tomb bed

17.

Not long after the school started, the school was going to hold an art exhibition, and Yang Qizheng was stuffed with a leaflet on the way to the cafeteria.

The elementary school girl who handed out the leaflets said enthusiastically: "Student, you must go to see this art exhibition. Our school has collected amazing masterpieces that have appeared in the art department in recent years. You know that there was a student who applied to drop out of school and was repeatedly persuaded by the school to stay. Senior? The tutor took the initiative to teach at his home, and his paintings are also in it."

Then the school girl thought about it: "It seems to be called... Xie Qian..."

Yang Qizheng shook his hand holding the flyer, thinking it couldn't be such a coincidence.However, he turned his bike around and found the art exhibition according to the address on the leaflet.

The paintings in the exhibition are classified by author, and Yang Qizheng went directly to the place where "Xie Qian" was written.The entire art exhibition is designed in a convex shape. Xie Qian's is located in the very center of the exhibition, where the word "convex" protrudes. The left and right sides are full of paintings, but only a small one is hung at the end, and there is a large area of ​​empty walls around it.

Most of those paintings are black and white landscapes and ancient cities, with dense lines but not complicated, artistic conception from a distance and mystery in close view, as large as a piece of sky and as close as a brick. Yang Qizheng seems to understand why Xie Qian is so valued by the school.

Because it was lunch time, there were almost no people in the art exhibition, so Yang Qizheng just focused on looking at the paintings. Unexpectedly, he bumped into someone at the end of the painting, and scratched his arm at the corner of the painting frame.

The man was wearing a white coat, adjusted his glasses and said politely: "I'm really sorry, are you okay?" Seeing the wound on Yang Qizheng's arm bleeding, "Student, your arm..."

"Ah? I'm fine, I...you?"

The man took a box of Andofol out of his pocket and stuffed it in his hand.

"I'll use this to disinfect the wound later. I'm an infection doctor, and I accidentally knocked you down just now when I was in a hurry to go back to the hospital." The man explained with a smile, "There are very few people who come to see the painting at this point, Classmate, you are quite caring." He raised his hand and looked at his watch, said hello to Yang Qizheng and left.

Yang Qizheng looked at the back of Yuan Qu, and a name popped up in his heart, but he was not sure.He walked under the painting at the end and found that it was actually a watercolor painting without a name. In the painting was the back of a big boy leading a little boy.

The name of the painting is written in the corner: Tomb Bed.

Yang Qizheng thought the name was strange, but the painting looked very warm.When I got to the door, I suddenly remembered the poem that Xie Qian read on the top of the mountain that day, and hurried back to stare at the painting.Noticing something, he took down the painting, and sure enough, he saw the handwriting written with a pen on the back of the painting.

Xie Qian said that was Xie Tian's last words that night, and he was out of breath before he finished reading in his arms.

The handwriting was clear, one stroke at a time:

The time is up, the world is long

I should rest in the middle

Passers-by say the branches are low

People who pass by say that the branches are growing

The author has something to say:

It's over, thank you.