Chapter 64
The painting still needs some time to complete. After Tang Bai and Xiao Cheng separated, he went to find Xie Ruheng to practice physical fitness together.
This time they jogged together on the playground. The setting sun dyed the sky red. The evening breeze was much cooler, but it could not dispel the restlessness of the cadets.
Xie Ruheng corrected Tang Bai's running posture and helped Tang Bai control the rhythm of his running. Although Tang Bai's limbs ached after running, with Xie Ruheng's company and listening to his breathing and footsteps, he suddenly felt that he could keep running like this.
Legend has it that there is a bird without legs. It has been flying non-stop since birth. Its life mission is to find a thorn tree. The moment it finds a thorn tree is the moment it dies.
He stabbed his chest into the thorns and sang while crying blood.
Tang Bai grabbed Xie Ruheng's hand and touched the thorn ring on his hand. He thought of Xie Ruheng's ending in the book.
On the eve of victory, Xie Ruheng died at the age of 37.
Tang Bai held Xie Ruheng's hand and gradually tightened his grip. In the face of Xie Ruheng's slightly confused gaze, Tang Bai forced himself to suppress the sadness in his heart and smiled brilliantly: "Brother Xie, I just thought of a plan that may change the outside world's perception of slums."
"The outside world thinks slums are dirty, chaotic, and poor. They think people in 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 and if she receives a good education, she might become a musician."
"I believe this mother is not an isolated case. Artistic talent has nothing to do with the environment you live in. We should make the outside world aware of this."
Tang Bai opened his hands, spread out his ten fingers, and put his paint-covered fingers to his face. He smiled and said, "How about we do some street graffiti in the slums?"
“Using art as a medium, we will build a new bridge of communication between the outside world and the slums.”
Three days later.
Two teams appeared at the gates of the Federal Military Academy and the Etiquette Academy. There were ten people from the Etiquette Academy and fifteen from the Federal Military Academy. They were carrying large and small bags and were fully equipped. They all got on the large suspended vehicle together.
To outsiders who don't know the truth, this is a social event, and some of the alphas and omegas who participated in this event did so with the intention of getting together.
After Tang Bai edited a sensational title, he started the live broadcast with ease and smiled at the camera: "Long time no see~"
【Who are you, handsome boy? 】
【Oh my god, the anchor you follow has updated! 】
[They are all so handsome and pretty! I really want to join this social event! ]
The omegas on Tang Bai's right side shyly took up their gas masks to cover their faces, while the alphas on his left side showed no reaction when they saw the live broadcast ball, all of them showing the same indifference.
[Thank God for seeing me! So handsome! 】
[Is the person sitting with Gu Tunan Mo Zheng? I remember Mo Zheng seemed to have confessed his love to Tang Bai]
[Why do people have spray paint and gas masks around them? ]
"Are you curious about where our destination is this time? What are we going to do?" Tang Bai showed the camera the graffiti manuscripts that everyone had drawn together over the past three days. "We designed the daily life of slum residents into abstract art graffiti. When we get to the slums, we will paint these on the walls!"
The styles of the manuscripts vary. In addition to the daily life in the slums, there are also cute cartoon styles. Various cute little animals can be put together to open a zoo, and the wildly growing plants in the romantic country style make people feel full of vitality. As for the manuscripts of mechanical weapons, they look like they were made by federal military cadets.
The barrage of comments that originally thought Tang Bai and his group were going to have a singing, dancing and dinner party were surprised by this unexpected development.
[Why do people go to the slums to do this? Those people don’t know what graffiti art is.]
[Everyone should take good care of your belongings. There are many petty thieves in the slums. Although it will be much safer with the military academy students around, you can't let your guard down.]
[Tangtang, did you bring your own food? I heard that the food in the slums is very dirty and will make you feel sick if you eat it]
[The manuscript is very beautiful, but I don’t understand why you have to go to the slums to paint. Can’t you do it in the city? ]
Tang Bai anticipated the reaction of the bullet screen. He did not explain, but smiled mysteriously: "You will know when the time comes~"
The scenery outside the car window changed from prosperous to desolate. Most of the people in the car had never been to the slums, so everyone looked out the window curiously.
