embrace the moon

Guan Xiaoli was right, they played different roles in this forum.A painter, a translator, there is no intersection between them.In addition, Jian Qiao didn't take any action, and Gu Yu always evaded. They didn't communicate too much until the end of the forum.

On the day of the last free forum, crowds gathered in tall buildings.

"Jian Qiao!" Chen Fangxu jumped out from behind him, "It's been a long time, it's been a few years, you stinky Taoist priest have come down the mountain?"

Jian Qiao turned around, saw the person coming and smiled, glanced at Gu Yu behind him indiscriminately, and chatted with Chen Fangxu about ordinary things.

Gu Yu glanced at him hastily, then hurriedly lowered his head and walked into the event hall.

Today, he was helping an old professor with gray hair to translate. This person was kind-hearted and amiable. Gu Yu looked friendly and felt that he was slightly similar to his grandfather.

Originally, Chen Fangxu was Jian Qiao's translator, but Jian Qiao could speak Russian himself, so he found another job.Jian Qiao likes to be quiet, wandering alone, and occasionally a senior who appreciates him comes up to say a few words.When I meet a Russian teacher, I can still communicate basically.

Gu Yu didn't think too much about how he would get along with Jian Qiao. In the past, he was always around Jian Qiao, and he had obediently taken every step he should take.This time, Gu Yu wanted to see how Jian Qiao would approach him.

"Little Gu, I'll chat with my old friend. I don't need an interpreter for now, so I won't bother you." The old professor looked at him and said with a smile.

Gu Yu nodded, old friends reunited, maybe they were not ashamed to speak, but others felt uncomfortable when he was around, so they left and walked around.

After he wandered around here in the activity hall and ate something secretly, he was still chewing something furtively in his mouth, and pretended to admire a Chinese painting.

A young Russian student who looked like a student came forward and asked: "Do you also like Chinese painting, sir? I heard that a young artist came to this forum and he painted very well, so I came to learn. I also learn painting. , I really want to become a great painter in the future..."

The student talked endlessly. When Gu Yugang heard the first word, his back stiffened, and he was embarrassed to chew. He turned to look at her with a smile, and nodded approvingly.

"There is a painting table next to it, and some people are drawing and playing there," the student said. "I think you can go and have a look. There were a lot of people around just now."

Gu Yu nodded again with a smile, waved at her, and walked towards the painting platform.It doesn't matter where, but I can't stand here anyway, so as not to be discovered.After Gu Yu left, she immediately chewed and swallowed what was in her mouth, and stood by the painting table and slipped into the crowd, breathing a sigh of relief.

"It's your turn." The person next to him said.

Gu Yu was at a loss, only to realize that there were several people drawing on the table, and he was puzzled: The painting table is so big and there are so many brushes, why are you queuing up?He glanced at the rice paper, everyone had drawn a bird, and he immediately understood that it turned out that the formation was not a line, but a formation.

With the idea of ​​"I, Gu Xiaobao, want to join in the fun", he picked up the paintbrush, dazzled with ink, and picked up the brush.Because of what he has been hearing and seeing for many years since he was a child, these movements look very elegant and skillful.Seeing this posture, the bystanders looked forward to it, thinking that some kind of character was coming, but as soon as they finished writing, the surroundings suddenly fell into a subtle silence.

Gu Yu happily put down the pen, and was about to eat something again, when the student next to him suddenly said, "Teacher, how is the drawing?"

"You draw well," replied a voice.

Gu Yu suddenly raised his eyes, and saw Jian Qiao leaning against the window frame, standing not far from the table, also looking at him.Gu Yu felt ashamed, and when he was about to run away, Jian Qiao suddenly came over and grabbed his arm, with a slight smile in his words, "You are not very good."

"Ah," Gu Yu laughed dryly, "I don't quite understand, sorry to bother you."

Jian Qiao suddenly pulled him to the table, handed him the paintbrush, and said in a warm voice: "Actually, there are many techniques in Chinese painting, and flower and bird painting is no exception. You can't do it in haste, you did a good job."

The students on the side listened carefully, so Gu Yu had no choice but to obediently dye the ink and pick up the pen.

Jian Qiao suddenly leaned closer, with his palms on the backs of his hands, feeling a little cool.

His fingertips paused, and even his heart tightened suddenly, Gu Yu almost lost his grip on the pen.

"Just now I saw your paintings. The biggest problem is that you don't distinguish between seriousness. There must be a difference between the amount of ink used and the thickness." Jian Qiao held his hand and drew smooth and natural lines lightly. He said, "It's like this."

In public places, Gu Yu didn't even dare to look at Jian Qiao more, he was open-minded, how could he be so calm when touching his skin?

Gu Yu played tricks secretly, and exerted some strength in his hand. Jian Qiao held his hand tighter, lifted the paintbrush up a bit, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled imperceptibly, and said, "Hold the brush loosely." , don’t be too tight, this classmate is a wrong example.”

Gu Yu: "..."

After a while, Gu Yu came up with another idea, let go of his hand quietly, and the brush fell on the rice paper, instantly adding a smudge to the bird's beak.

The students sighed with regret, Gu Yu stood up straight, and pretended to apologize with a smile: "Oh, I'm too stupid, it really spoiled everyone's interest, let's take a step first."

Jian Qiao picked up the pen, put it back in his hand, and covered it with his palm again, "If you encounter this situation, you can also remedy it."

He lightly sketched a section of tree branch on the stained place, and said, "This is how Chunyan draws a branch, what do you think?"

Gu Yu gritted his teeth and smiled, "Of course."

