moon star clear

I'm struggling with material selection and would like to ask for your advice. ]

[Zhuo Chuyi: Midsummer?This topic doesn't look too difficult...but...]

[Mu Chen: But it's hard to shine. ]

[Zhuo Chuyi: That's right, so to draw the soul of midsummer, it can't be superficial. ]

[Mu Chen: Soul? ]

Mu Chen looked at the two words on the screen and fell into thought.

[Zhuo Chuyi: Actually, I am also an amateur at drawing, that is, I often participate in art design activities in school. When we do design, we pay great attention to the soul of design. After all, a good-looking appearance can only have a temporary charm. Design can capture people's hearts.There are a lot of optional materials for midsummer, and it is easy to "complete", but to "brilliant", it must have a good meaning, the kind that can be deeply rooted in people's hearts and resonate. ]

Mu Chen repeatedly thought about the meaning of "soul". Sister Chu Yi was right. No matter what form of work, the creator's thoughts and emotions must be injected into the work. Complete and beautiful thoughts can be injected into the work. It is not just a dead object on a blank paper, but a work that truly has a soul and can communicate with the viewer.

The "soul" of the work is indispensable.

But he still has to explore by himself, what is the soul of "Midsummer".

Thinking of this, Mu Chen felt that there seemed to be a door to a bright new century opened to him. He couldn't wait to stop wandering in the dark and ran away excitedly.

It is really useful to chat with sister Chu Yi.

[Mu Chen: Okay, thank you sister Chu Yi, these will definitely help me a lot. ]

[Zhuo Chuyi: No thanks~ Remember to tell me the good news if you win~]

After finishing the conversation with Zhuo Chuyi, Mu Chen jumped up from the bed, and decided to go out for a walk to find out the feeling of Xia Tian.

It has already entered August, and the dog days are full of heat, as if the earth was put into a cage, and the heat is steaming everything on the ground, as if it will be steamed in a short time.

Walking out of the community, I tried my best to search for all the memories related to Xia Tian from my memory, but the scene of meeting Jiang Hao at the gate of the community in early summer suddenly appeared in my mind.That time, he kept a distance from Jiang Hao because of the rumors on the Internet to avoid suspicion, and he wrapped him up at the gate of the community and got on the bus together before he spoke.Recalling that when he parked his bicycle in a hurry and ran back, seeing Jiang Hao still waiting for him quietly at the door, his heart was very sweet and soft, as if he had eaten cotton candy.

Probably at that time, I already liked him.When I was looking for sister Yuxi to enlighten me, I couldn't help asking about the awkward situation between sister Yuxi and Brother Zhao, perhaps because I subconsciously felt that my relationship with Jiang Hao was beyond the scope of ordinary friends.

They took the bus that day and passed the cemetery...

Grandpa Jiang was buried there, and Mu Chen would go to visit Grandpa Jiang's grave every year on his death day, so after Jiang Hao came back, did he also visit him?

If he happened to be there when he went to sweep the grave, maybe he could meet again earlier, and he would have discovered that Jiang Hao was the boy nine years ago, and his waiting was not in vain.

After thinking for a long time, before he knew it, he was about to leave the suburbs, and Mu Chen remembered his original intention of going out.

Damn it, looking for inspiration, why do you keep thinking about him?

Mu Chen slapped himself on the forehead punitively, calling back his reason.

The summer in Liucheng is really beautiful. The willow trees in the suburbs are not as neat and uniform as in the urban area, but are scattered and uneven. The willow branches drag the ground and the birds are flying.

For many people, the standard equipment in summer may be air conditioners, watching dramas, open-air barbecues, and iced watermelons, which are cozy and comfortable.

For Mu Chen, these are the characteristics of Xia Tian, ​​but in his eyes, the soul of Xia Tian must come to such a natural place to find it.

Here is the most authentic appearance of summer, there is no noisy human voice, no industrial intrusion, everything is natural and lovely.

Willow leaves are the most dense in summer.In the summer nine years ago, he liked to go to the suburbs with Jiang Hao to make straw hats made of willow branches, wear them on top of his head, and play hide-and-seek in the grass.

Summer flowers are also the biggest.They can often pick a large handful and hide in a bush by the pond, claiming to "collect supplies".Once again, Mu Chen secretly pinned a big red flower on Jiang Hao's ear. The red flower and Jiang Hao's red cheeks set off each other very beautifully. The flower is going to marry my family and be my daughter-in-law", which made Jiang Hao jump up and ran to beat him, even forgetting to pick the flower.

Those days are ridiculous and nostalgic when I think about them now.

