month by month

"call."

In the early morning, the hazy yellow sun spread on the originally bright red runway, but at first glance it was glowing dark red.

The thin moisture in the air is attached to the runway and the lawn, and the whole scene has a warm feeling that is completely opposite to the cold air.

Song Qing Xu Chen ran past the old playground to check in, and was suddenly caught by this scene.From his vantage point, even the small uneven particles on the runway were clearly discernible by the sunlight.

When he subconsciously raised his mobile phone to take a picture of this scene, Song Qingxu realized that he was distracted.

Continuing to trot, he clicked on the photo album and looked at the photos he just took, thinking that he could use them in the short video.

This is the inspiration he drew from a small video collection activity. Every month, he edited some interesting or important things that happened that month into videos, and made a series of videos of "college life" to give himself nostalgia for the future .

Of course, there is another very important purpose, which is to send it to parents. Song’s father and mother, who love their children, are always talking about the brothers and sisters every day. When they call, they are all kinds of greetings. Later, Song Qingxu started to send videos, and they felt at ease. Quite a lot.

Sometimes I take a pre-exam photo, or a strange combination of three black cats and three white cats in the grass by the roadside, or a painting I just finished, or the simple scenery I just took.

So Song Qingxu gradually developed the habit of taking pictures casually. It feels wonderful to record his life bit by bit.

But this time when taking pictures, my mind was a little different.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he clicked into the top contact [boyfriend]: {picture}

[The photo just taken is a bit dark, but I think this scene is beautiful. ]

If you send it to your sister, she will reply to him in seconds to "live the life of middle-aged and elderly people in advance", and now he has finally found someone who can share the little happiness in daily life.

Panting, Song Qingxu ran through a few check-in points, filled up the mileage, and then hurriedly finished breakfast in the cafeteria downstairs of the dormitory.

Most of December has passed, and the courses are gradually ending. Some time ago, I was busy with the final homework and papers of various subjects. Now, except for the four exams in January, there are only three classes left per week. Daily life The rhythm suddenly slowed down.

This morning Song Qingxu was going to take Song Qingnuo to the studio run by her mother's old friend Mrs. Xia Bing. In her mother's words, she sent something for her to visit Uncle Xia on New Year's Day. Her studio has been busy all the time. , I can't find time to make a special trip, but it's too casual to send gifts directly.

By the time Song Qingxu rode his nimble little electric donkey all the way to the gate of S, Song Qingnuo had already been waiting there for five or six minutes.

"Let's go!" Song Qingnuo ran over and got on the electric donkey: "It's almost 07:30!"

No wonder they were in such a hurry to get there early, but Xia Bing's studio also had a lot of things to do, and because the intensive training class included art school candidates, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when the studio was closed, and it was not good for the two of them to leave after that. Excuse me.

It happened that Mr. Xia would get to the studio early every morning. The studio started at 9:8 am, and he would be there before [-]:[-] am to prepare for the opening, so he made an appointment to go there earlier.

It was still Song Qingnuo sitting on the back seat and navigating with his mobile phone, Song Qingxu was concentrating on riding the bike, with a large sapphire blue gift box stuck in the basket.

The little eDonkey stopped in front of the studio door of the three-story villa. Song Qingnuo poked his head at the door with the gift box in his hand. Before he could see anything, he was dragged in by Song Qingxu who was following behind.

Teacher Xia happened to be sorting out the works completed by the students yesterday in the lobby on the first floor. When he saw two people coming in, he guessed who they were.

Song Qingxu and Song Qingnuo insisted on helping him tidy up first, and the three of them finished the preparations fairly efficiently, so Teacher Xia dragged them to the reception room of the studio to sit.

Song Qingnuo put the gift box on the coffee table next to Teacher Xia, explaining that it was sent by her mother, and then sat back obediently on the sofa next to Song Qingxu, listening to her brother chatting with him.

In fact, there are so many generation gaps in the middle, Xia Bing's children are all in high school, and he is actually the elder of the siblings, Song Qingxu has to think carefully when speaking, and every sentence is respectful, so the two of them chatted very well. Deep, did not talk too long.

