your voice is delicious

Last year, before Jiang Yunjiao graduated, Tang Tang often followed Mu Linshen to Sister Cherry's studio to play.

In his heart, a room full of paintings is beautiful and magnificent.

He didn't expect that this cabin was also a unique style of studio.

Seeing the little guy stunned, Mu Cen couldn't help but feel proud.

"How about it, is it fun?"

Tang Tang nodded, his eyes lingeringly sweeping across the grotesque paintings.

"Uncle, did you draw these?"

He has seen Sister Yunjiao's works, most of which are realistic, and he knows what the other party draws at a glance.

But Uncle Mu Cen's paintings are completely incomprehensible.

Different color blocks splash ink together, which looks like doodles.

But what is inexplicable is that Tangtang actually had an indescribable feeling for these paintings.

He was taken by his parents to attend concerts and visit art exhibitions since he was a child. The works of those masters in his memory did not have as much impact on him as the current log cabin.

The mouth suddenly secreted a fragrant cucumber taste.

Tang Tang was stunned, and then couldn't help asking: "Is there a creek nearby?"

Mu Cen rubbed Nai Tuanzi's little head, "Little guy, you have really good ears, can you hear this?"

Tang Tang licked the tip of his teeth and shook his head silently in his heart.

It was his sense of taste that magnified his sense of hearing compared to what he heard with his ears.

But it was this fragrance that weakened Mu Cen's voice.

Little Tangtang's excitement gradually eased down.

He looked around the decoration in the cabin, and had to say, it was very Mucen's own style.

The paintings are crooked and not neatly arranged. There are many vase decorations in the house, and the picked wild flowers are in full bloom. It seems that they are often taken care of.

There are red and green patches on the floor, all of which are paint.Painting tools are also hidden in every corner in a mess.

Disorganized but inexplicably harmonious, just like his master.

"Little guy, do you want to draw?" Mu Cen, smoking a cigarette, picked up the drawing board on the ground and set it up, and found a small bench to put in front of the easel.

Tang Tang sat down, raised his little head full of stars, and said a little excitedly: "I want to!"

Mu Cen smiled, and found him all the brushes, paints, and watercolor paper, and poured some water into the small bucket.

The sound of water flowing "哗啦哗啦" filled the entire mouth, and Tang Tang squinted his eyes happily.

The taste of the water is cucumber, which is his favorite taste.

"Okay, let's draw." After preparing everything, Mu Cen sat down cross-legged, staring thoughtfully at the little guy in front of him.

"Hey?" Little Tang Tang was a little confused, "Uncle... won't Uncle teach me?"

He originally thought that Mu Cen would teach him how to draw, after all, he was a novice who had never even held a paintbrush.

"There is nothing to teach." Mu Cen blew out a smoke ring, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You have to believe in the magic of water, it will draw the feeling you want."

Naturally, Xiao Tang Tang couldn't understand. He tried to turn the paintbrush in the bucket, then picked it up and dipped it in the paint.

"Wow." The little guy couldn't help exclaiming, the paint on the palette was diluted in an instant, and it was so watery that he couldn't start at once.

"Hey, I praised you just now." Mu Cen got up and took Tang Tang's appalling palette, and dealt with it.

Then patiently taught: "Everything should be done slowly, and the same is true for painting watercolors. The tip of the pen is slowly dipped in water, and a few drops are blended into the paint. When it is neither thick nor thin, it is the best time to paint."

Mu Cen showed Tang Tang a demonstration while talking, the child seriously widened his eyes, and saw a touch of blue smudged on the drawing paper to create a fragrance.

Well, it's delicious.

Mu Cen continued: "Don't dip the tip of the pen in too much water at the beginning. After the color is strong on the drawing paper, slowly dip in water to dilute the previous color. Look, does the blue change gradually?"

Tang Tang nodded ignorantly. He didn't understand what a gradient is, but he understood that although they were all blue, they were different blue.

One brush, one color, painted the blue of the sky, the blue of the lake, and all kinds of blue.

He opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and his little hands couldn't help but move around.

Mu Cen returned the brush to Tang Tang, "Try it, little guy, there are many techniques in watercolor, learn the gradient first, and the rest is nothing to worry about."

Tang Tang didn't know what technique was, and he didn't understand the difference between watercolor and other paintings, but when he took the brush and started to learn Mu Cen's every move, he was completely immersed in the magic of water.

It was in this quiet and harmonious atmosphere that Mu Linshen broke in.

Holding the dinner plate, he scanned the surroundings as soon as he entered the wooden house, but found no trace of the wine bottle, and he felt a little better.

Then I saw Tang Tang who was painting seriously with his back facing him, and I felt a little bit hungry.

He came in, and the little guy didn't even look back?

"Oh, thank you my good son." Mu Cen grabbed the plate, completely ignoring the cold Yangzhou fried rice, and started to swallow it whole.

Mu Linshen couldn't help rolling his eyes at that eating appearance.

"What are you drawing?" He walked behind Tang Tang and rubbed the little guy's round head.

The person in front of the easel reacted, turned his head and called sweetly: "Brother."

Look excited.

Mu Linshen's eyes softened, but he still needed a beating and said, "The painting is so messy."

