Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Storm Blue

When Bao Baolan walked out of the school gate, the sky was gray. There are such gray days in April.What a disappointment.Spring is like a flower hidden in a glass ball, which can only be hoped that it cannot be touched.Baobaolan was struggling with himself as he walked, should he go home or go to the graffiti? At this moment, the teacher in charge chased all the way out from the school gate, shouting loudly: "Ni Xing, Ni Xing, wait!" Bao Baolan thought for a long time before stopping. He was calling me, yes, his name is Ni Xing, but this name sounds so strange, why is it so strange?

"Ni Xing!" the teacher said out of breath, "you were gone in a blink of an eye, and it took me a long time to catch up with you. Can you see if you wrote this article?" The teacher is holding a very popular fashion magazine in his hand. Many students in the class like to read this magazine. On the cover there is a line of eye-catching characters "Our senior year in high school is a sweet deception". The teacher's angry fingers were pointing at it angrily at this moment. "Yes." Baobaolan said, "I wrote it, what's wrong?" "What do you mean?" the teacher pulled her aside and said, "What is a scam? Where do you come from with all these weird words? Do you know how many classmates are reading this book? You know that the influence will be How bad is it? If the principal finds out, he must think you are scolding our school, so tell me how it ends?"

"I don't know." Bao Baolan said helplessly, "You're making a fuss out of a molehill." "Ni Xing, count the numbers. The college entrance examination is just a few days away. I'm anxious for you. How sure are you? If you want to be admitted by a university just because you can write two articles, let me tell you, that's as simple as Yellow sorghum dream!" "Thank you for reminding me." Baobaolan snatched the magazine from her hand with a smile and said, "I haven't received the sample booklet yet, just give me this one, I remember it, and I must pay attention to the wording next time."

"What magazine, what editor, I want to find them!" The teacher is still indignant, she is middle-aged, she is fat, her son is not up to date, and the principal is what she is most afraid of.Baobaolan sympathized with her very much, so he didn't argue with her, holding the magazine in his hand, and walked away briskly. After doing the math, there should be a good draft fee.You can invite Doodle to sit in the cafe at least five times. Thinking of the graffiti, Baobaolan's heart began to ache violently. It has been 68 hours since the quarrel, and the graffiti once said with great confidence: "Little Bao, don't quarrel with me, you must surrender within 72 hours .” When he said this, he was naughty, with a cigarette in his mouth.Aimed at him with slanting eyes.

Baobaolan likes him to call himself Xiaobao, and others call him Xiaolan when they are affectionate, but he is called Xiaobao.The screaming heart seemed to be pulled up suddenly by something, and then it was as sweet as swinging. It's a bit corny to say, but she and Tuya met on the Internet.Tuya is a student of the Academy of Fine Arts. Once he matched the articles she posted on the forum with beautiful pictures, and then said: "MMD, I actually like these monster words." Bao Baolan said: "NND, thank you." That's how we got to know each other. Coincidentally, after crossing the huge network, they found that they actually lived in the same city.The long distance was suddenly shortened, and the conversation became more cordial.For example, which road has been repaired, where the fried ice tastes good, which bookstore is decorated with the most taste, and so on.

Half a year later, Tuya first proposed to meet, and Baobaolan agreed without thinking.Everything is so natural.By the huge fountain in the square, they quickly recognized each other and walked towards each other.Doodle's hands naturally wrapped around her shoulders, Baobaolan shrank in fright, and dodged back.Tuya laughed heartily, hugged her tightly and said, "Comrade Xiao Bao, you are exactly as I imagined." The graffiti is similar to Baobaolan's imagination, but it is even more beautiful, like those beautiful boys walking out of his own paintings, with handsome faces and unruly eyes, even more dangerous than him in the Internet.Bao Baolan removed his arm around her neck without showing any emotion, and jumped up to touch a pink and white flower on a tree.

