You are the sunny scenery in my heart

When Ye Luo knows autumn, she feels that she has been isolated from this world for a long time.If it wasn't for Xin Jing's occasional phone call, I would have forgotten that I still have a little connection with City C.

Just put down Xin Jing's phone again, but saw a strange call coming in: "Hello?"

"An Ji, I'm Gao Ze."

I was so surprised, I almost forgot that I had known such a person before, maybe he never entered my heart deeply.

"what's up?"

"I'm going to hold an art exhibition."

He once promised Sun Hongwei that he would never go to City C again, but Gao Ze couldn't refuse his kindness.

Packed up the house, dressed lightly, and sat on the train.It’s been several months, and I’m going back to this soil again, but it’s impossible to feel a little moved in my heart, like two old friends reunited, with tears in their eyes and endless homework.

I felt that it would be embarrassing for me to appear in front of Gao Ze, so I took Xin Jing together.

"I disappeared for half a year, why did you drag me here and there as soon as I came back?"

"A painting exhibition held by a friend, I am thinking of going to see it with you."

"Who is it?"

"Gao Ze!"

When she and Xin Jing appeared at the art exhibition, they found that their clothes were really out of place here.

Gao Ze came out and looked from a distance, he smiled.Wearing glasses, with black and blue beard on the chin, he called us with a thick voice: "Come here quickly."

Xin Jing whispered beside me, "Is this Gao Ze?"

"Ok!"

"It's clearly half of Zhou Ran."

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at Xin Jing in horror.Gao Ze has come to my side to show us the way.

I don't know much about art, but Xin Jing watched it heartily.A moment of admiration, a moment of praise.

Gao Ze has already gone to entertain other spectators, and Xin Jing is also admiring the works of art.

I can't help thinking about the "half of Zhou Ran" that Xin Jing just said. At this time, through the crowded crowd, looking at the eloquent Gao Ze, there is indeed a little bit of similarity to Zhou Ran.

what is the relationship?

"An Ji, I didn't even know the Gao Ze you were talking about, but it turned out to be Gao Ze, a young painter who has become famous recently!" Xin Jing looked at me excitedly and said.

I took out my phone and searched, and found that Xin Jing's reputation was well established, and now the news about him has been overwhelming.The price is already very high.

At the end of the long gallery stands an oil painting, in which is a golden wheat field, a young boy leaning on the railing, with a hopeful smile on his face, clasped his hands, resting on his chin.His bangs are very flowing, as if they are moving little by little with the breeze in the painting.

Xin Jing walked over, and her eyes were immediately attracted by this distinctive oil painting.Other paintings have their own meaning of existence, either love, irony, or warmth.And in this painting, there is only one boy.That's all.

Xin Jing said, "He loves you."

I turned my head and looked at Xin Jing inexplicably: "What are you talking about?"

"He painted you!" Xin Jing's tone was very firm, and she looked at the painting with piercing eyes.

No matter how you look at it, the boy in the painting bears no resemblance to me except that his figure is about the same as mine.

"From the first time I saw this painting, I was sure that he painted you, and he loved you."

"why?"

"The protagonist in this painting has the same personality as you."

I teased Xin Jing for being able to tear: "Don't tear my clothes!"

"You don't understand art, and you can't see the life of this painting, and the smell it grows, the smell of longing."

Gradually, people began to notice this painting in an inconspicuous place at the end of the gallery. Many people commented on it, but no one said that he was very similar to me.

I pulled Xin Jing away, and before it was about to leave my sight, I looked back at it quietly. Is the boy in that painting really me?

A middle-aged man with a big belly and a slightly bald head appeared in my line of sight with a young and beautiful woman on his arm.Among them, people who are not stupid can see it at a glance.It's just ridiculous, how could such a man have the habit of loving young people's artwork?As expected, he came with the petite beauty beside him.Whichever painting the petite woman points to, the middle-aged man threatens to buy it as a gift for her.

I am not blessed to appreciate the works of art here, but it is interesting to look at this old couple and young wife.

In the end, the petite woman appeared in front of the picture that Xin Jing said was my painting, clamoring to buy it.

Gao Ze walked over and said it was not for sale.

The petite woman looked at Gao Ze with envy and covetousness in her eyes.It turned out that such two people appeared in an art exhibition because of an unexpected heartbeat.

The petite woman approached Gao Ze, put one hand lightly on Gao Ze's arm, and said, "Master Gao, we will give you a price that you are very satisfied with. It may be the sum of all the paintings you have here."

She frivolously called these works of art "paintings", and threatened and lured Gao Ze in the tone of a local tyrant.

"I'm sorry, this painting means a lot to me, and it cannot be measured by price."

The petite woman smoothed things over for herself in embarrassment: "Then can I trouble you to draw a picture similar to this one?"

Some people in the crowd began to mutter: "How can artworks be copied?"

Gao Ze said: "Sorry, I only draw this one in my life!"

This sentence is very sharp, it pierces into my heart, and my whole body trembles.

Later, the middle-aged man threatened to buy the venue for Gao Ze's art exhibition, so that he could no longer hold art exhibitions here, and then the middle-aged man and the petite woman disappeared among all living beings.

Gao Ze wanted to invite us to dinner, I said: "It's a beautiful day, but the meal kills the scenery. You go take care of your spectators, and I have to go to other places to see."

Gao Ze didn't force him to stay, and watched us off with a smile.

"Why didn't you ask him for that painting?" Sitting in a taxi, Xin Jing asked me.

I looked at her and said, "I'm sorry, do you know Xin Jing? I don't think I'm worthy of Gao Ze, his canvas, or his longing. I love Zhou Ran Loved him emotionally, and tried to find Zhou Ran's shadow from him, excited because he was similar to Zhou Ran, and frustrated because he was so different from Zhou Ran.