Since we will be living together in the near future, we will officially start to get to know each other.

It sounded a little strange, after all, when they walked through the rainy night with an umbrella, there was still a third of the summer heat during the day. And now an autumn rain and a cool autumn, the deciduous trees on both sides of the street have turned from green to yellow, and after flying silently to the ground, they are rolled up by the wind, and no one knows about kissing and parting in the sky above the city. Soon one will pass through the high-rise buildings and alleys, the mountains and the streets, while the other will quietly return to its roots, leaving for a new reunion in the coming year.

It sounded too literary, Ji Qianyu withdrew his gaze from the sky outside the window, put down the paintbrush, put his hand to his lips, and exhaled a hot breath. Rub your palms together twice quickly, and rub your hands that are a little unresponsive from the cold to make them more active.

It's useless to think about it, the city is getting colder and colder, and it is the last word to build a school to turn on the air conditioning for the studio first, and then it is so cold that it is really so cold that I can't stretch out my hand to paint.

In mid-November, at half past seven in the morning, it rained on Saturday. When we look at the time and place together, it is completely inevitable that there are very few people in the studio. This southern city is extremely prosperous, but it is not very livable because it is hot in the summer and cold in the winter. At this time, he was still working hard in the studio, either he was rushing to a certain dead line, and his face was worse than death, or he was bent on going to graduate school, and he was angry and trying to be strong.

Ji Qianyu counts both, but he is neither in a hurry nor high-spirited. She casually exhaled hot air into her palm, pulled out her phone, looked at the time, and sent a text message to her new roommate.

"See breakfast on the table? It's raining and it's cold today, and although I told you yesterday to make a ham sandwich, I changed my mind and cooked porridge in the rice cooker, and you can heat it up yourself."

After a while, Fu Yufeng texted back: "I see. You didn't have an umbrella with you when you went out? The umbrella is still there in the entrance."

"Forget it, the rain stopped when I went out." Ji Qianyu glanced at the dripping rain outside, and replied without changing her face, anyway, Fu Yufeng would not demolish her, and her speech has become more and more illogical recently.

"What time will you be back at noon?" I'll pick you up."

After taking great pains to finally receive the response he wanted, Ji Qianyu raised his lips slightly with satisfaction, closed the text message page after the time passed, thought about it and clicked on it again, and looked at it carefully.

The reason and process of her and Fu Yufeng's acquaintance are very special, and the relationship is too extreme and turbulent. At that time, I didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and after living under the same roof, I felt extremely obviously that her previous understanding of Fu Yufeng was indeed too thin, and such a liking, looking back on it afterwards, was really not solemn enough.

Time is like a quietly changing temperature, slowly turning yellow leaves, and endless rainy season. Solemn and steady, moisturizing and silent, endlessly flowing day and night. On such a rainy morning, she looked through the text messages sent by the two of them during this time, and vaguely realized that this person was like this.

An old-fashioned romantic gentleman to the bones, with a temperament cultivated by a wealthy family. The advance and retreat are suitable, and the upbringing is good, and the day after she moved in, she received the lady's daily necessities from the same city express; Usually never interfere with her actions, only euphemistically reminded her that the tutoring time is too late, it is not particularly safe during special periods, and it is better to adjust the time slightly if possible.

However, the more you get to know this man, the more clearly you can feel the gentle detachment that surrounds him with politeness and firmness. He didn't charge Ji Qianyu's rent, but acquiesced in her behavior of taking on the chores of three meals at home; will not refuse Ji Qianyu's various kindnesses in the open and in the dark, but he will always be able to give back quietly. Always respect fairness and never owe each other.

As a live-in roommate, this person is simply impeccable. But Ji Qianyu didn't move here to be a good neighbor with him without incident, she ambitiously planned to refute Fu Yufeng's evaluation of her, save her image, and prove that she really liked him and liked to fall apart and not marry, but the facts were there, many times she was really helpless, and felt sincerely powerless, a wall was between two people, and overthrowing it was not something that one person could accomplish unilaterally.

But she can't blame anyone, she can't blame Fu Yufeng's coldness, and she can't feel sorry for her inaction.

Because of what happened now, Fu Yufeng had made it very clear to her. And she doesn't believe in evil, and refuses to accept fate, regardless of falling in love with a depressed patient, and then finds that the bloody experience of her predecessors is really not alarmist, she is confident that she will melt a piece of hard ice, but she is not sure how to soften the rock formation wrapped in the ice.

The group of depressed people is like a dormant and silent volcano. On weekdays, it looks completely like ordinary people, but you don't know how many turbulent rock currents are surging under such calm waves, and you don't know that on a certain day in a certain year, the scorching heat of such anxiety will suddenly fall silent, away from the hustle and bustle of life.

