Chapter 11

Xiao Ran hasn't touched those paintings for several days. He doesn't want to give up, but just wants to calm down first. As soon as I closed my eyes, in addition to bright red, it was the cold death accompanied by despair, like thick ink on the paper. When I wanted to pick up the pen and draw again, I couldn't calm down anymore. It seems that there is a longer and farther distance to abandon yourself.

It's almost the last time to hand in the work. Other contestants have handed in the work. Only Xiao Ran's work has not been handed in yet. He has always been a very serious and punctual person. Is there something wrong? Mr. Liu thought to himself, he still went to ask him. It would be a pity if he abstained.

Xiao Ran was by the window. He passed by their class and saw the person sitting there in a daze.

"Xiao Ran."

Xiao Ran then raised his head, "Mr. Liu?" I was a little surprised, but I just stared at his fatherly smile.

"Is your work finished? Tomorrow is the deadline."

"Not yet, I want to abstain." Hearing this, Mr. Liu and Lin Jimian next to him were stunned and looked at him in disbelief. This is not what he said. He even said that he would give up what he loved so much and tried his best to keep.

"Show me the work. Although tomorrow is the deadline, it should be able to be postponed." With his reputation, he should be sure to buy some time, Mr. Liu thought to himself.

Lin Jimian saw the painting, which was the one in the suburbs in those days. Suddenly, he thought that he had never seen Xiao Ran appear in that place after that day, thinking that he had already finished painting.

Mr. Liu took the picture, pushed his glasses, and looked at it carefully. Well, the painting is not bad. It's a pity not to take it for the competition. There is not much left. You finish drawing it first, and I'll contact you.

"Good. Thank you, Mr. Liu. In the past few days, Xiao Ran locked himself tightly in that cocoon and didn't want to touch anything. Mr. Liu's words made him see a little hope again, just like pushing back. Sometimes someone needs someone to help him break the cocoon he tied. Those eyes, which had been dim for a few days, finally had a little light.

Finally, I saw the figure quietly in the wilderness, and Lin Jimian was a little happy. But there is something wrong when you look at it. The man wanted to pick up the pen but hesitated, which was not as free and easy as usual at all. And he frowned from time to time, and I didn't know what he was thinking. A jubilant heart fell back to its place.

Xiao Ran wanted to calm down and draw it, but as long as he concentrated, those inexplicable ideas popped out of his mind and lingered around him without mercy. Then the thoughts poured in like a spring, filled the whole head, wrapped and pulled itself layer by layer like a silk cocoon, and then washed into the center of the rapids. I tried to suppress it, but I couldn't do it anyway. I began to panic, and I struggled desperately and couldn't get rid of the ghost-like entangled fantasy. I just can't calm down! I can't calm down! I hate why I can't be the same as before. The brush held tightly was almost broken. In the end, I didn't draw a stroke.

To calm yourself down, Xiao Ran has been telling himself like this. But if you can't do it yourself, then let something else help you do it. When I got home, I went into the bathroom and poured buckets of cold water on my body. It's already autumn, and the water has already become cold. As soon as he got wet on his body, he couldn't help trembling. The heat in his body rushed straight to his forehead, and he got goose bumps all over his body. But I can't care so much, and it's still poured barrel by barrel. He didn't stop until his whole body was cold and his mind seemed to be much calmer.

In the middle of the night, I felt my throat dry and itchy. His head was also dizzy. When he touched his forehead, he found that it was very hot. It turns out that I have a cold. Wrap the cover tightly and continue to sleep. The later dream made Xiao Ran very tired. He couldn't remember anything. He just felt that something in the dream grew higher and higher in front of him, and the faster it grew, so that he couldn't breathe at all.

In the morning, Xiao Zheng came back early after buying, but he still didn't see Xiao Ran's figure, so he was puzzled. The child usually doesn't stay in bed. What's wrong with him today?

So he walked into the room and saw the blush on Xiao Ran's face, and his breathing was slightly heavy, so he reached out and touched his forehead. It's so hot! I have a cold!

"Xiao Ran. Wake up." Seeing that he was still asleep, he woke him up.

Xiao Ran opened his hazy eyes and saw his father looking at him, "Dad, is it very late?" After saying that, he was ready to pull the quilt and get up.

"You have a cold. Don't go today. I'll call your head teacher. Although Xiao Zheng and Xiao Ran don't talk much, they become abnormal when they drink, and their temper is particularly bad. They often beat people, they usually treat Xiao Ran well.

"I'm fine. Just hold on."

"Listen. Go to the hospital later and take this cold medicine first. I'm going to work." Xiao Zheng found some medicine and put it on the table next to him and went out.

Staring at those drugs, Xiao Ran smiled bitterly. Who is this person? He is nominally an adoptive father, but he is just blindly satisfied with his material life. There is very little care. He is like his pet. In fact, he is not even a pet. It's just taking care of life. At other times, it's as plain as water. There is no more intersection, and there is no intersection. I don't like this person very much, but I don't hate him either.

I felt dizzy after taking the medicine, so I lay down and continued to sleep. I didn't want to go to the hospital at all.