After a while, students from the studio arrived early, Song Qingxu was too embarrassed to continue to disturb, so he wanted to politely get up and say goodbye.

Teacher Xia kindly invited them to go around the studio, have a look around, and treat them to a meal at noon.

Song Qingxu and Song Qingnuo refused for a long time and he didn't let go. In the end, Teacher Xia acted as if I would call your mother if you didn't agree. .

"I don't have to be polite with uncle!"

Teacher Xia waved his hand, "Just look around as if it were your own studio. It just so happened that Xu learned fine brushwork when he was a child. Now the students in the fine brushwork class are preparing works for the end-of-term annual exhibition. They are painting four ancient Chinese paintings Beauty series, you can go and see."

"If you want to draw something, just tell the teacher to sit down and draw, and the tools will be directly used in the studio."

Song Qingxu nodded in thanks, and after Teacher Xia left first, he took Song Qingnuo up to the second floor.

"Uncle Xia and my mother are college classmates, both majoring in traditional Chinese painting and meticulous painting, so the characteristics of the studio are all meticulous brushwork. It's just that after graduating from university, Uncle Xia stayed in the local area, and my mother went back."

Song Qingxu and his sister explained in a low voice, "Later, both of them were planning to open a studio, and they got in touch again. They exchanged some questions about this aspect, and they kept in touch. The gift box sent by my mother this time was a set of Xiaohao and a Inkstone."

While talking, the two had already arrived at the door of the classroom where the "Flower and Bird Class of Meticulous Brushwork" was hung on the door. Song Qingxu kept silent, and Song Qingnuo pointed to the animation sketch class next to him, greeted him, and went in.

Song Qingxu stood at the door of the Gongbi Flower and Bird Class and took a look inside, then walked in lightly.

Song Qingxu painted small portraits of the four beauties, but he did not try large-scale full-body portraits in detail.In the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, I just painted Zhang Da’s old longevity fairy half-way, framed it and gave it to my grandfather, and then followed my mother to draw Zhang Xiaoguanyin.

Sitting at the table by the window was a quiet-looking girl, applying rouge on something.Song Qingxu quietly walked around her, leaning over slightly.

She is drawing the picture of "The Drunken Concubine".The peonies around the characters have been almost dyed, and now the red dress of Concubine Yang Guifei is being painted with rouge. The color has been mixed with a lot of water to make a light dish.

Song Qingxu saw that she was covering it over and over again in a leisurely manner, and when the tail of the clothes was finished, the starting part was already dry, and another layer of light red was attached to it.

If the color on one pass is too heavy, not only is it easy to paint unevenly, but it will also appear too thin, and it is not easy to recolor the areas that should be dyed.

When Song Qingnuo was young, she couldn't bear this process the most, complaining that she was bored. Mother Song had no choice but to let her concentrate on learning Latin dance, and then included Song Qingxu as the only object of care.

Song Qingxu sighed silently in his heart, then went around the classroom and quietly looked at the students' paintings.

The four beauties are painted by older girls, including "Xishi Huansha", "Zhaojun Going out of the Fortress" and "Diaochan Worshiping the Moon".Others painted flowers, birds, and stones.

Looking around, Song Qingxu couldn't help but feel a little eager to start writing.I don't know if Xia Bing greeted the teacher downstairs. Anyway, the Gongbi teacher didn't express surprise at his existence after entering the class.

Satisfied with the identity of this transparent person, Song Qingxu happily went to the cabinet next to the classroom to pick out a manuscript, took a piece of rice paper and clipped it on it, then happily went to fill it with water, and took a few small plates casually and a set of pens, and sat in the empty seat.

Whether it is long or short, one morning is definitely not enough to paint a complete small painting, but it is more than enough to paint a small bird.

Song Qingxu practiced his pen on the waste paper, and tried not to shake his hands for a while before drawing the line.

When it was almost noon, Song Qingnuo went around the studio of the school candidates on the third floor in a bored way. She didn't meet her brother along the way, so she came back to the fine brushwork flower and bird class to take a look.

As soon as I probed, I saw Song Qingxu sitting in front of the table and drawing something. From a distance, it was blue, yellow, red and green. I didn't know what it was, so I slipped over like a thief, not daring to look at her brother's painting. painting.