When I was a child, everything was just a joke, but now that I understand the truth, I can only keep silent.

Continue to walk forward, walk past the willow trees with nicks and turn into a fork in the road. After walking a few steps, the eyes are dazzled by the shimmering light.

Walking to the edge of the pool, Mu Chen sat down cross-legged regardless of the dust on the ground, and saw his own reflection on the clear water.

The water wave swayed, and the reflection gradually blurred, overlapping the illusion of childhood.

The sunlight is cut into fine golden dots by the leaves and sprinkled into the pond in the forest.

If we talk about the most unforgettable summer memory, it is still here.

Since the fever was cured, the memory of falling into the water that day became clear piece by piece like a jigsaw puzzle.He remembered the memories that flooded into his mind at that moment, the despair before he suffocated, and the arms that picked him up when he kept falling.

It was the first time he knew the feeling of dying, it was painful and desperate, but Jiang Hao showed his consideration to him later, which made him feel that the dying at that moment was worth it.

Will he like himself too?

He used to be very courageous, and he would directly confirm the things he wanted to confirm without any worries, and he could even express himself easily in front of the old paragraph of "Ghost Seeing Sorrow" and his self-criticism book that everyone was afraid of. Opinion, but he is so inexperienced in this field that he is often afraid that he will make a mistake.

Maybe nine years is too long, let him know the fear.

Sensing that his thoughts were once again out of track, Mu Chen closed his eyes to sort out his mood, but after closing his vision, Jiang Hao's figure in his mind became clearer.

Obviously...it's been such a long time since we separated.

The reunion was only a few months away.

Nine years is a long time, and our company is very short, but before I know it, my summer is full of you.

You are so unforgettable, so I will never be able to do without you in autumn, winter, and spring.

You were meant to be my summer, my seasons, my whole world.

The cicadas were getting louder and louder, as if they were constantly reminding him of his original purpose, but he was no longer able to think about the "soul of summer", because his summer had already been fully occupied by one person, leaving no gaps.

He stood up and patted the dust on his pants, thinking that his trip might end in vain.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, the shadows of the trees shook, and the sunlight was hidden by the leaves and then released, making the place where he stood flickering, like the alternation of day and light night.

At that moment, the mind was plucked frequently like a string, and there were circles of ripples, and strands of thoughts and tide-like emotions met in the heart of the wave, and a sudden idea appeared.

I found it, my summer soul.

58. Blending trend

The morning sun shone in through the closed curtains, slightly illuminating the simple room. Jiang Hao closed the computer, looked at the event reminder on the phone, and found that he had done the program all night without knowing it.

[art festival competition works exhibition

Today is Tuesday, August 8

9:00 am to 16:00 pm]

He turned off the event reminder, washed up and tidied up, and left the door.

Since helping Lu Qi with a series of things, he and Mu Chen haven't seen each other much during this time. Mu Chen is busy with the competition he is going to participate in, while Jiang Hao used the summer vacation to jointly develop a new software with Jiang Yifei, and agreed to 60% of the profit will be donated to the local orphanage. Although Jiang Yifei agreed happily, Jiang Hao also knows that this kind of thing seems to have no loss for a businessman, but the profit is too small, which is actually a huge concession of interests. There is no reason for others to sell their favors without reason, so compensation must be made in other ways.

However, this is only one of the reasons why he works day and night.

The second reason was that Lu Qi's forbearable sorrow at the funeral that day touched the old disease deep in his heart.

He has experienced the feeling of losing all his relatives twice, once when his grandfather died of illness, and once when he personally shattered his illusion about Hao Lingyan.Therefore, when he saw Lu Qi holding back tears in front of the tombstone, he mistakenly thought that he saw himself many years ago.

The scars on the old wounds were torn apart by the swarming memories, and the exposed flesh and blood caught him off guard.

Therefore, he needs to rely on the code to survive this difficult period and wait for the wound to heal again.

But today is the day when the result of Mu Chen's competition is announced. He must put aside all other things and accompany him to wait for the final outcome.

The hall of the Cultural Palace is bright and spacious. When the opening time arrived, there were already many people gathered around the placed works to watch and judge.Jiang Hao walked to the painting area, his eyes quickly flicked over various summer-style paintings, and finally his eyes stopped on a piece of moonlight.

The distance was too far to see the signature, but he was inexplicably sure that the painting must belong to Mu Chen.

Because that lake is exactly the same as their "secret base".

He walked through the crowd, approached the painting, and looked at it carefully.

This is an oil painting, the overall style is hazy and quiet