The painting will take some time to complete. After Tang Bai and Xiao Cheng separated, he went to Xie Ruheng to practice physical fitness together.

This time they jogged on the playground together. The sunset dyed the sky red. The evening wind became much cooler, but it could not dispel the restlessness of the military academy students.

Xie Ruheng corrected Tang Bai's running posture and helped Tang Bai control the rhythm of running. Although Tang Bai's limbs were sore when he ran, with Xie Ruheng's company, listening to the other party's breathing and footsteps, he suddenly felt that he could run like this all the time.

There is a legend that there is a bird that has no feet, and it is born and flies constantly. The mission of life is to find a thorn tree. The moment it finds is the moment it dies-

Punch your chest onto the thorns, and sing with tears and blood.

Tang Bai grabbed Xie Ruheng's hand and touched the thorn ring on the other party's hand. He thought of the ending of Xie Ruheng in the book.

On the eve of victory, Xie Ruheng died at the dawn of 37.

Tang Bai held Xie Ruheng's hand and gradually exerted force. In Xie Ruheng's slightly confused gaze, Tang Bai forced himself to suppress the bitterness in his heart and showed a bright smile: "Brother Xie, I just thought of a plan that may change the outside world's perception of slums."

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

"But just now, I heard the story of a friend's mother. She loves music and may become a musician if she receives a good education."

"I believe that the existence of this mother is definitely not an isolated case. Art talent has nothing to do with the environment in which we live. We should make the outside world aware of this."

Tang Bai let go of his hand, spread his fingers, and put his pigment-sticked fingers on his face. He smiled and said, "How about we do street graffiti in the slums?"

"Use art as a medium to build a new bridge for communication between the outside world and the slums."

Three days later.

Two teams appeared at the entrance of the Federal Military Academy and the Etiquette Academy. There were ten teams in the Etiquette Academy and fifteen members of the Federal Military Academy. They were all equipped and boarded a large hover truck together.

This seems to be a friendship event to outsiders who are unknown, and some of the alpha and omega participating in this event are indeed in the mood for friendship.

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

【Well, who are you?】

[Oh my God, Grandpa, the anchor you follow has been updated!]

[I'm all handsome and handsome, I'm dead! I really want to get involved in this friendship!]

The omegas on the right behind Tang Bai were embarrassed to pick up the gas masks to cover their faces. The alphas on the left didn't respond when they saw the live broadcast ball, as if they were exactly indifferent.

【I thanked me so much! So handsome!】

[Didn't Mo Zheng sit with Gu Tunan? I remember Mo Zheng seems to have confessed to Tang Bai]

[Why are spray paint and gas masks placed around everyone?]

"Are you curious about where our destination this time? What are we going to do?" Tang Bai showed the graffiti manuscripts drawn by everyone over the past three days to the camera. "We design the daily life of slum residents into abstract artistic graffiti. When we arrive at the slum, we will draw these on the wall!"

The styles of manuscripts vary. In addition to the daily life of the slums, there is also a cute cartoon style. Various cute little animals can open a zoo together. The plants growing freely in the romantic country style make people feel vigorous. As for the manuscripts of mechanical weapons, they look like they are from the hands of federal military academy students.

The barrage of what I thought Tang Bai and his party were going to sing, dance and have dinner were shocked by this unexpected progress.

[What are you doing in a slum? Those people don’t understand what graffiti art is]

[Everyone should keep their own property well. There are many thieves in slums. Although there will be many military academy students, they cannot relax their vigilance]

[Do you bring your own food? I heard that the food in the slums is very dirty and you will get diarrhea after eating it]

[The manuscript is so beautiful, but I don’t understand why I have to go to the slums to doodle. Can’t I do it well in the urban area?]

Tang Bai had some expectations of the reaction to the barrage. He did not explain, but smiled mysteriously: "You will know then~"

The scenery outside the car window ranged from prosperity to bleakness. Most of the people in the car had never been to the slums. At this moment, everyone looked outside the window curiously.

"Tang Bai, I'll help you get your luggage later." Mo Zheng suddenly spoke.

Tang Bai's luggage is quite heavy. In addition to the things that can be used for graffiti, Tang Bai has also prepared many small gifts to prepare to give to Lu Xiaoshan's children at that time.

Such a big guy has been noticed by Mo Zheng since Tang Bai dragged it out.

Mo Zheng, who is good at seizing the opportunity, naturally refused to let go. While no one else discovered it, Mo Zheng was ready to take the lead.

The slender hand held the handle of the suitcase, and Xie Ruheng, who occupied the geographical location, said lightly: "I'll do it."

Don’t fight: “!!!”

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

The gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and Gu Tunan spoke to break the anxious battle situation: "As a military academy student, Tang Bai still has the strength to carry luggage. I believe Tang Bai would rather carry luggage to exercise by himself."

