When he met her, he was still that indifferent and gentle, to put it bluntly, he still had some disdain in his heart, for a middle-aged man of his age, a little girl in his early 20s, an age who loves to dream, it is difficult to have a deep understanding of his paintings. He always felt that what he was expressing was not something that ordinary people could feel. This Qinggao that he hid in his heart was soon completely shattered by this 20-year-old girl he disdained.

"I always feel that these paintings are all painted by the same person. The little girl's crisp words drifted into the ears of everyone at the exhibition. Everyone scoffed, looking at the paintings in front of them, not to mention the exquisiteness for the time being, there was no painting, the painting was about people. A Phoenix bike, a beautiful brick house, or a snoozing cat.

But it was a phoenix bicycle that was struggling in the traffic, old but still in use; a brick house that survived in the cracks of high-rise buildings, delicate and beautiful, but could not withstand the pressure of the gorgeous building, showing a precarious posture; it was a cat sleepy outside the door of a pet store, people only saw its vividness, but the cat's strange lying posture hid its incompleteness.

"What a strange person. The little girl continued to mumble, and the people had gradually ignored her, and he was the only one in the crowd who stood there in astonishment, as if he had been struck hard from behind, not painful, but sober.

He couldn't help but look at her twice.

The second time I met, her face was slightly red, like the surprise reaction of a little girl who saw an idol, and it was like the sweetness of the first taste of love.

Love?

He laughed and scolded himself in his heart, and then treated it indifferently.

She followed her mother to her mentorship and asked him if he would like to take in an apprentice. He refused. Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of disappointment on the girl's face, and suddenly asked in a daze:

"What kind of person do you think these paintings are?"

The little girl understood him, and she did not answer immediately, but looked up at the paintings, and then at him. Bite one's tongue.

"I think it's you. ”

After a long time, the little girl spoke softly. This soft voice, obviously tentative and timid, was different from the crisp voice last time, but it made him change his mind.

He turned to talk to her mother, and then her mother told her to follow her master from now on to learn how to paint, until they were really ready to leave, and the little girl was still in a fog and a little dazed.

When he said goodbye, he found that she was still stunned, so he reminded her.

"From now on, you will call me Master. ”

His voice is as gentle as his own, like a trickle, and it will naturally come to your head without having to listen very hard.

She came back to her senses, nodded, and finally showed a big smile, and then called him Master sweetly, making his hand making tea shake slightly.

This feeling is very good.

"Xiao Yuan, what about the cat I called you?"

"Here's it. ”

She pointed to Ai Ai's eyes in the bushes, and the faint orange hair under the green cover.

He laughed angrily, "I'm teaching you the basics, you have to draw the look." ”

She didn't answer him, but looked at him earnestly: "It's tired, hide in the grass to heal." ”

He suddenly stopped laughing. He knew she was talking about the one he had drawn. She knew it was hurt, and she knew that it seemed to be basking in the sun outside the door, but it was actually longing for the cats in the door who were about to have a home. Even though they are kept in a more delicate cage.

People sometimes make such a mistake, no matter how good the freedom outside, but it is always not as good as the parents at home who count you for half a day because they come back late for a while.

And what he yearns for is a home, but he can't feel this warmth for a long time.

"Xiao Yuan, come here. ”

"Xiao Yuan, it's not good to draw like this. ”

"Xiao Yuan, make me a pot of tea. ”

"Xiao Yuan, where's my paintbrush?"

"Koen ......"

- "Master, you are always messing around, I obviously put it in the cupboard for you last time. ”

Xiaoyuan, I seem, I'm used to having you.

When, he didn't just look at her as an apprentice, when, he found that he didn't leave her in three words, and when, he felt that this girl understood all his struggles and pains.

"Master, I like you. ”

He was stunned, he ran away, he hated himself a little. He was obviously only supposed to be his master, just be his master, but he gave himself a signal of indulgence, let himself rely on her, and regarded her as his own family.

But is it really just family?

He closed the door and didn't see her.

"Xiaoyuan, we shouldn't be like this. ”

On the contrary, he fantasized that her mother would condemn him, try to stop the absurd affair, and even put him in court for misdeeds, but it didn't happen.

Her mother raised her alone, and she said that Xiao Yuan never asked her for anything since she was a child, the first time was that she wanted to come to apprenticeship, and the second time was that she wanted to live with her master all the time.

In fact, from beginning to end, it was him.

Her mother was calm. Every parent wants their children to be happy. She's no exception. Her only request is to be kind to her daughter.

It was his turn to be in a trance for a long time.

Until he suddenly looked up and saw her holding a drawing board and looking down to paint in the shade of the tree, and her smile after her eyes wandered to meet him.

It was she, a man who could read his soul, a woman who could tolerate the dull nature of his plain and gentle exterior.

His favorite little apprentice.

His lover.