Be good, bad boy

"No! The toothbrush, towel and bedding you asked to buy." You Shao put the things in front of me one by one.

"Wow! It feels so familiar." I happily touched the towel and said.

"How is the painting?"

"It's so-so." I put down the towel and looked at the daily necessities Shao bought for me.

"So-so?" He raised his voice.

"Hee hee" I took advantage of the situation and stood the drawing board in front of him, a 4/3 portrait of a middle-aged woman.

He folded his arms and watched for a while.

"So-so, continue??"

?????????

These days, I have started a new life.

A few days later, I was working on the silent painting homework he assigned me in the studio. He was wearing a thin autumn coat and looking at the newspaper with his legs crossed. It seemed to be a normal day when suddenly there was a loud noise from the 4th floor. .

"Continue to draw, I'll go out and have a look." You Shao Wensheng said, put down the newspaper and ran out.

After a while, he ran over and rushed into the bedroom, muttering some words that I couldn't understand. When he came out again, the formal clothes were neatly hung on his body.At this time, many people had already gone up to the 7th floor. Because of the relatively large exhibition hall on the 7th floor, I could hear what they said.

"Today is the day of the exhibition hall. There may be more people. If you close the door, I won't be able to look at you this day. Make a good silent painting. Remember to copy after the silent painting, and tomorrow I will officially teach you about color. I have time to watch some Coloring book, I can make do with lunch." After saying these words quickly, he left me a hundred-dollar bill and left in a hurry.

Seeing him wearing slippers, he ran anxiously towards the crowd.

I slowly closed the door, listening to the chaotic noise of people filling the exhibition hall that had not been popular for a long time, I felt uncomfortable all over my body.I also lost the idea of ​​painting, and I could still draw in when there were few people, but I lost the urge to paint when there were many people.Looking at the half-painted painting, I just finished the big tune, and suddenly I didn't feel like I finished it.

Opening the door quietly, people coming and going through the crack of the door looked at the works in the hall that had been sleeping for a long time, and there was a plastic license plate in front of my door, which said: "under maintenance." Shaking his head with a wry smile, by I didn't understand Shao's painstaking efforts, but slowly opened the door and watched the crowds holding cameras, taking pictures as souvenirs, or amazed at the classic works one by one.Or pull You Shao to let him explain the meaning of each painting.

A gentleman supports a lady, and a handsome man accompanies a pretty girl.It seems that this is the only way in this world that is the most reasonable.I leaned against the wall and looked at everything in the gallery, as if he had just brought me here at that time, with such a familiar feeling and nostalgia.

Walking into the crowd to experience a feeling that I haven’t seen for a long time, looking at these paintings, it seems to be telling what?It also seems to be conveying something to people?Watching Shao explain carefully to some people holding cameras, such familiar movements, but I didn't scold him "stupid" like I was "familiar" at that time.

Unknowingly, when people dispersed.When there was still a faint ray of light in the orange sunlight, You Shao knelt down profusely and wiped his sweat with his hands. He had stood for a whole day unknowingly!

"Here!" I lowered my head and handed him the towel he bought for me.

"Hehe!" He took my towel and daubed it vigorously on his face with his thick hands.

"No painting?" He stood up and said to me after he finished wiping.

I smiled without answering and nodded.

"I know, you won't be able to draw quietly today, but it's a pity that I only have the right to assign the 7th floor." After speaking, he shook his head remorsefully.

"It's okay, I'll sleep less at night."

"Okay! You draw first, and I'll go downstairs to buy you food." Said and went out.Watching the broad figure slowly leave from my sight.I sighed, walked to the studio, picked up the pen and continued the unfinished homework in the morning??????

"I may not be here for a few days." In the evening, he picked up the bento and handed it to me.

"Why?" I opened the lunch box and said with a bite.

"The leader asked me to go on a business trip."

"Where?"

"Xi'an"

?????

"Hehe, is that so?" I stopped eating, with a look of disappointment on my face.

"It's said that the goods are coming over there, go get a few batches of drawings and some celebrity works, and bring them to the exhibition."

"Oh" I lowered my head and started eating.

"Unhappy?" He looked at me

"No more." She tried her best to smile and ate something.

At night, after finishing the painting, I hammered my sore back and stood up and stretched.I saw that Shao was carelessly preparing things for a business trip.It was already 12 o'clock in the evening and I walked up to him and joined him without saying anything.

"What? Finished the painting?" He said, putting a piece of clothing in the suitcase indiscriminately.

I didn't speak but kept tidying things up for him.

He shook his head and smiled when he saw me like that.

