静物

"I went out yesterday to adjust my mood, so I didn't take the sketching class. It's nothing serious! Shi Qing asked me to send a text message to let you know, so that you don't worry. I'm fine, we're fine, really don't worry, we're still good friends, right?"

Sender: Tang Xiangying.

Wu Tong looked at it, and could feel Tang Xiangying's fragility just through these few words.

There is no kind of emotional injury that does not make people vulnerable. Wu Tong remembers the cold looks of her childhood relatives and the alienated expressions of her classmates. She only suffered cold understanding because of her seemingly cold performance. She knows that emotional hurt can be How hurtful.

But Tang Xiangying will pass by, Wu Tong is not comforting herself, she knows that Tang Xiangying will pass by, because Tang Xiangying is very strong, several times stronger than herself.

"As long as you are willing, we will always be good friends."

Wu Tong replied the text message, put the phone back on the table, and turned to see that he had completed two-thirds of the oil painting.

Person is busy in the kitchen.That text message lightened the heavy things in her heart a little bit, but Wu Tong couldn't let go of many messy thoughts in her mind.

Wu Tong rummaged through her backpack and took out a sketchbook she usually used for sketching. It was as big as 16 carats. She tore out a page, took a sketch pen, and hid in the toilet for deep thinking.

For Wu Tong, painting is the easiest way of expression, followed by words, and words are the most difficult.But for ordinary people, the ease of understanding is completely reversed.

Wu Tong flipped the toilet cover down, sat on it and thought.She can only choose the middle option, hoping that words can take her to the realm she wants to reach.

"Sen..."

Wu Tong tried her best to think, those words that she couldn't say can only pour out at this moment.

"Sen, I don't think I understand you at all. I know you let me into your life, and I also know that for a person like me, it's time to laugh when I get here, just, just, just..."

As Wu Tong wrote, he took a deep breath and asked himself to be brave.

"It's just that I think there are many people in your life. I don't care about the past or memories. As long as they don't really exist now, they won't be too crowded for me. But me, do I really exist? I... "

Wu Tong's writing fingers trembled. Could it be that she would lose everything in the end, not only could she not get into Bo Sen's heart, but she would even be kicked out of her life?

She...she can't afford to lose Berson.

"I…"

But such an ambiguous love is Ling Chi, for Wu Tong it is Ling Chi, she is always depressed in guessing.

Wu Tong gritted his teeth and wrote down.

"My superficial understanding of you makes me feel insignificant, because you are my whole world, but I just realized that my understanding of my world is so shallow. You let me understand your fears, your sorrows, and your emotions. Are you happy?"

Bo Sen is always smiling, she says everything with a smile, people don’t know when is her really happy smile

After Wu Tong finished writing, she looked at the paper and thought, maybe she will not let Bo Sen see these words after all.

"Tong! Let's have dinner!" Bo Sen shouted from outside.

"Okay!" Wu Tong got up, thought about it, turned his head and pressed the flush handle, folded the paper randomly in half and stuffed it into his pocket, opened the door, and saw Bo Sen looking at him with a smile.

"Turn it up!" Bo Sen jokingly smiled, pinching his nose and trying to escape.

"It doesn't stink." Wu Tong replied plainly, there was an embarrassing taste of lies in that plainness, but it was not so obvious. Fortunately, she was not used to looking people in the eye, otherwise she would definitely be exposed.

"Okay! Stuff it in when your stomach is empty." Bo Sen said, pushing Wu Tong to eat a sandwich.

Wu Tong let out a sigh of relief, he was so impulsive that he still swallowed those words just now.There are some things that should not be so rash. When you have time, you must destroy the sketch paper you just wrote. This kind of sentence that is close to questioning is really inappropriate.

Just thinking about it, Wu Tong felt a sudden lightness in the pocket behind his buttocks.

She turned around in a panic, and saw Person holding the pencil and the paper folded in half.

"Tong," Bo Sen tilted his head to look at the object in his hand, "Oh, you are not a liar."

"What... what?"

Wu Tong also doesn't know how to pretend.

"Is there anyone who doesn't wash their hands in the tub?" Bo Sen asked with a smile, "Even if there was, that person wouldn't be you."

Wu Tong was speechless, the woman in front of him was too sensitive.

"Looking for inspiration? Oh, I don't have to know, don't be nervous." Bo Sen said, put the paper on the table, and said to Wu Tong relaxedly, he didn't intend to read the things on the paper, even though she knew Wu Tong Definitely not looking for inspiration in the toilet.

Wu Tong suddenly had mixed feelings.

"Aren't you watching?" Wu Tong asked, although she should be relieved, but Bo Sen's attitude of not going to ask questions also deepened the uneasiness in her heart.

Boysen allowed so many secrets between the two?

"Oh, do you want me to see it?" Boysen threw back the question.

This made Wu Tong almost desperate, as if returning to the WhiteLies bar to see Boysen and Mandy laughing, she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly, and Wu Tong felt strange and suddenly alienated.

Wu Tong didn't like to ask back questions.

Because her world is not constructed with words, Wu Tong likes to answer directly, and playful rhetorical questions are always cumbersome and burdensome for her.That's the fact, Wu Tong couldn't continue to ask, so the topic was cut off, just like that.

1. Don't you, don't want to know what I wrote?

2. Yes, I want you to see it.

Wu Tong didn't have the courage to say both.

Chewing the sandwich, as soon as Wu Tong's eyes met Bo Sen, he asked in his heart: How can you endure secrets?

Could it be that after thinking about it, the words rushed out unconsciously and recklessly?

Wu Tong smirked, he was really whimsical.

Think about it, some words may be worth staying before they are spoken, and perhaps even more...worth being forgotten, and so are the words on paper.