The peasant boy of crossing

It snowed for two days, and it cleared up on the third day.

Li Xinyi finally finished his "Dream·Day", but even after finishing the painting, he couldn't dig out what he feared or longed for. This painting seemed to have no other meaning, and he suddenly felt a little sad .

Or he should honestly paint something that everyone likes to hear and see, so that the people who see the painting are happy, and he is also happy, instead of trying to express a certain emotion and hope to get resonance from others.

So what kind of painting is valuable?Li Xinyi was puzzled.Although he is creating, he feels that he is far away from art.

Maybe in his previous life, he should have studied aesthetics, learned the art of beauty, and the philosophy of beauty, maybe he would not have such confusion today.

He doesn't know if other creators will feel like him, feel that he is creating a big pile of rubbish, even if some viewers will tell him, I think your paintings are very good, and I am willing to pay a high price for your paintings , but he still feels that he and his paintings are rubbish and not worth it.

This seems to be an endless road. Some people feel happy walking on it, while others feel pain indeed.

Li Xinyi put down her paintbrush, and thought to herself: "Is it still too reluctant?"

At noon that day, Wu Su came back early, not only that, he also carried a jar of wine in his hand.

"Plum blossom wine." Wu Su said with a smile, "It has a cold fragrance of plum blossoms. I think you haven't tasted it before, so I brought it here for you to taste. This kind of wine is not strong, so you can safely drink two more cup."

"Where did you buy it?" Li Xinyi took the wine jar and said, "Why is there such a big jar of wine? It's so heavy!"

Wu Su smiled and said: "A friend gave it to you. When you feel cold, you can warm up a pot and feel comfortable after drinking it."

Li Xinyi said: "Since there is wine, Uncle Zhang just brought wild mountain pork from the market today, shall we roast it and eat it, or cut it into slices and put it in a hot pot to eat?"

Wu Su said with a smile: "It tastes delicious roasted, hot and delicious, whatever is fine, you decide."

Li Xinyi then asked Uncle Zhang, "How does Uncle Zhang want to eat?"

Uncle Zhang said: "Actually, wild boar meat is very tasty after being braised in soy sauce."

Li Xinyi was a little embarrassed: "Then what should I do? It's so hard to choose."

Wu Su smiled and said, "What's the problem? You draw a lottery, and the remaining two lots will be drawn tomorrow."

Li Xinyi then followed Wu Su's method and picked three withered grass roots for Wu Su to choose. The longest one was roasted and eaten, and the shortest one was eaten hot.

"The shortest!" Li Xinyi smiled, "We still eat hot pot today."

"Ah Su." Li Xinyi said to Wu Su, "Have you ever encountered a time when you felt that your article was poorly done?"

Wu Su picked up a piece of meat for Li Xinyi, and said, "Of course there is. Not to mention the past, even now, there are often articles that are not well done, and the teacher criticizes them from beginning to end."

Li Xinyi instantly forgot what she wanted to ask before, and said, "Is the teacher so strict?"

Wu Su smiled and said: "The teacher is strict, so I know the problem of my article, just correct it."

Li Xinyi asked again: "Then do you think writing articles is interesting?"

Wu Su said: "You eat first, I'll tell you after you finish eating all the meat I put in."

Li Xinyi nodded and said, "I'm eating, so tell me quickly."

Wu Sudao: "Writing an article usually needs to solve the topic first, and then think about the succession and transformation. In addition, the concept of the article is also very important. Whether the words are stable or radical depends on the topic."

Li Xinyi said: "You speak simply, it's too complicated for me to understand."

Wu Su said: "Eat first, and I will answer whatever you want to ask after eating."

Only then did Li Xinyi realize that Wu Su hadn't even eaten a bite, so she asked herself patronizingly, "Ahh... I don't eat or sleep, I remember that."

Wu Su said: "It's cold, the soup will be cold when the wind blows, it's not to tell you not to talk."

After eating, Wu Su helped Li Xinyi clean up the tableware, and said, "Why did you suddenly ask about the article?"

