dizziness

The two have always quarreled like this. First, Owen cursed a lot, and Ruan Miaomiao argued a few words at first, but when he was really irritated, he remained silent as he is now, with a scary ugly face, and then let Owen go crazy alone, crazy tired Naturally shut up.

Even Owen himself sometimes feels like an idiot when he thinks about it. This feeling is as uncomfortable as having sex with someone who can't make a bed.

Owen knew that Ruan Miaomiao would not ignore Ruan Miaomiao if he kept shouting and cursing like this. Other tourists might have watched a monkey show for free, so they stopped talking and sat on the sidelines angrily staring at Ruan Miaomiao's back.

Perhaps because of anger, Ruan Miaomiao's brushstrokes were not as smooth as usual, and he could even feel the knife-like gaze from behind him, which made him restless, and no matter how he painted, it was unsatisfactory.

Owen also seemed to see that he was absent-minded. Seeing that Ruan Miaomiao drew a painting that made him jingle, but didn't draw anything famous, it seemed as if he was trying to vent something. Owen was so angry that he couldn't bear it in seconds. Can't help but start to find fault.

"What kind of shit are you drawing?! Have I ever taught you to draw like this! If you can't draw well, don't draw, shame on you!"

Ruan Miaomiao still ignored him, and continued to draw on her own, as if she was about to pierce the drawing board with a strong anger.

Owen casually glanced at the distant scenery, and then cast his eyes on Ruan Miaomiao's painting. He saw that his grasp of the overall tone was completely messed up. In fact, Ruan Miaomiao's painting was not that bad, but Owen himself was uncomfortable. Nothing is good, Ruan Miaomiao has a small problem, which is infinitely magnified by his maliciousness.

Unable to see it any longer, Owen rushed over and snatched the paintbrush from Ruan Miaomiao's hand: "Are you painting! What the hell is the difference between painting a wall!"

Ruan Miaomiao simply felt that he was unreasonable, raised her head and frowned and stared at him, as if she was looking crazy.

"Draw it like this, you still have the face to stare! What are you staring at! Get out!"

Ruan Miaomiao didn't even give Ruan Miaomiao a chance to speak. Owen kicked him off the small bench. Ruan Miaomiao sat down on the ground and looked at him angrily and in disbelief. Instead of helping him, Ruan Miaomiao stood up with a livid face and was ready to get angry. As soon as he rushed up, Owen immediately pointed his nose with a paintbrush.

"Sit down for me!"

"..."

"sit down!"

"..."

Ruan Miaomiao stared at him through gritted teeth, blushing with anger, and did not adopt Owen's commanding tone at all.

Seeing him not moving, Owen glared at Ruan Miaomiao, then turned his pen and pointed to Mount Fuji in the distance: "Is there something wrong with your eyes?! Is the sky next to the broken mountain this color?! Can that effect be drawn with a pen? ?!"

After Owen finished speaking, he threw the paintbrush behind his head. Ruan Miaomiao was shocked and anxious when he saw it, and turned around to chase the paintbrush.

Owen shook his head and sneered disdainfully. He knew that Ruan Miaomiao loved painting like his life. The brushes and palettes he had used for several years were treated as if they were newly bought. Commendation.

"The surname Ou! You fucking never stop! You're crazy, aren't you!"

Ruan Miaomiao picked up the pen and yelled uncontrollably. There is such a kind of person who even swears swear words like fists and legs. Owen gave him a blank look and didn't say anything. He took out the keychain from his pocket and took off the keychain. Hanging pocket knife, open the blade to dip the paint and spread it evenly on the painting.

The difference from the brush is that the scraping effect with a blade is more powerful, but it is soft in the middle, and the transition between colors is clear and natural. Owen is proficient in his technique, and he quickly completes the coloring of a large area, establishing the essence of the whole painting. keynote.

Ruan Miaomiao was completely stunned, and watched Owen's painting without even blinking. Owen's hesitation was settled by Owen in two or three strokes. Not only was the painting good but also very stylish. Seeing Owen throw the knife Ruan Miaomiao opened his mouth in surprise. He had never seen such a painting method before. It seemed to be scribbled on the painting but with tricks. The color of the sky was like The one that has been dyed is even more beautiful than the real thing. Ruan Miaomiao always felt that Owen kept a hand on purpose just to see him make a fool of himself.

"You, Ou, are too insidious! You didn't teach me such an important thing!" Ruan Miaomiao yelled in displeasure.

As soon as Owen heard it, he couldn't help laughing anymore, and looked at Ruan Miaomiao's childish face triumphantly, but suddenly he felt cute, and deliberately snorted: "You are the only kid who still wants to learn, it's so bad It’s far away, so I still don’t have a good look at it.”

Ruan Miaomiao stopped talking, and kicked the stones flying away, and sat on the ground with her knees hugged angrily. He knew that Owen painted well, but when he heard him say that, Ruan Miaomiao was still a little bit shocked in his heart, and watched silently. Looking at the side face of Owen seriously painting, no matter how you look at it, he is a mature and attractive man. Ruan Miaomiao loves him, but still feels that there is still so much distance between him and Owen.

"I told you to look at the painting, not me."

Owen smiled and turned to look at him, with a sullen look on his face. He also realized that his words might have stimulated Ruan Miaomiao. Just when Ruan Miaomiao was dissatisfied and wanted to look away, Owen grabbed his hand and dragged him to his side .

