Years of painting GL

Scattered people in the studio.Xia Yu pushed the easel, which was half a head taller than her, to the corner of the studio. The creaking sound of the wood rubbing against the ground made them frown. Some just looked up, and some didn't even lift their heads. No one paid any attention to this little girl who was less than ten years old.

She stepped on a wooden pole to climb up a high stool, pulled a piece of paper, and just held a 2b pencil in her immature hand.

The winter sunlight casts light and shadow on the ground through the window lattice, but it stops abruptly in front of her drawing board.

She looked up at the last crumbling leaf in the cold wind outside the window, and the sorrow that should not belong to her was flooding in her heart.This should be the most carefree age, but why is the brow furrowed?

'Yu'er, I'm sorry, Dad is too busy to teach you how to draw.If you really want to learn how to draw, I'll send you to Uncle Lu's house, that's the one...'

In Xia Yu's memory, her father only had eyes for painting.She thought that if she said this, she could get him to spend more time with her, even if she just looked at him more and said a few more words, it would be enough.

There was infinite sadness in her big eyes.Like the girl with the pearl earring.

The father, who is a professor at a first-class academy of fine arts, didn't know whether he was ignorant of his daughter's grievances, or he saw it and pretended not to know, or he said the biting words.

She tried to hold back her tears, and replied in a flat tone without ups and downs, 'Oh, no need.Dad, let's do his own work. I'll just go to the studio at the gate of the community. '

'Yu'er is the best. ' He gave a rare smile.

Xia Yu knew that she was different from other children. She hadn't seen her mother since the day she remembered.Under her ignorant questioning again and again, her father once told her that she had a mother, but...

She has been living with her father, who can't even take care of himself well, and of course he can't remember that she has a daughter.Occasionally when she is at home, she does not leave the room for three days while painting, and she cooks and cleans when she is sensible.She thinks this is also very happy, at least she sees her father.But this kind of happiness is only occasional, most of the time he is in the studio of the school, at that time she didn't even have a father.

At that moment, the seed of silence and melancholy was planted in my heart, took root, and sprouted...

She gently traced the outline of the leaf, feeling every inch of its delicate texture with her heart.She has been painting it for three days.Maybe she was waiting for it to fall, and when it fell, she would have nothing to miss.

She has a unique talent for drawing, and she has drawn what looks like since she was a child.Maybe it came from her father, but the infatuated love for painting was also passed on to her.

Only when she raised her pen to paint, did she feel as if she understood her father, and she seemed to be closer to him.

The last leaf fell silently.So slight, so lonely, in this impetuous world, even a little dust can't be splashed.But it landed in her heart, which was as still as stagnant water, with a bang, spreading out layers of ripples.

Inadvertently, with a strong wrist, there was a slight muffled sound, and the pen broke on the screen, leaving an incompatible and dazzling mark.

She looked at the empty branches and smiled silently.She couldn't hold on any longer.

"Can I sit next to you?" A crisp child's voice rang in Xia Yu's ear, interrupting her sinking deeper and deeper in desperate thoughts.

Xia Yu stood in front of a girl about her age.That girl was extremely ordinary, with regular features, but she was definitely not beautiful.Definitely not the kind that can leave an impression at a glance.

She nodded, as a tacit consent.

She looked at Xia Yu from head to toe, as if she didn't realize that it was impolite for her to look at a stranger like this.Her eyes paused slightly on the drawing board, as if she was amazed by Xia Yu's leaves, she continued to look down, and saw the broken pencil in Xia Yu's hand.

Without saying a word, she handed her pencil to the strange girl she had never met.

Xia Yu hesitated for a while, and finally took the pen under the expectant eyes of the girl.

'My name is Song Qiong, what's your name? Let's make friends, shall we? '

Sunlight crawled through the window lattice, and rushed to her face by frame.There is hope in the air.At some point, she was completely shrouded in sunlight.Her long, untouched black hair had a faint blond luster.

How long has she not seen such sunshine?

That girl is her sunshine, she feels the ice that has been stagnated in her heart for many years melts little by little, in an instant, it is spring, the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the small river that has been silent for countless hours is also slowly surging, Above the shimmering shimmering new hope.

In the morning, she and she took a drawing board and sketched in front of the breakfast booth. The vivid pictures attracted passers-by to watch.Get a set of pancakes for breakfast.They looked at each other and smiled, and then ate big mouthfuls, with pancakes all over their mouths, but they were not idle. They even laughed at each other's eating, and walked all the way to the studio with a smile.

Not everyone has the talent of Xia Yu, but it is undeniable that Song Qiong really loves painting.

Xia Yu, who used to be extremely focused by herself, could no longer concentrate all her attention on her paintings, so she only looked at Song Qiong when she drew two strokes.Seeing her frowning, she joked a few words first, and then started to do what the teacher should do-teaching painting.Sometimes, when Song Qiong couldn't make the turn, Xia Yu would hold her hand and lead her to feel the lines in her eyes.Small hands, but strong and warm.