The painful experience when she was a child told her that if she frightened her brother and caused the pen to crooked and draw wrong, just wait to be beaten.

Song Qingxu's painting of the little parrot was drawing to a close. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that she was approaching but did not speak. She was focused on giving this little parrot a good finish and drawing more delicately.

By the time he took care of the highlights of the little parrot's eyes, the small white hairs on its body, and the tips of its claws, Song Qingnuo already felt that he was going to have difficulty breathing because of the constant depression.

Song Qingxu put the painting aside to work, gestured Song Qingnuo to go out, and then put the paint dish together with the water cup and pen and took it to the sink for cleaning.

Song Qingnuo, who was finally able to breathe heavily, was deeply troubled, and murmured beside him: "Why did you remember to draw? I only drew a little parrot."

Song Qingxu didn't dare to be distracted while holding a bunch of things, but walked quickly to the sink, and heaved a sigh of relief when he put all the things down: "I only have enough time to draw a bird."

As for why it is a parrot, of course it has something to do with the person to give it to — one of the meanings of a parrot is "love".

If it wasn't for the rush of time, he would have drawn a pair of mandarin ducks.

Song Qingnuo didn't delve into it, but simply wanted to chat, and he was so suffocated that he didn't talk all morning.

Returning all the items to their original places, Song Qingxu took a corner of the rice paper and went downstairs to the hall with his sister, waiting for Teacher Xia to finish class without any haste.

Song Qingxu was stuck in the soft sofa for one person, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the little parrot. He originally wanted to send it to Fu Yuan, but changed his mind after putting the picture down - or send it in person, the surprise may be even bigger some.

He sighed regretfully, put his mobile phone on the coffee table, and began to look through a whole stack of portfolios next to him.

Mama Song is good at ancient figure painting, while Uncle Xia is good at small animals.

A picture of a Persian cat playing with a ball of string is included in the album. The furry texture of the kitten is vivid on the paper, and the blue pupils are clear and round. Song Qingxu stared at this page with love for a long time.

Outlining the hair of a cat requires patient strokes of titanium dioxide, and the direction of each stroke must not be wrong, otherwise the hair will feel very messy at a glance after completion.

[Changan Weiming]: Does anyone want to form a team to compete at noon today?

Song Qingxu set the "One World Chang'an" group as do-not-disturb messages. If the phone didn't ring, he naturally didn't know there was news.

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: I fight with my brother

Song Qingnuo was chatting with her best friend, when she saw the group message, she replied almost instantly.

[Changan Weiming]: Can I go now?

[Pink Pig Xiaonuo]: I'll be here soon

"Brother, give me your phone, Fu Yuan will play with us, and I'll help you get in."

While Song Qingxu reached out to unlock the phone with his fingerprint, Song Qingnuo sent a message to his best friend saying that we would talk next time.

After Song Qingnuo uploaded the game, Song Qingxu handed over the phone unhurriedly.

[Pink Pig Xiaonuo] joined the team first, sent a message "wait for my brother", and then the two of them waited for Song Qingxu's game login.Even though 5G is used, the game login speed is extremely slow.

At the moment of boarding, a floating message window popped up on Song Qingxu's mobile phone. At the moment when he saw it clearly, Song Qingnuo wondered if he was dazzled——

[Boyfriend]: Have you talked to your sister?

Song Qingnuo: "..." He clutched his chest, almost suffocating.

What to say to her?What does this "boyfriend" want her brother to tell her? !Who is this person?who is it? !

Song Qingnuo opened the message tremblingly, and then saw a familiar profile picture that matched her brother's profile picture of middle-aged and elderly sunny orange juice: a slice of lime.

In an instant, the cold winter wind penetrated through the thick wall, broke through the heat generated by the air conditioner, and ruthlessly smeared Song Qingnuo's face.

It made her feel like she was in a world of ice and snow.

Then there is the sweetness of knocking sugar spreading.

Then Song Qingxu received a howl from his younger sister: "My dear brother!!!"

The author has something to say: Song Qingxu tilted his head and glanced at the phone, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Understood? Call me sister-in-law."