Li Xinyi said: "I just want to ask, when you write an article, do you ever doubt yourself, for example, you don't know why you do such a meaningless thing?"

Wu Su said: "I think meaning is given by people."

Li Xinyi asked expectantly: "How to say?"

Wu Su said: "It means that only if you think it is valuable to do it, then it is meaningful. When you think it is worthless to do it, even if it is meaningful to others, it is meaningful to you. not at all."

Li Xinyi said: "What if it is worthless to others, but it may hurt others? Is it meaningful?"

Wu Su said: "It depends on what position you stand on. If it hurts bad people, then it is meaningful. If it hurts innocent people, then it is evil."

Li Xinyi said: "The meaning is really subjective, as if it can change at any time."

Wu Su thought for a while, and said: "You can't say that. For example, the wisdom left by the ancestors can benefit future generations, and it can even be passed on for thousands of years. Then it has always been meaningful and will not change. Even if there is a short-term change, it cannot hide the real value in it."

Li Xinyi shook her head and said: "No, you can change for a while, and you can't change for a while, can't you make it clearer?"

Wu Su said: "It's so hard to tell. If something is valuable, it is meaningful to the beneficiaries."

Li Xinyi gave up communicating with Wu Su. After packing up the kitchen utensils, he brought Wu Su to the painting he made, and said, "Do you think the painting I made is valuable or meaningful?"

Wu Su looked at Li Xinyi's painting, but didn't say a word for a long time.

Li Xinyi looked at Wu Su anxiously, and said, "How is it? Say something!"

Wu Su looked at him with a complex expression, and there seemed to be something flickering in his eyes, was it pity?Li Xinyi shook her head in her heart, did she really draw so badly?

"You can just say it." Li Xinyi said, "I don't know how to do domestic violence, so you can say it boldly."

"Are you lonely?" Wu Su asked.

Li Xinyi shook her head, puzzled and said: "Aren't you right by my side? Why am I so lonely?"

"Do you think..." Wu Su didn't know what words to use to express it, so he suddenly changed the subject and said, "Have you always wanted to know why I am willing to accept you, and when did I like you?"

Li Xinyi was ecstatic and nodded desperately.Is Wu Su willing to say it?Is he willing to talk after seeing this painting?He couldn't help but want to take pictures of his thighs, this painting is so meaningful and valuable!What is there to doubt!

Li Xinyi took Wu Su's hand, let him sit on an armchair, and pulled a round stool over by herself. If it wasn't for the wrong place, he really wanted to ask Wu Su to tell Wu Su his love history from beginning to end. Leaving it out.

Wu Su looked at Li Xinyi's battle, and wanted to help her forehead.Either he couldn't say it, or he was too embarrassed.

Li Xinyi looked at Wu Su and felt that the lack of atmosphere might be the reason, she stood up and said, "Are you thirsty? I'll go get you a cup of tea! How about a glass of wine?"

"No need, I'm not thirsty." Wu Su pulled Li Xinyi's sleeve and said, "Sit down."

"I'm sitting down." Li Xinyi sat down obediently and said, "Please tell me, sir."

Wu Su blushed suddenly. Although he acted thoughtfully and acted with courtesy and manners, he looked very gracious, but in fact he was a little cold in his bones.That is to say, he is more interested in objects than in people.

For Wu Su, he would rather be with books all day long to enjoy the fun of acquiring knowledge.

When Li Xinyi always asks him questions, he will not feel impatient at all, because he often has various questions that cannot be answered.So he hoped that Li Xinyi could get the answer, instead of always being confused by various questions like him.

Except for this emotional issue.

Wu Su could feel from a young age that people around him were very reserved about their feelings.Many emotions, everyone would rather express it, but seldom talk about it.

It was the first time he heard the word "like" from Li Xinyi's mouth.He still remembered the night when the autumn wind brought sweet-scented osmanthus, and he remembered that the eyes of the man in front of him were shining. That night the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, but the man in front of him was even more dazzling than the bright moon.

At that time, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't say a word. The whole person seemed to be drunk, feeling smoky and smoky.

I really don't know what night it is.