"Don't you want to learn? At least you should know how to respect the teacher. It's only your attitude that the devil wants to teach you." Owen glanced at him and said so, but he still took his hand and dipped it in paint. Follow him to paint.

Ruan Miaomiao's face and ears were a little burning, and Owen held her hand tightly, and she didn't struggle, she just muttered softly: "You are not my teacher."

"That's right, you are not qualified to take my class," Owen said, ignoring Ruan Miaomiao's cold eyes on him, smiled and continued to draw with his hands, his tone softened a lot, " This painting is not for the pursuit of technique. I didn’t teach you because you didn’t need this technique in your previous paintings. You have to remember that technique is just a means of expressing effects. As long as you can achieve good results, don’t Obsessed with form."

Ruan Miaomiao listened quietly, actually a little obsessed with Owen's breath, the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, and the hand being held was also warm, Ruan Miaomiao glanced up at Owen and raised her eyebrows jokingly: "Really, I I thought you were afraid that I would learn more than you, so you were unwilling to teach me."

"Damn! You heartless bastard! You can say such things," Owen became anxious again when he heard that, "You still want to surpass me at your level, in your next life!"

As Owen spoke, he smeared Ruan Miaomiao's face with the paint in his hand, and Ruan Miaomiao, not to be outdone, threw Owen to the ground and smeared it on Ruan Miaomiao's face.

"I told you that you're not centered, and you said you're not afraid that I'll overtake you!"

"Fart! I'm not that boring!"

"You are! You are~"

The two of them fought on the ground, smearing paint on each other's faces, both of them couldn't help laughing, and they slapped Owen, so Ruan Miaomiao pressed her body and kissed her lips.

The two rolled on the ground and kissed, completely ignoring the paint on their hands and covering their cheeks and clothes. Fortunately, it was almost dusk, and the tourists were all descending the mountain. Otherwise, the camera must not be aiming at Mount Fuji, it must be lingering at this moment Two people embracing each other.

"You know," Ruan Miaomiao let go of Owen's lips and touched the paint on his face, "You look so sexy when you paint, every time I see you paint, I can't help but want to rush up and hug you .”

Owen's old face finally turned red, and his heart became confused. He couldn't look directly at Ruan Miaomiao's face. He lowered his eyes and said, "Then why didn't I see you rushing up just now?"

"Who told you to throw my pen first."

"You mean that broken pen is more important than me?"

Ruan Miaomiao looked at him amusedly: "The moment you threw it was."

"Die!"

Owen pushed him away with a smile and stood up, while Ruan Miaomiao kept laughing behind him.

Seeing that it was getting late, the two of them cleaned up the paint on their faces and prepared to go down the mountain. This time it was finally done. Looking at the stone staircase that was still far away, before Owen could speak, Ruan Miaomiao had already held him Walking towards the winding path aside, the setting sun and tree shadows shone warmly on the two of them, and Owen's whole heart also warmed up.

Before leaving the gate of the Yamashita Shrine, Owen became addicted to cigarettes. He ran to the smoking area to smoke. The location of the smoking area was facing Mount Fuji. Owen was sitting on a bench blowing the wind. Only then could he see the beautiful scenery of Mount Fuji clearly. It is not a majestic mountain, and there is still white snow on it, but it can still make people feel calm and broad.

Ruan Miaomiao came to him and sat down, handed him a can of drink, Owen smiled at him, let him put his arms around him, and rested his head comfortably on Ruan Miaomiao's shoulder.

"I said it's beautiful here, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Owen nodded, maybe because the wind blowing was a bit cool, he couldn't help but slipped into Ruan Miaomiao's arms again.

Ruan Miaomiao also hugged him a little tighter, kissed his forehead and said, "Then we will come every year at this time from now on?"

Owen couldn't help laughing, but felt a little sour in his heart: "Don't worry, you'd better forgive me, do you really think I can climb this mountain for a few years at my age?"

"You can't climb, but I can carry you."

"Then what if you can't even come with me on your back?"

"Then we'll live here."

Ruan Miaomiao said seriously. Owen knew that he was not good at joking, but at this moment he couldn't say a word. Owen pulled up the zipper of his coat and hid half of his face under the collar.

"Why, you don't want to?"

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Ruan Miaomiao shook his shoulder and asked.

Owen still didn't speak, but shook his head not very hard. He was very willing, really willing, as long as he went with Ruan Miaomiao, it didn't matter where.

"Since you are willing, then we have agreed."

Owen nodded his head weakly, but he was a little powerless. He hugged Ruan Miaomiao's body tightly. He didn't speak because he couldn't speak, because the tears left quietly had already soaked his collar covering his face. The sun had already set, and Ruan Miaomiao didn't notice Owen's efforts to restrain himself in the dim light.

He wept, maybe because he was moved, or because he thought of the scene of living with Ruan Miaomiao in this paradise-like place, some happiness and some sadness.

Owen didn't know how many springs, autumns, winters and summers he could spend with Ruan Miaomiao if such a day really came. The age difference between the two meant that he would take the first step. Owen didn't even dare to think about what would happen. A scene.

It's just that I somehow feel how pitiful he will be when he leaves one day and leaves Ruan Miaomiao alone in this foreign country.

The author has something to say: The last wave~~ Yes, the full text is the most abused but the age difference~~ Do you still need to read the side story for the weak article?