Stardust in the Moonlight: Little Wildcat, Don't Try to Run Away

I calmed down and turned to look at Mo Chen. "What's wrong..."

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Chen frowned slightly, his eyes showing a bit of confusion and scrutiny, but his tone was calm.

Once he has this kind of look, he will probably start speculating about my affairs again, which is too dangerous.

"I was thinking about how to draw...I haven't drawn for a long time...I forgot..."

I avoided Mo Chen's gaze and wrote, "Wenxuan, go change the bucket of water."

"Okay!" Wenxuan took the pen holder and went to change the water.

"I'll change the paper for you, Sister Yue."

I nodded, I needed time to adjust. I rubbed my right hand which was a little numb.

"Xinyue, you'd better not record it. Drawing is something you need to practice more. You will see different things in different environments. Observe more and analyze more. It's meaningless to simply imitate."

I turned around and looked at Xinyue.

"Oh, okay, Sister Yue, then I'll watch you draw, and you can draw a few more."

I watched Xinyue put away her phone, feeling relieved, and nodded.

Xingyu and Wenxuan moved quickly.

I picked up the pen and drew three rows of apples, three in each row.

I put the pen down when I finished drawing.

"Oh my God, Sister Yue, you are so awesome! These nine apples seem to be placed in front of you, right?" Wenxuan looked at me in surprise.

"Yeah! It's only been more than ten minutes, and there are 10 apples, and each one is different..." Xingyu also looked at me with starry eyes.

"You are not painting one apple at a time, you are painting them all with the same color..."

"Master, how can we learn if you draw like this?"

"Yes, Sister Yue, I didn't even understand it. It's better to record it." Xinyue's voice sounded a little sad.

"Aren't you two academic masters? Do you need me, a poor student, to accommodate you?!" I raised my eyebrows and looked at Wenxuan and Xingyu.

"Oh! Sister Yue! Isn't it enough that I surrender?"

"We were the ones who acted rashly just now! My dear sister Yue! Tell us the story quickly!"

I felt refreshed when I saw them repenting.

I pointed at the painting and said, "From left to right, there are warm light, colorless light, and cold light. From top to bottom, there are red apples, yellow apples, and green apples. They are affected by different lights, so you think there are nine apples, but there are actually only three."

"Oh my god, this is fucking amazing!"

"Speak properly!" I knocked Wenxuan's head.

"No, Sister Yue, this apple is all in your head?"

"What else?!" I looked at Xingyu who was speaking.

"This... How could anyone possibly do this?!"

"I'm not a human being!!" My fist was about to hit Xingyu's head.

Xingyu clasped his hands together and clapped my fist. He looked at my hand and said, "God's hand, please enlighten me!"

As the boy said this, he spread out my hands and placed them on his head.

I smiled and pushed his head away. "What are you doing with your hands? Use your brain more!"

Xingyu smiled and lay down on the grass.

We all laughed.

"How are your paintings going?" Senior Sui Jing walked up to us.

"Teacher Sui, why didn't you bring a great artist like Sister Yue to the studio earlier!" Wenxuan shouted angrily.

"Don't make trouble with me, kid! Here it is! What have you learned? " Senior Sui Jing looked at Wenxuan with a gentle smile, not angry.

Senior Sui Jing looked at my drawing board and his eyes lit up. “Apple?”

Shared memories come flooding back.

He said and looked at me with a smile.

I laughed too.

"Mo Chen, how is your wife?"

“It’s really amazing.”

The senior’s sudden words startled me, but what shocked me even more was Mo Chen’s words. I turned around and looked at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen looked at me with a smile, his eyes bright with admiration. I had never seen this before.

My face suddenly felt hot and my heart was pounding. I quickly turned back.

"Have you seen Sister Yue draw an apple? Teacher Sui." Xinyue looked at Senior Sui Jing.

"On the first day of high school, this girl came to the studio while we were drawing apples. We didn't know her at that time, but we thought she was very beautiful. But she didn't draw either. She just sat behind us and watched us draw. She made us all stare at her." The senior student sat on the grass and recalled with a smile.

"and then?"

The enthusiasm of these three people for eating melons came.

"Then, she said the first sentence to me, and it almost made my jaw drop." Senior Sui Jing looked at me.

"Do you remember what you said to me?!"

Um... I really forgot about that. I wasn't paying attention to my behavior at the time, my attention was all on the painting.

"What the heck! Stop keeping me in suspense!" Wenxuan yelled.

"She walked over to me, squatted down and looked at my painting. Anyway, she didn't look at me, she just looked at the painting and said: The use of colors is a mess, there is no logic. But you are the best painter among these people. Then she walked away as if nothing had happened."

"Hahahahahaha."

"Hahaha."

Several people laughed at the same time.

"Ah? Impossible, how could I..." Did I say this at the time? Was my brain rusty? I have no recollection of it at all.

I glanced at Mo Chen who was laughing so hard.

"No wonder you are always alone. How can you have friends when you are so sharp?" Mo Chen looked at me with a smile.

