In summer, the water of the South Lake is slightly wavy, and the shore is gentle.
Ever since the first time she saw her, she was destined to be between her and this lovely girl.
It was a day in the summer of 2010, and the sky was clear. Eyebrows went to the South Lake to sketch, and he sat under the thick weeping willows for half a day. On this day, there are several small fishing boats on the turquoise lake that are motionlessly "nailed" in the middle of the water, much like an oil painting. From a distance, the boats are not moving, and the fishermen are watching fishing intensively. Mei Jian Cong was very envious of the life of the fishermen, who lived on the water in a floating homestead, seemingly adrift, but in fact they lived in peace, and he decided to paint them. Go to nature to sketch.
The sun climbed to the willow treetops on the shore of the South Lake, and the sunlight shone down, through the leaf gap and sprinkled on the drawing board of the bush between the eyebrows, and the shadows were like thin clouds and flowing water. He painted for a while, his eyes were sleepy, and he closed his eyes to reverie about a beautiful world or something beautiful. He often daydreamed like this because his life required dreams.
On this day, when the eyebrows opened their eyes, suddenly stood in front of him a girl pushing a light bicycle. I saw that she was wearing a white dress, and her long hair was interspersed with a bouquet of small white flowers. It may be that his eyes have been closed for a long time, and suddenly opened to produce a sense of hallucination. In the instant he opened his eyes, what he saw was not a girl, but a white light, a bolt of lightning. When he woke up from the hallucination, the girl had withdrawn her gaze from looking at the bushes between her eyebrows, giggling and drifting with the wind, and the white dress drifted back and forth with the waves of the wind, floating under the white clouds, floating to the end of the shoreline of the lake, floating into the blue sky, connecting with the celestial bodies, and then melting together. Brow furrow shook his head and squeezed his eyes, he wanted to stabilize his mood.
Waiting for the eyebrows to retract their gaze, pulling their thoughts back to the lake, I don't know when, a few small boats in the middle of the lake are gone, and the quiet lake is looking at the blue sky. There was a little bird on the reeds looking at him and barking, as if to say, "Who made you distracted?" Eyebrow Bush, not knowing where his anger came from, kicked the drawing board, and the drawing board fell painfully from the bracket and pressed against the oil paint box. The bird flew into the sky in fright.
Nameless annoyance was hitting the bush between his eyebrows, and his head was big and a little painful. The wind was strong and anxious, and the willow branches swung back and forth. He sat there feebly, thinking about right and wrong.
"Jingle Bell—" A bicycle bell woke him up from his troubles, and he hurriedly looked up, and the "white lightning" came back to him, no, it was the white cloud floating to his side again. She smiled at him, glanced at him with complicated eyes, then steadily withdrew her gaze, pedaled the bike with force, and in an instant drifted away again, floating in the direction of the city. What kind of gaze it was, it was Cupid's arrow, which shot him in the heart at once. At this time, his mood suddenly brightened, and he didn't know where his troubles had gone, and his mind was very clear. Her smile was frozen in the shadows of his eyes. Such a beautiful face appeared with such a sweet smile. And her special look. He laughed. Just now she was drifting into the depths of the lake shoreline, and now she is returning to the city. So, what was she doing in the direction of the shoreline of the lake? He thought.
Mei Jian Cong happily picked up the drawing board that he had kicked over, and looked, Ah! He was astonished, what a beautiful, infectious, unexpected oil painting, a few sailboats swimming on the quiet lake, willow trees on the opposite bank, undulating buildings looming from time to time, like a divine wonderland. The weeping leaves and the birds with fallen branches in the foreground paint the lake surface like a pristine beach. A pile of white clouds in the sky was his masterpiece of kicking the flip board, and the thick white ink was just smeared on the top of the sailboat, adding endless space and charm to the painting. He thought, I have to thank me for this foot. If it weren't for my foot, I wouldn't have been able to paint such a beautiful work in my lifetime. I have to thank the "white lightning" who would not have had this work without her arrival.