Doodle lit a cigarette behind her, narrowed his eyes and said, "You are my first girlfriend." "Really?" Bao Baolan grabbed the flowers and turned around. "Girl type." Doodle burst into laughter after speaking. Bao Baolan panicked and jumped into a taxi to say goodbye to him.She is a little afraid of graffiti, which is very different from the boys she used to know. She is afraid of what will happen, so she instinctively protects herself.But the reunion was a deal, and the graffiti chased after her very closely. He drew Baobaolan's favorite picture so far. The girl's face is black and white.Her face was blocked by half of an extremely bright flower, and only the girl's eyes could be seen, which were as clear as water but full of longing.

Graffiti calls it: a flower that gives up halfway. The painting has not been published publicly, not even on the Internet.It lay quietly in Bao Baolan's mailbox, tempting Bao Baolan's many tears.When we met for the second time, it was in a cafe. Tuya gave her the painting with his own hands, Bao Baolan took it with a smile, and thanked him.Then he said, "What would you like me to drink?" "It should be your treat." Doodle said. "why?" Doodle smiled: "You wrote our story and published it, don't think I don't know." Baobaolan was taken aback. She really thought that Tuya didn't know about it. In her opinion, Tuya wouldn't read magazines full of bourgeois sentiments.Because that article leaked too much of herself, she didn't use her real name when she submitted the article, not even the name Baobaolan, except that the editor knew the truth.Bao Baolan was about to quibble, but Doodle interrupted her plot confidently and said: "The world is too small, I have been drawing illustrations for that magazine for almost two years, and I can recognize your manuscript at a glance."

"Blow." Baobaolan said, but he was convinced in his heart.Also, some fun. Text also needs a confidant. "Why do you like writing so much?" Tuya asked suddenly. "Because I'm lonely." Baobaolan said unabashedly. "Have no friends?" "No." "Where are the parents?" "They're busy." Baobaolan didn't want to say more. Doodle's hand stretched out from the table to hold hers, and through a long transparent glass, he gently kissed Bao Baolan's cheek, everything was exactly the same as Bao Baolan's novel.Then he said to Bao Baolan: "I am the terminator of your loneliness, I promise you."

At this time, Baobaolan was already a sophomore in high school, and it was the first time that he fell in love with a boy in a true sense.Before that, she had a crush once, in the third year of junior high school.The other party is a physics teacher who just graduated from school. Baobaolan likes his fingers writing on the blackboard very much. They are strong and graceful. For this, she once achieved the highest level of her physics grade, which was once a headache. Later, the physics teacher fell in love. , the object is a very tall northern woman, Bao Baolan met them on the street, they were newly married walking one after the other, the teacher was carrying a large bag of messy vegetables, the expression on his face was one An unbearable pain in life.Because of this expression, Baobaolan went home and cried bitterly.She also wrote a lot of words for this teacher, but he never knew and never will know.

