In the afternoon, there was a heavy rain in the sky, Han Chen held an umbrella and walked on the way out of the Normal University to make up for the children's lessons.

But he wanted to ask himself, "Have you become like them?"

I don't know when we have become shy to be quiet and appreciate everything, and this ideal life that should be shining is shyly hidden in the deepest part of our pockets, and it seems that it has long been forgotten.

I have been for a long, long time, I have not stopped to enjoy the scenery on the road, and I have not written down heroic words and ambitions to support the years.

Looking at the intersection under the overpass of the Normal University, buses and buses kept shuttling, he kept thinking, one day, when he was old, too old to hold a pen or a book, at that time, do you still remember your young self?

Recently, he has been lamenting his life, thinking back to the past, whether it was the year before last, or last year, whether it was spring or summer, he couldn't go back, everything was too late.

Even though there is spring, summer, autumn, and winter every year, it is still different from those years, and from then on, it seems that I can only keep moving forward, and my youth will one day grow old and have nothing.

There was a cake shop called (Yangcheng Cakes) at the place where he walked off the overpass, he hurriedly walked in, bought two breads as a meal to satisfy his hunger, and then walked out with an umbrella.

While eating bread, he was in a hurry, and he looked at the time on his hand from time to time, Xin was afraid that he would be late.

"Han Chen!"

Just when he was hurrying away, he saw Xia Qing in the car on the side of the road calling his name, because it was raining, Xia Qing saw him braving the heavy rain and was moving forward, so he wanted to take him for a ride.

It just so happened that Han Chen also wanted to talk to her, after all, they hadn't calmed down to have a good chat since the unpleasant parting of the sheep pedal.

He put away his umbrella, lowered his head and got into Xia Qing's car, seeing that he was eating bread and had nothing to match.

"Are you going to eat this for lunch?" Xia Qing looked at him a little incredulously and asked, he had changed a lot since he hadn't seen him for a long time, his face was much older, and he could see the passing years from his face.

"I have to rush to tutor my students, so I can only eat something on the way, sometimes I have to eat when I come back, and sometimes I don't want to eat when I am hungry. Han Chen replied while eating.

"There is milk in that box, you take it yourself, this bread is too dry, if you eat it like this, how can your body be nourished, no matter what, you still have to take care of yourself. ”

Xia Qing suddenly became verbose, nagging for a long time like a mother worried about her son's body.

Han Chen tilted his head sideways, ready to take the milk, but when he saw Jinwei behind him, he suddenly changed his mind, he stopped drinking milk, and drank Jinwei directly! The sweet and sour taste is much better than milk.

Watching him eat bread, drink Jinwei, and his clothes with relish, it seems that all the delicacies are inferior to those in front of him.

Four bottles of Jinwei version were drunk by his fast speed.

The car arrived more than ten minutes in advance in his plan, because he usually walks, and Xia Qing sent him off today, so he still has time to chat with him.

The car stopped on the side of the road, he didn't get out of the car, but chatted with Xia Qing for a while, he knew that the current tranquility was fine, and he was no longer entangled in his heart, he only hoped that he would have the ability to love himself for the rest of his life and have the strength to love others.

Time passed minute by minute, and in just ten minutes, it seemed that there was nothing in the blink of an eye.

With his schoolbag on his back, he walked towards the student's home, where the child was already waiting for him at his desk.

As soon as he saw Han Chen's arrival, he was very happy, and suddenly stood up from his chair, the homework arranged by his school had been completed, and he was waiting to paint, but why was he suddenly so happy, the excited appearance made Han Chen unable to guess.

"Brother, let me tell you! The aunt next door took the initiative to greet me today and apologize to my mother. ”

Hearing what he said, Han Chen finally understood what he was happy about, it turned out that it was because he lost flowers, apologized, and had a good relationship with his neighbors, and no longer met like an enemy, which was indeed a thing worth being happy about.

The drawing board was opened by him: "whoosh", sat in front with a paintbrush, and practiced seriously, from pulling the line to playing the line, he can already do it very well.

There are a lot of paintings in the room, these are not bought, but written by himself, painting his favorite basketball stars, as well as some of the animals he likes, he himself has a good impression of painting, and every time he chats, he talks more than Han Chen.

Han Chen is teaching him to draw sketches today, there is no physical object as a reference, he only needs to evaluate his imagination ability to paint, plants, animals, and he also determines himself.

"Of course, spring is to paint plants, the peach blossoms that have not bloomed in the community, hey, it doesn't seem to work, the peach blossoms are not suitable for sketching, then the willow trees that have just grown buds!"

He was laughing and muttering to himself about what he should draw to hand in his homework today, and before he had time to think about it, he had already started to put pen to paper in his sketchbook.

Between his sketches, Han Chen had been carefully teaching him on the side, and with a few simple strokes, the shape of the willow tree was presented on the originally white sketch paper.

He was a little excited, a little excited, because he couldn't believe that one day he could sketch what he wanted with his own hands.

In half an hour, he drew all the branches, leaves, and stems of the willow tree, which was already a successful sketch, but he was still sketching.

Han Chen was a little surprised to see him hurriedly moving, and finally couldn't help but open the door and ask, "What are you doing?"

He glanced at Han Chen with strange eyes, his evil smile blossomed, ten minutes passed, he was still painting, Han Chen couldn't help but walk over to see what he was busy with.

I saw him draw a little boy and a little girl under the willow tree, sitting on a chair under the willow tree, holding a book in each other's hands, as if discussing reading.

He smiled and said, "You see, it's the daughter of the neighbor's aunt, we used to read books together here, but since she broke her flower pot and my mother quarreled, she didn't want to pay attention to me, and when she saw me, she took a detour from afar." ”

Han Chen suddenly understood in his heart why a neighbor's aunt could be so happy when he greeted him, it turned out that the drunkard didn't mean to drink.

He also thinks about how nice it would be if life could be like painting, and live the way we want it to.