Years of painting GL

That was a few days after they parted.

She stepped on the dew glistening on the blades of grass and looked at the morning star still hanging in the sky.

It was the second time in Song Qiong's life that he was a good student and skipped class.It is true to say that the two skipped classes were all because of one person.

Schools, like society, are biased against those who practice the arts.It is said that it is for the convenience of class, but in fact it is afraid of affecting mainstream students.Deliberately do not arrange art classes and cultural classes in the same teaching building.

The art building is like an isolated island standing in the ocean.

She came early in the morning and stood downstairs waiting for her, waiting for a morning self-study.

She wanted to explain, not because she didn't know what to explain, but because she didn't know how to explain.

Tell her that in fact she gave up painting because she doesn't, and she wouldn't say that even if that were the case.Or keep apologizing to her until she accepts she won't do it, she knows it won't work even if she does.

Until the sun rose slowly, illuminating half the sky.

Involuntarily, she stepped up the steps of the art building and walked to the classroom where Xia Yu was.

It was supposed to be the time for morning reading, but no one was reading in the classroom.

From a distance, they could hear loud chatting in twos and threes, and maybe they even uttered a foul language.

She frowned, she began to regret leaving Xia Yu here alone.

It's useless to regret, this is the path she chose, and there is no her on this path.

She stood at the door, 'disturbing' everyone but no one noticed her.

She raised her voice 'Excuse me, I'm looking for Xia Yu. '

A blustery voice sounded 'Hey, someone is looking for Miss Xia. '

The classroom suddenly fell silent, and more than fifty pairs of eyes were fixed on the door, where Song Qiong was.

In the eyes of everyone, Xia Yu walked towards Song Qiong silently.

'Go out and talk. When approaching, she said a word coldly.

Song Joon followed her out.

"Let's go, let's go, our big beauty Xia is angry." 'It was that voice again.

They stood in the corridor, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

"What do you want from me?" she asked blankly.

"I'm looking for you..." Under the attitude of the other party, she was speechless.

In Song Qiong's memory, Xia Yu had never talked to her like this.

So the two of them thought about their own problems.

Until the class bell rang, it was long and distant.

She said with difficulty, "I heard they said that you took sick leave a few days ago, are you okay?"

'fine. '

Then there was silence again.

'You have nothing else to do, I'm going back to the classroom first, class is about to start. '

'Um. ' She nodded.

Song Qiong forced a smile on her face, suppressing the deep sadness and desire to confide in her heart.Turn around and walk slowly towards the stairs.

She didn't know that after she left, Xia Yu didn't leave immediately, she kept watching her until she couldn't see anyone.

Song Qiong walked downstairs to the art building, walked forward hesitantly and with difficulty, shedding tears unknowingly.

She could no longer control her emotions and ran in a direction against the light.Tears also drifted away with the wind, invisible.

She ran for a long time until she was tired, so tired that she couldn't run anymore.

Where she fell was a field of grass.Panting heavily, she stared at the thick branches and leaves of the camphor tree above her head.The school uniform was wet with dew, and she felt a cool touch.Tears flowed slowly.In the fragrance of the green grass, her breathing gradually became even. She closed her eyes and recalled their past.

The first time she met Xia Yu was when she started to learn to draw.

She saw Xia Yu sitting alone in the shadows, with her long hair hanging behind her, and she felt a heavy loneliness.Maybe it was that kind of loneliness that lured her close to her, came to that corner, and sat beside her.

Until later, she gradually saw clearly.

She is stunningly beautiful in the sun.When covered under the long hair, the almost transparent white face shines brightly in the sunlight, that dazzling beauty makes the ordinary her ashamed.Song Qiong felt that she was not worthy to stand by her side.

However, what makes her feel inferior is Xia Yu's talent, her unique talent in art.

In fact, she should have found out from the beginning.

The first time they met, she saw a leaf on Xia Yu's drawing board.The leaves seem to be able to dance gently with the wind.The arc of despair that floats up will fall at any time.The beauty of the leaf itself and her deep sorrow are vividly displayed in this small picture.

Later, when practicing color.She could no longer deny Xia Yu's outstanding talent.

In her eyes, the leaves are green, and the grass is also green.She will never see, the myriad changes of color.

However, Xiayu easily mixes multiple colors and draws dozens of levels of color changes, giving everything a new definition.

At the beginning, she couldn't even draw simple lines. When Xia Yu held her hand again and again and felt the lines, she was not only moved, but also had an inexplicable emotion swelling in her heart. .

