cold lover

By the time the shopping was over, it was already dark, and the lights of every tile-roofed house were on, and they were busy collecting paintings at the front door.

After the street was emptied, it suddenly became much wider, leaving only the dim light from the room.

Different from the hustle and bustle during the day, the whole world is immersed in a quiet and soft at this moment.

Xie Xiaoqi was very interested, and finally bought two satisfactory oil paintings, and put them in the car with Tan Jizhong and the others.

Although Tan Qingchen didn't buy it, he took a lot of photos and gained a lot.

After walking for nearly two hours, Tan Qingchen complained that she was hungry after taking a break now, so Xie Xiaoqi proposed to eat at the restaurant she used to frequent.

After getting unanimous approval, the four of them headed towards the restaurant.

Fortunately, the restaurant is still there, and the antique plaque-style signboard is still used. Although the owner has changed, the taste of the dishes engraved in the taste buds when I was a child has not changed, and the service is still as enthusiastic as ever.

When I entered, there were already many customers sitting inside, chatting and laughing very lively.These are all nearby residents. After a busy day, the family comes out to have a leisurely meal and chat at night. This has become a subconscious habit of the residents in the village.

Looking at these familiar scenes, and these dear people around her, Xie Xiaoqi thought that she had returned to the past in a trance.

Although there were many customers in the store, the food was served very quickly, and it was only nine o'clock after eating, so the group continued their journey tonight.

After crossing a street and turning a few alleys, the view ahead gradually widens.

They have already reached the east of the village, where the houses are very sparse, and each house is a single family, separated by a certain distance.

The four of them stopped in front of a two-storey tile-roofed house. The house was completely dark except for the street lamps shining on the locked gate, making it look a bit cold.

Xie Xiaoqi looked at the house, her eyes sparkled, "That's great."

"Yeah, it's great to be back together." Tan Qingchen was also quiet at the moment.

Tan Jizhong looked at the tile-roofed house with deep eyes.The things that happened here before and were gradually forgotten, became clear again at this moment, and flashed in my mind one by one.

Although Xiao Nuo didn't know their previous life, he could feel all kinds of sadness and nostalgia from this solemn atmosphere.

After a long time, Tan Jizhong broke the silence and said to Xie Xiaoqi and the others, "We are tourists tonight, so we should enjoy it with the mentality of tourists."

Xie Xiaoqi took a deep breath, restrained the thoughts that were getting more and more nostalgic, and cheered up, "Well, as long as you are happy and happy in the future." She patted Tan Qingchen on the shoulder again, "Xiaochen is also, I must work hard to realize my photography dream."

"En." Tan Qingchen nodded with his canine teeth showing, he wanted to welcome his own happiness with a free attitude.

"Ah!" Thinking of something suddenly, Xie Xiaoqi yelled softly, trotting towards the side of the house, and after a while, a voice came, "Haha, this painting is still there."

Tan Jizhong knew from the direction she was running that she was looking for the mural, walked over and said, "This is your first work, of course you should keep it as a souvenir."

Tan Qingchen and Xiao Nuo also followed.

"Hey, Miss Xiaoqi has been your handwriting since then. Isn't that right, Nuonuo?"

Xiao Nuo looked at the mural, after years of wind and rain, the color has faded a lot, but the basic appearance can still be recognized clearly.

It was a painting of three people, two in their teens and a child of five or six years old.The immature brushwork and messy scenes reveal warm emotions.

"En." Xiao Nuo nodded slightly.

Xie Xiaoqi laughed, "It's everyone's handwriting. If I let others know that I painted it, it will become black history."

"Other people's evaluation is not important, what is important is its meaning in your heart."

Xiao Nuo's voice was very soft, but it sounded very warm.Looking at his handsome side face, Tan Jizhong couldn't help laughing secretly, this man inadvertently revealed his tenderness.

"That's right, what Nuonuo said is good."

Hearing what Xiao Nuo said, Xie Xiaoqi was really happy, it turns out that he is not so indifferent.

"Hey, come to think of it, this seems to be drawn on Xiaochen's fifth birthday, right?"

"Ah, yes."

"I still remember," Xie Xiaoqi tilted her head and recalled, "Brother Tan brought all the paints in the house, and he was afraid that I would be scolded by his family, so he chose them on the wall of his house. As a result, when Tan Bo came back and saw it, it was a big mess." Cursed, Brother Tan was stubborn and silent at the time, and later when Bo Tan said he wanted to wash it off, Brother Tan locked the door to prevent him from going out, Xiaochen and I hugged Bo Tan's thigh and cried."

Speaking of this, Tan Qingchen felt a little depressed, it was probably the most shocking and sad birthday he had ever had, "Besides, sister Xiaoqi's gift cost a lot, I fell asleep crying that day. After thinking for a while, he laughed again, "However, it is my favorite."

"Hee hee," Xie Xiaoqi smiled wickedly, rubbing Tan Qingchen's face and said, "Of course you like it."

