In the middle of May, the weather is really hot, and people are already changing into T-shirts.

Occasionally, when I went to Lin Dongzhe to borrow books, I could see Wang Yuan sitting on the ground flipping through the illustrations.

I remember only bringing her once, but I didn't expect them to get acquainted.

Sometimes looking at the two people sitting together and communicating, it feels quite a match. But this is just my speculation, after all, Lin Dongzhe is thirteen years old.

The thirteen-year-old gap cannot be crossed with a few words. Besides, Wang Yuan also said that she was afraid that she would have to spend half her life supporting the weak family she raised.

Think about those times when they were too immature, who didn't have ideals and ambitions, and always felt that as long as they worked hard, they could get what they wanted to have and become the person they wanted to become.

But as we grow older, we find that we can't become the person we wanted to be when we were young, we can't change and can't support our original family when we first started, and even more, we can't change ourselves.

With the emotion of such a short life of 20 years, I picked up the illustration book that Wang Yuan had just closed, and most of the watercolors in it were the watercolors I was good at.

There is a painting in it with the theme of 'Starry Sky'.

Starting from the top right corner, it slowly transitions from deep purple to puran, sky blue, and finally pale green. After all the background colors are good, they are decorated with milky white, and they are sprinkled on top to form a magnificent Milky Way.

It's not a shocking realistic style, it's more imaginative. That painting is really beautiful.

I took that book back with me to prepare for the poster drawing for our college arts festival.

In fact, the first person who came to mind when I saw this painting was Zhao Yilun.

Last winter, when we first met, I painted a picture. In that painting, there is him, there is me, and there is an endless field of snow and night. It's just that after seeing this one, I always feel that there is something missing in that painting with me and him.

There are no stars, no, it is missing the Sun No. 2 that Zhao Yilun said.

When he was a child, his mother made up such a white lie to comfort him. Now, how could he not know that at night in this world, there is no sun.

I pulled out the palette and pulled a little milky white out of the paint box. Take out the pointed pen, and the slightly dry tip of the pen is scratched across the acrylic, and the feel is like touching a piece of cream cake, soft and soft. The taste is very pungent, not the sweetness of the cream, but the taste of acrylic.

Slowly, the painting gradually became more colorful, no longer monotonous black and deep blue. More bright white.

Once you've finished drawing, hang it aside.

I used the explanations in the illustrated book to conceive the poster of the Academy Arts Festival.

The endless starry sky is good and novel, but it is necessary to highlight the theme, youth. The computer school next door sets sail for every art festival for thousands of years, and everything has to be painted on the boat, which is too lacking in novelty.

In the past, the foreign language school was like this, but it wasn't a boat. But no matter how novel and unique the background is, the main body is a running person, and this idea is almost rotten on the street.

Try to sketch it, first determine the proportion of the coloring of each area, and don't draw too haphazardly.......

The sketch was almost halfway drawn, but I didn't look carefully, and there was the author's name below, Lin Weisheng...... Lin Weisheng, where have you heard of it, where is it?

I searched quickly in my head for everything about the name, and it was a passage written in the blank space of "White Night Walking" the other day.

Quickly pulling the book out of the shelf, I found the page.

'I guess we didn't dare to take that step because we were all in the white night as we know it, wasted, timid for fear of the price of change........ We didn't accept each other's all, Lin Weisheng. ’

Compare the line of small words below the illustration, 'Lin Weisheng's painting'. Lin Weisheng, even the name is exactly the same, it won't be a person, right?

There is also the bookmark in the book that Lin Dongzhe gave me before, the bookmark....... I found the book and looked through it several times, but I couldn't find the bookmark.

I remember, I put it in this book, did it fall to the ground?

Bending down and searching carefully on the ground, he still couldn't find it.

That bookmark actually doesn't have much to do with me, probably because of curiosity, I can't find it, I'm a little annoyed, where did I go? It can't be Zhao Meimei thrown away as garbage, right?

But she hasn't been back recently.

Lin Weisheng, I caught a glimpse of that name again. opened the notebook Baidu Lin Weisheng These three words, one hundred and eighty related messages appeared, Lin Tail, Lin Sheng, Sheng Ge.......

None of them can match these three words.

I lay on the table a little deflated. A bunch of advertisements popped up on the computer, what ten times a night, women's secrets, how to make a man rejuvenate his strength, and 36 ways to replenish his kidneys..... Ah, I just installed a decompression software recently, how can I come with so many toxic ads!

