The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

Lu Chenfeng raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, took the brush and asked, "Are you sure? What if I can't draw well?"

"The present is from you." Lin Chaosheng gave up his seat to Lu Chenfeng, "Of course you have to come."

Lu Chenfeng didn't refuse. He sat down and moved his right wrist twice. The outer wall of the small flower pot is smooth, which is more difficult than painting on a flat surface: "What do you want me to draw?"

Lin Chaosheng said: "You decide."

Holding the ending of the dissipated words, the first scene that popped into Lu Chenfeng's mind was the back of Lin Chaosheng leaning on the railing and staring at the mountains and seas on the roof of the inn after the Qingming rain.Hanging his eyes to interrupt his thoughts, Lu Chenfeng recalled the scenery photos on the corridor wall, dipped the blue paint, hovered the pen tip, and then wrote very steadily. Even if he was drawing on a curved surface, the lines were still neat and smooth, and the coast was outlined with a few strokes. Outline.

Then there's the green, rolling hills to perfection.

Lin Chaosheng stared at the small flowerpot covered with layers of color, and asked suddenly: "Does your profession have anything to do with art?"

Glancing at Lin Chaosheng's wry smile in surprise, Lu Chenfeng asked back: "Even if it is, is it necessary to be so surprised?"

"Of course." Lin Chaosheng sighed and said, "People who study art are best at sketching and sketching. They are generally very sensitive and keen on the structure of the scene, the level of color, the angle of light and shadow, etc., and their aesthetic vision is relatively strict. Don't those few photos become a 'hands-off' in front of professionals?"

"I actually like your composition very much." This compliment refers to Lin Chaosheng's new work. Even if he chats, Lu Chenfeng still keeps writing, and his attention is still focused on the utensils in his hands. As an elective major in the university, I often do some design now."

Lin Chaosheng asked curiously, "Which type is it?"

Lu Chenfeng smiled modestly: "You won't be interested."

Half a quarter of an hour later, a picture of mountains and seas was completely displayed on the small flower pot. Lu Chenfeng examined it with his eyes, looked around, and always felt that the position of the sky should not be left blank, as if something was missing.

Without much effort, Lu Chenfeng selected materials from memory, poked the pen tip into the orange-red paint pot, and said casually: "On the way from Dali Airport to Erhai Lake, the taxi driver told me something."

Lin Chaosheng answered, "What is it?"

Lu Chenfeng: "He told me that when you see colorful clouds over the Erhai Lake, you can make a wish on it, maybe it will come true."

When talking about this topic with Lin Chaosheng, Lu Chenfeng remembered the first photo the other party hung in the corridor, the content was very simple, only a few orange-red clouds glowing faintly.He couldn't help wondering whether Lin Chaosheng made a wish at that time, and what kind of wish he made.

Lin Chaosheng: "How did you reply to him?"

"Obviously, the realization of the wish has nothing to do with it, it's just a superstition." After explaining his inner thoughts, Lu Chenfeng asked, "What's Boss Lin's opinion?"

Lin Chaosheng's answer was unexpected by Lu Chenfeng: "I just think that everything that can comfort the soul is worth believing."

The depressed wrist paused for a moment, Lu Chenfeng didn't dare to distract himself too much, but Lin Chaosheng's answer did go through his mind, so that he finally realized the "beautiful" that the driver said after so long. .

"It's almost there." Lu Chenfeng put down his paintbrush, and handed the small flower pot to Lin Chaosheng, "The painting is not good, so be tolerant."

Lin Chaosheng accepted it with satisfaction and said, "You are too modest."

Huang Chenfeng brushed the dust off his cuffs: "It's fine if you don't dislike it."

The dusk was getting late and the night was changing. Stepping on the tail of the setting sun, the two walked towards the inn together.There are only a few businesses left on the street, and the quiet atmosphere can hear children's play from time to time. Lin Chaosheng is holding a small flowerpot in his palm, shaking it left and right, and is physically drying the paint on the surface.