She feels that this may be the happiest period of her life now and ever.

Time is really a wonderful thing, it is the boundary of everything but can never be measured in a unified way.In the eyes of the people in it, it may be extremely short and long, sometimes a moment is like a long time, and every node is a long period of happiness.But if we base ourselves on the future and time, we will feel that the time we have spent, whether lonely or sad or joyful, whether with her or without her, is extremely insignificant.The past is lost and the future is unpredictable.

The tree outside the window has fallen and grown leaves.Traces of time pop out of the branches little by little, a little bit of luxuriance, a little bit of drifting with the wind, and a little bit of cover in the snow.And then again and again, year after year.

They are each other's most familiar models, and they even know the direction of each strand of hair clearly.The drawing papers were changed one by one, and the Xia Yu drawn by Song Qiong was taller, with long hair, and the face with some baby fat when she was a child was sharpened little by little.But Song Qiong in Xia Yu's painting is not much different from the first time she saw her. The only difference is that Xia Yu's increasingly proficient painting skills have completely faded away from childishness.

That year was the sixth year they had known each other.Together they signed up for the World Youth Painting Competition.

That year, they threw the wishing bottle with the words "We want to be together forever" to the tree. Looking at the wish hanging high on the treetop, they held hands and smiled at each other, promising to stand together in the painting circle. The oath of the pinnacle.

The moment she turned around, she couldn't fail to see that the wishing bottle full of their wishes had quietly fallen, and the broken fate shone with blurred light in the world.

Only when you have traveled together, you will know how desolate it is to travel alone.Fate is so cruel, it forces Xia Yu to face the shadow alone.Some roads can only be walked alone.Even though she once had sunshine, she had to face the darkness alone at this moment.

Her father left her life quietly, as if he had never been here.A strange woman moved into her home instead of her father.

She said she was her mother.

That woman tried to please her in every possible way, but in return she treated her coldly again and again.

She never asked where his father was because she already had the answer.That answer was the same as when her father explained to her why her mother left her.

She is no longer a child.After so many years, she no longer has expectations for maternal love.For this mother who came late in her life, she resolutely made her statement that she didn't need it.

The woman finally couldn't bear the cold eyes of her own daughter, and left her again.

She was finally alone again.

That day, she leaned in her arms, like a child, weeping uncontrollably.

She said she has nothing left.

She said she was really alone.

She said they abandoned her.

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She patted her on the back lightly, smoothing her long hair with her slender fingers.Smiling softly.

'You still have me, even if the world abandons you, I won't let you go. '

She raised her head and looked at her face, her smile, and her reddish eye sockets in the hazy tears.

'Really?' she sobbed.

'Um. '

She knew that without her, she would never have been able to get through the darkest period of her life.It's just that she doesn't know that the person she relies on is also quietly changing.

On the day of class separation, Xia Yu searched the entire art building but could not find Song Qiong.She never thought that she would just leave her like this.

Until she got confirmation from her teacher.

Xia Yu walked up to the rooftop in a daze, and sat there for a whole day.From sunny to cloudy.

Song Qiong finally found her and sat beside her, neither of them spoke, just like this gloomy weather.

"Not studying art doesn't mean not drawing anymore, right?" Her voice was dry and hoarse.

Xia Yu still had a little thought left, she raised her head, stared closely at Song Qiong and nodded her face, hoping to see a slight flaw in her face.

Unfortunately not, Song Qiong remained silent.

'The teacher forced you, it must be.No matter how good your grades are, they will definitely not let you learn to draw. Xia Yu has never spoken so eagerly before.

Song Qiong shook her head, her eyes were full of sadness and guilt.

'I will never paint again. '

Xia Yu hardly knew this was Song Qiong, they sat very close to each other, as if they were separated by countless time and space.

'You said you would not abandon me.We will go to the top of the painting world together.You'd never lie to me, would you?' she smiled wryly.

'I never thought of abandoning you, not now, nor in the future.Unless you let go of your hand.I just won't draw anymore. '

It was getting darker and darker.

Xia Yu stood up, facing the solemn sky.

She turned her head and looked at Song Qiong with a smile, "How could you not know that when you gave up painting, you gave up the past we had together, and you also gave up on me." '

Song Qiong originally stared into her eyes, but after she finished saying this, she lowered her head sadly and bit her lips, "I'm sorry, if I hurt you, please forget that I was in your life. '

Xia Yu shook her head lightly, "If all the good memories are of you, how could I be willing to forget them?" Then she turned around, without looking at Song Qiong, and walked towards the small door on the roof.

Before going downstairs, she raised her chin, let her long hair flutter in the wind, her back was lonely, "From now on, please don't appear in my life again." ' and grinned.

The inherent indifference and dullness, after being abandoned and hurt again and again, accumulated deeper and deeper, gradually burying her.

She would not know that after she left, she was crying alone on the rooftop.

All she knew was that from the moment she turned around, they were strangers.There will never be another person like her in her life.