Soft temptation

The oil paintings in the exhibition hall have thick strokes, bright and rich colors, and natural use of light and shadow.

But in these paintings, there is not a single face.

It's all profile and back.

The protagonist in the painting always tilts his head to look out of the painting, his eyes are deep and deep, as if he is looking for someone.

Bai Ye introduced her one by one, introducing the time and place of each painting, and finally said, "A Yan often goes to our college, too many times, when there are classes, and also when there are no classes. I would go to the ginkgo grove to sit and read a book in a daze, so there are more ginkgo trees."

To say much, in fact, not much.

There are only four pictures, all of which are the same person, the same place, on the same bench, and under the same ginkgo tree.

The difference is that the tree seems to be changing all the time.

He is under the tree when the branches are light green in spring.

He was under the tree when the summer was dark and green.

He was under the tree when autumn was golden and dazzling.

He was still under the tree when the broken snow covered the branches in winter.

……

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons come and go, he is always there.

"He actually didn't take the initiative to tell me about you," Bai Ye stood beside her and looked at the group of paintings, "I discovered it myself."

"I went to their dormitory once, and saw a photo on his desk. The photo was really... a black and white one full of people, completely without focus, and the main character couldn't be distinguished at all," he recalled, "I I was quite curious about why he would put this kind of photo on the table, so I picked it up and took a look."

"It's amazing, seeing him looking at you at a glance."

"After I went back, I painted "Unrequited Love for Her". You should have seen that painting, it's at your home."

"It's said on Weibo that it's a personal order, but in fact I want to draw it myself." Bai Ye smiled, his golden curly hair slightly covering his eyes, and said sincerely, "The sense of story is very strong, and the sense of fate is also strong, really. It’s hard not to be creative.”

Lou Ruan didn't speak, her nose became more and more red, her eye sockets became more and more blurred, and she couldn't see the group of pictures clearly.

It was like tasting an unripe orange, not only the mouth, but also the tip of her nose, and her heart were almost sour.

Sad and distressed.

Hot tears flowed down unstoppably, and the tissue in my hand was soaked with tears, so wet that it couldn't get any more wet.

She kept wiping it, and the corners of her eyes were reddened.

Bai Ye turned to look at her, feeling a little unbearable, but still took her to see the last few pictures.

When talking about the last few paintings, Lou Ruan couldn't stop crying even though his tone was calm and restrained.

"This is in Eshan." Bai Ye looked at the last two exhibited pictures and said, "Our Academy of Fine Arts has a tradition of sketching in Eshan."

There are no portraits in the last two exhibition pictures, only the high incense that was lit in the temple after the rain and the red silk on the century-old tree in the temple.

Every piece of red silk is written with people's wishes.

All other wishes were blurred, except for one, which Bai Ye wrote down truthfully.

What was written on the red silk was: [May she be safe and well, and her wishes will come true. 】

"I don't know if you have been to the Jinhua Temple on Mount Eshan. I heard that seeking marriage is very spiritual. When I was going to sketch, I called Ayan. When climbing the mountain, I joked that it would be more dramatic if it rained heavily. Thinking that it was really raining in the middle of the road, I could only climb up in the rain."

"When I climbed up, I told him that it was even more painful to climb the mountain under the heavy rain. The Bodhisattva must have seen the sincerity. At this time, I can ask for anything." Bai Ye looked at the two paintings with strong colors, his voice lowered After a while, say, "...I asked him to find a marriage quickly, but he didn't."

In fact, what he said at the time was, quickly ask her to empathize with her, and if she doesn't like that person, she will like you forever and ever.

Bai Ye paused for a moment, turned his head to look at Lou Ruan, and said softly, "He begged, as you can see."

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airport.

Lou Ruan's eyes were frighteningly red.

Before the plane took off, she called Xie Yanli.

On the other end of the phone, he answered it quickly.

"Hey."

"Thank you for the banquet," she said calmly, with a slight hoarseness, "I'm at the airport and I'm going home."

The voice on the other end of the phone paused, with a slight smile, "Why are you coming back, isn't there still a show to watch?"

Holding the phone, she shed tears and said softly, "I miss you, and I miss home too."

The other end of the phone stopped completely, and after a few seconds, he said softly, "Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

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The private jet takes off and will land in northern Beijing in more than ten hours.

Lou Ruan lowered his eyes and looked down at the phone screen.

On the way from the exhibition hall, she kept scrolling through Weibo before the Xie Banquet.

I scrolled forward a lot, starting from the beginning when no one read it, and many of them were in high school.

You can still click on the pictures you just saw.

She clicked on the pictures on Weibo that she had seen, and the boy in the cartoon spotted her in the crowd, and watched her walk into the breakfast shop near the school with the people beside her.

Lou Ruan sniffed, trying not to cry, she slid her fingers and continued to browse.

At the age of 16, he stood in front of the school's excellent works display window and looked at her paintings, carefully took out his mobile phone to take a picture of her ID at the student information desk below the works.

The winner of the competition, he was interviewed by the media, looked back at her class upstairs, saw her lying on it, and proposed to the media to take pictures there...

After watching it, I can’t watch it anymore, because there is no internet.

She could only go back and look at the things that could be seen over and over again.

I don't know how long she watched it before she fell asleep with a headache.

When Lou Ruan fell asleep, tears were still on her face. She slept in a chaotic state for a long time, and when she woke up, the plane was already in China.

Lou Ruan put on a blanket and stared blankly at the clouds outside. This time she slept for a long, long time, and dreamed about many things that happened long ago.

The stewardess asked if she wanted dinner.

Lou Ruan really didn't have much appetite, so he only wanted a glass of water.

She patted her face, thinking she couldn't cry anymore, her face was swollen from crying.

When he goes back to see it, he will be uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, she called the stewardess again and asked for dinner.

After eating dinner, Lou Ruan leaned back weakly. She hesitated for a long time, but she still didn't turn on her phone and continued to read those comics.

There were a lot of things in her mind, it was very messy, she just fell asleep again, she couldn't fall asleep, so she simply took out "The Nightingale and the Rose" that she put in casually when she took it out of her bag

This book looks like it has aged.

The book cover has faded a bit, with slight rough edges.

Lou Ruan flipped through it, and simply took off the envelope around the book.

A page of cardboard fell and landed on her skirt.

Lou Ruan looked down, dropped her fingers with pinkish white luster, and picked it up.

The cardboard was turned over, and the sketch portrait on the front and the little poem in the corner appeared in front of my eyes.

She stopped suddenly, her eyes fell on the few lines in the corner, her heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand——