A box of light gray blue

half an hour ago.

With a small notebook in his arm, Fu Zhongzhou swayed to the door of the antique shop humming a little tune.The shopkeeper is an old man in his 80s, with a gray stubble that hasn't been trimmed, and a faded liberation cap on his head.He sat on a bamboo chair basking in the sun with a relaxed expression.

Probably because he has been close to his grandfather since he was a child, so he likes dealing with the elderly very much.

"Old man, where did you get these things?"

He knelt down, pointed to those antique bronze vessels, and asked loudly.

"I used to make it at home," the old man's voice was as hoarse as if a bellows had been broken, and his cloudy eyes rolled around to look at Fu Zhongzhou. "There are some that have been handed down from our ancestors!"

Fu Zhongzhou glanced over a group of wine glasses, bracelets and hairpins, and stopped on a pair of rings in the corner.He didn't know what the pair of rings were made of, he didn't understand them, he just felt that they were very worn.The cyan metal has lost its luster, but the blue agate inlaid on it is very beautiful.

"Do you want to buy it?" The old man raised his drooping eyelids.

Fu Zhongzhou pushed his glasses and discussed with him with a smile. "Well, if you sit on this chair for half an hour, I will pay twice as much for this pair of rings."

"Hey," the old man smiled, showing his yellow teeth, "You're losing money in this business, I just sat here and didn't move."

The two laughed and made the deal, and Fu Zhongzhou moved a low stool from the shop, sat across the street and began to draw.The old man and his antique street stall gradually become vivid and interesting in his works.

The morning light is faint, and the cicadas are gradually singing.What he held in his hand was a box of ordinary gel pens worth ten yuan, and the old shop in front of him slowly appeared.The old man leaned on the chair, weaving grasshoppers with reading glasses, his feet in sandals and slippers stretched out in the sun, and his small stall full of treasures was beside him.

When the painting was about to be finished, Fu Zhongzhou's drawing paper was suddenly covered with half of the sunlight, and it was split into two parts in an instant.

"The painting is so vivid."

He looked up and saw a strange young man wearing a baseball cap, looking at his painting with a pair of narrow eyes with a smile.

The man was about 20 years old, wearing a gray sweater, and holding a small notebook in his hand.

He introduced himself politely, "Hi, I'm a sophomore in University A, and I'm here to sketch."

As soon as he spoke, Fu Zhongzhou recognized the accent of X Province.

Since everyone was so enthusiastic, Fu Zhongzhou couldn't ignore him, so he replied, "Hi, I'm from X province."

The two stood and sat one by one, making Fu Zhongzhou a little embarrassed.He was about to stand up to say hello, when he saw this man leaning over.

"My fellow," he touched his chin, and looked at Fu Zhongzhou's paintings with admiration, "I rarely see high school students draw so well."

Fu Zhongzhou raised his hand, put the glasses on his forehead back on, and looked at the person in front of him again in a clear field of vision. "I repeated my studies, so I'm not considered a high school student."

"That's pretty good too. Do you have any idea to take the CAFA exam?" The man showed a regretful expression as he said that, "Back then I passed the CAFA model, but the culture was too poor, so I didn't make it."

That is the dream school of many art students.Fu Zhongzhou took part in CAFA's modeling exam and architectural exam last year, but only the building passed the line.There is too much competition for modeling, and the threshold is high, which is very difficult for a fresh graduate.His eyes lit up when he heard how strong the other party's major was.

The other party caught his expression, so he took out the phone from his pocket. "You see we are so destined, why don't you add a WeChat?"

Fu Zhongzhou didn't doubt that he was there, he just thought he wanted to share his exam experience with him, so he took out his phone and added him as a friend.

"My name is Xu Jiufeng," the young man told him his name, and then asked, "What about you?"

"I……"

"Fu Zhongzhou!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, an angry and anxious voice came from the side.Fu Zhongzhou's hands trembled in fright, and the phone almost fell to the ground.I saw Xu Yan appearing out of nowhere, with a sketchbook in his arm, and hurried over.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Xu Yu's flustered and eager look, he thought something serious happened, and immediately jumped up from the ground, "Is there a dog chasing you or someone fell into the water?"

Seeing that he looked like he was being accosted and didn't know it, Xu Yan was so angry that he dragged him to his side. "You were chased by a dog!"

Fu Zhongzhou: "Don't scold yourself..."

"I will be separated from you for 10 minutes, and you will start fishing?" Xu Wei gritted his teeth, turned the person slightly, and said harshly in a barely audible voice.

Fu Zhongzhou didn't know why he was so angry, "What are you talking about, I just met a fellow villager, and we chatted for a while."

Xu Jiufeng on the side listened, and quickly showed a polite and gentle smile. "Yes, yes, I saw that his paintings are beautiful, so I came over to chat for a while."

Xu Chang turned his head when he heard the sound, and looked Xu Jiufeng up and down with a cold face, feeling a bit like a male animal competing for a mate.

His aura was too weird, and his whole body seemed to exude the aggressiveness of some kind of beast.No matter how simple Fu Zhongzhou is, he can understand now.

He thought for a moment, changed his appearance as if he had just woken up from a dream, and shook Xu Yu's shoulder sideways.

"Did you forget the meeting time? Hey, I was so absorbed in painting that I forgot. Let's go to the south of the village to meet up. If it's too late, brother Sheng will scold me again!"

Xu Chang: "...?"

The stalemate of the secret confrontation was broken, Xu Jiufeng raised his hand hesitantly, but was mercilessly interrupted by Fu Zhongzhou.

"Then let's talk next time! Goodbye fellow!"

He pulled Xu Huang's wrist, turned around and waved to Xu Jiufeng who didn't know why, picked up the notebook and ran away.

The two ran past the old ancestral hall, turned around and passed the courtyard of other people's houses, and stopped after making sure that Xu Jiufeng couldn't see it.

Fu Zhongzhou panted and sat on the threshold, not afraid that others would come out and scold him.He raised his eyes and glanced at Xu Chang with a livid face, and burst out laughing.

"You don't have to be so dangerous, right? I was going to sell the painting to buy you a ring, but you ruined it all!"

Xu Yu typed up a lot of manuscripts on the road, why does that person have evil intentions and want to add you on WeChat, and the ones who take the initiative to strike up a conversation on the road are usually Neptune. Hearing this, he was speechless.

He opened his mouth repeatedly, and only squeezed out three words:

"...to buy a ring?"

Fu Zhongzhou played him deliberately: "Oh, it's okay. I don't want to buy a ring."

Xu Yan's face turned black and white.He squatted down facing Fu Zhongzhou earnestly, and reached out to pinch his face.It is impossible not to speak out after his belly draft is finished, just like a grenade that has been pulled out of the fire ring, it has to be thrown out no matter what.

"Do you know that a naive, innocent and handsome boy like you," Fu Zhongzhou's face was stretched and flattened by him at will, "is simply the first choice for the scumbag Aquaman."

Fu Zhongzhou had no choice but to frown together his tough brows. "He just chatted with me a few words, how do you know that he is plotting against me."

"Then why don't you take a gamble?" Xu Wei raised an eyebrow at him, "Didn't he add you on WeChat? I bet he's definitely not just trying to make you look good."

"Just bet," Fu Zhongzhou leaned forward and stared at him, "Whoever loses will buy the ring."

Xu Chang: "What kind of ring..."

"Secret." Fu Zhongzhou leaned over, and quickly pressed his lips against his face, "You will know when the time comes."

The two of them were afraid of going out of their way, so they didn't go back.Xu Yu wanted to find a good scene to write, and when he turned around, he saw that the house behind Fu Zhongzhou was well-decorated, and the courtyard was revealed from the hidden wooden door, and the inside could be vaguely seen.

This alley is narrow and quiet, and most tourists will not come here.They sat on the floor with their legs crossed, with their sketchbooks on their laps.

I don't know if it's because of sitting for too long, or because of the illusion that the environment is too quiet, but Xu Chang can even hear the sound of the pen in Fu Zhongzhou's hand scratching across the paper.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at the people around him.Fu Zhongzhou pushed up his glasses again, and lifted up his broken hair, revealing his smooth forehead.Xu Yan's eyes lingered on his undulating side face for a while, and finally fell on the pen in his hand.

Fu Zhongzhou held two pens in his hand, one was held between the mouth of the tiger and the index finger, and the other was pinched by his fingertips for painting.

Xu Yan squinted his eyes and looked carefully. One was an ordinary gel pen, and the other was a No. 005 needle pen, and the tip of the pen was worn out.

It turns out that it really doesn't matter if the painting and the tool are good or bad.

Fu Zhongzhou was so fascinated by the painting that he didn't notice the movements around him at all.Xu Chang stood up lightly, retreated to a brick by the wall and sat down.

He turned the page of the notebook in his hand calmly, faced Fu Zhongzhou, glanced secretly, and marked a few dots on the white paper with the tip of the pen.

Painting is an activity that requires the input of subjective emotions. Even if the painting is a training picture distributed by the teacher, the painter's mood will quietly grow in the picture when painting.Anger, world-weariness, or the anxiety of waiting for the end of get out of class are all inadvertently expressed in the painting.

If what Xu Chang paints at this moment contains his emotional paintings, it must be hot and sincere love.

He traced the ancient monuments in the alleys, traced the sprouts growing from the bricks, and traced Fu Zhongzhou's soft yet three-dimensional profile.

He finally understood how far he was from a big guy like Xiao Chuan.Not only the gap in foundation, color perception, and the amount of structural practice, but more importantly, the emotional investment.

[Paintings are used to impress people, not to describe reality. 】

A few years ago, Mrs. Xiaochuan argued with a netizen in the comments.When the other party said that her body collapsed and the painting was unreal, this is how she replied.

Xu Chang remembers every piece of her work, whether it is the girl who often appeared in Xiaochuan's paintings many years ago, or the half-face with sharp edges and blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, it makes his heart beat again and again.

That was not his heartbeat, but Mrs. Xiaochuan's.It is the love she shows to everyone through a painting.