Chapter 638 Rainy Night

Whether it is from the composition, the idea, or the depth of color.

This painting has a level of skill that these professional students who practice day after day cannot yet achieve.

"I suddenly had a crazy desire to see how the painting would look like after he colored it himself."

Someone murmured something to himself, and was immediately echoed.

"Me too,"

Their voices were suppressed,

"This painting is so painful to look at. The pencil is just so magical. I don't know what the effect will be after coloring it."

"What a shame! Why isn't he an art student?"

Someone sighed softly, and the last sound disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

But they didn't know that, let alone being an art student, even the blank draft paper in Wen Lueyan's schoolbag had been taken away by his mother.

"From today on, you must use old draft paper. No blank paper is allowed."

The woman's eyes were filled with displeasure, but as if to avoid affecting the mood of the college entrance examination candidate, she did not curse or glare at him. She just took away all the things that could be used as drawing paper with an expressionless face.

The young man remained expressionless from beginning to end.

He watched his mother take away a pile of papers from his room, then half-closed his door again and coldly told him to write the test paper quickly.

He sat down obediently.

As if nothing had happened, he took out the test paper and started writing the questions quickly.

At this moment, there was a sudden thunder outside the window, and silver lightning cut through the night, plowing thousands of furrows in the dark sky.

Thousands of soldiers and cavalry marched across the sky, and the sound of rain poured down.

Heavy rain on summer nights always comes without warning, but it can drown out all sounds in an instant.

The sound of the rain was extremely noisy even through the window.

But the rustling sound of the boy's pen in the room remained quiet.

Just like what's in his heart right now.

Sometimes it was freezing cold from the heavy rain, and sometimes it was burning hot from the raging fire.

The extremely anxious and depressed mood is like the dark clouds that keep piling up before the rain, getting thicker and thicker.

From the heart to the blood, and then transmitted to the whole body.

Those once free brushes, the unfinished paintings crumpled into a ball in the studio today, and the blank draft paper that had just been cleared out, kept repeating and piling up in his mind.

He felt like there was a time bomb buried in his body, which was approaching the critical point relentlessly with the ticking of the clock.

Until he finished the last question.

He turned on the radio amidst the quiet yet noisy sound of rain.

It usually takes ten minutes to find this mysterious radio station, which was so elusive that he didn't know why. But for some reason, he stopped after only five minutes.

Tiny moths flitted about in the light.

The boy's profile, which suddenly froze, was covered with a halo.

I wonder what he was thinking in these few short minutes.

The result of constant thinking made him suddenly stand up from his chair.

He looked at the dim light his parents left outside the bedroom, then walked out step by step.

The lights in my parents' bedroom had already been turned off.

He took a look, then walked silently to the sofa, bent down and looked around, but couldn't find his confiscated mobile phone.

That’s right, his mother is such a vigilant person. She is more wary of her son who is taking the college entrance examination than she is of a thief.

Wen Lueyan stood there expressionlessly for a while, then went back to the bedroom, took out the room key and a few coins, and walked towards the entrance without hesitation.

The rain was so loud that the sound of the young man slowly opening the door was almost silent.

Then he closed the door.

The whole room fell silent.

The rain and the night were kept out of the window.