Since then, Mei Jian Cong has come to the lake every day to meditate or sketch, but more than half a month has passed, and he has never seen "white lightning" again. He was a little disappointed and had no intention of painting. Meima Cong sang a little song every day and raced against time. He sensed that he was so eager to see the "white lightning."
"Why don't you paint anymore, what are you doing sitting here?" One day, he was sitting there alone again, when suddenly someone was talking to him behind his back, it was a woman's voice, and he had a premonition that it might be "white lightning" coming again. He hurried back, and sure enough it was her. "Lightning" had already flashed to the side of the brow bush. However, today is not a "white lightning", but a "black lightning". I saw that she was wearing a proper black dress today, which looked so natural and decent under the illumination of the lake.
"I'm waiting for you!" The brow furrowed and said to her mercilessly.
She laughed and said, "What am I waiting for?" You don't know me! ”
Yes, he didn't know her, but he hadn't forgotten her for more than half a month. He said, "We've known each other for more than half a month, so how can we say we don't know?" She tied up her bike and stood in front of him, and he saw the fine sweat on the tip of her nose.
"Teacher Mei, teach me to draw." She looked at him and said.
He was shocked and asked, "How do you know my last name is Mei?" ”
She tilted her head, smiled sweetly, and said, "Guess what! ”
He shook his head and said, "I can't guess! She said, "Didn't you give art classes at the Bunka?" I'm your student! ”
He remembered that he had lectured at the cultural center last winter, but he had no impression of her.
"There were so many students, I can't remember." He said to her.
"It's normal," she said. She then turned the subject around and asked him, "Why do you sit here in a daze every day, why don't you sketch?" ”
He asked thoughtfully, "Every day?" She nodded, "Every day! He asked, "Are you observing me every day?" ”
She said, "Observe? What do I observe you doing? I just pass by here every day and see you! He asked, "What do you come to the lake every day?" ”
With an incomprehensible smile, she asked, "Do you have to ask a why for everything in the world?" ”
He was speechless. She kept leaning back on her bike as she spoke to him. He found her posture beautiful, so he picked up a paintbrush and sketched it.
She looked at him motionlessly, her eyebrows furrowed knowing that she was cooperating with her, and he quickly drew her down with a shorthand technique. She kept smiling, a smile that seemed to be happy. She had no intention of walking away.
He asked her, "How can I contact you?" She looked up at the white clouds in the sky, thought for a while and said, "I'll take the initiative to contact you." "So he wrote her his cell phone number and email address." Thank you! She said.
The lake is very quiet, the water is shining, and the view is endless. On the other side, the dark woods obscured the mysterious humps of the distant skyline. Nearby, there is a flock of wild ducks playing in the water, and there are also many cranes dancing together than mei. They are all thermostatic animals, and the heat and cold of nature have little effect on them. He had finished drawing it, and he handed her the portrait, and she looked at it and smiled like a chrysanthemum. She said with a congratulatory hand: "I finally have a portrait of myself." Paint it like that! You're amazing! He said, "The painting is not good, take it!" She accepted the portrait, looked him in the eye and said, "Thank you, goodbye!" "She's gone. As she walked, the dress fluttered up like a black flame. He kept looking at her until he couldn't see her.
As soon as she left, somehow, his heart was empty. He sat quietly for a while, packing up his things and getting ready to finish his work.
"Oh—? How does your phone play? He was packing up the drawing board when he suddenly heard her say this, startled, how did she come back silently? He immediately stopped packing his things, quickly straightened up, and looked at her with a smile.
"How did you come back?" he asked.
She said sheepishly, "How do I call my phone?" ”
He was stunned and asked, "What, you can't call the phone?" ”
She shook her head and said, "No, I really don't, I've never played." ”
Oh my God, now that we have entered the tenth year of the new century, in today's information-rich world, are there really people who can't call mobile phones? Was she teasing him, or did she come back without a word?