"What are you laughing at?" I put the razor in his hand

"You look angry." He held the razor

"Why am I angry?" She looked at him closely.

"Hehe, okay! I'm being sentimental."

"Then I'm really angry." Said and laughed with him.

"How do you get a trash can on a business trip?"

As he spoke, he took out the folding trash can from his very crowded suitcase.

"Take whatever you want."

"casual?"

To be honest, I feel relaxed with him, and I can talk freely with him, regardless of the details.I hate strong people, he doesn't like powerful people, I like to eat light food, he likes to drink tea.I didn't have any ideals at the beginning, so he sang "Broad Sea and Sky" to me at the top of his voice.I was still moved for half a month as always, thinking it was his original work, I almost knelt down and worshiped, and shouted "Idol!" Thinking about it now, I felt a smirk.At that time, I seemed to be cut off from the outside world, but he was enough.

The ancients said: "I fall in love with you!" But I said: "This love can be regarded as a memory, but at that time??????, ha ha!"

When I woke up in the morning, there was no sign of him, no sound of his clumsy getting up, and no sound of his rough breathing.I got out of bed and saw that his bedside was neat and tidy, and there was a photo of him smirking on the bedside table. Sitting on the bed, I seemed to keep something, but I couldn't remember what I was going to do soon?There was no rushing sound of cold showers.Without everything, I seem to suddenly cut off the power of the machine, and there is no power.Watching people go to the empty gallery, I feel very lonely.He only went there for a week, but I felt pain in my heart as if I had lost something.

The hall is still empty as always. It is said that the art exhibition is held once in March, but I don't care.A person finds a place where the sun shines in, sits in the sun and enjoys only a little warmth?????,

"Today, I watched the snow drift by in the cold night."

"Floating far away with a cooled heart???"

"Chased in the wind and rain, but couldn't tell the traces in the fog.

"The sky is vast, you and I, can-will-change??????

There was a trembling singing in the gallery.Singing a song he once taught me that I don't know the name of the song, I didn't know what it was called at that time?But keep singing, keep singing.I sang sourly for a while and refused to stop.

At that moment, I swore he was the most important teacher in my life.This is the first person I admire. Although he is not a master, nor is he the number one in the world, he is still the best in my heart.

Walking to the studio, I saw the paintings he and I had drawn in a competition, piled up like a hill.Seeing that he used to draw buoys on my paper because I couldn’t draw well, and seeing the short pencils laying on the drawing board step by step without moving, it was only then that I realized that he was gone, but the only difference was He took my heart.

"Don't let him down." I muttered to myself.Although it was already afternoon, my stomach was not invaded by hunger. Wearing a shirt that was stretched by him, I picked up a pen and quickly drew a silent picture, remembering the skills, feelings, perceptions, and slowness that he told me about. Slowly a wonderful picture scroll presented in front of my eyes,

If you approach, you will secretly laugh:

"This, isn't it painted by Shao!".

Maybe talent can't make you arrogant, but the results after hard work can make you secretly happy.I don't know if this is my talent, but I can tell you that it is the result of Shao's teaching.My sketch can already be said by him to be able to cope with the entrance examination, and the sketch is also good for practice.Only the color is left, and there are less than 2 months left, can he do it?

In the evening, in the evening again, this terrible time alternately and slowly invaded. The quietness in the corridor was terrifying, and the quietness made me hold my breath in fear. Instead of staying in the studio, I moved the drawing board Going to my bedroom, trying to draw, trying to forget the night, but every time I subconsciously look up, I have to look at it.

I didn’t go to eat, usually at 8 o’clock in the evening, Shao had already bought food, and asked me to sit in the middle of the gallery with a small lamp. The surrounding darkness was only a little bright among us, which was set by Shao. Legs, with chopsticks in their hands, pointed to the works that were illuminated by the peripheral light, and told me the meaning of each picture. I also shook my head while eating and listening, forgetting the darkness.

At this time, I also slowly put down the pen, and there was a magnet in the middle that attracted me. I walked slowly into the middle of the exhibition hall, without feeling afraid, quietly, without weak lights, and without familiar voices , Those works are still placed on the wall, through the moonlight I can vaguely see the contents of the paintings, but there is no Yu Shao, and I don't have the heart to take a stingy look at it.

Lie on the bed, slowly close your eyes and fall asleep?????

Waking up in the morning, as always, is still the case.

unconsciously??

After a week, I got used to his life, and I got used to staring at his paintings in a daze or giggling slowly.Habit may be the most terrible thing, it makes us lose our original feeling, and we only get an indifferent attitude, later someone used it to write a classic sentence

"time heals everything!"