Chapter 64: Chapter 64

The painting still needs some time to be completed, Tang Bai and Xiao Cheng separate and he goes to Xie Ruhang to practice his physical skills together.

This time they jogged together on the playground as the sun set and the evening wind was much cooler, but it did not dissipate the restlessness of the cadets.

Xie Ruhang corrects Tang Bai's running posture and helps him control his running rhythm. Although Tang Bai's limbs ache after running, with Xie Ruhang's companionship, and listening to the sound of each other's breathing and footsteps, he suddenly feels that he can run like this forever.

Legend has it that there is a bird without legs, born to fly, whose mission in life is to find a thorn tree, and the moment it finds it, the moment it dies--

Stick your chest into the thorns and sing in blood.

Tang Bai grabbed Xie Ruhang's hand, touching the ring of thorns on the other's hand, he thought of Xie Ruhang's ending in the book.

On the eve of victory, Xie Ruhang died at the dawn of thirty-seven.

Tang Bai's grip on Xie Ruhang's hand gradually grew stronger, and in Xie Ruhang's slightly confused gaze, Tang Bai forced down the sourness in his heart and revealed a bright smile: "Brother Xie, I just thought of a program that might change the outside world's perception of the slums. "

"The outside world's perception of slums is that they are dirty, messy and poor, that people in them are criminals or potential criminals, ignorant, brutal and violent ......"

"But just now, I heard a story about a friend's mother, who loved music, and could have been a musician with a good education."

"I'm sure this mother's existence is not an isolated case, that artistic talent has nothing to do with the circumstances in which it is found, and that we should make the outside world aware of it."

Tang Bai let go of his hand, spreading his ten fingers wide and pressing his paint-sticky fingers to the side of his face as he said with a smile on his face, "How about we do a street graffiti campaign in the slums?"

"Using art as a medium to build new bridges between the outside world and the slums."

*

Three days later.

Two teams appeared at the entrance of the Federal Military Academy and the Ceremonial Academy, the team from the Ceremonial Academy was ten people, and the Federal Military Academy had fifteen people, they had large bags and were fully equipped, and they rode together on large hover cars.

It looked like a bonding event to the uninformed outsider, and some of the alpha and omega attending the event did come in a bonding mood.

After Tang Bai edited a powerful title, he lightly opened the live broadcast and smiled at the camera, "Long time no see~"

Who are you, pretty boy?

[Oh my god grandpa the anchor you're following has updated!]

I'm dying to get into this sorority! I want to be a part of this party!

Tang Bai behind the right side of the omega a little embarrassed to pick up the gas mask to cover their faces, the left side of the alpha saw the live ball did not have much of a reaction, such as the same indifference.

I've seen my God Xie! So handsome!

[Is that Mo Zheng sitting with Gu Tunan, I remember Mo Zheng confessed his love for Tang Bai]

[Why does everyone keep spray paint and gas masks around?]

"Are you all wondering where our destination is this time? And what are we going to do?" Tang Bai showed the graffiti manuscripts that the group had drawn together over the past three days to the camera, "We have designed the daily lives of slum dwellers into abstract art graffiti, and when we get to the slums later, we're going to put these paintings on the walls!"

The style of the manuscripts varies, in addition to the daily life of the slums, there is a cute cartoon style, all kinds of cute little animals together can open a zoo, while the romantic countryside style of unrestrained growth of plants to feel vibrant, as for those mechanical weapons manuscripts seem to have come from the hand of the Federal Military Cadet.

The pop-ups who originally thought Tang Bai and his group were going for a singing and dancing get-together were surprised by this unexpected development.

What's the point of going to the slums to do this kind of thing? Those people don't even know what graffiti art is, do they?

[Everyone should take care of their belongings. There are many thieves in the slums. Although it's much safer to have a cadet here, you can't let your guard down.]

[Sugarplum did you guys bring your own food? I've heard that the food in the slums is very dirty, and you'll get sick if you eat it.

[The manuscript is so beautiful, but I can't figure out why we have to go to the slums to do graffiti, can't we do it in the city?]

