Red Red

In a blink of an eye, late autumn has arrived.The leaves on the boulevard leading to the health center turned yellow and fell one after another.Several orange osmanthus trees in front of Xiaojiao’s house bloomed, and the refreshing fragrance drifted away with the sea breeze, permeating the entire Songshan Island.

One day, a painter came to the island. It is said that he came from a big city. He was tall and thin, and he was always wandering around with a portfolio and a camera on his back.

He likes to take pictures of the scenery of the island with his camera, and also likes to take pictures of the innocent smiles of the children.But there is only one person who can enter his painting, and that person is Shen Ju'an.

It was a coincidence that this painter went to the higher school Shen Juan was studying at that time two years ago.At that time, he was teaching children to paint as a volunteer. Shen Juan was the only child who drew his artistic conception, so he had a good impression of him.

He was later transferred to work in the national government, and he started a life of traveling and gathering.

When I came back to Songshan Island this time, I wandered to the school on the island by accident. Hearing the sound of books inside, I felt refreshed.He stood outside the classroom door waiting for them to finish class, then gathered the children together, said he was taking pictures for them, and then shook the camera in his hand.

The children on the island had never seen such a high-end gadget, and they were all aroused with curiosity.I only heard that the machine in the photo studio can take pictures, but I didn't expect that this thing hanging around the neck can also take pictures.Everyone was happy, so they followed the artist's arrangement and stood under a plane tree together.

Originally, Shen Juan didn't participate, but it happened that he was on duty that day and passed by the plane tree with a broom.The painter saw it at a glance and saw that the child Zhang was handsome and handsome, so he said hello and invited him to take a group photo with him.

But Shen Juan didn't have much interest, he shook his head and said: "But I have to go back to sweep the floor, I will be scolded tomorrow if I don't finish sweeping."

Only then did the artist realize that he looked familiar. He never forgot those eyes that were pure and shining like stars, because he also helped Shen Juan take a photo alone back then.

The painter tentatively asked, "Your name is Shen Ju'an, right?"

"Well, yes, how do you know my name? Do I know you?" Shen Juan shook the broom with a puzzled face.

"It's really you." The painter was overjoyed. "Of course you know me. I even taught you how to draw. Two years ago, in Fuzhou."

"Fuzhou?" Shen Ju'an thought about it seriously, but still couldn't remember it.I was eight years old two years ago, and met so many people every day, how could I remember them all.

Seeing his ignorant expression, the artist smiled lightly and said, "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. You must have forgotten me..."

While talking, the person standing next to him waiting to take pictures anxiously asked, "Uncle, do you still want to take pictures?"

The painter turned his head to look over, and hurriedly replied: "Take a photo, take a photo, why not take a photo." Then he looked at Shen Ju'an: "Do you want to go together?"

Shen Juan shook his head: "No, I still have to sweep the floor."

After that, he hugged the broom and trotted towards the classroom.

Looking at his lively back, the painter couldn't help laughing secretly: "What a sincere boy."

After school, a wave of figures came out from the school gate.Shen Juan was wearing an army green shoulder bag, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and ran to the west of the coast.When he ran to an open place, he stopped again, bent over to pant for a while, and then continued to run.

The orange-red sun slowly set in front of him, and the afterglow dyed the sea level into a picture scroll, which was extremely beautiful.

Suddenly there was the ringing bell of a bicycle beside him, Shen Juan slowed down and turned his head to look, and found that Jiang Weidong was riding a broken bicycle that he stole from nowhere, and he was in good spirits.

He stepped beside Shen Ju'an and joked, "Child, where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

"I'm going to my mother's place!"

Shen Juan panted slightly.

"Oh, I'm going to see Aunt Zhang. It's still a long way away. Come on, I'll take you there. Don't worry, I decided not to go over the ditch again this time."

"you sure?"

"Hey, when did my words ever lie?" Jiang Weidong slammed on the brakes, raised his face and said.

"All right!"

Shen Ju'an knew that he couldn't hold him back, so he had no choice but to give in.The reason for not taking another car is that apart from the risk of overturning in the ditch; there is also the fact that the rear seats of the two broken cars have been repaired, and the iron sheet on which they are placed is uneven, making them uncomfortable to sit on.

Just as he was about to cross his legs and sit down, a voice came from behind him: "Shen Ju'an!"

The two of them heard the reputation together and looked over.I saw a middle-aged man, carrying a portfolio, riding a bicycle, facing the sea breeze and the setting sun, coming towards the two of them.

That's right, that person is the lingering painter.

He stopped beside the two of them and asked Shen Ju'an: "Are you going home?"

Shen Ju'an shook his head blankly: "No, I'm going to see my mother."

"Oh, your mother is also on the island?"

"Ok!"

Jiang Weidong lowered his head and asked, "Who is he?"

The man heard this, and before Shen Ju'an could answer, he said first: "I'm a painter from the provincial capital. What about the daily newspaper?"

Jiang Weidong said that he didn't cut his face. He glanced at the painter from head to toe, and said in a strange way: "Painter, do you look like you?"

