At this moment, Song Xiangran almost didn't hold the bowl in his hand.

After slowing down for a while, Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingming in surprise and asked, "Brother Qingming, do you still know how to paint?"

Fang Qingming put a finger to his mouth and motioned to Song Xiangran to lower his voice with his eyes.

"I used to like it, but then I worked, and I wasn't in the mood to draw. Fang Qingming had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe chasing your true dreams is not easy.

Fang Qingming will never forget that when he made up his mind to throw away those painting tools, ten-year-old Fang Qingran opened his arms and stopped in front of him, with an extremely serious expression on his face.

"Brother, why don't you try?" Fang Qingran's immature child's voice broke into Fang Qingming's ears.

But Fang Qingming just shook his head helplessly and glanced at Fang Qingran, and then reluctantly stared at the box of painting tools in his arms, and said dejectedly: "Qingran, there are some things, you will understand in the future, there are some things, it's useless to like them." “

"But the teacher said you are very talented!" Fang Qingran was so anxious that tears were about to come out, so he grabbed Fang Qingming's arm and said in a crying voice.

"What's the use, I'm in the army now, and my dad won't allow me to devote my time to these things. Fang Qingming sighed.

Fang Qingran looked at Fang Qingming's face resolutely, held the big box of painting tools in his arms, and said seriously: "I won't give up!"

"Dreams you dare not pursue, I dare. Later, when Fang Qingming asked Fang Qingran why he insisted even though he knew that his parents did not approve, Fang Qingran replied.

After listening to Fang Qingming's understatement of this matter, Song Xiangran felt that he was panicked somewhere in his heart.

Originally, Song Xiangran thought that when Fang Weihua and Chen Meiyun's son, Fang Qingming should live a very happy and happy life, but Song Xiangran forgot the sentence "Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read", and this scripture is no exception even Fang Qingming's family.

"Brother Qingming," Song Xiangran folded the cleaned dishes neatly and handed them to Fang Qingming, "Don't you have time to paint now?"

Fang Qingming laid out the plates and bowls one by one, and looked at Song Xiangran and said, "I have time, but I don't have the mentality I had back then." Today's state of mind is completely different from the past. “

At this moment, Song Xiangran discovered that Fang Qingming's amber pupils were like a pool of bottomless lake, with a relaxed and happy look that was different from the past, and more importantly, it was unfathomably heavy.

"Time is water in a sponge, there will always be squeezing. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Song Xiangran was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly turned around to wash his hands.

Knowing that Song Xiangran looked away because of shyness, Fang Qingming chuckled almost inaudibly, leaned over to Song Xiangran's side and stretched out his hand to wash.

Almost at the same moment when Song Xiangran finished washing his hands and took them out, Fang Qingming stretched out his hand, and the two hands suddenly touched each other. Song Xiangran quickly retracted and wiped it twice on the hand towel next to him.

"I went out first. As soon as Song Xiangran's words landed, he quickly walked out.

"Good. The corners of Fang Qingming's mouth rose unconsciously, and after Song Xiangran left, he replied to himself.

After washing, Song Xiangran volunteered to learn about Fang Qingran's study, and walked upstairs regardless of the stunned eyes of others.

Walking to the door of Fang Qingran's room, Song Xiangran hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly on the door and asking, "Qingran, can I come in?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Qingran inside quickly agreed.

Unlike the somewhat messy studio in the afternoon, Fang Qingran's room was clean and tidy.

The furniture inside is very simple, only a wardrobe, a bed, a desk, and a Persian carpet that covers a large area.

Fang Qingran was sitting at the desk and bowing his head to write something, even Song Xiangran came to his side, and his eyelids didn't lift.

"What are you doing?" Song Xiangran asked curiously.

In fact, as long as Song Xiangran lowered her head a little and got closer, she could see clearly what Fang Qingran was doing, but she felt that it would violate other people's privacy, so she didn't do it.

"Keep a journal. Fang Qingran said coldly.

After standing next to Fang Qingran for a while, Song Xiangran still decided to get straight to the point.

"Sister, the Chinese is better, so let's find out about your Chinese scores first, right?" Song Xiangran asked with a smile, "Qingran, how did you do in your usual Chinese exams?"

"Not very good. Fang Qingran lowered his head and was busy with his own business.

"That's ...... That's a few points?" Song Xiangran was a little embarrassed, because Fang Qingran hadn't even raised his head at all, and when Song Xiangran entered this room, he didn't even look at her directly.

"Forty or fifty. Fang Qingran didn't seem to have any opinion on his results, and still said very flatly.

"Well, what about math? I heard you're pretty good at math. Song Xiangran did not give up.

"Sixty of good luck. “

That's a passing grade, Song Xiangran smiled and comforted himself.

"What about when you're unlucky?"

"It's hard to say. “

......

Under the question and answer, Song Xiangran almost understood Fang Qingran's learning situation, and she only knew why Chen Meiyun used "a long way to go" to describe her.

But if it's the Fang family, the brain is definitely not stupid, and this is junior high school knowledge. Now Fang Qingran's grades are not good, which can only mean one problem, he doesn't want to learn.

Since I don't want to learn, from another point of view, in this world, there must be things that Fang Qingran wants to learn, such as art.

So Song Xiangran asked sideways: "Does Qingran like art?"

The pen in Fang Qingran's hand paused, then nodded and said, "Well, I like it." “

"Then what do you want to do when Qingran grows up?" Song Xiangran saw that his speculation was correct, and continued to ask with a relieved smile.

"Painter. Fang Qingran bit his lip and said.

Song Xiangran began to pace in the room, behind Fang Qingran, thinking about how to start giving his speech.

After all, for so many years, if it weren't for Song Xiangran's eloquent mouth, first, I don't know how many times I was beaten by my parents for being naughty when I was a child, and second, I don't know if I can survive in this life.

"It's good to want to be a painter, but can you be a painter if you paint alone in the room every day without systematic training?" Song Xiangran pretended to look at Fang Qingran with a puzzled look, "If Monet hadn't studied under Eugène Boudin and didn't continue to study art at university, would he have become a later impressionist master?"

Fang Qingran shook his head in a daze.