I reluctantly turned off those advertisements one by one, and at the end, it was the push of a popular Korean drama.

Drama..... I remembered that the bookmark was related to a Korean drama, which should be called "Private Garden".

Search for "The Secret Garden". It looks good. I was about to start the first episode, but I almost missed the point.

The president of the student union of the college called, and the art festival was ahead of schedule, and the theme board was to be drawn overnight.

I turned off my computer, hurriedly packed up my painting tools, and folded it back when I was about to go out.

Leave a post-it note for Zhao Yilun and tell him that I won't be back tonight.

When we couldn't meet in person, we would communicate with post-it notes, and he would remind me to drink water and eat, and I would complain that he wouldn't return all night. All kinds of trivial things have been accumulated, and there are almost sixty post-it notes.

He has been going out every now and then, and he doesn't know what he's doing, and sometimes it's the norm not to see him for a day or two. But still tell him what I'm doing so that he doesn't worry so much when he comes back.

I also took a 368-color marker for the color touch-up. Our board report team decided to prepare a two-handed plan, drawing directly on the wall or drawing on a huge piece of watercolor paper and then pasting it on the wall.

After feeling the school in a hurry, we agreed that the main body of the painting was the starry sky.

When I was mixing colors, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and I didn't go to Lin Dongzhe in vain, and the borrowed books really came in handy.

The team leader is a chubby girl who always likes to wear black-rimmed glasses, and she is very delicate, and her way of speaking is also very funny.

I remember one time when the subject of our painting was wolf nature, and as a result, we who were not professional drew the majestic wolves into grinning teeth..... Wild boars and stupid donkeys. It just looks like it, not deliberately.

Another senior, Xu Wei, who is mainly responsible for shaping and coloring, is borrowed by us from the Department of Fine Arts, which is more professional.

People are handsome, they have long legs, and in short, everything is good, but they are a little neurotic.

He likes to dance while painting, twisting his uncoordinated body and pretending to be cool with a paintbrush by the way, and his mature and sophisticated painting skills are ruined because of this nervous way of painting.

He turned on the daily fork loading mode again.

"Su Ke, isn't my brother handsome?"

"Handsome ....." has ghosts.

This kind of activity that requires painting is held once every three months at most, and we don't have a few opportunities to work together. Because I like it, whether it's professional or non-professional, everyone has never been sloppy when it comes to painting.

Time passed quickly, and it was already half past eleven in the evening.

The wind that blew in the night was a little rude, with a chill to the bone, but it could not blow away the tiredness that had accumulated for the day.

The undertones are already laid out and need some gradients. There wasn't enough paint, so I was sent out to buy it, and it was so late that I didn't know if I could buy it.

"I want ochre and plain blue, and some more earthy yellow, ah get some white!" Xu Wei sent me the paint he needed to buy, and began to twist his demonic dance steps again.

I rubbed my hands, and behind me was the more demonic singing voice of the old senior: "I was conquered by you like this-"

Ah, it's a psychopath......

Most of the shopping streets across the road are closed, only the dazzling LED lights are still flashing, and there are no closures, that is, convenience stores and hotels.

I went around and around, but I didn't find a stationery store, and I didn't even finish half of the painting, and if I couldn't find it, I wouldn't be able to finish it tomorrow.

I walked to a stationery store and watched for a long time dialing the phone number left on the door.

I had to buy something in the middle of the night, and I didn't know if the boss would break down.

When I was waiting for the phone to be connected, a group of drunk boys came out of the KTV next to me.

One of them walked up to me.

The phone rang, and the boss was talking sleepily, "Hey, do you want to buy anything?"

I didn't answer him, I wasn't in the mood to ask questions. No, I forgot to answer.

Because the person who walked towards me was Lu Xiangnan.

He smelled of alcohol and his hair was a little messy.

In front of the store with LED and other changes, I looked at him incredulously.

How could he drink so much......

"Lu Xiangnan, why do you drink so much wine?"

"I'm coming for you. He ignored my question and said to himself.

Looking for me, I'm afraid I'm so drunk that I can't even remember who I am.

"I'm not Liu Ruoning. I reminded him that he was really not very drunk.

"No," he propped his hands on the wall behind me, and I choked on the sudden approach.

"I'm looking for you, Suke. ”