moon like rain

[If the sky clears, come to the depths of my heart to see the snow]

The weather in Luoze City in May is very different from other places. The heat wave has swept through the streets and alleys. Although this city in the south is prosperous, the pace of life is much slower than those in big cities. The same slow-paced life is about to enter In the third year of high school, the second and fifth classes of Ruoshui Middle School spread.

As the bell rang for the end of the last class, the squad leader took advantage of the fact that the boys in the back row hadn’t run away, and said, “Lao Zhang, don’t be in a hurry to play ball, you guys go first and pay the electricity bill, the air conditioner is almost out of money.” .”

The boys holding basketballs in the back row had a meal, and the boy named Lao Zhang said, "Are you asking the health committee to pay the electricity bill?"

The squad leader stared: "Do you have an opinion?"

Lao Zhang said: "Fifty is enough, I'm so bored." After saying that, he walked out of the classroom with a few boys.

The monitor of Class [-] and [-] is Ji Hefang. She has been the monitor of the class for two years. Not surprisingly, she is also the monitor of Senior [-]. She is a good student and girl who is praised by teachers and students and parents. After finishing the last thing in class today, I refused the girl's request to go home with her: "Today is Thursday, I'm going to the studio."

In the studio on the first floor of the teaching building, Ji Hefang, a good girl, quietly opened the door of the studio, and looked at the girl sitting by the window with a calm expression, drawing with a brush on the paper with her right hand.

Ji Hefang, who has always been outgoing and generous, said with a bit of shyness in her voice, "Meng Qian."

Xiao Mengqian, who was drawing, looked sideways slightly, indicating that she knew, and turned her gaze to the drawing paper again.Ji Hefang quietly walked behind Xiao Mengqian, and watched Xiao Mengqian outline a landscape with Danqing, light ink flowing water, green painting of distant mountains, birds in the sunset, drinking people in the pavilion.Xiao Mengqian didn't stop writing until the sky outside had darkened, and turned to look at the person behind her.

I saw Ji Hefang's schoolbag on the ground, and she herself was sleeping soundly on her fluffy pencil case. Xiao Mengqian looked at her watch. It was 13 minutes to nine o'clock. Put her hair on, and run it gently, then call her at nine o'clock, and sleep a little longer.

Afterwards, Xiao Mengqian sat on the ground leaning on the table, looking at the ceiling of the classroom and thinking about things.

She is different from Ji Hefang, Ji Hefang's family conditions are good, her father runs a company, her mother works as a manager in another company, and herself, Xiao Mengqian thought of this and shook her head and smiled, her hometown is in the countryside, and the family conditions are not very good, My mother died when I was very young.

Now I live in a rented house not far from my father’s construction site. After paying the rent for a month, there is only more than 1000 yuan left. My father eats a big pot of rice at the construction site every day, and then comes back to cook for himself, saving one person’s meal money. It was used by Dad to buy drawing paper and brushes.Xiao Mengqian has shown her talent in painting since she was a child. Although the painting just now was an ink landscape, Xiao Mengqian's oil paintings are also very good, with warm and soft tones and clear ideas. Different from Xiao Mengqian's own personality, her paintings seem to be Contains thousands of words, endless telling.

Because she has won awards, big and small, the school specially approved Xiao Mengqian not to go to self-study, and arranged for the art teacher in charge of the third-year art exam to teach her painting skills. In this way, she only listened to the professional teacher's lectures intermittently after winning the prize and getting the bonus. Xiao Mengqian has a place to paint and the guidance of a professional painting teacher.

It was a hot afternoon, Xiao Mengqian was practicing sketching in the studio, when she heard a sound from the door of the studio, with a "pop", the door of the studio was opened, and three girls ran in, Xiao Mengqian was disturbed and frowned Frowning, she saw a girl say, "Let's come in and hide for a while." After speaking, Xiao Mengqian saw the cold drinks and ice cream in the hands of the three girls.

Seeing Xiao Mengqian painting, the two girls gathered around curiously, and just about to say something, saw Xiao Mengqian who was moving in his hands, Ji Hefang quickly grabbed the hands of the two girls and whispered: "Don't disturb me!" People."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the two girls urged Ji Hefang to leave quickly, but saw Ji Hefang shook her hand, then turned around and said in a low voice: "The head teacher came to check the self-study and said that I was in the toilet...studying." After finishing speaking, she turned and looked at Xiao Mengqian draw.

Not long after, when the golden-red rays of the setting sun poured down, adding a touch of warmth to Xiao Mengqian's paintings, Xiao Mengqian turned sideways to pack the painting tools, and when she noticed someone behind her, she looked up at He Fang last season. , the setting sun cast a touch of bright gold on her eyes, brighter than the rising stars after sunset, and Ji Hefang's deep eye sockets were like the endless night sky, giving people infinite reverie.

At that moment, Xiao Mengqian was stunned, until Ji Hefang smiled and waved her hand in front of Xiao Mengqian, Xiao Mengqian came back to her senses and said in a low voice: "Sorry, I was in a daze."

"Are you really in a daze?" Ji Hefang said with a smile, "Are you staring at my face in a daze?"

When Xiao Mengqian heard this, she blushed and lowered her head.

Thinking of this, Xiao Meng smiled slightly, got up and rubbed Ji Hefang's head, and said: "Get up, if you don't leave, you will live in school."

After parting from Ji Hefang at the school gate, Xiao Mengqian returned home, cooked a bowl of porridge by herself, held the bowl in the kitchen, looked at the brightly lit construction site not far away, sighed, turned back to the room and started writing today Operation.

It was night, and Xiao Meng was lying on the bed, thinking about unfinished things.

Afterwards, Xiao Mengqian often had one more person in his studio, doing homework and reading while he was painting, or secretly taking one of his paintbrushes and painting on paper, until one day, the two of them accompanied by the night Get out of the studio.

Ji Hefang asked her: "Meng Qian, have you ever painted a starry sky?"

Xiao Mengqian looked at her and nodded.

Ji Hefang asked her again: "Have you ever painted other people?"

Xiao Mengqian said: "No."

Ji Hefang came over and took her hand and said, "Draw me a picture, will you?"

Xiao Mengqian looked at the lights on the playground and said, "OK."

Xiao Mengqian was sitting by the street lamp in the playground, holding a drawing board and looking at Ji Hefang who was standing not far away, there was a rustling sound.

Not long after, I saw the starry sky drawn with pencils on the drawing board, and a girl was standing on the playground. The endless starry sky and the empty playground did not seem empty because there was only one person.

On the contrary, it was the girl's figure and looking forward eyes, which instantly filled the pores of the whole world and Xiao Mengqian's heart.

Xiao Mengqian gently caressed the girl in the painting, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Does it look good?"

"It's beautiful." Xiao Mengqian said, she was stunned after speaking, then turned to look at Ji Hefang, seeing Ji Hefang's smile, Xiao Mengqian said again: "It's beautiful."

In this way, Xiao Mengqian experienced insomnia for the first time in her life, and it was the lingering affection that engulfed her drowsiness.

The author says:

New article, I hope you will support me a lot! .

I will write slowly in chronological order, this is the story of my first love, it is very important (sure)