"Be serious, both of you, Xiao Nuo is still here." Tan Jizhong, who had been listening all the time, finally spoke.

"Hey, when it comes to the past, Brother Tan will be shy, and when he is shy, he will pretend to be serious." Xie Xiaoqi said sharply on purpose.

Tan Jizhong turned his face away to ignore her.

Seeing that he refused to admit it, Xie Xiaoqi approached Xiao Nuo and said, "Xiao Nuo, do you want to know what this gentle and elegant writer was like when he was a child?"

Xiao Nuo glanced at Xie Xiaoqi and didn't speak.

Xie Xiaoqi knew that he was interested, and ignored Tan Jizhong's warning eyes, she said to Xiao Nuo, "When we were in elementary school, the head teacher was super short-sighted, and once he took off his glasses and rested there during class. Brother Tan quietly went over to take away his glasses and hid them. When it was time for class, the homeroom teacher searched for a long time and was ignored, and no one responded to his questions. In the end, he fell a big tumble on the podium, which made the whole class happy for a long time It's also because Brother Tan lost his position as squad leader, which makes Tan Bo very angry. And there's more," Xie Xiaoqi said more and more excitedly. "Once I took Xiaochen to play, and was bullied by some older children in the village. Brother Tan knew it, and guess what, he just poured the dirty water from washing brushes on them, and then twisted and beat them together. Finally, Haha, everyone is colorful in the end, which is fun."

"I remember this, I remember," Tan Qingchen also broke the news with his eyes shining, "The paint on his body is hard to wash off, Brother Tan's face will still be smeared the next day."

"Haha, yes, yes, the graduation photo will be taken the next day, and I still have the photo."

Looking at the two who were rolling forward and back with laughter, Tan Jizhong couldn't help coughing lightly, and said in a tense voice, "Enough is enough."

Xiao Nuo just listened quietly at first, usually seeing his gentle appearance, it was really hard to imagine such a contrasting scene.

Just talking about childishness, Xiao Nuo suddenly flashed the image of Tan Jizhong with messy hair, stubble, and confused expression in Xiao Nuo's mind, and he couldn't help chuckling.

I thought Xiao Nuo wouldn't care about what they said, but this laugh made Tan Jizhong tilt his head, his face was hot, but fortunately it was dark, so he couldn't see anything.

After Tan Qingchen took a picture of the mural and repeatedly assured Xie Xiaoqi not to spread it, the group left there and walked along the alley towards the artificial lake.

Along the way, Tan Qingchen and the others laughed and chatted about the funny things about their childhood, those innocent and beautiful times made Xiao Nuo unconsciously feel relaxed.

A gust of evening wind blew past, bringing with it a tranquil atmosphere, Xiao Nuo took a deep breath, it had not been so comfortable for a long time.

The front is bright, and the lake can already be seen, and there are still subtle voices coming.

Xie Xiaoqi was originally running to look at the lake, but now she trotted over excitedly, and Tan Qingchen followed suit.

Now it was just the two of them walking side by side behind.

"Sorry, I brought you here without telling you in advance."

Although it was Tan Qingchen who suggested going directly to the gymnasium to block people, he was the one who finally decided to agree, so no matter what he said, he was responsible.

"It's okay," Xiao Nuo lowered his head slightly, "Thank you all, tonight... very happy."

Tan Jizhong chuckled knowingly, it turned out that he was thinking too much.

"Oh, as long as you can be happy."

The artificial lake is in the shape of an irregular crescent, not very big. Small willows are planted along the edge, and street lights are installed. At this moment, the street lights are all on, and the swaying posture of the willows can be clearly seen.

It was originally a large square for the villagers to take a walk and have fun. Later, an anonymous developer bought the surrounding land, and even built the lake in the square.

At this time, many people gathered by the lake, most of them were painters from the village, and there were people of all ages. Originally, art does not talk about generation gaps.

In fact, the painters in the village have a fairly regular life and rest. They usually paint or sell paintings during the day. At night, they will come here with works they have collected for a long time. Of course, the purpose now is not to sell, but to make friends with paintings and comment on each other. .

There are also some other villagers who just come to take a walk by the lake, walking together in twos and threes, blowing the evening breeze, watching the night scene, and occasionally stopping curiously when they hear heated arguments.

Xie Xiaoqi and Tan Qingchen watched in amazement, Muxi Village was really famous.Although there are not many paintings here, they are all rare high-quality works.

A group of people walked and watched, and unknowingly they had circled to the back of the lake.There is no one posing here, so it is very quiet.

Looking around, there is a small tile-roofed house not far away. There are painting tables, easels and other painting utensils in front of the house, and a painter is immersed in painting.The four walked over tacitly, perhaps the painter was too focused and didn't notice someone walking up to him.

"It's so realistic." Looking at the quite realistic portraits in front of her, Xie Xiaoqi praised it sincerely.

The painter stopped painting and raised his head. It was a young man not much older than them, and asked with a gentle smile, "Do you want a portrait? You can do it alone or together."

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