Time goes back to the days when Zhao Yilun and I went to an exhibition together for the first time.

I always remember the time when he took me to the temple, quietly, slowly, but always unforgettable. I want to share what I think is the best with him as a way to add to our days together.

This pen does not need to be very colorful, it only needs to be recorded in our short life of a few decades, and I have been with him.

Stepping on the beautifully textured marble floor, you can clearly hear your own footsteps. It's quiet, and I try to stay as light as possible. For me, art exhibitions are my heart's desire, and I don't need to hold my own, just being in someone else's art exhibition is enough to make me feel comfortable.

The decoration in the exhibition hall is all in cool colors, and the lighting is naturally much softer. I stood on tiptoe to pick off Zhao Yilun's hat. When I came, I was worried about the dazzling light, so I specially wore a hat to block the light, but now I don't have to worry about so much.

I grabbed him by the shoulder, and he deliberately tilted his head so that I couldn't reach the hat.

"Take it off, you look like a paparazzi, this hat is still black!" I whispered, "Hurry up."

His eyes blinked as if he could speak, and the shadow of the brim of his hat fell on his face, but I could still see clearly that he was smiling.

"You pick it for me. ”

I waved my hand at him, "You go low, I can't reach it, I don't know I'm short?"

"Come on!" he said, leaning back sheepishly. I have to say that sometimes he is really naïve.

I leaned over angrily, and his pompous acting skills were online again.

"Ahhh

"Shhhh

"It's really down!"

I saw him leaning downward, and thought he really wasn't on his feet, so I took a big step and grabbed his arm in a hurry.

"Lie to you. "He stood up, and I took the opportunity to rip off his hat. His hair was always restless, and there were always a few strands that stood out like no other.

"My hair is messed up, I'll help you clean it up. ”

He was half-crouching, and I reached for his hair.

My fingertips skimmed over his fluffy hair, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. I'm doing everything I can to shorten the distance between us. It's just that I overlooked the fact that when I got closer, he was moving away.

He suddenly looked up, and his gaze fell on the most remote corner, and when I looked over, something seemed to be glowing. The light dissipated into the darkness, making one wonder if what had just been seen was real.

He stared straight into the corner and walked over like he was distracted, not even hearing me call his name.

I followed him closer, and it wasn't until I got to the painting that I realized that the light that had just passed by was not illusory, but real. It's attached to this painting.

The painting in front of me is called "The Sea of Sirens, Drowning in the Sea of Stars", and no one explains it, but the moment you see it is worth a thousand words.

The boy shrouded in darkness propped up the boat, and the lonely boat drifted in the icy sea. Passing through the cold sea is an endless sea of stars, and when painting the sea of stars, special pigments should be used, and there is a faint light on it from time to time. Although it is weak, it is a field of hope for the boy who ferries. Passing through the sea of stars, the Siren, a siren with a peerless face, is calling him with the most beautiful singing voice.

"The Sea of Sirens, Drowning in the Sea of Stars"...... Was it the siren or the boy who drowned?

I focus too much on the meaning of the painting, but forget that I am not the author, and some of the explanations are nothing more than feelings, which may not have much to do with the meaning of the painting itself.

"It's beautiful. I admired it and couldn't help but admire it.

Zhao Yilun didn't say a word to the painting, he seemed to fall into the world in the painting, and his fingertips fell on Sai Xin, who was singing.

A female voice broke the silence: "I'm sorry sir, the paintings in the exhibition can't be touched casually, and if they are damaged, they need to be compensated accordingly." ”

"Sir?"

I shook his arm, still unresponsive. I wonder when he became so obsessed with painting.

The person in charge of the exhibition area on the side turned on the light, and his tone became stiff: "Sir, please respect our work, in view of the violation of the rules of the exhibition area, we will issue a corresponding ticket!"

He ...... He's not, and he's not broken," I tried to defend him, but couldn't find the right reason.

"Sell?" he finally looked away from the painting, and the two words made the person on the other side look confused.

"What?"

"Is this painting for sale?"

"We stipulate here that the paintings in exhibition area B are painted by the painters of Company E, and they can only be appreciated, not for sale. ”

To everyone's astonishment, he turned around and took the painting out of the frame. When the painting was taken out, the bottom two corners were badly damaged, and one corner of the painting was even stuck in the gap in the frame.

"Can you sell it now?"

"Zhao Yilun, what are you doing?" "A good painting, even if you want it, you can negotiate it first, and now that it's like this, you can't sell it, and you can't look at it."

The staff on the opposite side had blue faces, I was afraid that I had never seen such a rude person in my life, and I wanted to call the security guard in a fit of anger. All eyes gathered around him.

Even in this case, I know that he is not such an unreasonable person, and there must be some reason why there is no way to say it.

The half-hung picture frame slammed into the ground with an abrupt loud thud. What was almost unknown just now is now the center of attention for everyone in the exhibition hall.

I looked around in embarrassment, and then upstairs, but luckily people didn't wait too long, hoping not to make too much of a fuss.

I lowered my head, there was an extra piece of shredded paper at my feet, and I squatted down to pick it up, and it was the torn part of the painting just now.

The fragments of the sea of stars eclipsed in the light were written the author's name, Lin Weisheng.

I can't count how many times I've seen this name...... Last time he told me he didn't know her, was it a lie......

Maybe you should have asked this name from the first time you saw it, but why can't you ask it now?

The general person in charge of the exhibition area, a young man in a suit and leather shoes, walked over, rehung the frame on the wall, and asked Zhao Yilun with a smile: "Wouldn't it be good to have emotions to find me, there is nothing wrong with the painting itself." ”

"Have you seen her?"

"You go elsewhere, I'll take care of it here. The man winked, and the person in charge of the B exhibition area, who was angry just now, stepped on the high and followed the trend and walked away.

Zhao Yilun asked coldly, "Where is she?"

"I've only seen paintings. ”

He walked over and patted Zhao Yilun on the shoulder, "The painting is for you, let's go." ”

What will Zhao Yilun say to me next? Or nothing? I don't dare to think about it.

When he turned around and looked at me, I wasn't scared of not being in his eyes, what really scared me was that I saw the shadow of another person in his eyes.

Is it a delusion?

I'd rather be delusional.