"Hey! Qi Yan! You wait! ”

Qi Yan stopped and looked at me smugly, as if he had expected that I would come to him after class.

"How did you do that?" I caught up with him, panting and looking at him. Shredded sunlight jumped on his face.

"I'm a high-level solitary spirit, and it's not hard to do this," he said, nonchalantly, and then asked, "How?" Happy? ”

I nodded and said, "I'm blind, and since I was a kid, my second vision can tell me everything, but it doesn't really see. I don't recognize the color, even though my favorite color is mint green, I just know it's a faint, cool color, but haven't really seen it. There's also the warm orange that my mom loves, all I know is a warm color, but I've never really seen it...... So, thank you. ”

In the class just now, Qi Yan took us to learn the paintings of Renoir, a great painter who lives poetically in the midst of colorful colors, especially good at light and shadow changes and the capture and processing of colors. His paintings are smart, shimmering, dreamy, misty, and always exude dazzling brilliance, and he is one of the most popular Impressionist painters. Sun, air, nature, women, flowers and children. This is the theme that Renoir played throughout his life with rich and gorgeous colors, and the world he wrote about was sweet, bright and pure. That's the light and color I've been longing for.

Qi Yan showed "Portrait of Miss Dawell", "Girl Playing the Piano", "Frog Pond" and so on, and the brilliant colors broke into my vision without warning, and I seemed to be swept into this wonderful world, a world that I had been watching but had never really entered. The color goes from dark to light, from clear to blurry, and finally merges with the light, like a kiss from a loved one, warm and bright. I seemed to look at this gray-haired old man, holding a paintbrush in a trembling hand in a life of poverty, but the corners of his mouth were the gentlest smiles. I was so immersed in it that I couldn't extricate myself and didn't want to. Those paintings seem to illuminate the world.

"It's the first time you've said such sensational things to me. I thought that your tenderness was only for An Yin," Qi Yan showed a cynical smile again, "But you don't have to thank me, these are what An Yin asked me to help you, he knows that I, as a high-level solitary spirit, can exert spiritual power on the painting so that I can also let you see those portraits......"

"You say it's Anyin? It's him? ”

"yes, otherwise why would I be so idle?" He raised his eyebrows, looking indifferent, but said very seriously, "An Yin said that he promised you to show you, but he didn't really do it. He also knows that seeing is your biggest dream, so no matter what, he will help you achieve it. The lonely spirit is the simplest and most loyal existence in the world, love your lonely spirit well, he deserves your deep love. ”

After speaking, Qi Yan left. I suddenly felt like crying, and I stood there alone for a long, long time. Sometimes, we can hug the coldest darkness alone and grit our teeth for a long time, only to burst into tears because of a little warmth. One of the most powerful forces in the world is actually softness. Hold it, and you'll be invincible.

Qi Yan once said that every color is a feeling or feeling. For example, the warm orange color that my mother loves is a warm mother's feeling, and the mint color that I like myself is a feeling of loneliness and loneliness. So, what color is it hidden in my heart? Chen Zhi is my light, she illuminates me and warms me, but An Yin is black, he is the most familiar to me, and he is always by my side and never leaves. In fact, sometimes, being surrounded by darkness does not mean loneliness, it can also be very warm. Eventually, when all the colors overlap, they will eventually converge into an eternal black.

I came to Qi Yan's studio again.

"I knew you were coming to me." There are no lights on in the studio, and the light is slightly dim, but this dimness makes me feel comfortable. Qi Yan sat in front of an easel and stared intently at the drawing board, without even looking up at me. His hand is not touching the brush, but the brush is completing the painting itself. The paint splashed wildly on the paper, slamming into various broken shapes, and quickly forming a beautiful pattern under the guidance of the brush. In the blink of an eye, a painting has taken shape, it is a grassland, and as far as the eye can see, there are yellow-green grasses, they are staggering under the raging wind, but they look hideous, as if they want to vent something. The grass was angry and sad, powerful and vulnerable. Qi Yan stared at the painting, motionless, as if he was seriously thinking about something.

This silence made me a little flustered, and after a long time, I pretended to be righteous and said, "You left without finishing your words." ”

"What more do you want to know?" Qi Yan asked directly. The brush fell heavily to the ground, and all the colors on the painting shattered into powder in an instant, shattering so violently that nothing could be seen in an instant. It doesn't seem to have existed at all. Qi Yan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, completely ignoring the changes in the painting, looking into the distance with a rare expressionless face.

"I want to know what An Yin wants."

He sneered and said, "You should ask him about this, how can I know." ”

"I've asked many times, I've been asking since he became my lonely spirit, but he won't say anything. You're also a lone spirit, so you should know more about this creature than I do, and maybe you can guess what An Yin thinks. ”

"The greatest wish of all lonely spirits is to fulfill the wishes of their masters, and as for their own wishes, most of them are related to their past lives. The Lone Spirit is born with incomplete memories of his past life, and when his trainer reaches adulthood, his memories will become complete. Perhaps, you can find a way to find the memories of An Yin's past life. ”

"An Yin doesn't want to say much at all, how can I find the memories of his past life?"

Qi Yan shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands to indicate that he didn't know, and then sat down and continued to paint. His eyes narrowed slightly, his face was a little gloomy, and he let his brush sway freely on the paper, a mess.

"You don't seem to be happy?" I asked.

"Nope." Qi Yan said decisively, so neatly.

A long silence ensued. He was so immersed in painting that he seemed to have forgotten that I existed. I was a little frightened by his appearance, and when I saw that he ignored me for a long time, I had to sneak quietly to the door.

However, just as I was leaving, Qi Yan suddenly spoke: "There is one more important thing, I have done you such a big favor, should you invite me to a meal or something?" ”

"Don't think I don't know that Lone Spirits don't need to eat. But I don't mind inviting you to the balcony for a drink of the northwest wind, but unfortunately you have to wait two more seasons. I gave him a blank look.

"You owe me so much! You see, you don't remember anything. ”

"Remember what? We've only known each other for a month. I said, but my heart was a little empty. Yes, I really seem to have forgotten something, something that seems to be very important. They are hidden in a corner and cannot be found.

"I taught you to draw before, and I took you to the grassland to play, and so many more, and you don't even remember it at all." Qi Yan's brush added another heavy stroke to the paper, and he didn't look at me.

"When?" I looked at him blankly, my heart pounding.

"Haha!" Qi Yan turned his head to look at me, laughed, and laughed so much that tears flowed out, "I lied to you!" We've only known each other for a month, how can we ever be! ”

I ignored the neurosis, turned and left.