The senior pointed at the apple I drew and said, "She started drawing this apple the next day and spent a week drawing hundreds of them. We were all shocked at the time! Our teacher Hou spread the apples she drew all over the wall and told us to learn from her and stop drawing rubbish! We were so angry that we ate the apples! Later, she took care of them herself. We were sick of eating apples for a month! We don't want to eat apples again in our lives."

"No wonder my apples keep disappearing. I was wondering why." I was helpless. So that's how it is. I picked all kinds of apples when I turned into a cat and passed by the orchard.

"Hahahahahaha."

"Hahahaha, Sister Yue is still thinking seriously!!!"

"Sister Yue, you are so cute."

Mo Chen also smiled and rubbed my head.

"No, I can't! I keep chasing you and asking you questions every day! I really admire you, okay?"

The senior student stopped smiling and said, "You keep asking me questions! Every time I draw something new, you stand behind me and watch. Occasionally you come over to ask me how I got the color. I wonder, how did I get that color?! When you stand behind me, I get so nervous that I don't know how to start drawing. How the hell do I know where the color came from? I just draw blindly!"

The senior student smiled and looked at the others. "Every time she came next to me, I just panicked. I couldn't say that I was just drawing it randomly and I had to make up an excuse. How could it be easy for me?"

"Also, every time she asked, she would go back and draw hundreds of pictures. It felt like I only told her 1%, but she evolved the remaining 99% by herself! It's amazing! She seemed to have no concept of time in the studio, she just painted by herself. Our doorman was almost driven crazy by her. He was the most idle position, but he had to work overtime at school every day because of her. He would call her grandmother every day and ask her grandmother to take her home! At that time, the boys who wanted to chat with her had no chance."

The senior looked at me again and said, “Forget about admiring you! Insulting me is more like it! I begged you every day to stop hunting me!” The senior smiled helplessly.

Everyone started laughing again.

I recalled it carefully and realized that I was confused for a long time.

"Oh, so you just drew it randomly. No wonder I felt it was weird... After you said that, I really felt that it didn't make sense. When I couldn't figure it out, I asked Teacher Hou, but he always told me to figure it out on my own and never taught me!" I looked at the senior.

"Teacher Hou!! You said Old Hou, that guy almost fooled us! He really can't teach you, and he even used your paintings to teach us!"

"Ah?" I was a little surprised.

"What? Later, when I returned to school to teach, your university teacher came to our school and even came to the studio to ask about you. At that time, the walls were all covered with your paintings. Old Hou looked so proud, not to mention how proud he was. Your university teacher was also very surprised when he saw the things you painted in high school. As a result, the two of them started competing with each other, and both rushed to say that you were taught by them. I was so embarrassed at that time."

My professional teacher in college... I can see before my eyes the gentle smiles of my teacher and his wife, as well as his wife’s good craftsmanship. Those are some of the few good memories I have from college.

"Then why didn't we see Sister Yue's paintings?" Wenxuan looked at senior Sui Jing.

"Since Lao Hou retired, I collected all of Rongyue's paintings. Every day when I look at the paintings, it feels like Rongyue is staring at me. I'm so scared! If you guys ask me again why the apple is painted like that, I'll have to make it up. I'm so scared!"

Everyone laughed again, and I laughed too.

"Sister Yue, you are more than qualified to be an artist with your level. Why haven't I seen your works?"

As an artist...works...Actually, I also have works...works that I painted very carefully.

"Sister Yue?!" Wenxuan retorted to me.

I came back to my senses and looked at Wenxuan, he looked at me with confusion.

"Yeah! I'm also wondering. Last time you said that you changed your major to design to make a living, but I just couldn't understand it. Although the designers of Gongyi Group must be paid well, I know that students from the oil painting department of your university are being snapped up to become private painters before they graduate. It's impossible for them to be short of money. You are not telling the truth, Rongyue." The senior also looked at me puzzled.

"..."

Before I knew it, I had reached the part I least wanted to mention.

"No one... no one sponsored me... My family conditions weren't that good, and I couldn't wait any longer. So I changed my major..." I picked up a pen and drew circles in the bucket.

"I've already painted like this in high school... and no one is sponsoring me?"

"how could it be possible?!"

It seems that no one believes it and I can’t think of any reason.

"Nothing is impossible..." I whispered and threw the pen into the bucket.

"I've finished demonstrating. Now it's your turn to draw! If you're not good at drawing lakes, why don't you draw apples? Natural light changes quickly, so this is a good opportunity to practice."

I looked at the people around me.

"Then I'll ask other students to come and draw apples with you! You teach them all." Senior Sui Jing stood up.

"Okay." I nodded.

I sighed. I could feel that Mo Chen had not been looking at his phone. He had been looking at me, but I didn't dare turn around to look at him. I was afraid of meeting his inquiring gaze. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to say anything.

Oil painting brings me many wonderful feelings, but also the most painful blow I have ever suffered. The bad memories of college have been buried in my mind for a very long time. I practiced deliberately to force myself to forget them.

Because if you don’t think about it, it won’t hurt.