Horse head wall

The young man who is persistent in painting has a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His facial features are well-rounded and he looks elegant.

"I've been staring at my painting for a long time, and I've come up with some tricks, Yuzi." The young man's palm was stained with gouache paint, and he raised his slid glasses with the back of his hand.

Wang Hongli scratched his head, he didn't seem to know the young man next to him, how did the young man know his nickname?The boy's puzzled look made the young man smile again.

"Don't you recognize me?"

"Hehehe, I can't remember clearly." Wang Hong searched his mind for a long time, but he couldn't remember the black-framed youth in his memory.

The young man reminded helplessly, "Last year, at the Luming Inn, I came to sketch with my classmates from the Academy of Fine Arts."

When Wang Hongli heard the young man help him remember, he repeatedly associated these words.

The willow trees on the shore of the South Lake danced under the wind, and the slender branches caught Wang Hongli's hair. He pushed the willow branches away casually, frowning slightly, last year?Luming Inn?Academy of Fine Arts?

The lively scene of eating at the long wooden table came to Wang Hongli's mind, and he suddenly realized.

"Brother Qi?!" Wang Hongli's voice was full of excitement.

The young man looked at the boy with a smile, "Have you finally remembered?"

Wang Hongli was a little happy, "Brother Qi, when did you come here!"

"I arrived the afternoon before yesterday. I wanted to go to Jingxian Hall to see you, but Grandma Wang said that you and Yaozai went to Huangshan." The young man continued to paint with a brush on the colors in the palette.

"I came back yesterday! Brother Qi, are you going to stay for a month this time?"

"Leave in mid-August." The young man smiled at Wang Hongli, "Take advantage of the long summer vacation to practice more in Pingshan Village."

Wang Hongli likes Xiao Qi's painting style very much.

There are many sketching students in Pingshan Village, with varying levels of skill, including oil painting, gouache, and sketching.Wang Hongli used to call Tao Xuan to watch the students draw together when he had nothing to do. The paintings of teenagers and girls are basically gouache and sketches. Some are beginners and their paintings are still immature. A skilled worker, the painting is good-looking but well-behaved and nothing new.

Xiao Qi mostly paints with water powder, the coloring is not too thick, the lines are smooth and natural, and a little bit of modern realism is added to the painting method of ink and wash Chinese painting.Other students usually paint the whitewashed walls and black tiles and the lotus in the South Lake, or the old locust tree and the clear pond at the entrance of the village, but Xiao Qi will paint the mountains and clouds in Huizhou. The mountains are made of smoke and clouds. The clouds are misty and mysterious, circling the mountains indistinguishably from the real and the false, and the blank space and rendering make the whole painting very aura.

Wang Hongli saw many students' paintings and felt that Xiao Qi's works had the most Huizhou flavor.

More than half of the painting of the young man has been completed, and the outline of the simple horse head wall is emerging, with gray and white as the main color, which makes people feel not dull at all.

Wang Hongli carefully admired the young man's paintings.

Last year, the boy who wandered around behind the young man's butt grew a little bit, and the baby fat on his cheeks was suppressed, "Yuzi, is it because the third year of junior high school is too hard to eat well?"

Wang Hongli, who was studying the painting intently, heard Xiao Qi talking to him, and looked away from the drawing paper to look at the young man.

"No, Grandma cooks differently every day." Wang Hongli said.

"It feels like you are thinner than last spring." The green on the tip of the brush was gently dotted on the painting by the youth.

Wang Hongli pinched his face, but found no change.

"Maybe people tend to lose weight in summer." Wang Hongli grinned.

While painting, the young man chatted with Wang Hongli. They hit it off very well, but most of the topics revolved around painting.

"Hey, Yuzi, don't move." Xiao Qi turned the brush to his left hand, raised his right hand and stretched it to the top of Wang Hongli's head. Wang Hongli didn't know what the young man was going to do, so he didn't move as he was obedient. Dial, and then Shun Shun.

"You have a leaf in your hair."

Xiao Qi held out the hand holding the leaf and showed it to Wang Hongli, it was a willow leaf.

"Maybe it accidentally fell from the willow branch." Wang Hongli didn't care much.

As soon as Tao Xuan walked to the edge of the South Lake, he saw this scene. It was obviously a normal chat and ordinary movement, but it made his throat feel pain.

Wang Hongli would rather be with the students who came to Pingshan Village to sketch than to go to him.

Awan was very reckless when he rushed into the Ren Auditorium, bluffing and excited as if his brother was about to run away from home, and urged Tao Xuan to look for Wang Hongli.

Tao Huan thought that something had happened to Wang Hongli, and immediately started looking for people along the way from Qingchi after hearing what Awan had said.

The young man and the boy chatted happily under the willow tree, and Tao Xuan was standing one or two meters away, but Wang Hongli didn't notice him.Sadness is like scattered cotton wool, blocking the bronchi in Tao Xuan's lungs, making his breathing slow.Unable to suppress the bad mood, it directly turned a handsome face into a gloomy one.

Tao Xuan didn't look any further, turned around and left.

Xiao Qi would move the folding chair to find materials for painting in Pingshan Village every day, and Wang Hongli just ran with him, and didn't bother to be awkward with Tao Yao anymore.

Let nature take its course, Wang Hongli thought.

But more than half a month has passed since Tao Xuan and he came back from Huangshan, and neither of them has looked for the other.

