Be good, bad boy

"Hi! Tong Yan, I'm back."

When the magnetic voice of these words rang around my ears from the elevator entrance on the 4th floor, I was still sitting in the huge exhibition hall, propping up an easel and continuing to draw.

When he walked in, he tapped me lightly.Dissatisfied and unhurried, he raised his head to look at him.

Wearing outdoor equipment, the light green cloth jacket is hung outside the white shirt, and the trousers have many pockets. I really can’t think of anything else to describe its peculiarity. Wearing a khaki cowboy hat is very energetic. in front of me.

"Are you on a blind date?" I put down my pen and said softly.

"Anything else you want to tell me?" He took off his hat and put it on for me.

"Let me think about it?"

"Did you bring me a gift?" I said after a long time.

"It's not this sentence, are you thinking about it?"

"Don't know?" I stared at him blankly.

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"He has no conscience." His face pulled down as he spoke.

I walked up to him and looked at him carefully.

"Look at what?" He said, looking at me strangely.

"The food should be good."

"How to say?"

"The body is getting fat." He said, measuring his thickness with a ruler.It can be clearly seen that the belly rises and falls with breathing and clings to the white shirt.

You Shao put his left hand on his face speechlessly and didn't look at me.

"Give you!"

He said heavily and took out a pen from the top pocket of the jacket.

"This is my gift?" I held it as if disgusted.

"Yes! A pencil that can draw for ten days without sharpening."

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He came back, without too many greetings, nor too much enthusiasm, but only a deep emotion.Sometimes I'm really afraid of getting used to it. Once I get used to something, I can't find the feeling of nostalgia anymore, because you are used to it.

"Did you draw well?"

"You can go and see the studio yourself."

After I finished speaking, he couldn't wait to walk into the studio.One by one, the drawings were placed on the floor. The floor has not been wiped for the past 2 weeks. The lunch boxes are scattered in the corner of the studio, and there is half-drinked coffee in the cup. It seems that it has been a long time, and it smells bad. The still life used for sketching is pressing the oversized clothes he once lent me to wear, and the sharpened pencil dust is spread under the table like dust, and I don’t know why there is a slipper under the table.The pen tip also spreads out at 45 degrees with the angle of the lunch box.

"I said, why don't you draw in the studio!" He pinched my nose and said.

I broke free from his big hand, stuck out my tongue mischievously and didn't speak.

"I wanted to take a good rest, but it doesn't seem to work!" He shrugged with a smile.

I appreciate this point of You Shao, he is not good at losing his temper, he always has a good temper, so I like to be with him and giggle for no reason. What's more, people in the same way?

In the evening, he still bought me a bento, and we sat in the center of the gallery as before.

"It hasn't been like this for a long time." I said, taking a bite of the beef in his box.

"How was it during the few days I left?" He said, picking up the box of rice.

"So-so!"

"Okay! You just remember my sentence." He said helplessly and gave me some food.

"It's okay, horse-horse-tiger-tiger??????

At night, he still acted as a model for me and stood motionless around me as before for me to draw sketches.I played tricks and deliberately delayed the time, letting him enjoy the feeling of landing on one foot.

"I went to Xi'an for the past few days, besides running errands, I bought you a few coloring books, and I will learn coloring tomorrow." He talked to me with difficulty.

"Oh, I see." I pretended to be very calm and talked to him.

"Can we take a break?"

"It's almost there."

"You used to draw very fast, why? You didn't draw sketches seriously during the few days I left."

I smiled without saying a word, and instead of saying too much, I lowered my head and drew.

We always stayed up late, and this day was no exception. He took me up to the top floor.Riding on his broad shoulders and climbing over the wall, I finally saw the starry sky at night on the top of this floor.

For this scene, I can only describe it as wide, with a wide surrounding, a wide roof, and a wide him.I looked up at the blue-black sky, as if this was the closest I was to the sky, and I could touch the air around the sky with my hand, except of course by plane.Stars dotted the night sky, and occasionally planes were seen flying across the sky.

You Shao followed me at a leisurely pace. He walked in front of me and sat on the edge of the eaves.I also learned to sit on the edge with my left foot hooked to my right foot like him.

"Is it beautiful?" He raised his head

"so beautiful!"

"How does it feel?" he asked me, looking down.

"The heart is very broad." I closed my eyes and felt it.

"anything else?"

"Very comfortable."

"When you have too much on your mind or your heart is too tense, you look at the sky." At this time he looked up

Then I looked down at him, and he looked at me.After a while I looked up at the sky again.He took off his shoes and dangled back and forth in the air with his bare feet.