"You really won't?" Brow furrow asked her.
She seemed to be unhappy, shook her body and said, "I grew up so big, I really haven't called anyone on the phone!" ”
Although he did not quite believe her words, he looked at her very sincerely.
"Do you make landline calls?" He asked her.
She pouted her mouth and said, "Look at what you said, why can't I make a landline phone?" I'm not that stupid! ”
When she said this, he understood, she just hadn't called her cell phone number. He told her seriously how to play the phone. "I'm really stupid!" She smiled innocently and walked away.
She trusted him. She is convinced that people who have truly seen the world often do not feel how superior they are, and they will not easily mock others and look down on others. That is to say, the more knowledgeable people are, the more respectful they are. She thinks that between the eyebrows is such a person!
In the evening, meima cong returned home, and his wife asked him what he had painted today, and he said that he had no inspiration today, no painting. He rested when he finished. But he couldn't sleep at all, and his mind was full of "lightning" images. "Why don't I ask her what her name is?" He was regretting it. The next time I see her, I must ask her what her name is.
Ten days had passed, and she had neither come to the shore of the South Lake nor called him, and he missed her a little.
These times, Mei Jian Cong came to the South Lake, did not sketch, only sat quietly. He looked at Zhu Chengbi, and his heart was very confused, what was wrong? He thought.
"I miss you too!" One day, she finally got on his phone. She told him that her name was Xiaohong, she was a student at a technical school and loved art. My father was a shoemaker and worked out on the side of the street. My mother, a laid-off worker at a street-run business, now makes children's clothing at home sewing machines. My brother went to pull people in the wind and rain with a tricycle, and he had to pull more than 12 hours a day. The sister-in-law is an egg vendor, and the sister-in-law walks in the city all day.
She said that their family basically belonged to Wu Shifu, and the whole family used their strength to beg the society for a little reward. The reason why she often came to the lake was because her mother was sick, and there was a grass called "cat's eye" that could cure her mother's disease, so she often came to the lake to fight this grass...
She talked a lot on the phone and his phone was all hot. He now understood why she couldn't use her phone, because such a family environment required almost no external contact.
She said: "No one in our family has a mobile phone so far, how can I call a mobile phone?" You wouldn't laugh at a family like ours, would you? ”
He said busily, "How can I laugh at your family!" Mei Ma Cong knows that today's society is to a certain extent "poor in the streets and no one asks, rich in the mountains have distant relatives." There won't be many people associated with a family like hers.
She paused and said, "You said you missed me, and when you know my family situation, you won't miss me anymore!" I now deeply feel that the colder you are, the less others will send charcoal in the snow. The more you blossom, the more others are willing to add to the icing on the cake. ”
He really didn't expect her to be able to say such a thing.
He said, "I didn't expect you to be a thoughtful girl!" She paused, as if thinking about something.
After a while she said, "If you think I really have thoughts, then my thoughts are also bought with tears." ”
He listened to her words, and his heart was blocked, a little painful.
After a while, he said to her frankly: "Good girl, I just said that I miss you, I want to see you, just like a brother wants to see his sister!" Hearing him say this, she stopped talking, as if she were crying.
He asked, "What's wrong with you?" What are you crying about? In fact, Mei Jian Cong knew why she was crying, he was the one who came over, and he knew that she was really moving.
After another pause, Xiaohong said, "You said you thought I was just brother and sister, and my intuition told me that you were lying to others, maybe you were lying to yourself." But I'm not, I think you love you, I love you from the day I listened to your lectures! ”
She hung up the phone decisively.
Between his eyebrows, he suddenly felt an indescribable taste in his heart, and he stood there for a long time without moving. Did she really fall in love with me so early? Is there really a love at first sight? He was surprised.
He thought, why should a young girl, knowing that he has a family, have true feelings for him? Isn't there really no obstacle or gap in love?