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

Since Mo Zheng and Xie Ruheng were slow to grab luggage, there was no advantage in speaking late, so no matter how you said it, everyone should not show their attention.

As soon as this said, three sharp eyes killed each other, and sparks flashed in the air.

Tang Bai: "?"

Gu Hanhan, you really can't bear to bear Xie Ruheng's hardship...

Tang Bai, who was inexplicably stuffed with a mouthful of dog food, introduced helplessly: "This suitcase is a fully automatic suitcase that has just been launched recently. It will automatically follow wherever I go, and no one needs to carry it."

Don't fight: "..."

Xie Ruheng: "..."

Gu Tunan: "..."

The fully automatic suitcase is noblely silent.

[I never expected that the Shura Field was unfolding, and I wanted to ask Teacher Tang to start the class! Tips for one Shura Field to survive a day]

【Check the price of this suitcase, I'm disturbing】

[Gu Tunan is so straight that he can't find Xiao O]

[Sorry, I want to laugh when I see the handsome guy being beaten up, hahaha]

Tang Bai said to the barrage that the Shura Field cannot agree with. It is obviously a touching sisterhood and love, and the old enemy love. Only Mo Zheng is chasing him seriously, but he already has Xiaocheng.

Speaking of Xiaocheng, Tang Bai invited Xiaocheng for this graffiti event, but unfortunately Xiaocheng had something to do and missed the opportunity to get along with his idol Xie Ruheng.

Seeing Xie Ruheng and Gu Tunan still sending out the autumn waves openly, Tang Bai couldn't bear to look directly at him and looked at the dilapidated slum scenery outside the window.

Dirty garbage can be seen everywhere on the street. The walls on both sides of the street look dirty due to mold, and flies are still falling on the spider webs on the wall.

Seeing such a scene, many people gave in.

"We're here. Now everyone is lined up to get off the bus. You are not allowed to act alone when you are in the event." Tang Bai stood up and took the lead from the hovering car.

Mr. Ling and his children stood by the roadside and waited for them early. After seeing Tang Bai and the students get off the car, Mr. Ling walked forward and said, "You are here, thank you for your hard work this time."

"This graffiti activity is very interesting to everyone, and everyone is very happy that there are so many places where we can play at will." Tang Bai opened his suitcase and sent the gift to the children.

When he handed the doll he made himself to Lu Xiaoshan, Tang Bai found that Lu Xiaoshan's eyelids were a little swollen and he looked distracted.

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

Lu Xiaoshan shook his head in the doll.

Tang Bai looked at Mr. Ling, and Mr. Ling sighed and said, "His father is missing. Fortunately, you helped his mother recover from his illness before. Now his mother is supporting this family while looking for his father."

"Have you reported the case?!" Tang Bai's eyes widened.

"I called the police, the police are investigating." But I guess no results were found. People in the slums disappeared every day. It would be better to say that they were death than to say that they were missing. It would be lucky to be able to retrieve a body.

Tang Bai remembered that when he saw Lu Xiaoshan last time, Lu Xiaoshan was looking for his father, but he never expected that when he saw him again next time, the father Lu, who had never seen before, would disappear silently.

"I'm fine, Brother Tangtang, don't worry about me." Lu Xiaoshan whispered.

Any words of comfort were pale and powerless at this moment, and Tang Bai could only give Lu Xiaoshan a hug.

In this graffiti, the children from the slums also came to join the event, and their manuscripts were completed around the theme "Wishes" arranged by Mr. Ling for them.

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

Some manuscripts are beautiful clothes, and the patterns on the clothes look like a set worn by Tang Bai once, which was painted by Jiang Xiaoquan.

What's more straightforward is a bunch of golden star coins.

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

"Let's start." Tang Bai picked up the spray paint and said to everyone.

Soon, garbage streets, green streets, and slums were occupied by colorful colors. At first, residents passing by pointed and looked puzzled, but when the graffiti that could be called artworks covered the originally mottled walls, the passers-by fell silent.

They feel strange.

The slums they live in are like old friends they deal with every day, vulgar, ugly, boring, and so monotonous that they don't need any communication.

But now this old friend has put on new clothes. The patterns woven with spray paint seem to be the new story it brings, novel and impressive.

"Do you want to try it together?" Tang Bai shouted to a passerby who had been looking at it for a long time.

The other party subconsciously took a step back and stuttered: "I don't know."

"It's okay to apply a single 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 longing eyes, and he smiled and handed the blue spray paint over.

With this beginning, more and more people come to ask about spray paint and paint buckets.

[Can't they come here to take advantage? The people in the slums are not clean and can do anything. I think they will steal the spray paint and sell it later]
To be continued...