Years of painting GL

A scent of soap powder rushed into her nostrils, and she struggled to wake up from the dream.

She had a dream.That dream was long and tortuous, she dreamed about her and her past.

Everything has passed, even the one who said she would never leave her forever gave up on her.

Unknowingly, tears have moistened the eye sockets, slowly flowing down the thin cheeks, cooling down slowly, leaving behind the coolness of the years.

A delicate hand stroked her cheek and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.A cold hand gently touched her forehead.

Shen Chai watched her open her confused eyes.

She smiled to hide a hint of subtle concern 'You have a fever. '

Xia Yu looked at the strange woman in front of her with a splitting headache, as if she had seen her before.Yes, just yesterday, she went home with her, and then

She looked at Shen Chai with her still swollen eyes.

Shen Chai explained softly, "After I got home yesterday, I brought you a new bathrobe. While you were changing, I went to make ginger soup, and when I came back, you were already asleep." '

She was a little embarrassed to arrive, she actually fell asleep in a stranger's house yesterday...

She looked at the thermometer '40°, give me your parents' phone number, I will let them pick you up. ' she said concerned.

Xia Yu shook her head, hesitated for a while, and finally said, 'I live alone. '

Shen Chai didn't come yet, so she hurriedly said something.Xia Yu propped herself up on the edge of the bed and sat up.

'It's okay, I'll just go back by myself. ' She was in a hurry to get out of bed, but her limbs were weak, so she stood up unsteadily and fell to the side of the bed.

Shen Chai reached out to support her, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head, and then was hugged by Shen Chai to the bed again.

She hesitated and said, 'But, I still have classes. '

'The teacher called me and I asked for leave for you.That's all right'

'Don't be brave, lie down well, and I won't let you go until the fever subsides. ' She tucked in the blanket for her.

In fact, she knew that there must be something hidden behind this little girl.But she has never been a person who likes to gossip about other people's private affairs, she knows what can be said and what cannot be said.She doesn't tell, she won't ask, this is the most basic respect between people.

'Sleep well, tell me what you want to eat, what you want to do. '

Xia Yu wanted to get up and talk to her, but now Shen Chai seemed to have noticed what she meant. Shen Chai put one hand on her body to prevent her from getting up. Her limbs were weak due to fever, and she couldn't get up when she thought about it. Come.

Xia Yu looked at her, thought for a while, hesitated for a long time and then made a weak voice, "I want to draw. '

Shen Chai smiled, "You still want to paint after you're like this"

Xia Yu lowered her head and let out a 'hmm'.

'Lie down, I'll give you a pen and paper. For this request, Shen Chai knew she should refuse, but she couldn't refuse.

The little girl is a watercolor painter, she thought back to the palette in her hand when she saw her yesterday.

She opened the large closet and tiptoed to reach the paint box on top of the closet.

She pushed hard with her left hand, and then held the paint box in her arms.He carried it to the bed, and wiped the light dust on the surface with paper.

She took a cushion and handed it to Xia Yu, helped her up, and put the cushion behind her waist.

'It's covered, and it's still burning. Shen Chai opened the paint box while speaking.

It was obviously a simple action, but it seemed to open up the dusty past.

Xia Yu froze, staring at the old paint box.

There is a layer of plastic paper on the inside of the cover.Under the plastic paper bag is a painting, just the right size to fit inside the lid.It was a half-length sketch of a girl with extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes. She seemed to be concentrating on the book in her hand and didn't notice that someone was drawing her.The details are extremely clear, and the direction of light and shadow is just right.There is a kind of thick, she can't describe but definitely has too much emotion rushing to her face.It seems that when I secretly painted Song Qiong back then.

Shen Chai was also taken aback, speechless.She forgot, because she was used to it.

Xia Yu sensed something was wrong, looked away, and fell silent again.

The paint had already dried, and the shallow layer was covered with crack marks, which scratched into her heart one by one, making harsh sounds.

She must have drawn before, and judging from that sketch, it must have been no less than five years.But it seems like I haven't drawn for a long time.Her heart turned cold, and her eyes also turned cold.

"I'll go..." Shen Chai said hesitantly.

'No. "Xia Yu interrupted her" Please help me get my easel, please. 'The tone was full of indifference and alienation.

Shen Chai walked to the living room, brought the easel that was placed on the porch yesterday, and handed it to Xia Yu.

In fact, Xia Yu doesn't know what she wants to paint at all, she just wants to paint.

She took the easel, thanked her, then looked at yesterday's painting, stared at it for a while, and suddenly tore it up.

'The painting is so good, why did you tear it up? Shen Chai wanted to stop her.

Xia Yu didn't answer, but just gave Shen Chai a cold look.Then Shen Chai didn't move, and she realized that it was not her business to ask.

Xia Yu dug out a box of pencils from her bag, first picked up a 2b pencil which is the most commonly used for sketching, and after thinking about it, changed to a light-colored colored pencil.

She looked at the woman in front of her and began to draw silently.I didn't pay as much attention to detail as usual, and I didn't deliberately render shadows.Compared with sketching, it is actually more pixel-like sketching.

The lines are extremely concise, outlining the outline of a woman.She began to trace the woman's loose curly hair and the broken hair on her forehead in detail.

How could Shen Chai not realize that Xia Yu was painting herself, so she sat still.Both of them were silent, and the atmosphere became awkward.