He thought again, love is love, love does not admit why, love just do what! Xiaohong also said, do you have to ask why everything in the world? So, let's go with the flow. "I don't know where it started, but I went deeper." Thinking of this, he was also relieved!
Soon, he gave her the "masterpiece" he kicked with his foot, and when she got the work, she jumped up with joy and screamed, "So beautiful!" ”
She said she loved the painting so much that she would treasure it. She also said: "There is poetry in this painting, the poem is intentional, the meaning is emotional, intriguing, it is really good." He smiled and said nothing.
She asked him, "The road to fine arts is very difficult, how did you get on the road to success?" ”
Eyebrows pondered for a while, looked up at the sky and said, "On the road of climbing in life, if you have a grand goal, don't rush to be anxious about the distance of the goal, and don't retreat because of the grand goal." And split it into small goals, then split the small goals into mini goals, and then act, first complete the nearest mini goal, so that you will complete your grand goal step by step! ”
She giggled and said, "Oh, the mystery is here." You're saying it so well, it's both empirical and reasonable! ”
I don't know how, meijian cong listened to her say this, and her heart was very comfortable. To tell the truth, the eyebrow cong is always worried about her in his heart now, he doesn't know if this is whether he loves her too, if so, he now feels that he is really not himself, and the hormones make the mei jian cong unable to go back to real life.
In fact, he was afraid that he liked Xiaohong. Why, I don't know! He's fighting with himself!
One morning, Mei Jian Cong was intently sketching on the shore of the South Lake, and Xiao Hong unconsciously floated to his side. She didn't speak, just blushed as she watched him paint. Suddenly, it was raining heavily, and they were drenched unprepared.
Mei Jian Looked up and saw the little red in the rain, and asked in surprise, "When did you come?" ”
Xiaohong said, "I've been old for a while." The brow bush looked at the sky, and the rain had no intention of stopping.
Xiaohong said, "Come to my house, my house is very close to here!" ”
He said busily: "I'm all right, you should go home and change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." ”
When she heard this, she pleaded and said, "Come to my house, there is no one in my house, my father is out of the stall." Today is Sunday, my mother believed in the Lord, and went to worship. My brother and my sister-in-law and they all came back in the middle of the night. ”
Mei Jian Cong didn't know why she let him come to her house, didn't she... He had concerns, he had big concerns, and he didn't want to go. But she took his hand and shook it hard, and she said loudly, "Go, or you'll get sick, go!" ”
He looked at the sky again, and the sky seemed to be leaking, and the next one was not over. He looked at the lake in front of him again, and there were many ripples on the surface of the lake, which made people sad. Mei Jian Cong had no choice but to agree to go to Xiao Hong's house to avoid the rain.
They flew away in the heavy rain for a while and soon came to her house. It was a small courtyard in the old street, with a low wooden door, and it seemed that it was a family that was not very wealthy. She opened the door, and as she walked into the room, he saw his work hanging squarely on the wall
。 She said, "Seeing this painting is like seeing you." She said and made a grimace at him, sweet in her heart between her brows. She said to the eyebrows again, "You take off your clothes and change them, here are my brother's clothes, you should change them first, otherwise you will get sick." ”
He was embarrassed to undress in front of Xiaohong and smiled with embarrassment. She seemed to see his concern, turned and went into the bedroom, listening to the sound that she was changing clothes. The eyebrow bush just twisted the clothes and did not change. After a while she came out, a tight undershirt was worn on her body, with a short skirt, and her body exuded youthful vitality.
She saw him looking at her in surprise, and she raised her face and asked, "See what I'm doing, haven't you seen it?" He said softly, "I have never seen you, let alone such a beautiful body shape!" She said generously: "Pull it down, you are engaged in art, what model has not seen?" He let out a clear light in his eyes and said seriously, "That's work, but now..." She asked, "What's going on now?" How now..." He said softly, "Now..." Suddenly, she stepped forward and hugged him, put her head on his shoulder, and began to cry.