As for the graffiti, it was a sweet accident. Although Bao Baolan writes about love in a colorful way, but has never actually fought love, of course, he is not as comfortable as graffiti in the love game. While excited, he also has inexplicable panic. I write on the Internet day and night, and there is no way to stop once I write.Doodle nodded her nose and said that you have a literacy addiction, you are a little monster with a literacy addiction.Bao Baolan lowered his head and grinned. In her opinion, what Tuya says always makes sense, not to mention the website she often visits is called .It was a website that didn't have many visitors but made Baobaolan feel safe.The moderator You Nuo can also write beautiful words, and has published a very beautiful collection of essays. Baobaolan found her website from her book.You Nuo admired Bao Baolan very much, and made a special collection of essays for her, and strongly recommended her on the homepage.Bao Baolan's anthology is very beautiful and beautiful. Most of the pictures inside are graffiti works. Everyone says that words and pictures are seamless. Not so with Crazy Blue and Graffiti.Three months into their relationship, they started arguing.It's all little things that don't matter, and it's often Storm Blue who starts the wars and often Storm Blue ends the wars with resignation.The sweet and ruthless torment of love makes Baobaolan's words more and more decadent day by day. Fortunately, this kind of decadence is becoming popular, and Baobailan's words can be sold for money, and they are often in prominent positions on the headlines of magazines. More money than expected. She is getting more and more attention from the editors, and the mailbox is always full of all kinds of invitation letters, and the monthly manuscript fee is enough for her to spend and even has a lot of savings.Finally one day, an editor from a publishing house said to her: "We have come up with a series of books for the new generation. If you want, we can meet and talk about it?" Of course I would. Baobaolan met the editor in the publishing building.It was a young editor, wearing a pair of glasses, looking very shrewd.When he saw Baobaolan, he exclaimed, "Are you a third year in high school?" Stormy Blue nodded. "You are too thin, you should eat more." His tone was full of affection.Then she praised Baolan and said: "Your writing is so natural, your rare talent allows you to move in and out of the story freely, as long as you have the opportunity, you can become popular..." "What do you want me to write?" Baobaolan interrupted his long-winded flattery. "Just write about yourself." The editor tapped on the table with a pen, "A real self, a real life of a female high school student, can be cruel and desperate, but it must be full of curiosity." "Is there any royalties?" Baobaolan asked. "Yes." The editor said, "We read the manuscript and speak, and don't care whether it is a famous artist or not." "I'll write it." Baobaolan said, "The manuscript can be delivered in one month." "Won't it affect your studies?" The editor asked worriedly, "You're about to take the college entrance examination." "That's my own business." Bao Baolan said goodbye to the editor with the small bag on his back, and when he walked out of the building, his heart was soaring.I can finally have my own book. After writing and waiting for so long, my dream has finally come true!A great opportunity, isn't it? Although she doesn't like the editor who looks like a mouse. The good news is naturally the first to tell Doodle. "I write, you draw." Bao Baolan said with a flushed face, "In this way, the whole world can witness our love! I thought about it, it will definitely be a bestseller. With money , let’s go to Paris together!” But the graffiti did not show any excitement, he said lightly: "Are you really planning to write?" "certainly." Tuya held the editor's plan for Bao Baolan in his hand, smiled and asked again: "Are you really planning to sell yourself?" "What do you mean?" Bao Baolan opened his eyes wide. "Hmph. What are you going to write about? Your youth, your love, your depravity and even your sex?!?" The voice of graffiti began to grow louder, and he crumpled the paper in his hand angrily Throw it out of the window and shout loudly: "You can sell yourself, but I warn you, you can't write about me anymore! You will sell every little thing between us, I'm fucking Enough of you!" "You're jealous of me!" Bao Baolan countered instinctively with tears in her eyes: "I'm going to publish a book, I'm going to become famous, so you're jealous of me, you're jealous of me, you're shameless!" "Forget it." Doodle said lightly, "Look at you shrew!" This was the most intense quarrel, and there were personal attacks on each other. When Baobaolan ran out of Tuya's residence in tears, she thought this would be