Lu Chenfeng pursed his smile, deliberately teasing him: "Are you tired? Let me help you lift for a while."

"No need." Lin Chaosheng's eyes moved following the pattern on the flowerpot, "I'm not tired."

Lin Chaosheng went back to his room after dinner, Lu Chenfeng already knew about his daily routine, so he didn't bother him anymore.Pushing open the door of his room, the suitcase was spread out on the ground, he walked around the cabinet to the balcony, folded the clothes washed by hand yesterday and packed them into boxes.

I slept too much during the day, so I'm afraid I don't feel sleepy this night. Lu Chenfeng is used to catch up on sleep on the plane, so he decided to go to the lobby to kill time.

Jian Yi left him a chandelier on the top of the bookshelf, and signaled that Chenfeng Lu could call him anytime he needed.Lu Chenfeng thanked Jian Yi for the green orange tea he brewed for him, and said "good night" softly.

Opening the drawing book, Lu Chenfeng examined his design, and what appeared on the paper was a red sapphire necklace.It's stunning enough, extravagant enough, and unforgettable enough at first glance, but apart from the same luxurious feeling, Lu Chenfeng can't find out what's so exciting about this work.

In other words, it is missing its own unique things.

Once he fell into deep thinking, it was difficult to break away from it in a short time. When Lu Chenfeng put down the pencil without finding anything, the hour hand on the dial had passed zero.The darkness outside the window flooded into the room, and Lu Chenfeng rubbed his face wearily. Every time his inspiration was limited and unsustainable, his heart would always be filled with great loss and depression.

The way to save himself is to relieve stress by reading. Lu Chenfeng got up and stretched his pantothenic shoulders and arms, and looked up to sift through the books on the bookshelf.Almost subconsciously controlled, his eyes precisely locked on the thick cowhide book next to the guest book, and he raised his hand to pull it out, intending to satisfy his curiosity before leaving "Jiaxi".

There was no words on the cover. When Lu Chenfeng opened the first page, a line of powerful handwriting came into view: To the best Lin Chaosheng.

Lu Chenfeng's eyebrows twitched suddenly, he suddenly felt that this book was a bit hot, he didn't think he should flip it, after all, it was written for Lin Chaosheng by someone else.

Immediately afterwards, looking down, he found a few small characters at the bottom, and Lu Chenfeng took a closer look: Allowed to read :)

The little smiley face at the end was too playful, Lu Chenfeng raised the corners of his lips, thought for a moment, guessed that other books would not be able to be read for a while, since the owner of the book allowed to read, he planned to continue reading.

The text on the new page did not read two lines, Lu Chenfeng checked the contents of the next few pages suspiciously, if there is no mistake in distinguishing, the contents of this notebook are all written by Lin Chaosheng to himself.

Most of the excerpts are from movies and celebrity works, and a small part involves musicals and poems.Lin Chaosheng selectively used the copied text to correspond to the mood of the day, and attached a few thoughts and comments at the end.

Lu Chenfeng turned back to the first page, only to realize that his mood was no longer calm, his thoughts were firmly wrapped in this notebook, and he was destined to read every word on it into his heart.

The content of the first excerpt is relatively small. It is a libretto from the oratorio of the late Baroque composer Handel, which is an excerpt from "Messiah".

Every valley shall be filled / every mountain shall be leveled / the high and the low shall be level / the rough shall be plain

The meaning was vague, so Lu Chenfeng took out his mobile phone and clicked on the webpage, and found this aria. The scene it described was: God paved a road in the desert and led his people back to their hometown.

Lin Chaosheng's comment is the same as the original text, with only one sentence: "Every one of us is in a deep valley, and we long for the gods and time to smooth everything out."

The date and place are written at the end, and Lu Chenfeng opened his eyes slightly at the end of the reading, and suddenly tightened his eyebrows——Lin Chaosheng, January 2016, 1, in Beijing.