The small river filled with heat and water waves is like a picture scroll in this summer day, fish in groups of three or five flooded up the river to breathe, and the bright sun hits the calm water, sparkling and flashing with moving light.

Under his eyes was a green meadow, occasionally one or two children would run and play, the breeze was blowing, and bursts of coolness were blowing on Xia Xuan's face, which was cool and comfortable.

He sat on the lawn, took out his sketchpad and color grading tools from his backpack, and looked up at the beautiful scenery in the distance, fragments of his memory blurred into view.

"Are you alone?" A light voice burst into my ears.

Xia Xuan turned his head and saw a girl in a floral dress blinking her two big eyes and looking at her curiously.

"Have we met?" Xia Xuan was stunned, and unexpectedly opened his mouth to ask, and felt that this sentence was too much like a conversation, scratching his hair and saying, "That, you look familiar."

The girl chuckled and shook her head, her voice like a leaf, very soft and soft: "Maybe I have a face that everyone is familiar with."

Xia Xuan asked curiously, "Is there something wrong with you?"

The girl smiled and said, "I saw you drawing, and I was curious for a while, so I came to take a look, Agassi, I didn't bother you, did I?"

Agassi?

Xia Xuan touched his nose and smiled at the corner of his mouth, the girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and it was not too much of a problem to call him an uncle.

"Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person?"

"Don't be afraid, Agassi looks kind."

Is this a compliment or a derogation?

Xia Xuan smiled: "Nei, I'm really a good person, but I'm not very good at drawing, I'm afraid you will be disappointed when you see it."

"Keng instantly." The girl sat down on the lawn, her floral skirt fluttering slightly in the wind, her hands buried in her knees, quietly looking at the surrounding scenery, and turned around and stuck out her little tongue: "My dad chatted with his relatives, and I felt bored before I ran out."

Xia Xuan stretched his waist, heard the girl's words, smiled indifferently, adjusted the color he needed, picked up the paintbrush, and began to compose on the pure white drawing paper.

"Agassi, what are you drawing?" The girl stepped forward and watched Xia Xuan start writing curiously.

Xia Xuan didn't answer the girl's question, the brush slowly drew one stroke at a time on the paper, until the general framework was constructed, he put the pen down and said to the girl: "A scene worth remembering."

The girl held her pink little face and blinked with her big eyes: "It seems that Agassi is also a boy with a story."

"The story of the twentieth generation can only be used to deceive you children."

Xia Xuan lowered his head and continued to paint, the surrounding scene seemed to return to that day, the sunset was setting, the orange sun was as warm as flocculent, the fire clouds rolled up a cool breeze, he was sitting on the lawn with a harmonica, and a girl with a schoolbag came in the distance.

"Are you, too......"

The voice was so soft that no one could hear it.

"It's very well drawn." The girl's eyes lit up.

The paintbrush stopped on the girl's face, Xia Xuan didn't move for a long time, and the girl looked at him in confusion: "Don't you paint?"

"Mianada."

Xia Xuan closed his eyes, and beautiful memories appeared in his mind, and the cheeks hidden in the depths of his memory now appeared clearly in his sight.

The girl looked at Xia Xuan in surprise, opened her mouth and didn't know what to say, just looked at this man, and felt that he had a feeling very similar to Ernie on his body, a faint sadness, a faint silence.

The pen began to sway.

The girl's face was drawn little by little, a little immature, a little green, two small dimples smiled very beautifully, walking on the path by the river with a schoolbag on her back, looking carefree and free.

It was her at that time.

The harmonica is soft and beautiful, but with a bit of loneliness.

It was him at that time.

The fateful meeting of two people with different personalities in this inconspicuous place, here is the www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion, and it is also the end, in that brilliant fire cloud, burning the memories to the ground.

"Sad Agassi." The girl muttered in a low voice, her eyes fell on the girl in the painting, her eyes were a little curious, a little puzzled, and she said softly: "Is it the uncle's oil miscellaneous relatives?"

Xia Xuan pointed to his heart and said calmly: "It's a relative who will always be hidden here."

Smiled again, looked down at the finished painting on the drawing board, as if she was right in front of her eyes, her voice was warm and soft: "You said that people live for a lifetime, don't you just want to be comfortable, but what about you, you have to be nosy, you see, who still remembers you now, probably not, only I, Paben, have been thinking about it."

"But, I'm going to bury you somewhere in my heart after all, and I'll regret it, so come back to me, come to me, and say to me like I did at the beginning, I'm not very beautiful, so be friends with me."

The girl listened silently, and for some reason, at this moment she suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she often cried, and her mother touched her hair and gently hugged her into her arms.

The mother's words were very light, but they made the girl remember deeply: "It will pass, and it will pass as soon as it happens."

"The pain will pass, all the unhappy things will pass, and then happiness will come." The girl spoke softly.

Xia Xuan didn't feel sad, just smiled faintly: "I'm not sad, these are all things that people must experience in the process of growing up, but the memory is very deep and it's hard to forget, so occasionally sigh it, it's good for physical and mental health."

"Agassi, I, Ernie also said, once something is gone, it is gone forever, it will never come back, it can only be remembered in the heart." The girl nodded.

Xia Xuan raised his head and smiled: "Your sister is quite literary."

At the mention of her sister, the girl's expression became different, and she patted her small chest and said proudly: "Of course, Ernie is my idol."

The smile on the corner of his mouth had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

As if I had seen it somewhere.

Xia Xuan shook his head, making sure he hadn't seen this girl before.

Flipping through his backpack, he pulled out a picture album and carefully stapled it to the last page.

The girl's eyes froze: "Agassi, can you show me?"

Xia Xuan hesitated, handed over the album, the girl turned the first page, the bright sunlight hit the ground, lengthening the shadow of the bench, and the mottled light sprinkled with a slight coolness in the breeze.

Swings and slides can be seen in the distance.

"Agassi, are you an artist?" The girl looked at Xia Xuan in surprise: "Otherwise, it would be impossible to draw so well."

Xia Xuan was also not modest: "This is the only thing I can do all over my body."

"Can you let me take a picture. I'll go home and take my time. Seeing Xia Xuan frowning, the girl was afraid that he would think too much, so she hurriedly spoke: "I don't mean anything else, my sister also likes to paint, if she is allowed to see such a beautiful painting, she should be very happy."

Xia Xuan waved his hand and smiled: "I didn't say no."

The girl grinned, "Agassi, you are indeed a good person."

A good guy card in hand.

After she finished filming, Xia Xuan packed up her things and waved goodbye to her: "See you again when you have a chance."

Seoul is so big that it's almost impossible to meet again, goodbye, probably never again.

The girl looked down at the photo taken, and suddenly, the mobile phone rang, and when she saw the name on the caller ID, she stuck out her little tongue and answered it a little reluctantly.

"Ah, Jin Xiayan, can you not worry your parents?"

"Ernie, I met a very interesting Agassi."

"Mo, what Agassi...... Mom and Dad are looking for you, hurry back. ”

"Araso, but Oni, Agassi is really good at drawing, and there is a chance to ......"

Before he finished speaking, the phone had already hung up.

The girl puffed out her face and pouted, and snorted softly, it is because of your character that only one person chases you after being a big star for so long.

The corners of his mouth were cocked again, and he saved the pictures, smiling happily.

You'll be happy to see these pictures.

Who made you my Ernie, I'll be happy if you're happy.

Hmph, I won't bother with you this time.

However, it seems that a new mobile phone has been released recently......

Thinking that the new mobile phone had beckoned to her, the girl smiled and walked slowly in another direction happily.

Just like this sunset, it is brilliant and bright.