?"

"Use art as a medium to build a new bridge between the outside world and the slums."

*

Three days later.

There are two teams at the gate of the Federal Military Academy and the etiquette college. There are ten in the etiquette college and fifteen in the Federal Military Academy. They are big and small, well-equipped, and ride on the large suspension vehicle together.

In the eyes of outsiders who don't know why, it seems to be a social activity, and some of the alpha and Omega who took part in this activity did come with the feeling of friendship.

After editing a popular title, Tang Bai opened the live broadcast with great skill and said with a smile to the camera: "long time no see ~"

Who are you, pretty boy

[my God, Grandpa, the anchor you followed has been updated!]

I'm dead! I really want to get involved in this friendship!]

Behind Tang Bai, the Omega on the right side are embarrassed to cover their faces with gas masks, while the alpha on the left side are indifferent to the live broadcast.

Thank God! How handsome!]

[is the one sitting with Gu Tunan Mo Zheng? I remember that Mo Zheng seems to have confessed to Tang Bai

Why do people have spray paint and gas masks around them

"Are you curious about our destination this time? What are we going to do? " Tang Bai showed the graffiti manuscripts that people had painted together in the past three days to the camera, "we design the daily life of slum dwellers as abstract art graffiti. When we get to the slum later, we will paint these on the wall!"

The styles of the manuscripts are different. In addition to the daily life in the slums, there are also cute cartoon styles. All kinds of cute animals can open a zoo together. The plants growing wantonly in the romantic rural style make people feel full of vitality. As for the manuscripts of mechanical weapons, it seems that they are made by the students of the Federal Military Academy.

Originally thought that Tang Bai and his party were going to sing, dance and have dinner, they were surprised by this unexpected progress.

What do you do in the slums? Those people don't know what graffiti is, do they

[you should take good care of your belongings. There are a lot of thieves in the slums. Although there are many military students who are safe in the meeting, we can't relax our vigilance]

Do you bring your own food? I've heard that the food in the slums is very dirty, and it makes me upset when I eat it

[the manuscript is beautiful, but I don't understand why I have to go to the slums to doodle. Can't I do it in the city

Tang Bai had expected the reaction of the barrage. Instead of explaining, he gave a mysterious smile: "you'll know by then ~

The scenery outside the car window is from prosperous to bleak. Most of the people in the car have never been to the slum. Now we look out the window curiously.

"Tang Bai, I'll help you with your luggage later." Mo Zheng said suddenly.

Tang Bai's luggage is very heavy. In addition to the things he would use for graffiti, Tang Bai also prepared many small gifts for Lu Xiaoshan's children.

Such a big guy has been noticed by Mo Zheng since Tang Bai dragged him out.

Mo Zheng, who is good at seizing the opportunity, will not let go of such a gallant opportunity. While no one else finds it, Mo Zheng is ready to get there first.

Slender hand holding the trunk handle, occupy the geographical position of Xie Ruheng light way: "I come."

Don't argue:! "

Damn it! Forget Xie Ruheng's position is closest to Tang Bai!

His gray blue eyes narrowed slightly. Gu Tunan broke the anxious situation: "as a military student, Tang Bai still has the strength to carry luggage. I believe Tang Bai is more willing to take luggage to exercise himself."

you 're right! If you don't get it, destroy it!

Since the time to grab luggage is too slow, Mo Zheng and Xie Ruheng have no advantage in speaking at night, so let's not be polite.

The words, three sharp eyes killed together, there is a spark in the air.

Tang Bai: "what

Gu Hanhan, you really can't bear Xie Ruheng's suffering

Tang Bai, who was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food, said helplessly: "this suitcase is a newly launched fully automatic one. It will automatically follow where I go. No one needs to mention it."

Don't argue

Xie Ruheng

Gu Tunan

The full-automatic trunk remained nobly silent.

[I never thought that the Shura hall would be opened like this. I want to ask Mr. Tang to start the class again! One Shura arena a day

[I checked the price of this suitcase, excuse me]

[Gu Tunan is so straight that he can't find a little O]

I'm sorry to see that the handsome guy is shriveled. I want to laugh

Tang Bai can't agree with the three A's and one o's Shura field mentioned by barrage. It's clearly moving. Sisterhood and love kill each other. Only Mo Zheng is chasing him seriously, but he already has Xiao Cheng.

When it comes to Xiao Cheng, Tang Bai originally invited him to this graffiti activity. Unfortunately, Xiao Cheng can't come because he missed the opportunity to get along with his idol Xie Ruheng.

Seeing that Xie Ruheng and Gu Tunan are still looking at each other openly and openly, Tang Bai can't bear to look straight away and look out the window at the ruined slum scenery.

The street is full of dirty garbage. The walls on both sides of the street are filthy because of mold. The cobwebs on the walls are also covered with flies.