Xia Yu pursed her lips, breaking the awkward silence.

'Have you ever painted before? ' Almost a certain tone.

She looked at Shen Chai and nodded, then continued to ask, "Why don't you paint now?" There was an indescribable sadness in her tone.

Shen Chai didn't have to answer, but after thinking about it, she still raised her right hand to Xia Yu.On the right hand is a hideous scar, starting from the thumb and running across the entire hand, ruining the originally slender and delicate hand.

Xia Yu was speechless, she vaguely understood what was going on.

'After an accident four years ago, I can no longer draw. Shen Chai seemed to have gotten used to other people's inquiries, her tone was light.

A kind of guilt rose in Xia Yu's heart, and she could feel her pain.I will never be able to do what I like again in my life.

She could hardly say a word of apology, and continued to draw in silence.

When she got the drawing, she paused, then changed to a light pink color lead, and drew a lily on her right hand.The pure white lilies and light pink flower bones almost become the soul of this painting.

After painting the lily, she gently put down the brush and handed the painting to Shen Chai.

'sorry……'

Shen Chai shook her head, "It doesn't matter.I'm used to it, it's true. '

She didn't know whether it was intentional or not, she took the thin paper with her right hand.It's not heavy, but it's hard for her to even pick it up.With trembling hands, she held the painting in front of her face.

It was an amazing feeling for her to see herself in someone else's drawing for the first time.

For human beings, it is very difficult to know oneself subjectively, but seeing oneself from the perspective of others...

This is herself in her eyes or this is herself

Sitting upright, the neck is raised in a proud arc, and the facial features are exquisite.The thin lips hide an indescribable strength and handsomeness.

She is drawn to the picture.The flower in the hand is a lily

In the eyes of this little girl, the scar that she thought was ugly looked like this

Shocked, years of experience forced her to focus on her skills.

There is no such rigidity and thickness, and the picture is bright and clear.The lines are crisp and smooth but not lacking in detail.Every stroke is just right, even the shadow under the flower has an indescribable charm.

She affirmed the idea that had been in her mind since yesterday, that this little girl must have a talent that ordinary people don't have, and she has been drawing since she was a child.

"This painting is really nice, can you give it to me?" She couldn't control herself, and after struggling for a while, she still said her request.

After being recognized, Xia Yu lowered her head, and then nodded lightly.

'Can you give it back to me first? 'The sound of a faint mosquito and fly.

Shen Chai didn't know why, but since she had agreed to give her the painting, what else could she say? Shen Chai returned the painting to her without hesitation.

Xia Yu took the painting and signed her name in the lower right corner of the picture, in a beautiful cursive style.

Shen Chai smiled, "Your name is Xia Yu"

She nodded, "This painting should be regarded as an apology, it is my apology." '

Shen Chai laughed uncontrollably, why is this little girl named Xia Yu so cute.

Xia Yu stared at her blankly, not knowing why she was laughing.

Shen Chai still couldn't restrain her smile, stared at Xia Yu, then stretched out her right hand again, "My name is Shen Chai, let's get to know each other"

Xia Yu was stunned again, and finally reached out hesitantly to shake her hand.

The tactile sensation of the scar is especially noticeable on the palm of the hand.

Sensing the coldness of her palm, Shen Chai shook her head, and quickly stuffed her under the quilt without giving her a chance to explain.She seems to have forgotten that it is summer now, how could cold hands be cold.

Xia Yu is different from others, she doesn't blush very well, but her hands get cold when she is nervous.She felt that she had actually had a fever.

'I still have class. ' Xia Yu reminded softly.

'Oh, I forgot if you didn't tell me. 'Shen Chai quickly took the phone' number. '

Xia Yu pointed to her bag.Shen Chai found a note and entered the number on the phone screen.

The moment she finished entering the number, Shen Chai was stunned for a moment. She never thought that Xia Yu's teacher would be the elementary school boy who followed her every day. The world is so small.

She still calmed down and dialed the phone.

Soon someone on the other side of the phone answered the phone, full of flattery, "Sister Shen, rare customer, I look forward to the stars and the moon every day, and finally hope that you will turn over my brand, why are you looking for me?"

Shen Chai smiled helplessly, "Don't talk nonsense, you are still a teacher, what does it look like." '

The other end of the phone sneered, 'Yo, I will definitely change what Sister Shen thinks I should look like. '

'I don't want to talk nonsense with you.Let's be honest, there is a girl named Xia Yudu in your class who has a fever, so I will help her ask for leave. '

Before the other party could react, she hung up the phone. She knew that if he let him talk, she didn't know how long it would take.

Xia Yu stared blankly at Shen Chai and her new class teacher on the phone.

Shen Chai instantly understood her doubts, "Your teacher is my primary school student, from one school to one department in the university." ' She hasn't said yet, but she is actually a little follower, and she is still afraid of losing his face as a teacher in front of her.

It was the phone ringing, she looked at the text message, it said 'Xia Yu, right? There is indeed this person, I have asked for leave. '

'Leave me to help you, take a good rest. '

"And..." Xia said with difficulty.

'Um? Shen Chai looked at her.

'I feel like I don't have a fever. '

Shen Chai shook the thermometer and handed it to her, and she stuffed it into her arms.

After 5 minutes, I took it out and saw that the low-grade fever of 37.3° was no big deal.

Shen Chai nodded, 'Let's go, I'll take you home. '