"I'll teach you how to draw a flower again." Jian Qiao said.

"I don't have any foundation at all, and I'm afraid of wasting the teacher's time." Gu Yu evaded.

"It's just right to waste it on you," said the classmate on the side, "The negative teaching materials can also be reversed, and everyone will have confidence."

The students nodded.

"The painting is really good," Gu Yu sighed, shaking his head, very sad, "It's a pity that I have no ambitions but no talents, and I have to take care of my disabled brother and sister who haven't even had milk powder. Take a look here. Life is too hard to care about art..."

When Jian Qiao heard this, the movements of his hands paused.

The instigator waited for his answer with a look of spectator.

"If you have the heart, don't be afraid of difficulties," Jian Qiao finally opened his mouth after a moment of silence, "If you are diligent and sensible, come to my studio, and I will take care of your...brothers and sisters."

Gu Yu smirked.

Leaves, fruits, and branches... The force of writing is sometimes gentle and sometimes powerful.The overlapping palms changed from cool to warm.

Jian Qiao put away the pen, pointed to the rice paper, looked at Gu Yu and said, "Give it to you. Life is not easy, and there is still a small market for my paintings. When I am hungry, I sell them and buy something to eat, my sister." You can still eat milk powder. What do you think?"

"Hmm..." Gu Yu nodded respectfully, "Okay."

Jian Qiao nodded approvingly, took out his own seal from his pocket and stamped it on.Gu Yu didn't care about the children standing beside him with glowing eyes, and hastily put away the painting and left.

"Unlucky, I can't beat him," Gu Yu sat alone on the balcony, took a snack and stuffed it into his mouth, aggrieved, "You still laugh at me for eating, eat more, you are blessed, what do you know?"

"Sir, we meet again." The former female student came over and looked at the painting in his hand. "Have you been there to see it? Did you draw it?"

Gu Yu was depressed and didn't bother to hide it. He continued to chew his snacks and handed her the painting.

The female student unfolded the painting and exclaimed: "The painting is really good! I think it is cuter than my professional teacher's painting. Sure enough, Chinese people pay attention to vividness..."

Gu Yu thought to himself that this was just superficial, it would have been many times better without my wise Gu Xiaobao making trouble.He swallowed quickly and explained: "Look at the seal, is it painted by the artist you mentioned?"

The female student was even more pleasantly surprised now, and when she said she wanted to meet him, Gu Yu looked at the light of expectation in her eyes and suddenly felt a little dazed.Once upon a time in the painting boat hall, in the eyes of every student, which one didn't have such a light shining.

"I heard that his level is very high, and his level is extraordinary. I thought it was an exaggeration... I admire him even more now!" the girl said excitedly.

"Everyone who surpasses the ordinary has survived the long ordinary." Gu Yu looked at her holding the painting and smiled, "I give it to you, I wish you a great painter."

After the girl left, Gu Yu lay on the railing, staring at the tall building in front of him.

When he was still studying, he always used to sit in the corner of the last row.Those noisy summer days spent in the classroom, the window he stared at in a daze when he was tired, and the desk lamp that had not been extinguished in the dark at night were all indispensable and indispensable in his life.

Before, Gu Yu never thought about what the future would look like, so he just walked forward step by step.Later, he gradually understood that no matter where he went, no matter which road he walked on, there was always something to see.Don't worry, just take a step.

As for the important conferences he went to later, the research teams he participated in were beyond his imagination when he was young.Occasionally, when I look back, I realize that I have traveled a long way.

You can see that in this busy city, every pedestrian who passes by the intersection in a hurry is slowly growing their powerful and plump wings; In the corners that no one sees, there are the most gorgeous flowers taking root silently.

Looking back at the past, what is more precious than the current self who has been through all kinds of wind and rain is the boy who went barefoot on the road back then.

Gu Yu heard Fang Qing's footsteps, turned his head slightly, and asked without thinking, "Do you smoke now?"

Jian Qiao shook his head and said, "No smoking. How about you?"

Gu Yu smiled, shook his head, and said, "Smoke can ruin your throat, don't dare."

Jian Qiao glanced at him with great interest, "Want to try?"

"I used to think about it," Gu Yu replied, "I don't need it now."

Hearing this, Jianqiao just nodded, and leaned on the railing beside him, looking at the tall buildings outside, without saying a word.

"Jian Qiao," Gu Yu called him suddenly, "Have you ever thought that the future will be like this?"

Jian Qiao thought for a moment, then replied: "Think about it. I have been sure since I was a child that I will achieve great things."

"Tch," Gu Yu smiled, "You're so humble. Is there anything you can't think of in this life?"

"Most things have premonitions, whether it's fame, setbacks, silence, or comeback, and they always go according to the plan," Jian Qiao said, "The only thing I didn't expect at all was meeting you."

Gu Yu turned his head to look at him, and the two looked at each other, their gazes were pulsed, and no one knew the meaning behind them.After a long time, Gu Yucai asked: "Are you talking about the first time, or this time?"

"Every time." Jian Qiao replied.

Gu Yu laughed silently for a while, watching the hurrying people outside.How silly, Gu Yu thought, five years later, he would still fall for his tricks.

Jian Qiao moved closer to him, and when reaching out to touch his fingertips, Gu Yu moved a step, stepped back, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go to work first."

Jian Qiao had no choice but to withdraw her hand, leaning against the railing, hearing the footsteps behind her getting farther and farther away.

The author has something to say: I seem to have misunderstood the word "Qingshui" in the copy, so I will delete it someday. (You know what I mean_(:9」∠)_