Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Speaking of Xiao Cheng, Tang Bai originally invited Xiao Cheng to this graffiti event, but unfortunately Xiao Cheng had something to do and couldn’t come, so he missed the opportunity to get along with his idol Xie Ruheng.
Seeing Xie Ruheng and Gu Tunan still making secret glances at each other openly and secretly, Tang Bai couldn’t bear to look at it and looked out the window at the dilapidated slum scene.
Dirty garbage could be seen everywhere on the street. The walls on both sides of the street looked filthy because of mold. There were also flies hanging on the cobwebs on the wall.
Seeing such a scene, many people retreated.
“We are here. Now everyone should line up to get off the car. You are not allowed to move alone during the activities.” Tang Bai stood up and got off the hovercar first.
Mr. Ling and his children stood on the side of the road waiting for them early. After seeing Tang Bai and the students get off the bus, Mr. Ling stepped forward and said, “You are here. It will be hard for you this time.”
“For this graffiti activity, everyone is very interested, and everyone is very happy that there are so many places in the slums where we can do whatever we want.” Tang Bai opened the suitcase and distributed the gifts to the children.
When he handed the rag doll he made by himself to Lu Xiaoshan, Tang Bai found that Lu Xiaoshan’s eyelids were swollen and he looked listless.
“What’s wrong?” Tang Bai touched Lu Xiaoshan’s head and asked softly.
Lu Xiaoshan shook his head while holding the doll.
Tang Bai looked at Mr. Ling. Mr. Ling sighed and said, “His father is missing. Fortunately, you helped his mother take care of her illness before. Now his mother is supporting the family while looking for his father.”
“Have you reported the crime?!” Tang Bai’s eyes widened.
“The police have been called. The police are investigating.” But it was estimated that there would be no results from the investigation. People went missing in the slums every day. It was better to say they were missing than dead, since it was lucky if you could find the 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 saw each other, 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 were feeble at this moment, so Tang Bai could only give Lu Xiaoshan a hug.
In this graffiti drawing activity, children from the slums also came to join in the activity. Their manuscripts were completed around the theme “Wish” assigned to them by Mr. Ling.
Some children’s manuscripts were of houses made of food, with bread trees and milk rivers next to them.
Some of the manuscripts had beautiful clothes. The patterns on the clothes were very similar to a suit Tang Bai once wore. This was painted by Jiang Xiaoquan.
What was even more straightforward was 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, green streets, and slum streets were occupied by brilliant colors one after another. At first, the residents passing by pointed at it in confusion, but when the graffiti that could be called works of art covered up the original mottled wall surface, the passers-by who stopped fell silent.
They felt strange.
The slums they lived in were like the old friends they dealt with every day. They were vulgar, ugly, boring, and so monotonous that they required little communication.
But now this old friend was wearing new clothes, and the patterns intertwined with spray paint seemed to show the new stories it brought, novel and impressive.
“Do you want to give it a try together?” Tang Bai shouted to a passerby who had been watching for a long time.
The other party subconsciously took a step back and stammered: “I can’t.”
“You can also paint in a single color. There are many colors here. You can choose one and paint your home the color you like.” Tang Bai said enthusiastically.
“Do you like blue?” Tang Bai noticed the longing look in his eyes, and he smiled and handed over the blue spray paint.
With this start, more and more people came and asked about spray paint and paint buckets.
[Could they be here to take advantage? These people in the slums have unclean hands and feet and can do anything. I think they will steal the spray paint and sell it later.]
[Don’t let them come over to apply it. They haven’t learned anything. The effect will be absolutely terrible.]
[Can you stop scolding others all the time? They came over to help Tangtang clean the walls, and they are doing all the dirty work. Didn’t you notice that they moved away the pile of smelly garbage that no one dared to touch?]
[Although they did spray paint crookedly, this is where these people live, and they can dress it up however they like.]
It was the first time for them to do this kind of thing. The residents of the slums knew nothing about the intensity of spray paint and the matching of colors. The effect was thus not pretty, but even the barrage, which had always been very critical of the slums, couldn’t say anything critical when seeing the smiling residents.
It was 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. The brilliant colors painted on the mottled buildings also lit up their originally bleak lives.
Tang Bai was standing on the ladder spraying paint. Halfway through spraying, he suddenly felt his limbs become weak. This was not weakness after overtraining and fatigue but stemmed from internal changes in the body.
Calculating the time, it should be his estrus period coming.
Tang Bai came down from the ladder and quickly injected himself with the inhibitor using the cover of his backpack.
The inhibitor was cool, but during the injection process, Tang Bai vaguely felt a hint of heat.
He subconsciously felt something was wrong. Before Tang Bai could react, an electric numbness flowed from his neck to his whole body. In just a moment, the surging heat ignited his body, causing the exposed skin to become stained, as red as peach blossoms.
Very light pheromones emerged from Tang Bai’s body. It was light and not obvious under the pungent smell of paint.
But Tang Bai knew that this was only a matter of time.
He trembled and took away the half-injected potion. There was something wrong with the potion. It wasn’t that the inhibitor had failed. Injecting a failed inhibitor would not cause such aphrodisiac results.
Someone had changed his inhibitor!
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