Little Tang Tang couldn't refute it, because he just drew it blindly.

He was trying to imitate what his uncle called "gradient", but the pieces on the drawing paper were all shapeless monochromatic blocks.

Tang Tang pouted, but was not discouraged.

He enjoys the feeling of painting very much. The brush dipped in water is smudged on the white paper, and the fragrance of fragrance slowly passes through the taste buds.

"Hey? There's no water." Tang Tang looked up at his brother blankly, with a look of bewilderment.

Mu Lin sighed deeply, and had already accepted that his younger brother seemed to like painting very much.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the stream to fetch water."

Hearing that he was going to play in the water, the child became even more excited. He shook his head with a paintbrush, and hit someone's nose with a touch of red.

Mu Linshen: "..."

"Brother... brother... poof." Tang Tang couldn't help laughing.

"Don, sugar."

"Ahhh, I made a mistake brother, don't hit me!"

The two children chased each other out of the wooden house, leaving Mu Cen alone to eat comfortably.

After a full belch, he put down the bowl and got up to find something to wipe off the chalk scribbles on the walls of the cabin.

He is not angry at all about "crazy", "get out", "big bad guy".

After all, it's all some kid's prank, except that it's troublesome to wipe it every time, it's not a big deal.

However, when Mu Cen found the tools, he found that the chalk writing on the wall had been wiped off.

He froze for a moment, then his eyes were slightly moist, and he muttered: "This little bastard."

Tang Tang had a great time at Mu Linshen's house that day.

In the afternoon, he painted in Mu Cen's "secret base". In the evening, his brother made delicious noodles for him.

Although his elder brother and uncle were always noisy, he felt that this was the way of getting along among relatives.

For example, his parents, grandpa and grandma would often quarrel.

Before falling asleep at night, Tang Tang obediently sat at the desk and wrote a diary.

The light from the small desk lamp was very warm, shining on a photo in the diary.

"Mom and Dad..." Tang Tang took out a photo, which was a group photo of their family of three.

He is homesick.

"What are you doing?" Mu Linshen finished washing the dishes and walked into the bedroom shaking his hands.

Tang Tang closed the diary with a bang.

Pouting his mouth, he turned his head and said, "I'm writing a diary, brother is not allowed to peek!"

"Cut." Mu Lin rolled his eyes deeply, "I don't care... What is this?"

He bent down and picked up the photo that Tang Tang had accidentally dropped from the ground.

In the photo, two adults and one child are all smiling brightly.

These three people look like a family.

Tang Tang lowered his head, feeling a little lost.

Mu Linshen put the photo back on the table, reached out and rubbed the little guy's head.

"Miss Mom and Dad?"

Tang Tang nodded.

Mu Lin choked for a moment, not knowing what to say to comfort the unhappy child.

"Then... go to sleep. Go to sleep when you are unhappy, and you will be fine when you wake up."

It was the only way he could think of.After all, he has been relying on this method to survive all unhappiness.

"Brother, don't you want to draw the curtains?"

Tang Tang lay beside Mu Linshen, his eyes kept looking out of the window, he was a little scared.

"Don't pull." Mu Linshen tucked Tang Tang in the quilt.

The little guy squeezed closer to his brother again, and asked curiously, "Why?"

Mu Lin was a little dozed off. He rubbed his eyes, and said with a sluggish brain: "When the curtains are drawn, it will be completely dark. I have to find some light for myself..."

Then there was a regular snoring sound.

Brother fell asleep.

Tang Tang turned his head and looked out the window.

Very dark, but not completely black.

There is obviously no luminous object, but the eyes can see the faint light in the darkness outside the window.

just like……

Connect yourself with the world.

Tang Tang was suddenly not afraid.

He felt that the scenery outside the window at night was also beautiful.

…is connected to the world?

He regained his senses, stretched out his hand and tried to stretch out the window.

So that's how his habit came about.

He didn't understand it when he was a child, but now he realizes it later. Everything Mu Linshen knows in his memory has had a great impact on him.

Either Mu Cen or Jiang Yunjiao.

The taste of betel nut will remain in the memory forever, but the sweetness of cherries is still expected to be heard again.

He couldn't blame Mu Linshen.

Even if the other party said something ugly, he didn't want the memory to just become a memory.

They have been separated for almost seven years.

For the past seven years, he has been looking forward to Mu Linshen's call.

When Mingming left, he left behind the mobile phone numbers of his parents, grandparents, and grandparents, so he was afraid that something might go wrong and he wouldn't be able to receive his brother's call.

However, over the years, he has understood that Mu Linshen will not contact him.

why?

Why don't you contact me?

Why do you push me away after meeting again?

Tang Tang couldn't figure it out, this question was too complicated for him.

Opening the group chat video again, the chocolate overflowed in the mouth, and the sweetness and drunkenness invaded/infiltrated the body.

His skin was slightly hot, and there was an inexplicable restlessness in his body.

His teeth clenched his arms, and he felt drowsy from the hot flashes.

"Mu Linshen..."

Unable to restrain it, the name gushed out from the lips along with the heat.

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The author has something to say:

bingo~Mu Cen's voice is betel nut!Did anyone understand the last paragraph?