Perhaps the only thing that can make her stand beside her is the sincere sincerity towards Huahua.

Under the tree that year, Xia Yu held her hand and made a vow of 'we will be together forever' to reach the peak together.For Song Joon, beauty is like an unrealistic dream.

Some people, their endowments, make them destined to go to the altar and be looked up to by the world.And some people are teased by fate, no matter how hard the process of pursuing their dreams is, how much blood and tears they have paid, they are destined to fail.

Over the years, Song Qiong seized the few times when he didn't have Xiayu, and worked hard to practice drawing.I often paint all night, until I sit in the pile of waste paper and cry until I can no longer shed tears.However, the difference between a genius and an ordinary person is the difference between them. Even if she works hard all her life, she is destined to be unable to achieve it.

However, she didn't want to give up.This is the path she chooses, even if she goes all the way to death, she will have no regrets.

Xia Yu may never know the emotion that Song Qiong deliberately hides in her heart.I have never doubted the indescribable emotion in her eyes from time to time when watching her draw.

Until that day, Xia Yu was absent.She was called alone by the teacher to talk.

The aisle is not long, but she is destined to never finish it in her life.

It's as if someone got full marks in the test because there are only so many marks in the test paper.

The results of the competition were hung high above the studio door.

The name of Xiayu is particularly prominent.The first prize in the competition area No.1.But Song Qiong was squeezed into the list of the third prize with everyone.

The young teacher said to her, 'You are not Xia Yu, and you are not destined to become her.If it's just for fun, such a result is enough.But I know, Song Qiong, your ambition is not here.You love to draw more than anyone here, but you don't have Xia Yu's talent.If you keep going, your ending must be tragic...'

What he said, she actually knew all along, better than anyone else.Sometimes they were so close that she could touch her with her hand.But she could never stand by her side and stand shoulder to shoulder with her.Although there was only one step between them, that gap was a gully that could never be filled.She knew it, but she just didn't want to admit it.But whether she admits it or not, the fact is the fact, how can it change

She cried silently.She had held her hand and never wanted to let go.Now, the cruel reality was placed in front of her, and she could no longer avoid it.He was right, he just made her see that there was only a thin and long red line between them that she fought hard to connect.It seemed that as soon as she let go, their fate was broken.

Song Qiong didn't expect that fate would give her a chance to linger by her side for more than a year.

That day Xia Yu nestled in her arms, weeping uncontrollably.

Song Qiong never thought that Xia Yu, who was like a god in her eyes, would have such an unfortunate family background and such a miserable childhood.Inexplicably, she felt that they were getting closer, and it turned out that fate treats everyone fairly.

Since fate has given her a chance, she feels that she should cherish being with Xia Yu every day.

She enjoys her attachment.But he couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart.She knew that sooner or later they would be separated, and it was only a matter of time.It's just that she didn't expect that when that day came, she would feel relieved like never before.

When she was a sophomore in high school, she resolutely chose liberal arts, which she was good at, instead of fine arts, which she had been obsessed with for many years.She gave up her ideals, but chose a brighter future.

She knew that she had given up on Xia Yu.

She thought she would not regret it.

Only now did she realize that in front of Xia Yu, her determination was so worthless.

The moment Xia Yu turned her head, she regretted it.How much she wanted to tell the truth, tell her her pain and anxiety.

But, she can't.

Time spent with her is like a dream.No matter how real and beautiful it is, a dream is still a dream.Since it is a dream, there will be a day when you wake up.

She is not Xia Yu, she has no right to live in the dream.

She wiped away her tears, but couldn't wipe away the traces of tears.

She stood up, it was summer, but she felt the biting cold.That is the coolness of reality.

She walked slowly towards the teaching building, difficult but firm.

She looked down at her watch, the first class was over.Since it is the path of your own choice, you must go on it.With or without her.

Regardless of the surprised eyes of her classmates, she turned out a large handful of paints, pencils and paper from the drawer.Went downstairs and dug a hole.

She raised her head in the direction of where she was, stretched out her hand, and stared at the sun through her fingers. She wanted to see the sun like this again, and she would never see it again.

Say goodbye to the past well, and it will no longer belong to you from now on.

She covered it with soil little by little, looking at her dream that had just germinated but died young.Laughed.

It was a heart-piercing laugh, until it became hoarse, but no more tears could flow.

Her heart, together with her dreams, was buried by her own hands.

She turned and walked forward, leaving a shadow behind.