the last quarrel. Since then, Tuya can never hurt her again. Because, she decided to break up with Doodle. Break up and never ever see him again! But at the sixty-eighth hour, Bao Baolan wavered. After wandering at the bus stop for ten minutes, she finally boarded the minibus bound for the Academy of Fine Arts. Tuya does not live in the Academy of Fine Arts, but rents a house near the Academy of Fine Arts.It was an old-style two-story building, and the landlord had already moved to the downtown area. It was all rented out to students like Tuya, who lived in a small room and shared the bathroom and kitchen.At this time, graffiti should be at home.The light green curtains were tightly drawn, he always liked to stay up late, and then choose this inappropriate time to sleep dead.Bao Baolan stood under the plane tree downstairs and sent him a short message: "It's the sixty-eighth hour." After waiting for a long time, he didn't return. Baobaolan said again: "I'm going to knock on your door." He still didn't return.Bao Baolan went upstairs to knock on the door. His room was at the innermost part of the second floor.Baobaolan knocked for a long time before he heard a voice inside.The door was finally opened, and there was graffiti behind the door. In early spring, he was wearing only a shirt and his hair was messy. Behind him, sitting by the messy painting table, was Sisi, who was facing the storm. Blue gave an embarrassed smile. Storm Blue recognized her, they met at a party of graffiti friends.When the graffiti was introduced, it was said: "My school girl, Xixi." School girl, hehe. Storm Blue turned and left.Doodle ran out and grabbed her: "What's the matter, come in and talk about it?" Baobaolan said coldly: "You let go." "What if I don't let it go?" Tuya smiled shamelessly. "Then I'll dump you." "How?" "Just shake it like this!" Just as Bao Baolan said that, a crisp slap had already been slapped on Doodle's face, and Doodle's hand was loosened, and Bao Baolan rushed downstairs like an arrow. After running at extreme speed, I realized that I had nowhere to go. The night wind had picked up, and Baobaolan stood on the street where the crowd was passing by, gasping for breath.The cold wind blew into her mouth and was exhaled by her again, the heat on her body began to decrease little by little, and Bao Baolan felt that she had lost the strength to even stand up.At this moment, the phone rang, and when he looked down, it was Yuno. They haven't seen her before, but she always appears when she is most helpless. "Excellent." Bao Baolan called weakly when he picked up the phone. Over there is Yuno's brisk voice: "Honey, I breathe the air of the same city as you now, how about it? Are you going to meet me?" "Really?" Bao Baolan was pleasantly surprised, "Why did you come?" "Just passing by," I said, "I don't know if it's a surprise or not?" "I'll treat you to dinner!" Baobaolan said hastily. Half an hour later, Baobaolan and Yuno met at the most famous coffee shop in the city.The environment there is good, the drinks are good, and there are quite good light meals to eat.There is long music in the store, and Leslie's song is playing: "Looking up at the starry sky, it's quiet/I'm walking alone/The night rain is gradually stopping/Silence is the calmness at the moment/Smile and ask who/Heart and courage/The wind is strong and the wind is clear/Inform The change is undecided / It is not clear that I smiled wryly but did not stop..." The singing is moving, but people have gone away.Bao Baolan sat there and thought with emotion, in fact, death also needs courage.People like Leslie are also troubled by love, let alone themselves.Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Yuno coming in wearing a light blue cotton skirt. She had big bright eyes and an infectious smile.She immediately recognized Bao Baolan sitting in the corner, sat down opposite her, looked around, blinked mischievously and said, "This is probably the best meal I've ever seen a netizen eat." "Where were they all before?" "On the street, I ate a string of stinky tofu." You Nuo smiled heartily, "Bao Baolan, you are thinner than I imagined." "You just said that I'm extremely short?" "It's not that interesting. Girls are cuter if they are petite." Yuno said, "Why go on a date alone? I thought I could see graffiti by handsome guys." "Don't mention him, we broke up." Baobaolan said. "Well, I'm used to breaking up ten times a day." "It's true." Baobaolan said, tears fell uncontrollably. Yuno looked at Baobaolan with a suspicious expression and shed tears, and finally believed after watching, and said, "Ah, it seems that I came at the right time?" Bao Baolan wiped away tears, tried to smile and said: "Stop talking about those unhappy things, I should be happy that you are here, let's have a toast!" Yuno said with a stern face: "No drinking, you