"Sometimes you really feel like a child." I said and imitated him.

"How do you feel now?"

I close my eyes carefully, feel the breeze blowing on my feet, and feel a slight itchy feeling when passing through the seams of my feet.Immediately, I seem to have forgotten my fatigue, and I only feel a slight sense of dryness.

"When people are troubled, only in this way may they be able to relax themselves. When people grow up and slowly come into contact with things, and slowly learn something, even if you don't want to know, you have to know. At this time Learn to relax yourself." He said some words earnestly, and I closed my eyes to savor them carefully.

"I want to sing." I ignored him, but shouted to the sky.

"Then sing!" he also shouted to the sky.

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

"Floating far away with a cooled heart???, he also slowly sang along with my singing???????

The rising and falling sounds overwhelmed the silence of the night.

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I still sang the sea and the sky unscrupulously, still out of tune like that, but I think I feel an unprecedented feeling, that is "nostalgia"

"Remember?" He said softly after singing.

"Your song, of course I remember." Looking into his eyes.

"This is not my song."

"Then this is?"

"Broad Sea and Sky, Wong Ka Kui. It's his."

"Almost, as yours." After finishing speaking, he laughed loudly at him.

I like to be with him, because there is laughter wherever he is, and it becomes an unforgettable feeling without knowing it.

"Here, fan-shaped pens and liner pens, the large and small ones are lined up in sequence." I just came out of the bathroom, holding a brush that came out of nowhere in my wet hand.

"From now on, revise the class schedule." He said solemnly in a single person's studio, wearing a vest and big pants.

"We started to learn colors in the morning, silently sketched in the afternoon, and sketched in the evening."

"That? Is there enough time?"

"Enough!" I saw a kind of self-confidence in his eyes, a kind of detached self-confidence.

In this way, I studied with him with a very bewildered attitude, and learned to color. Pieces of waste paper filled the studio again, and the studio was in chaos again.He also started to teach me how to paint. At the beginning, I painted the color circle all morning. From red, yellow and blue, the three primary colors began to change to orange, purple and green.Sometimes the paint is all over my hands, but what makes me strange is that when Shao paints, his hands are clean.I ask him why?He said that it is enough to draw more.After slowly learning some color knowledge, he hurriedly asked me to start painting some simple color still lifes. Doesn’t this apple look good?It took me a long time to draw, the shape was not accurate for a while, and the color was too dirty for a while.

"How can I paint like you?" I said looking at the unknown paint in my hand.

"Is it enough to draw too much?" He set up the easel and drew with me.

These days, the gallery is full of vigor and vitality. Although there are only two people who have finished speaking, they reveal a lot of happiness. Even the occasional administrators on the first floor are sometimes shocked by my laughter.

In the past few days, I have squeezed my sleep to only 3 hours, and almost every day I am struggling to draw with dark circles under my eyes.The more I learn this thing, the more difficult it becomes, and the more difficult it is, the more I want to break through. With such a stubborn temper, sometimes even You Shao can't do anything about it.Slowly watching the subtle changes in the colors of the palette, each piece of white paper was ruthlessly discarded or discarded by me.

"Have you found anything?" You Shao would get up at 1 o'clock in the evening and look at me in a daze behind me.

"Why are you up?" Without looking at him, I picked up the palette and dipped the discarded paint with a fan-shaped pen to embellish a failed painting.

"Get up at night to go to the toilet and drink water."

"Stop pretending, you usually don't get up at night." Then he put down his paintbrush, turned around and said to him

"Even if the sky falls, you may not get up." I said and smiled at him.

"Or not?" You Shao said to me seriously

Nodding his head, the corners of his smiling mouth slowly lowered, revealing a kind of confusion.

"This can't be forced, take your time."

"It's been almost a week and there is still no progress, alas!"

"Don't be discouraged." He said and patted my back with his big hand.

"Go to sleep!" I said to him.

He took the pen from my hand as if he didn't hear it, looked at my drawing for a while, and then tore it off.The big old mother skillfully pressed the drawing board and re-pasted a piece of white paper.Immediately, he began to use the fan-shaped pen to form shapes, dipped the paint in the paint box smartly, and applied large tones on the drawing board vigorously. The easel trembled with his strength, familiar techniques, and casual postures.The whole process was very fast and after half an hour, a scene full of warm flowers was printed on my eyeballs.

"I only admire your paintings, nothing else." Tear off his paintings and look at them.

"Remember, painting colors is based on feeling, randomness, and the use of brushstrokes." After speaking, he dragged me back to the room and forced me to sleep.Although I couldn't understand what he said, I could vaguely feel something in my mind.