Mythical First Love Handbook

Si Shaoliu licked his lower lip, feeling dry and speechless, so he turned around and carefully hung the painting back up.He raised his head, only looking at the painting, he didn't know whether it was with regret or regret: "I haven't painted for a long time. After that, I haven't painted again."

He once forgot to sleep and eat, and all the calligraphy and paintings that were burning with joy were abandoned by him.At that time, he dug out all the appearances that should have been in himself, pieced them together, modified them, and wanted to live a completely different life.

As for the matter of painting, he started from being tempted and ended from his giving up.How much I loved it once, how much I don’t want to see it, and I don’t want to see it.

Goodbye now, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept.Just like Yang Yi, who turned out to be still unwilling to die.

If there is a fate, then continue the front.If there is no fate, then it is pretending to forget all one's life, growing old alone, thinking that when the pale hair comes, you will still die with this person in your arms.

Si Shaoliu sighed, but he never heard of Yang Yi.He turned his head, but saw that man was grinding ink in front of the desk, and a small plate had already been ground in this short time.

"What is this? Don't you want to write another nonsense love poem?" He walked over and joked, "Have you not written for many years? So much ink, it's hard to clean up the waste of ink sticks .”

Seeing him approaching, Yang Yi put down the ink stick and pushed him to the desk, spread out a piece of rice paper, and spread out the ruler.

"Want to draw?" Yang Yi asked.

Si Shaoliu didn't say he wanted or didn't want to, he turned his face to look at Yang Yi who was standing behind him: "What do you draw?"

Yang Yidao: "Draw things that you feel happy about. Like sunset clouds, like winter snow and winter plums. Shaoliu, how long has it been since you played the piano?"

He suddenly changed the subject, and Si Shaoliu blinked, but it was rare that he couldn't keep up with Yang Yi's train of thought, and was led by the nose by Yang Yi.But it doesn't feel bad.

He looked at these strange and familiar things, things that had been with him for most of his life and had been thrown away by him.

When he was singing, he occasionally chatted with the master who played the gong and the piano. He played the erhu and played the die, but things like the guqin were too elegant and rare to see.

"When I first started acting, I played the lead actor's subordinate in a small, shabby crew. The lead actor clearly played the guqin, but the music was the timbre of the guzheng."

"You didn't play?"

"I didn't play it." Si Shaoliu recalled, "Let's not talk about whether I would be ridiculed if I spoke at that time, and whether it would be successful. Let's talk about myself, but I still don't want to touch it."

He poked in front of the table, poked for a while, then took the pen by himself, dipped it in the ink and moistened it, but handed it to Yang Yi: "You write."

"Why don't you try?" Yang Yi didn't answer, "These are all things you like, and you grew up with you, and you haven't left for a day. For the good of everyone, no one is worth making you sacrifice for others." Give up the pen in your hand, the string between your fingers."

Yang Yi asked seriously, held his hand, and asked him to hold the pen and put it on the rice paper.Si Shaoliu followed him subconsciously, set his eyes on the rice paper, and followed Yang Yi's hand to write down a string of handwriting—Jing Hongzhaoying.

It turned out to be Si Shaoliu's handwriting, which was neat and tidy, but there was a bit of free and easy hidden in the pen.

Yang Yi seemed to put his arms around him, and said to him: "It's been a long time, and half a life has been wasted. I don't want to be able to love deeply at this time. I just want to accumulate and cross a hundred thousand mountains. After so many years, I became the ordinary person who passed you by."

His voice rang in his ears and entered his heart.

"At that time, you were able to regain all the happy things without any worries, and I finally made up a little bit, and I was qualified to pursue a long-distance relationship with an ordinary identity."

It turns out that this is the idea you have hidden in your heart.

Si Shaoliu's hand paused, and a heavy stroke was made on the white rice paper, turning into a black lump, ruining a line of good characters.

"what?"

"You don't have to deliberately compromise, you don't have to swallow all the bitterness and sourness alone. When you are angry or annoyed, don't force yourself to be open-minded, force yourself to let go. You can hate me, you don't need to forgive, all the resentment can be expressed Show me. I only hope that one day, the past will finally disappear, and we can talk about the ordinary again."

Si Shaoliu squeezed the brush tightly and was stunned.

It seems to push away the clouds and mist, as if suddenly enlightened.

He has a flat temper and has always been open-minded.But no matter how good-tempered a person is, there are also untouchable scales.

Why did you go to find Yang Yi in a hurry back then, but didn't want to get to the bottom of it and left so easily.It wasn't because he was too angry, he didn't go there to explain, but to end it.

But he was used to introversion, he swallowed it by himself, and tricked himself into taking a step back.So I can only scrape my own bones, gouge out my own flesh and blood, turn myself into a completely different person, and forcefully separate myself from before.Then don't hurt other people.

He refused to pick up what he liked at the beginning, and sometimes he was so stubborn that it was almost unreasonable, and he refused to explain anything.It's all caused by scars, hidden under the flesh, but they can't be erased.