"Tang Bai, I'll help you with your luggage later." Mo Zheng suddenly said.
Tang Bai's luggage was quite heavy. In addition to the things he would use for graffiti, Tang Bai also prepared a lot of small gifts to give to Lu Xiaoshan's group of children.
Mo Zheng had noticed this big guy since Tang Bai dragged it out.
Mo Zheng, who is good at seizing opportunities, naturally would not miss such an opportunity to show his courtesy. While no one else noticed, Mo Zheng prepared to get there first.
With his slender hands grasping the handle of the suitcase, Xie Ruheng, who was in a good position, said calmly, "Let me do it."
Mo Zheng: “!!!”
Damn it! I forgot that Xie Ruheng was closest to Tang Bai!
Gu Tunan narrowed his gray-blue eyes and broke the tense situation by speaking: "As a military academy student, Tang Bai still has the strength to carry the luggage. I believe Tang Bai would rather carry the luggage by himself to exercise his body."
That’s right! If you can’t get it, destroy it!
Since Mo Zheng and Xie Ruheng were late in grabbing the luggage, there was no advantage in speaking up later, so it would be better for everyone not to show their courtesy.
As soon as these words were spoken, three sharp gazes met and sparks flashed faintly in the air.
Tang Bai: “?”
Gu Hanhan, you really don't want Xie Ruheng to suffer even a little bit...
Tang Bai, who was inexplicably fed a mouthful of dog food, introduced helplessly: "This suitcase is a fully automatic suitcase that has just been launched on the market. It will automatically follow me wherever I go. There is no need for someone to carry it."
Mo Zheng: “…”
Xie Ruheng: “…”
Gu Tunan: “…”
The fully automatic trunk remains dignifiedly silent.
[I never thought that Shura Field would unfold like this. I want to ask Teacher Tang to teach again! Tips for surviving Shura Field every day]
[I checked the price of this suitcase. Sorry to bother you.]
[Gu Tunan can't find Little O if he's so straight]
[Sorry, I want to laugh when I see the handsome guy getting mad, hahahaha]
Tang Bai couldn't agree with what the bullet screen said about the three A's competing for the one O Shura field. It was clearly a touching story of sisterhood and a love-hate relationship between old rivals. Only Mo Zheng was pursuing him seriously, but he already had Xiao Cheng.
Speaking of Xiao Cheng, Tang Bai originally invited Xiao Cheng to this graffiti event, but unfortunately Xiao Cheng had something else and couldn't come, and missed the opportunity to spend time with his idol Xie Ruheng.
Seeing Xie Ruheng and Gu Tunan still flirting with each other openly, Tang Bai couldn't bear to look at them and turned his head away, looking at the dilapidated slum scene outside the window.
Dirty garbage can be seen everywhere on the streets. The walls on both sides of the street are dirty because of mold, and flies are still hanging on the spider webs on the walls.
Seeing this scene, many people began to back out.
"We're here. Now everyone line up to get off the car. No one is allowed to act alone during the activity." Tang Bai stood up and was the first to get off the suspension car.
Mr. Ling and the children were standing by the roadside waiting for them. When he saw Tang Bai and the students get off the bus, Mr. Ling walked up to them and said, "You are here. Thank you for your hard work this time."
"Everyone is very interested in this graffiti activity. We are also happy that there are so many places in the slums where we can freely express ourselves." Tang Bai opened the suitcase and distributed the gifts to the children.
When he handed the rag doll he made to Lu Xiaoshan, Tang Bai found that Lu Xiaoshan's eyelids were a little swollen and he looked listless.
"What's wrong?" Tang Bai touched Lu Xiaoshan's head and asked softly.
Lu Xiaoshan held the baby and shook his head.
Tang Bai looked at Mr. Ling, who sighed and said, "His father is missing. Fortunately, you cured his mother's illness before. Now his mother is supporting the family while looking for his father."
"Have you reported it to the police?!" Tang Bai's eyes widened.