are underage!" "I have been independent for a long time." Bao Baolan said, "I was only six years old when my father and my mother divorced, because they both remarried, so I have been following my grandma. You must know that my grandma is 70 years old this year. She Don't care about me at all." "I can feel it." Yuno said earnestly, "Maybe you don't believe it, but from the first time you came to my website, I can feel that you are different." "Then say something happy!" Baobaolan said, "I'm going to publish a book too!" "real?" "Well. There is a publishing house willing to publish a book for me. I broke up with him because of this. He was very upset and thought I was selling my privacy." "Do what you want." Yuno encouraged her. "It's important not to let anyone change you." "Maybe I won't be able to pass the college entrance examination." Baobaolan said. "That's okay, you will definitely succeed. Your book will sell well, you will be famous, and you will forget those pains!" Yuno comforted her. "Thank you for your good words." Bao Baolan said sincerely, "Thank you for coming to see me, you came at a good time. Really." "I'm leaving here tomorrow morning, by the way," Yuno said, "Qiqi knows I'm coming to see you, let me greet you." "Qiqi?" Bao Baolan said, "I like her. I always feel that I have many similarities with her." "I haven't seen her yet. Next time you come to our place, we will ask her out for dinner." Yuno said. When they said goodbye, they hugged naturally.Yuno refused to let her give it away, so he patted Bao Baolan on the face and said, "Be happy, wait for your writing to come out." She is so independent and cheerful that Bao Baolan is almost jealous. When Bao Baolan returned home, the house was brightly lit like never before. It turned out that they were all there.father, mother.It may have been five years, and they haven't met Baobaolan together.Even if Baobaolan celebrates his birthday, he has never had one. When her mother saw her, she said, "The phone number has changed? Why is it an empty number?" "It was changed half a year ago." Baobaolan said angrily. "Why did I come home so late? I'm going to take the college entrance examination. What's going on? What school do you want to apply for? How sure are you?" Dad was like a reporter from Xinhua News Agency. Baobaolan looked at his father, then at his mother, and said with a sneer, "Isn't it too late to care until now?" "Ni Xing, how do you talk!" Mom said, "The exam is coming soon, you should stay with me, so I can take care of your daily life!" "No!" Bao Baolan said.Even if she could bear her mother, she couldn't bear her seven-year-old son. "Then go to my place." Dad smoked desperately, as if he had a grudge against cigarettes. "Don't go, don't go, don't go!" Bao Baolan shook his head and gave the order to evict the guest, "I'm not going anywhere, you guys go, it's getting late and I'm going to bed!" Grandma came out from the back room and said casually: "Don't drive them away, they won't leave until you have discussed who will pay for your college expenses." "What nonsense are you talking about!" Mom scolded grandma. "Shut up!" Dad scolded Mom. Bao Baolan walked into the back room silently, and closed the door.On the desk is her beloved computer. Many nights, she uses flying fingers to type on the keyboard, tirelessly. In this world, there are so many relatives and friends, but in the end, none of them are as reliable as a computer.Baobaolan turned on the computer and entered the castle.It was a small and golden castle, it said: a little lonely, a little painful, a little ostentatious, a little overwhelmed.Kind of needs reassurance.So, click on it, it's a bit beautiful. Today, I finally met the owner of the castle, a clean and bright girl.When I laughed, it was earth-shattering.She seems to have fallen from the sky, witnessing a parting of love.That's what Baobaolan said to Fairy Qiqi. Fairy Qiqi also laughed earth-shatteringly.She said: "Baobaolan, are you really sad? You know, there is no love in this world." "What's there?" "I want to know too." Qi Qi said. "Maybe I'll forget him, maybe never, God knows." Bao Baolan yawned, "I'm sleepy, the most important thing for me is to sleep." "Don't cry." Qiqi said. "yes." "obedient." "goodbye." "BB." Storm Blue is offline.Graffiti never came, and the phone hung on his chest and didn't ring.She knew that graffiti couldn't type, that arrogant and stubborn boy, he must have thought there would be another seventy-two hours.Only Baobaolan knows that there will be no more, after seventy-two hours, seven hundred and twenty hours, or even seven thousand two hundred hours, they will never meet again. Love doesn't really exist, just like Mom and Dad, love has developed into a never-healing wound and a shameful joke for them. So, goodbye doodles. I wish you a happy time with Sisi.