After so many years, he finally took the past lightly, forgave Yuan Yang, Si Chen, and everyone who cheated or hurt him in the past.It is also natural to look down on them.Because I don't care, I don't get hurt.

Except Yang Yi.

Yang Yi, he is the bone of Master Si's bones, the blood of his blood.The green bamboo whip's wound didn't even leave a scar, but it still hurt him from time to time.Remind him what he has lost.

The longer the time, the more unforgettable.At the beginning, the deeper the love, the happier we were together, but the more tormented and difficult it became.

But at this moment, he is almost calm.It was probably because those abysses that could not be crossed began to close by themselves, so he didn't need to struggle.

Yang Yi, the person in his heart, whether it is love or waiting, is the same as him.

Si Shaoliu wanted to love him, and wanted to fill up the centuries of time together with him.

You don't want me to hide my grievances.I don't want you to be deeply guilty either.

I only hope that in the future, you and I will laugh and curse out of our own hearts.I can lose my temper at you, and you don't have to care about the happy words.

Si Shaoliu laughed, and he let out a breath: "Yang Yi, I haven't drawn for a long time, I haven't written for a long time, and I haven't played the piano for a long time. I may have to practice for a long time, and I don't know. How long will it take to get acquainted with it?"

Si Shaoliu adjusted the posture of holding the pen, Yang Yi let it go, and let Si Shaoliu moisten the pen again.

Si Shaoliu got used to it for a while, but the pen was hanging above the rice paper but couldn't come down.His fingers were so hard that they were almost uncontrollable, not like his own hands.

Yang Yi then pointed out the window, the sky was getting late, and the green bamboos were tall and straight.

"Look at it and make a picture of it."

When Yang Yi said this, Master Si subconsciously listened.He looked at the bamboo with stretched branches and leaves, and he didn't have to think at all when he wrote.Some things are engraved in his flesh and blood, even if they are turned upside down, those things grow up with you, grow in the flesh and blood, you can ignore it, but he has always existed.

When Si Shaoliu just started to write, he was still a little jerky, but the individual bamboos took shape under his pen, and the more he drew, the smoother he was.In this way, he is a rare gifted person, he can master what he has learned, and what's more, he is learning again what he is already proficient in.

After drawing half a picture, he came across his big lump of black ink. After pondering for a moment, he simply outlined a stone table and stool with two strokes, and put two chess players on it.At first glance, it looks like a game of chess in a bamboo forest.

It's a pity, it's a pity, the sudden "Amazing Hongzhaoying" on the top of their heads.Not the same mood at all.

But Si Shaoliu was overjoyed. Looking at his paintings after a hundred years, they were unfamiliar, not as good as before.But...he drew it.

It turned out that it was not that difficult.It turned out to be so kind to see it.It turns out that seeing the scenery under my hand, seeing the ink colors of different shades spread out under my hand, and achieving a boundless scenery and thousands of changes, I am still so satisfied and happy.It seemed that the big piece that was missing in my heart was suddenly filled back.

He is really happy to paint.

He originally liked to study painting for the sake of Yang Yi, but the reason why he forgot to eat and sleep later could only be that painting itself was enough for him to be interested.

Si Shaoliu smiled, and turned to look at Yang Yi: "Many people think that I am not good enough for you, bah. You clearly only want me, then only I am good enough."

Yang Yi naturally saw those remarks, but to him it was the exact opposite.

"I'm not good enough for you."

The two photographers, Fu Fu, were already bewildered.Si Shaoliu's photographer took a close-up of the painting on the table and felt that the world was psychedelic.Isn't Si Shaoliu acting?He can really draw ink painting!Also draws super fast!

Photographer Fu didn't know what makes a good ink painting.But looking at Si Shao's popular appearance of clouds and flowing water, and looking at the lifelike bamboo on the rice paper, I think it's not bad.

People who can write with a brush and draw with a brush are rare these days!

Therefore, Si Shaoliu is quite versatile. He has been scolded for so many years as an illiterate scum, but he didn't reveal it at all!

As for the dialogue between the two men... they automatically understood it as a plot need.Although it still feels weird, it seems a bit unreasonable.But they really couldn't find any reason other than acting, so they had no choice but to take this as the truth.

Si Shaoliu also knew that now is not a good time to talk, so he suppressed his emotions and changed his face with a smile: "How is it, Yang Yi, I will cooperate."

He pointed at the rice paper, "This is my bottom-of-the-box skill, so I'll explain it here."

Yang Yi followed suit with a smile, boasting sincerity: "The painting is really good."

Si Shaoliu felt that half of his body was crushed by his laughter.I really like how he smiles.

It was completely dark, He Xuanlin barely pressed the time to get ready, and invited Lin Mei.

Such a big guy really doesn't have any novel ideas and romantic cells.I had no choice but to use my old profession, relying on my talent, I composed a confession song impromptu.

Candlelight and flowers, plus a handsome guy dressed up and playing the piano and singing affectionately, with the intention of defeating the enemy with color and pretending to win.Fortunately, Lin Mei saved face and didn't embarrass the young and old.