Tang Bai had anticipated the reaction of the pop-up screen, and instead of explaining, he gave a mysterious smile, "You'll know when the time comes~"

The scenery outside the window of the car ranged from bustling to depressed; most of the people on the bus had never been to the slums, and at the moment everyone was curiously gazing out the window.

"Tang Bai, I'll carry your luggage for you later." Mo Zheng suddenly spoke up.

Tang Bai's luggage is not light, apart from the things he will use for doodling, Tang Bai has also prepared a lot of small gifts for Lu Xiaoshan's children when the time comes.

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

Mo Zheng, who is good at seizing the moment, refused to let go of such an opportunity to offer his services, and was ready to take advantage of it before anyone else found out about it.

A slender hand gripped the handle of the suitcase, and Xie Ruhang, who occupied the geographical position, said faintly, "I'll do it."

Mo Zheng : "!!!"

Damn it! Forgot Xie Ruhang's location is closest to Tang Bai!

Gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, Gu Tunan opened his mouth to break the scorching battle, "As a military cadet, Tang Bai still has the strength to carry his luggage, and I'm sure Tang Bai would prefer to carry his own luggage to exercise his body."

That's right! If you can't get it, destroy it!

Since Mo Zheng and Xie Ruhang were a step behind in grabbing the luggage, and there's no advantage in talking late, it's better for everyone to stop being so attentive.

At these words, three sharp gazes killed each other, and sparks faintly flashed in the air.

Tang Bai: "?"

Gu Bean you really can't let Xie Ruhang suffer a little ......

Tang Bai, who was inexplicably stuffed with a mouthful of dog food, helplessly introduced, "This suitcase is a fully automated suitcase that has just recently been released, and it will automatically follow me wherever I go, so it doesn't need to be lifted by a person."

Mo Zheng: "......"

Xie Ruhang : "......"

Gu Tunan: "......"

Fully automated luggage is nobly silent.

I have never thought that the Shura site is this unfolding, and I want to beg the Tang Lao teacher to start a class! "One day, one tip for surviving Surakaba.

[looks up the price of this luggage, excuse me]

"Gu Tunan can't find Little O if he's this straight.

I'm sorry, I just want to laugh at the handsome man's defeat.

Tang Bai can't agree with the pop-ups about the three A's vying for one O's Shura, it's clearly a touching sisterly love and a love for each other frenemy romance, and only Mo Zheng is seriously chasing after him, but he's already got Xiao Cheng.

Speaking of Xiao Cheng, Tang Bai had invited Xiao Cheng to this graffiti event, but unfortunately Xiao Cheng had something to do and couldn't make it, so he missed the chance to get along with his idol Xie Ruhang.

Seeing that Xie Ruhang and Gu Tunan were still giving each other glancing glances, Tang Bai couldn't bear to look away and looked out the window at the view of the crumbling slums.

Dirty garbage was everywhere on the street, the walls on both sides of the street looked filthy from mold and mildew, and cobwebs on the walls still had flies falling on them.

Seeing such a scene, many people beat a retreat in their hearts.

"We're here, now everyone line up to get off the bus, no one is allowed to be alone during the event." Tang Bai stood up and took the lead from the hovercar.

Mr. Ling stood by the side of the road with his children waiting for them early, after seeing Tang Bai and his students get off the bus, Mr. Ling walked up, "You're here, it's going to be hard for you this time."

"This graffiti activity is something that everyone is interested in, and everyone is still happy that the slum has so many places where we can play at will." Tang Bai opens his suitcase and hands out gifts to the children.

When he hands Lu Xiaoshan the doll he made, Tang Bai notices that Lu Xiaoshan's eyelids are swollen and he seems to be in low spirits.

"What's wrong?" Tang Bai asked softly as he touched Lu Xiaoshan's head.

Lu Xiaoshan shook his head as he held the doll.

Tang Bai looked at Mr. Ling, who sighed and said, "His father disappeared, luckily you helped his mother's illness before, and now his mother is supporting the family while looking for his father."