"What's wrong, what's wrong with you?" He asked as he stroked her head with his hand. She didn't speak, just hugged him tightly, her chest pressed against his chest, as hot as the fire. Yeah, does that still have to be said? She was truly in love with him. I thought that a girl living in a family like her must be doing things in a disciplined and conformist manner. Who knew she would burn with such passion. Xiaohong is so unrestrained, but....
Outside, rain in a strong underground, brush brush brush. There was thunder in the distance, a burst of sound. I don't know how long later, they stood there motionless, and she seemed to be asleep.
Eyebrow Cong whispered, "It's not too early, I have to leave, otherwise your family will misunderstand when they come back!" ”
She lifted her head and looked at him with complicated eyes and said, "No, they won't come back!" She finished, took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
He immediately understood what she was going to do. His heart was beating hard, and his whole body was burning like a blazing fire. Confused, he walked with her to the bed, and she let go of her hand between her brows, blushing like a flower. She turned on the fan and let the wind blow on her beautiful face. She lay gently on the bed, her eyes closed. Her breath was thick and overwhelmed the sound of the wind. He bent down to straighten her messy hair, and she opened her eyes and looked at him affectionately and said, "Teacher Mei, don't ask anything, don't say anything, there's no reason, let alone why!" ”
The wind was stirring her short dress, and the swing of the skirt was like a flame roasting the heart between her eyebrows, fiery. Originally, she was a fragile girl in his eyes, but he did not expect that she was so bold and unrestrained in the face of love.
In the bedroom hung a portrait of him painting Xiaohong, in which Xiaohong was smiling at him... At this time, the eyebrow bush fell into the predicament of the front and back of the front...
Suddenly, the eyebrow bush woke up, as if awakened from a nightmare, and he stopped all movements, like a robot without power. He woke up for Xiaohong's present, and for her future. At this time, he remembered what a philosopher had said, that young girls are often willful for a while, and will definitely cause lifelong pain!
"Why?" She asked him with wide eyes.
He endured the pain in his heart and said, "I love you because I love you!" ”
When he finished, he rushed out of her bedroom in a panic, picked up the drawing board, slammed the door open, and plunged into the pouring rain. The rolling thunder exploded, shaking him numb. He must walk away decisively at this time, or he will regret it for the rest of his life. He ran out of the hospital, looked back, and saw Xiaohong standing in the doorway looking at him with a look of chagrin, unable to say what kind of complicated psychology she was. The rain blurred her eyes. At this moment, another lightning bolt flew in, and between her eyebrows she saw that her face was pale, pale and frighteningly pale. At this time, she did not look at him, but looked at the rain on the ground with a sluggish gaze, like a statue of a young girl standing motionless. The thunder cracked, and she clasped her hands tightly on her shoulders, her eyes angrily watching the water flowing on the ground...
He ran back to the lake in one breath, and the rain fell even harder, and the whole lake was white. The wind was also strong, and the weeping willows were bent and swinging in pain. He stood on the shore and shouted loudly, letting his body heat energy release. God seems to be releasing energy, lightning and thunder, wind and rain...
Since then, meijian cong has never gone to the lake to sketch again. He felt that the color of the lake now was the flow of water and flowers, and everything was ruined and withered. He believes that he is also Shaohua who has disappeared, has no interest in sketching, and even begins to be indifferent to nature. He was trying to forget her.
In fact, the beautiful South Lake has not changed anything because the eyebrows do not go to sketch, the sky is still so blue, the clouds are still so white, the lake is still so clear, the fishing people are still so industrious, the shore is still so quiet, the weeping willows are still so graceful and colorful, enchanting and moving.
Time has passed, and the past of the rain and clouds is no longer to be found. The underground sky is high and the sky is high, and the kites fly and the fish jump two leisurely. On the shore of the South Lake, everything is business as usual...