Tao Xuan was still holding his breath at first, seeing that Wang Hongli didn't come to coax him like before, but calmed down. Every day at home, he was either studying high school books, or hiding upstairs to organize the collection of old antiques left by his grandfather.

Wang Hongli followed Xiao Qi to watch him draw during the day, and quarreled with A Wan at night.He still had a relaxed and happy look on his face, and every time he was amused by A Wan, he felt a little empty in his heart, as if the skin and the inside had been completely peeled off, the skin looked very happy, but there was no feeling of happiness in his heart.

Even Grandma Wang and Grandma Tao could see the weirdness of the two boys.Ah Wan didn't care about their awkwardness, if his brother didn't go to play with Tao Yao, he would have more time to play with him, and it was too late for him to be happy.

Ren Auditorium is so close to Jingxian Hall and Jingde Hall. Wang Hongli has not stepped into Ren Auditorium once in half a month, and Tao Huan has never come to play. good.

"Fish!" Grandma Wang called the boy who planted the seeds in the backyard in the main room of Jingde Hall.

A Wan suddenly wanted to plant the watermelon seeds he ate into the soil to see if it could grow watermelons. Wang Hongli felt that the watermelons would only grow if A Wan became a girl.

Planting watermelons with watermelon seeds is really a funny and speechless idea, but Wang Hongli, who has nothing to do, can only play around with his son, digging the soil, and Wang Hongli heard Grandma Wang calling him, "Grandma, what's the matter?"

"Send the barbecued pork buns to the Ren Auditorium to Yao Zai!"

When Wang Hongli heard that he was being asked to go to the Ren Auditorium, he stopped digging the soil immediately, with a dazed expression on his face.

Awan interjected, "Grandma, when did you make the pork buns!" Xiaoluotou shook the soil on his hands and was about to run to the main room to get food, the gluttonous baby Awan's ears were very good.

"Wash your hands!" Grandma Wang patted Ah Wan's little dirty hands, "Young fish! What are you up to?"

"Here we come." Wang Hongli came slowly from the backyard.

"You send this."

Grandma Wang babbled, and stuffed the bag containing pork buns into Wang Hongli's hand.

"Yuzai likes to eat tea and sweets, and I specially added a little more sugar to the pork meat stuffing. I think you two have been ignoring each other for several days. What's the matter with you?"

Wang Hongli faltered, "It's nothing, it's just that I don't have time to play with Brother Qi after watching his paintings these days."

"Be good with Lianzi, don't always be angry with me and you between good friends, even a good brother can't stand such tossing." Grandma Wang earnestly said.

Wang Hongli responded repeatedly, walking the few steps from Jingde Hall to Ren Auditorium as slowly as a kilometer.

"The fish is here?" Grandma Tao was cleaning the Ren Auditorium, when she saw Wang Hongli coming, she greeted her.

"Grandma Tao, I'm here to deliver pork buns."

"Yuzai is upstairs, I told him to come down." Grandma Tao put down the broom and went upstairs.

Wang Hongli opened his mouth, he was going to give the barbecued pork to Grandma Tao directly, but for some reason, it didn't stop Grandma Tao from calling Tao to come down.

It's been a long time since I saw Tao Xuan. For the past half month, the two of them have avoided each other, as if they were determined not to communicate with each other. The two families are so close that they didn't even see each other.

The people upstairs thumped down the steps and turned around the carved screen. Tao Xuan still looked obedient and good-looking, and he looked at Wang Hongli calmly.

"You guys play, I'll go to Aunt Li to get something." Grandma Tao walked out of the Ren Auditorium with a basket.

One of the two boys stood in the main room and the other stood in the courtyard, staring wide-eyed.

Wang Hongli couldn't bear it anymore.

"My grandma made you pork buns." He put the bag on the table, told Tao Xuan and wanted to leave.

As soon as he turned around, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes.

"Rhubarb is gone." The voice behind him was muffled.

Wang Hongli didn't remember that he was in a cold war with Tao Xuan anymore, his heart tightened, and he turned back, "What's wrong with Dahuang?!"

"It's been a week, and it hasn't been to the Ren Auditorium. At first I thought that Rhubarb was playing outside and forgot, but then I didn't see it in the village for seven days."

"Grandpa Liu said that the rhubarb might be lost. I don't know if it was abducted or lost by himself." Tao Xuan's eyes were a little red.

Wang Hongli was also sad. Rhubarb had been with the children in the village for so many years, and the chubby puppy had long been a part of their growth. "Have you searched all over the village?"

"Well, I searched all over."

The two were silent for a while.

The drafty people are very comfortable, Wang Hongli broke the silence, "The barbecued pork buns are still hot, you hurry up and eat, I'll go first."

Before the boy could walk out of the Ren Auditorium, he was pulled back by Tao Yao. Tao Yao closed one of the wooden doors, and pulled Wang Hongli to the half-closed door. Wang Hongli was caught off guard by his actions, and before he could react, he was hugged by Tao Yao with a full heart.

Wang Hongli struggled twice but did not break free, "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sad." Tao Huan's aggrieved voice made Wang Hongli feel guilty again for no reason.

As if they could communicate with each other, Wang Hongli's mood was as depressed as Tao Xuan's, as if only a hug could relieve the confusion in his heart, Wang Hongli closed his eyes and didn't think about anything.

The temperature of physical contact comforted the soul and silently melted the ice of the cold war.

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Grandma Wang burst into tears: I have to pay for the sins I made, and I have to break up the ones I made up with my own hands (sorry I spoiled the spoiler)