"Reported it?!" Tang Bai's eyes widened.

"The police have been called and are investigating." But I guess the investigation won't yield any results, people go missing every day in the slums, it's better to say they're missing than dead, and they're lucky if they can recover a body.

Tang Bai remembers that the last time he saw Lu Xiaoshan, he was looking for his father, but he never expected that the next time he saw him, the father he had never seen before had just disappeared without a trace.

"I'm fine, Brother Sugarplum you don't have to mind me." Lu Xiaoshan said softly.

Any words of comfort pale in this moment, Tang Bai can only give Lu Xiaoshan a hug.

In this graffiti project, children from the slums joined in the activity, and their drawings were based on the theme "Wish" given to them by Mr. Ling.

Some of the children's manuscripts were of houses made of food, with bread trees and rivers of milk next to the houses.

Some of the manuscripts are beautiful dresses with patterns on them that resemble a set Tang Bai once wore, which Jiang Xiaoquan painted.

And, more bluntly, a pile of golden star coins.

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

"Let's get started." Tang Bai said to the crowd as he picked up the spray paint.

Soon, the garbage street, green street, slums, one street after another was occupied by colorful and gorgeous colors, at first passing residents pointing at all the eyes are puzzled, but when the graffiti called works of art covered the original mottled walls, the passers-by stopped silent.

They feel strange.

The slums they lived in were like old friends they dealt with on a daily basis, crude, ugly, uninteresting, and monotonous to the point of requiring little communication.

But now this old friend is wearing a new coat, and the patterns interwoven with spray paint seem like new stories it has brought with it, new and divine.

"You guys want to come along for the ride?" Tang Bai shouted to a passerby who had been watching for a long time.

The other subconsciously took a step back and stammered, "I wouldn't."

"It's okay to paint monochrome, there are a lot of colors here, you can pick one and paint your home the color you like." Tang Bai said enthusiastically.

"Like the color blue?" Tang Bai noticed the eager look in the other's eyes, and he smiled as he handed over the blue spray paint.

With that start, more and more people came by asking for spray paint and paint buckets.

[You're not here to take advantage, are you? These slumlords are dirty, they're capable of anything. I think they're going to steal the spray paint and sell it later.

Don't let them paint it. They haven't learned how to do it. The result will be horrible.

[Can you stop cursing all the time in front of you ah, they came over to help Sugar clean up the walls, they grabbed all the dirty work, you guys didn't notice that the pile of smelly garbage no one dared to touch was moved by them?

[Although they do spray it crooked, it's where people live and they can dress up however they like]

Doing this kind of thing for the first time, the slum dwellers knew nothing about the strength of the spray paint or the color scheme, and the painting didn't turn out very well, but even the pop-ups, who had always had a strong opinion of the slums, couldn't say anything critical when they saw the smiling residents.

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

These people are unwittingly involved in the process of improving the appearance of the slums, with brilliant colors painted on the mottled buildings and lighting up their otherwise drab lives.

Tang Bai was standing on a ladder spraying paint. He was halfway up the ladder when he suddenly felt a weakness in his limbs, which was not a weakness after excessive training and exertion, but rather stemmed from internal changes in his body.

Counting the time, it should be time for the rut.

Tang Bai descended the ladder and darted to inject himself with the inhibitor through the cover of his backpack.

Inhibitors are cool, but as this one was being injected, Tang Bai felt a vague hint of heat.

He subconsciously felt something was wrong, and before Tang Bai could react, an electric tingling sensation flowed from his neck to his entire body, and in just a moment, a raging, rapid heat ignited his body, causing the exposed skin to turn a peach blossom red.

Extremely light pheromones emerge from Tang Bai's body, light and not noticeable against the pungent smell of paint.

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

He shuddered as he removed the half-injected potion, there was something wrong with this potion, it wasn't that the inhibitor had failed, injecting a failed inhibitor wouldn't have caused such a result of looking like he was being hypnotized.

Someone switched his inhibitors!