Seeing such a scene, many people feel like quitting.

"Here we are. Now we are all in line to get off the bus. We are not allowed to act alone during the activity." Tang Bai stood up and got off the suspension car.

After seeing Tang Bai and the students get off the bus, Mr. Ling steps forward and says, "you're here. It's hard for you this time."

"We are very interested in this graffiti activity, and we are also very happy that there are so many places in the slum where we can play at will." Tang Bai opened the suitcase and gave the presents to the children.

When he handed his hand-made doll to Lu Xiaoshan, Tang Bai found that Lu Xiaoshan's eyelids were swollen and looked depressed.

"What's the matter?" Tang Bai touched Lu Xiaoshan's head and asked softly.

Lu Xiaoshan holds the baby and shakes his head.

Tang Bai looked at Mr. Ling, who sighed and said, "his father is missing. Fortunately, you helped his mother take good care of her illness before. Now his mother is supporting the family while looking for his father."

"Did you report it?" Tang Bai's eyes widened.

"Call the police. They're investigating." But it is estimated that no result can be found from the investigation. There are people missing every day in the slums. It is better to say that they are missing than dead. It is lucky to find a corpse.

Tang Bai remembers that the last time he saw Lu Xiaoshan, Lu Xiaoshan was looking for his father, but he never thought that when he saw Lu Xiaoshan again, the father he had never seen would disappear so quietly.

"I'm fine, brother Tangtang. You don't have to worry about me." Lu Xiaoshan said softly.

Any words of comfort are feeble at this moment. Tang Bai can only give Lu Xiaoshan a hug.

In this graffiti, children from the slums also joined the activity. Their manuscripts were completed around the theme "wishes" that Mr. Ling assigned them.

Some of the children's manuscripts are houses made of food with bread trees and milk river beside them.

Some of the manuscripts are beautiful clothes. The pattern on the clothes is very similar to the one Tang Bai once wore. This is a painting by Jiang Xiaoquan.

What's more straightforward is a pile of golden star coins.

Tang Bai saw Lu Xiaoshan's manuscript, which showed a family of three standing happily together.

"Let's start." Tang Bai is humane to all.

Soon, garbage street, shady street and slum after street were occupied by colorful colors. At the beginning, the passers-by were puzzled, but when the graffiti that could be called art covered the mottled walls, the passers-by were silent.

They feel strange.

The slums they live in are like the old friends they deal with every day. They are vulgar, ugly, boring and monotonous.

But now this old friend is wearing new clothes. The patterns interwoven with spray paint seem to be the new stories it brings, novel and impressive.

"Would you like to have a try?" Tang Bai called to a passer-by who had seen it for a long time.

Subconsciously, the other side stepped back and stammered, "I won't."

"It's OK to paint monochrome. There are many colors. You can choose one and paint your home the color you like." Tang Bai said enthusiastically.

"Do you like blue?" Tang Bai noticed each other's eager eyes. He handed over the blue spray paint with a smile.

With this beginning, more and more people come to ask about spray paint and paint buckets.

I don't think I came here to take advantage of it? These people in the slums are not clean and can do anything. I think they will steal the spray paint and sell it later

[don't let them come here to paint it. They haven't learned it. The effect is absolutely terrible]

[can you stop scolding all the time? They come to clean the wall for Tangtang. They rush to do all the dirty work. Don't you find that the stinky garbage nobody dares to touch is all moved by them

[although they do spray awkwardly, this is the place where people live. They can dress up as they like]

For the first time, the residents of the slum know nothing about the intensity of spray painting and the matching of colors, and the effect of painting is not good-looking. However, even the barrage, which has always had great opinions on the slum, can't say any comment when they see the smiling residents.

It was a smile full of participation and belonging, brighter than any color.

These people unknowingly participate in the process of improving the appearance of the slums. The brilliant colors smeared on the mottled buildings also light up their originally bleak life.

Tang Bai stood on the ladder spraying paint, he spray half, suddenly feel weak limbs, this is not overtraining and fatigue after the weak, but from the internal changes of the body.

Calculate the time, it should be estrus.

Tang Bai came down from the ladder and quickly injected himself with the inhibitor under the cover of his backpack.

Inhibitor is cool, but in the process of injection, Tang Bai faintly felt a trace of heat.

He subconsciously felt something was wrong. Before Tang Bai could react, the numbness of electric current ran from his neck to his whole body. In a moment, his body was ignited by the surging heat, and the exposed skin was dyed with peach blossom red.

Very light pheromone from Tang Bai's body, light, in the pungent smell of paint is not obvious.

But Tang Bai knew it was only a matter of time.

He trembled and took away half of the medicine injected. There was something wrong with the medicine. It wasn't that the inhibitor failed. The ineffective inhibitor would not cause such a result as being stimulated.

Someone changed his inhibitors!