When the clock starts to slow down, so slow that you have time to look back, you suddenly realize that there are so many things that you have forgotten.

It is only after looking back like this that you finally understand that I don't love you, I just have forgotten that I love you.

Standing in the living room of the Song family, Gong Qingchen found that the decoration style here had changed, the only thing that remained unchanged was the drum kit placed in the center, she ran over with some surprise, picked up the drumstick and said, "Why is this still there?"

"Why can't this be here, I like the drum kit very much!. When Song Yan said this, there was such a deep seriousness in his tone.

The last time Gong Qingchen deliberately played the wrong tune, Song Yan didn't find out, and after he didn't find out, he completely thought that Song Yan was not playing music at all, maybe he was stimulated by Gong Qingchen's disbelieving eyes, Song Yan walked over directly and snatched the drumstick in Gong Qingchen's hand and said: "If you don't believe me, then I'll prove it to you directly." ”

Gong Qingchen listened carefully to his playing drums, although the overall performance was not very smooth, which may have something to do with proficiency. But Song Yan played beyo

There is no mistake in D's "Glorious Years", Gong Qingchen remembered that he didn't believe his eyes just now, but now he was a little embarrassed.

"I, it's not that I don't believe you, you're playing pretty well anyway, it's just that the overall fluency is a little poor. Gong Qingchen gave a very pertinent evaluation.

Song Yan was sweating a lot, although it was said that playing drums was physically work, but let her sweat so much, it was because he was nervous.

Since Gong Qingchen played the drums in front of him, he always can't forget the figure of Gong Qingchen that day, and then he didn't know what happened to him, he actually signed up for a drum training class like an evil spirit, and after learning it for a few days, he suddenly felt that he liked the drum kit.

He seemed to suddenly feel what Gong Qingchen said, what kind of freedom he could feel by playing the drums. However, he still didn't study long enough, and he didn't have that much time to practice. Just now, under Gong Qingchen's suspicious gaze, he was impulsive for a while, and then he was afraid that he would lose face.

"When I was young, my mother also forced me to learn piano, and then after she divorced my father, no one forced me anymore, and I was quite resistant to music before. I haven't studied many classes, and I spend most of my time running away to play, but after you played a drum kit in front of me before, I don't know why I suddenly liked it. Song Yan felt that it was already this time, and there was no need for him not to admit to Gong Qingchen the fact that he really didn't understand music before.

Gong Qingchen, who was carefully wiping the drumsticks there, heard Song Yan say this, and there was a very regretful expression on his face: "I think if you studied music at the beginning, you should have learned it very well now." ”

"Why. I didn't expect Gong Qingchen to comment on herself like this, and Song Yan felt a little interested in her words.

After wiping the drumstick clean and shiny, she said with crooked eyebrows: "Because I feel that you are very perceptive, I can't practice like this today if I didn't work hard when I was a child, in fact, I should be a diligent type, but my father forced me to practice for a long time when I was a child, and I should belong to the kind of person who has no talent." But you're different, it's only been a short time since the last time, and your chances of practicing are certainly not long, but your pitch is very good, and it's not easy to make mistakes. ”

Song Yan laughed for a while when he heard Gong Qingchen's high evaluation and said, "Is it? Then I really regret that my mother didn't force me to practice the piano a little harder, otherwise I would be the next Chopin." ”

At lunchtime, Gong Qingchen walked in the direction of the dining table, and when she passed the stairs, she suddenly paused, and looked at the oil painting at the turn on the first floor with some surprise.

"Song Yan, whose oil painting did you buy, it looks very unique. Gong Qingchen's eyes were still fixed on the oil painting when she said this, and in order to be able to see the painting clearly, she walked up several steps and stepped forward.

The painting shows a woman, she is wearing a white dress and behind her is a blood-red rose, the specific appearance of this woman is not visible at all, the painter has painted every part except her eyes.

"Oh, you said I bought this painting when I went to an auction not long ago, and I heard that the person who painted it was a little-known painter, and I liked his painting very much, and I wanted to take this opportunity to get acquainted with him, but I learned that he had passed away not long ago. It's a pity that these paintings didn't sell well when he was alive, as if he had been quite poor all his life, and now when he dies, people like me will appreciate it. Song Yan shrugged his shoulders several times when he said these words, psychologically speaking, this may be a person's unconscious action when lying, but Gong Qingchen felt that this was just a personal habit.

After all, there is no need for him to lie about such a thing.

This should be considered excellent from an artistic point of view, of course, there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people, so many painters will encounter such a situation: when they are alive, their paintings are not accepted by the world, and when they die, more and more people begin to compete to collect their works.

Gong Qingchen felt that although there were some flaws in this painting, the brushstrokes were not full enough, and the composition of the painting was also a little off. But the reason why a work of art is liked is because you have feelings, something called humanism.

It can be seen that the writer who painted this painting must have loved the woman in the painting, and through the strong color contrast, even if he did not paint the eyes of the woman, this beauty is beyond the painting itself. It is precisely because the woman in the painting lacks those eyes that adds more mystery to the painting.

"It's so good, do he have any other works? I want to buy it too." I may not be able to afford it now, but I really want to save up for a painting like this. "Gong Qingchen used to be a person who loved to paint, although he didn't do anything about smashing pots and selling iron for paintings, but he once abandoned Ji Yunyang to go out to pick up half a month's life for the autumn landscape picture that his wife wanted.

Later, when she came back, Ji Yunyang was angry, it was the first time Ji Yunyang quarreled with him, Ji Yunyang thought that she had disappeared for more than a week before she learned from her classmates that he had gone to collect birth.

is also because of that time when she left for half a month, Ji Yunyang didn't like her to go to her wife even more. Ji Yunyang wasn't afraid that she wouldn't accompany her, she was just worried that she was a girl who stayed outside in the mountains for half a month in order to be a girl, what to do if she encountered danger.

Thinking of this, Gong Qingchen couldn't help but sigh, I'm afraid that this time will never come back, right?