Restlessness, pessimism, misanthropy, hopelessness, hallucinations, delusions, suicide, struggles...... There are always many negative feelings in their hearts, and those who have completely given up hope have succumbed to instinct, and those who still want to maintain normalcy are still struggling to persevere. You never know what a desperate and dark heart lies beneath their quiet surface.

Ji Qianyu was once optimistic that Fu Yufeng did not fall into such a state, but the state of his hand was affected by depression, so he could not continue to play his piano in the □□ orchestra pit.

Then she gradually understood in Fu Yufeng's never-ending medication, the lights that rarely went out at night in the piano room, and the eternal darkness in his eyes, even if he was so good, so considerate, so good, so gentle-

In the face of cruel disease, it is no different.

She is an orphan girl with no future, and he is a tormented patient. They are all people with great conditions and bright prospects in the eyes of others, only each other can understand how difficult each other's road is, as if life has reached the end of the road, only relying on strong unwillingness and refusing to fall to admit defeat, although maybe the next second will not be able to survive, fall on the road to the light.

The deepest and most unspeakable uneasiness in her heart was the fear that this man, who had generously accepted her wolf Bèi, would not be able to join her towards her tomorrow and beyond, which was beginning to improve.

After all, it's the same sentence: it's useless to think too much. Ji Qianyu breathed deeply, put down his phone, and picked up the brush again. After dipping the paint, he couldn't get the pen down, and the full paint gradually sank out a rickety drop on the tip of the pen, and it was about to fall on the drawing paper, so Ji Qianyu put it back on the palette, stared at the painting for a few seconds, sighed and began to pack things.

Painting is a matter of mood and inspiration. Even if there is not much left before the deadline, but now that it is gone, there is no point in spending any more time here, so I can only adjust the state first and find inspiration by the way.

She is drawing the work to be handed in for the school anniversary exhibition, and the draft has been typed and passed the review by the tutor. The tutor praised her idea, but expressed great surprise at the style she had chosen.

"The deep blue sea under the silver moonlight, the silent reef and the black shadow of the ship help the moon to form a triangle in the picture, a very standard and stable composition. But...... Are you sure this is the painting you intend to hand in? ”

Yes, Ji Qianyu asked sincerely and seriously: "Is there a problem, if there is a problem, I will change it?" ”

"That's fine......" The tutor shook his head, put her draft aside, and glanced at her curiously, "It's just that I didn't expect you to choose to create such an impressionist work, although any genre will be involved in the course, but in terms of painting level, you have the most profound understanding of epimorphism,"

With her own wanton distortion and abstraction, she is very good at using a sharp and aura brushstroke to create a bizarre picture, anxiety and panic or anger and frenzy, all of which are invisible in the whimsical lines. The old professor didn't know why a young and beautiful girl would have such a deep understanding of epilogism, but this is an artistic rage, and an artist's most precious talent.

In contrast, although Ji Qianyu is also very handy with the relatively soft impressionism, compared with the study of the style of epilogism, there is always a little less sense of amazement. The old professor reminded Ji Qianyu euphemistically, but saw the young blue-eyed girl's eyes bent and showed a rare smile to herself.

"Because I recently had this dream about the moonlight and the sea, which I can't grasp." She said.

"I want to save the moment I dreamed of it."

Since there is a reason for the incident, and the reason is acceptable, the mentor also made a decision and passed her sketch. The weather was wet and cold and rainy, and carrying the painting folder on his back would make the painting stained with moisture, Ji Qianyu left the painting in the studio and walked slowly along the corridor alone.

She originally thought that she was going to paint all morning, and it was still a long time before she told Fu Yufeng. She didn't bring an umbrella or a book, so it was inconvenient for her to go to the study room, so she simply turned around and turned into the piano room at the end of the floor.

Although it is a teaching building of the Academy of Fine Arts, there are many families who have to combine music when learning various genres, and music-themed creations often appear. She sat down in front of the piano room, thought about it, pressed her fingers on the piano, and clicked the keys in the drizzling rain.

Living in a city and hearing the heartbeat of the city. "Flowing City" was created in a very new time, but the music has a very traditional melodiousness. Clean, ethereal, warm, and quiet, she doesn't remember the score well, she plays it very slowly, she closes her eyes and lowers her head quietly, she doesn't know that the calmness of her side face is becoming more and more like Fu Yufeng.

The song was not long, and before she had finished playing the keys, there was a crisp applause from the door. Ji Qianyu turned his head and saw that Yao Yuling's applause had not stopped, standing at the door, looking at her fixedly.