"We've called the police, and they're investigating." But they probably won't find anything. People go missing in the slums every day. It's better to say they're dead than missing. It's lucky to find a body.
Tang Bai remembered that the last time he saw Lu Xiaoshan, Lu Xiaoshan was looking for his father, but he never expected that the next time they met, the father Lu whom he had never seen before would disappear without a trace.
"I'm fine, Brother Tangtang, you don't have to worry about me." Lu Xiaoshan said softly.
Any words of comfort seemed pale and powerless at this moment, and Tang Bai could only give Lu Xiaoshan a hug.
In this graffiti, children from the slums also joined the activity, and their manuscripts were completed around the theme "Wish" assigned to them by Mr. Ling.
Some children's manuscripts were houses made of food, with breadfruit trees and milk rivers next to the houses.
Some of the manuscripts are of beautiful clothes. The patterns on the clothes are very similar to the ones Tang Bai once wore. These were drawn by Jiang Xiaoquan.
Even more straightforward is a pile of golden star coins.
Tang Bai saw Lu Xiaoshan's manuscript, which showed a family of three standing together happily.
"Let's get started." Tang Bai picked up the spray paint and said to everyone.
Soon, garbage streets, shaded streets, slums, one street after another were filled with brilliant colors. At first, passers-by pointed and looked puzzled, but when those graffiti that could be called works of art covered the originally mottled walls, the passers-by fell silent.
They felt strange.
The slums where they live are like the old friends they deal with every day: crude, ugly, boring, and so monotonous that there is no need for any communication.
But now this old friend is wearing new clothes, and those patterns woven with spray paint seem to be the new stories it brings, novel and impressive.
"Do you want to try it together?" Tang Bai shouted to a passerby who had been watching for a long time.
The other party took a step back subconsciously and stammered, "I can't."
"You can also paint a solid color. There are many colors here. You can choose one and then paint your home in the color you like." Tang Bai said enthusiastically.
"Do you like blue?" Tang Bai noticed the other party's eager eyes, and he smiled and handed the blue spray paint over.
With this start, more and more people came to ask about spray paint and paint buckets.
[Are they here to take advantage? These people in the slums are dishonest and can do anything. I think they are going to steal the spray paint and sell it off.]
[Don't let them come over to paint. They have never learned how to paint and the result will be horrible.]
[Can you please stop scolding me? They came to help Tangtang clean the wall. They were eager to do all the dirty and tiring work. Didn’t you realize that they were the ones who moved away the smelly garbage that no one dared to touch?]
[Although they did spray it crookedly, this is where people live, they can decorate it however they like]
This was the first time we did this, and the residents of the slums had no idea about the strength of the spray paint or the color matching, and the result was not very good-looking. However, even the commentators who usually had a lot of opinions about the slums were unable to utter any critical words when they saw the smiling faces of the residents.
It is a smile full of participation and belonging, brighter than any color.
These people unknowingly participated in the process of improving the appearance of the slums. Brilliant colors were painted on the mottled buildings and also brightened up their originally dull lives.
Tang Bai was standing on a ladder spraying paint. Halfway through, he suddenly felt his limbs go weak. This was not weakness after overtraining and fatigue, but came from changes inside the body.
Judging from the time, it should be the estrus period.
Tang Bai climbed down the ladder and, using the cover of his backpack, quickly injected himself with an inhibitor.
The inhibitor is cool, but during the injection process, Tang Bai vaguely felt a hint of heat.
He subconsciously felt something was wrong, and before Tang Bai could react, a tingling sensation like an electric current flowed from his neck to his entire body. In just a moment, the surging heat ignited his body, turning the exposed skin a peach red.
A very faint pheromone emerged from Tang Bai's body, so light that it was not obvious under the pungent smell of paint.
But Tang Bai knew that it was only a matter of time.
He took away the half-injected medicine with trembling hands. There was something wrong with the medicine. It was not that the inhibitor had lost its effectiveness. Injecting an ineffective inhibitor would not have caused such an aphrodisiac-like result.
Someone changed his inhibitor!