Song leisurely looked at the painting in front of him, and finally smiled with satisfaction after a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

One of the three sacred lakes in Tibet, Sheep Lake flows quietly like jasper on this dry desert, making people want to indulge in its beauty and mystery.

During his trip to Tibet, Song Youran painted a total of 25 paintings in nearly half a year, but only this painting lasted the longest, with the most intentions, and was also the most favorite.

Once you're done, it's time to go home.

Song smiled lightly, his fingers lightly touching the edge of the drawing board.

Why do you have an indescribable emotion, with a little reluctance, and regret......

Regretful? Song Youran wondered, she had fulfilled her father's and her own wishes and painted excellent works, why did she have regrets?

But those emotions in his heart were as dense as cotton threads and intricately rolled together, Song Youran shook his head and ordered himself to leave all those emotions behind.

Don't think about anything, Song Youran.

When the paint was dry, Song Youran sorted out his painting tools, picked up the drawing board and returned from Sheep Lake to the Hajia family, there was no lake on this road, and there were not even a small depression of water traces, and the stones and desert were all over the land, and when the wind blew, it would raise a cloud of dust.

It's hard to imagine that there is such a beautiful view hidden here.

Zhuo Mi was boiling sheep soup, and when she saw Song Youran coming back, she beckoned Hada to help her carry the drawing board.

"Sister Youran, I'll help you."

Hada's face was flushed, and when he saw Song Youran coming back, he glowed with joy, and his little hand stretched out to pick up the painting tools in Song Youran's hand.

Song Youran touched his head, smiled, and without refusing, he took the drawing board off his back and handed it to him.

She was so tired that she let herself relax and not think about anything along the way, but those memories had to drill into her mind one by one.

She came to Tibet in order to calm herself, how did this peace be broken by the unrest after the painting was completed?

Song Youran wiped the sweat from her forehead, the weather was not very hot, but the Tibetan clothes on her body were still soaked with sweat.

Scooping some water from the water tank, Song Youran slapped it on his face with cold water, and felt a lot more comfortable.

"Are you alright?" Zhuo Mi looked at Song Youran, whose face was pale, worriedly, and handed her the towel.

Song Youran shook his head and smiled back with a grateful smile from Zhuo Mi.

She never thought to tell the Zomir family about her, she just told them that she was here to sketch and leave when she was done.

She didn't want to worry about the people who cared about her anymore.

Recalling her trip to Tibet, she was originally going to walk the whole journey alone, but when she met the Zhuomir family, it seemed that she had companionship, a home, and a home-like place, which made her nostalgic.

She has never enjoyed the beauty of her family so happily.

But in the dead of night, when Song Youran lay in the tent and listened to the dense breathing of the Harbin family, she would suddenly miss everything in the capital, Song Qianqiu, An Jingyu, the past life and the home she had not paid attention to.

She originally thought that the two of them were some kind of family, but when she lost it, she realized that a place with relatives is home.

Song Youran's eyes shone with waves, and he smiled slightly, now, it's finally time to go back......

"Sister Youran, haven't you painted well?"

"What?" Hada's words made Song Youran come back to her senses, she raised her eyes to look at Hada who was tilted his head, his eyes were rolling as black as grapes.

"When my brother can't write math problems, it's the same expression as Sister Youran." Ha Da looked at Song Youran sincerely, and put the chocolate in his hand into Song Youran's hand, "Brother said that when I can't solve the problem, I feel very tired in my brain, and if I eat a piece of chocolate, my mood will be better." ”

Song smiled leisurely and took the chocolate in Hada's hand, this place is far away from the bazaar, there is a lack of materials, this chocolate must not be easy to get.

Seeing that Ha Da was so sensible, Song Youran's heart was sour, in the past few months, Ha Da was like her younger brother, this chocolate was in her hand, she didn't know what to do.

Zhuo Mi stirred the soup and turned to look at Song Youran: "Leisurely, it doesn't matter if you can't draw it, your body is important, don't tire yourself out." ”

"No, it went well today."

Song Youran shook his head, took the easel placed in the corner to the center of the tent, and carefully lifted the canvas.

"Wow!" Ha's eyes lit up, and he was about to step forward and touch the painting.

"Don't touch it!" Zhuomir shouted, and hurriedly ran over and slapped Hada's hand, "Hada! What should I do if I get my painting dirty? ”

The back of Hada's hand hurt, crystal tears hung in the corners of his eyes, and he timidly pointed to the painting: "Mom, look, it's really beautiful!" It's Sheep Lake! ”

When Zomir heard Hada's words, he followed his little hand and looked at the canvas, and his eyes lit up.

It is so beautiful, the jasper lake flowing in the desert is like a sapphire, quiet and sacred, but this lake seems to be different from the sheep lake they saw, there seems to be a pair of eyes in the middle of the lake, deep and flawless like a god, and as uncomplaining as love......

Shocked by the painting in front of him, Zomir's legs went limp, and he knelt down.

"Zomir, what are you doing here?" Song Youran was startled and hurried to help her.

Zhuo Mi pushed Song Youran's hand away, looking at the painting with soft eyes, his cheeks flushed slightly.

Song Youran and Hada glanced at each other, both a little confused.

After a while, Zomir stood up, but he was still staring blankly at the painting.

"It's so beautiful...... Zomir closed his eyes, wanting to keep this painting in his mind forever, and when he opened his eyes, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes excitedly.

"Leisurely, you're such an amazing painter!" Zomir looked at the painting around the easel and suddenly his eyes widened, "Oh no! ”

"What's wrong?"

"Ahh Zomir let out a wail and pointed to the mutton soup in the pot, "The soup is dry. ”

"Haha......" Song Youran's heart was lowered again, and he couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Zhuo Miri's sad appearance.

While saving the soup in the pot, Zhuo Mi asked Song Youran: "Youran, does this painting have a name?" ”

"Turquoise," Song pondered for a while, "The Lost Turquoise." ”

The inspiration for this painting is because of him, and Song Youran also wants to name it after him, perhaps this turquoise she has lost.......

But it doesn't matter, you gave me a ruby that is unique in the world, and I'll give you this painting.

Even if we lose it, we still have a good past to remember!

Turquoise, Qingfan, your lucky stone.

"It's good, it's good," Zhuo Mi said with a look on his face, put the soup on the table, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, "It's just leisurely, the painting is finished, you're leaving, right?" (To be continued.) )