Rebirth of the Painted Soul

After Liang Hanqing woke up, she dug out two packs of green tea from the small cabinet in the hotel, turned on hot water, and tore open the tea bags.Liang Hanqing sat on the bed, looking out of the window absentmindedly.

Qi Hengzhi went out this morning before he got up, and left a note saying that he was going to buy breakfast. In fact, Liang Hanqing knew that he was going to watch the list.He didn't want Liang Hanqing to see that he was not on the list in person, so he went secretly by himself.

There was a lot of steam coming out of the electric kettle, and the water boiled with a soft "pop".

Liang Hanqing got out of bed and poured scalding hot water into two white porcelain cups. The tea in the cups was dry and inconspicuous at the bottom of the cups, but with the injection of hot water, each one seemed to be knocked. Like medicine, it floated to the surface of the water alive and well, becoming oily and lovable.

Liang Hanqing put the lid on the cup, put the two cups of tea to cool down, and climbed onto the bed again. This time, instead of continuing to be in a daze, he scooped up a book beside the pillow and slowly opened it.

Liang Hanqing loves reading very much. It can be said that besides painting, his other hobby is reading.

He is a quiet person, but he loves the noisy world in the book even more. There is no sound, but it is very lively.The words are mixed and arranged one by one to form a meaningful speech, which is thought-provoking.

The book he was scooping up was the "Stories Behind Those Paintings" that he had just bought not long ago.

Looking at the little-known stories behind the famous paintings, Liang Hanqing breathed out lightly. People's eyes are sometimes the angels who save the painters, and sometimes the devils who want to drag people into hell, just like Van Gogh , His paintings were not paid attention to and loved by people during his lifetime, but he did not expect that his paintings would become known to all women and children after his death. "Starry Night" and "Sunflower" are all products of his extreme depression.It has to be said that Van Gogh was a truly persevering person. Even if he was mentally ill, he still faced each of his works with a hundred times more enthusiasm.

I don’t know how many people like Van Gogh love painting with their lives.

What about him?Can he love with his life like Van Gogh?Not mixed with any, other things.

Can he?

The answer is, it's hard.

It's really tough.

Touching the "Peonies and Roses" on the book, there was a slight knock on the door, and someone was knocking on the door.

Putting down the book in his hand, Liang Hanqing got out of bed, and leaned over the peephole on the door to see that it was Qi Hengzhi who was going to buy breakfast.

Qi Hengzhi held a fragrant, soft and steaming steamed bun in his right hand, and a bag in his left hand, which contained delicious preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

"Eat something. You didn't eat last night." Putting down the steamed buns, Qi Hengzhi found two more paper cups to hold the porridge.

"En." Liang Hanqing moved the chair to the front of the table, opened the bag, and a scent rushed to his face, making his stomach growl.

Picking up a small round bun with chopsticks, Liang Hanqing leaned forward and took a small bite, the dough was very firm.After eating one, he found that Qi Hengzhi was still busy wandering around the room, so he picked up another one, handed it in front of Qi Hengzhi, and said, "It's delicious, don't be too busy, sit down and eat."

Qi Hengzhi stared blankly at the white bun in front of him, steaming and round.He knew it was very fragrant. Look at the pair of chopsticks, those chopsticks with Liang Hanqing's smell, are they also very fragrant?By coincidence, Qi Hengzhi bit the bun on the chopsticks, and his lips seemed to touch the chopsticks unconsciously.

After Liang Hanqing fed one to Qi Hengzhi, he turned around and ate it by himself, while Qi Hengzhi was still in a daze, chewing the buns mechanically in his mouth, he didn't know the taste, and his mind kept thinking about the moment when his lips touched the chopsticks just now. moment.

Shaking his head, and putting aside those charming and strange thoughts, Qi Hengzhi sat down pretending to ignore, handed Liang Hanqing a cup of poured porridge, and broke off a pair of chopsticks to eat himself.

After the two had dinner, they sat on the two chairs beside the bed, and each of them held a cup of brewed tea with just the right temperature, and slowly sipped it.

"Wait for me at the hotel, shall I go shopping at noon or go out to eat together?" Qi Hengzhi asked.

"Let's go out to eat together. After all, this is the last day in S province." Liang Hanqing said with a smile.

Qi Hengzhi put down the cold tea, lowered his eyes, and said, "Well, I'll call you after the competition at noon."

With a "click", the door opened.Liang Hanqing turned her head slightly, Qi Hengzhi's back disappeared behind the door, and the door closed gently again.

After closing her eyes and taking a sip of the fragrant and astringent tea, Liang Hanqing silently wished you success in her heart.

Today is the last day of the national competition. Presumably, the examination room must be quite lively. There will be reporters walking through the crowd with long guns and short cannons, and there will be candidates with joyful or lonely faces.

There are only ten people left, you have to work hard.

Holding a white porcelain cup, Liang Hanqing walked to the window and looked at the pedestrian shops downstairs, feeling a little dazed.He can only go so far.

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There were only the last ten people left in the examination room, Bai Xiaoxiao and Shen Chao were there.

After Qi Hengzhi ordered the drawing paper, he sat in a corner by himself, leaning against the wall with his long legs dangling.

The competition has not officially started, and several contestants are chatting. They all know that those who can reach this stage already represent the highest level of youth painting in the country. They are all getting to know each other, so that they can be together in the future. Lay the groundwork.

Qi Hengzhi didn't do anything, just sat in the corner staring at the drawing paper in a daze, Bai Xiaoxiao also saw Qi Hengzhi, but because Shen Chao was there waiting for an opportunity, as long as Bai Xiaoxiao took a step in that direction, Shen Chao would probably also Followed by a step, so she didn't come up to chat with Qi Hengzhi.

He knew about Liang Hanqing. In the gouache in the semi-finals yesterday afternoon, Liang Hanqing fainted. She was a little worried, but because of some delays, she didn't go to see him. She sighed secretly, Liang Hanqing was really unlucky.

The exam questions are announced, very simple, just two words: "beautiful"

Qi Hengzhi's pen was hanging on the yellowish paper, and he couldn't put it down, he was conceiving, he was thinking, what is beautiful, as for him, what is it.

This is an abstract subject.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes flashed into his mind, followed by pink lips, and then, a pair of slender, white, beautiful and soft hands.Once it was out of control, everything about that person rushed to him.

Qi Hengzhi trembled slightly as he scooped up the pen, and accidentally drew a few faint lead marks on the paper.

What is beautiful to him, is it that person?

Qi Hengzhi clenched the pencil in his hand, his knuckles turned white, he closed his eyes and frowned.

Does he really have feelings for that person?Or is it just a little teenage delusion.

I struggled for a while.Zuo's clenched fist suddenly dropped powerlessly, and the shattered 2b pencil inside fell to the ground.

Qi Hengzhi opened his eyes, there was a thin brilliance in his eyes, as if something was different.

Resigned to fate, counting down the details of being with that person, I just have feelings for that person.

Picking up a pencil again, this time, Qi Hengzhi stopped hesitating, quickly settled on a point, and began to take shape.

What is his best?

His smile?His stillness?Or his seriousness?

The pen in the hand does not stop.

It is his stillness.

He stood by the window, the sun outside the window shone on his face, a thin layer of shimmer refracted down, he held a paintbrush full of color in his hand, and held a colorful toner in his other hand. color wheel.He was facing the drawing board with a calm and peaceful expression on his face.

It is so quiet, so beautiful.

A slender figure, soft black hair, and a gentle and gentle profile, all vividly appear on the paper.

The last stroke lightly polished the man's star-like eyes, the first round of the final was over.