"Yes, that's it!"

"Oh, you're so sissy..." Jiang Weidong sneered after saying that.

The painter was impatient when he heard the words, and he couldn't refute anything, so he just pretended that he had never seen the world.I could only sneer in embarrassment.

Jiang Weidong turned to Shen Ju'an and said, "Sit up, it will be dark if you don't leave."

"it is good!"

But just when Shen Juan was about to sit on it, the painter at the side quickly held his hand and said: "Hey, how about this, sit on mine, you show the way, I will step on it very quickly." After speaking, he looked expectant.

Shen Juan turned his head and looked at the bicycle he was riding under him. It was indeed much better than Jiang Weidong's two broken bicycles. The most important thing was that the back seat was brand new, very smooth, without any raised iron sheets.Based on this, Shen Ju'an still couldn't refuse his invitation.

So he put his backpack on and walked towards the painter, ignoring Jiang Weidong's posture of about to set off.

He sat on the back of the painter's bicycle and said yes.

The artist reminded him to sit still, then put his foot on the pedal, kick hard, and the bicycle slipped forward.

Looking at the backlit backs of those two people walking against the afterglow of the setting sun, Jiang Weidong felt very uncomfortable.I always feel that my hot face is stuck on my cold butt.

So I wanted to turn around angrily, but I turned around and thought, what if that guy is a liar sent by a certain organization in the city to trick this kind of innocent and good-looking kid into selling it, wouldn't it be bad .

So he hurriedly pushed the car forward and ran a few steps forward. After gaining strength, he raised his foot and sat on it. Then he stood up and stepped on the wheels vigorously, trying to catch up with the two people in front of him.

Shen Ju'an sat in the back seat and watched the churning waves of the sea, feeling extremely at ease.

The painter wanted to talk to him, but the wind was so strong that he couldn't hear what he said.

After riding for a short time, I turned a corner along the locust forest and saw a stone house full of creepers.

Shen Ju'an touched the painter's back, pointed to the front and said, "Just get there!"

Although the voice was blurred by the wind, the painter knew what he wanted to say.He turned around and rode into the flour mill.

After braking the car, Shen Juan hurried down, trotted to the private room to take a look, but did not see his mother.Then he asked the worker next to him, "Auntie, where did the person sitting in this place go?"

"She, she's back from get off work."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

Shen Ju'an turned around and thanked the painter, then ran to the side road.

The painter didn't know what he meant, and immediately followed.

There is a broken tile house surrounded by a fence beside the path, which is the house assigned to Zhang Xian to live in.The inside is shabby and shabby, and although it is not far from Jiang's house, it can only be visited during the monthly family leave.

Shen Ju'an ran to the door and opened his mouth to call his mother.

Zhang Xian came out after hearing the sound. After several months of labor, the skin on her face became rough.

She greeted her son and hugged her son. On weekdays, Shen Juan often ran here, mainly to see her.But as a mother, how can you think of seeing your children too often, even if you don't see them for a day, it's like three autumns.

The painter also followed, seeing the mother and son sympathizing with each other, his heart was inevitably touched.He raised his camera and took a picture of the two hugging in the sunset.

This move of the painter attracted the attention of the mother and son, and they looked at the painter together.

The painter parked his bicycle, walked towards the two of them, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just saw that this picture was so beautiful that I couldn't help but took it. But don't worry, wait until the photo is printed out. , I will definitely send it to you right away.

Zhang Xian asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"

"Oh, hello, I'm a painter from the provincial capital, my name is Fang Cheng, and I'm looking for Shen Ju'an to be my model. You know the model, right?"

"Yes, I know!" Zhang Xian nodded.

The painter said again: "Oh, that's great. Both of you mother and son are really handsome. I just want to find someone like you as a model. I don't know if you two are willing."

Zhang Xian glanced down at Shen Ju'an, and then said back: "I'm sorry, I'm usually very busy, I'm afraid I don't have time for you to draw. But my son is fine. If you want to find him, you can go to his school."

The painter heard this and said happily: "That's really great. I, I knew your family Shen Ju'an before. When I was teaching in Fuzhou, I happened to teach him how to paint."

"Really, that's a coincidence."

Since it was so predestined, Zhang Xian became happy when she heard it.In this huge Songshan Island, besides Su Lan, it is really not easy to find someone who can chat with someone who can also speak humorously.

She hurriedly led the painter into the room to sit, and she said embarrassedly: "My room is arranged by the superiors, it is a bit broken, please don't mind."

The painter followed Shen Ju'an into the room, and sneered: "Look at what you said, why would I mind. Hey, I didn't expect the inside to be cleaned so clean and the decorations to be so sentimental, it's really unique."

This exaggeration made Zhang Xian very happy. It had been a long time since someone had said such a good thing. Even if it was a polite one, he was happy to hear it.

So he smiled and arranged for him and Shen Juan to sit down, and when he ran to the kitchen to get hot tea, there was a sound of brakes outside the door.