Before I knew it, even the day of the vernal equinox had passed. The weather is warmer again, and it is rare that the spring flowers are still blooming, and Yu Fuyao feels that the scenery under the mountain is still good.

Lying on the windowsill and watching the people coming and going outside the window, you can see green trees and red flowers when you look up. It turned out that unconsciously, the green leaves were almost covered with branches, and Yu Fuyao felt in a good mood. Sure enough, you should stay alone.

Well, not alone. Yu Fuyan turned his head and saw Yu Haoran writing and drawing on the table in the outer room, and he didn't know what he was writing.

"Brother." Yu Fuyao shouted.

"Huh?" Yu Haoran hummed in response without raising his head, but the movements in his hands and his full mind were still on the white rice paper.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Yu Fuyao ran to Yu Haoran's side and watched him write and draw there, very curious.

"What?" Yu Haoran didn't answer Yu Fuyao's question directly, but just asked him rhetorically.

The rice paper depicts the scenery outside the hut on the mountain, still snow-capped, resembling dry trees, and various small animals hiding in them. There are birds of prey soaring in the sky, and white wolves on the ground are pounced, looking vibrant. It's so familiar that it's nostalgic.

"Brother, brother! I'll tell you! Over here! Add that little white tiger here! As soon as Yu Fuyao saw the painting that Yu Haoran was drawing, he was immediately interested, and hurriedly reminded. Somewhere on the rice paper, Yu Fuyao reminded Yu Haoran excitedly.

"Well, wait a minute." Yu Haoran is perfecting the white wolf, and it will take a while.

Yu Fuyao obediently watched Yu Haoran's movements with his cheeks on the side, and only the sound of a brush tickling on rice paper remained in the quiet room. The windows have been closed, and the lively scenery has been seen too much, but it is not the same thing, and it makes people feel bored unconsciously, but it is better than the snowy world, which is full of self-domination.

"By the way, brother, why do you suddenly want to be a painter?" After a while, Yu Fuyao couldn't sit still, so he asked curiously. It's been a long time since he's seen his brother paint, and in their house, the best person to paint is his father, and then his brother. My mother can also draw, but my mother doesn't like to use a brush, she prefers to hold a carbon strip and write and draw on that piece of paper.

But Yu Fuyao himself is not very good at this, he can't learn his brother's quiet patience, and he can't learn his mother's seriousness. All his serious focus and patience could only be focused on the toxicity of his favorite herbs, and nothing else was of much interest to him.

But now, it seems that if I could have studied hard, it would have been good. Yu Fuyao thought with some envy. But Yu Fuyao's envy didn't last long, and it didn't take long for his attention to shift to the ink. Hmm, wouldn't it be fun to add something to it? Yu Fuyao thought quietly.

But before he could make a move, Yu Haoran warned him first: "Don't do sabotage." ”

"No one else has one." Yu Fu shook his lips and asked again: "Why is the painter suddenly in?" ”

This question was not completely asked, Yu Fuyao closed it by himself, and he suddenly thought of something.

"The Cold Food Festival is coming." Yu Haoran said lightly.

Yes, Winter Food Festival. Life flies.

"I suddenly want to go back to the mountains." Yu Fuyao dragged his chin and said, suddenly feeling a little bored here.

"None of them are there." Yu Haoran still said lightly.

Yu Fuyao's little sadness suddenly disappeared, his fist was raised, and Yu Fuyao gritted his teeth and said, "It's too much!" Never take me out to play! ”

Since he grew up so much, his brother took him to run all over the mountains and forests, and his father and mother never paid attention to it. He thought that his father and mother might not want to leave the hut, but as soon as he went out, the house would be empty! It's excessive!

Yu Haoran raised his eyes and looked at Yu Fuyao, who was gritting his teeth, and put the inkstone on the table in another place to prevent Yu Fuyao from being dissatisfied, and directly added materials to it. He still wanted to keep this painting.

After painting the white wolf and the latent white tiger, Yu Haoran added a few more brushstrokes to the corner, and a few small mounds jumped on the paper, thick looking, in the corner of the mountain forest, there was no other decoration.

Yu Haoran and Yu Fuyao were silent for a while, Yu Haoran put the painting aside to dry, and he went back to the ground to meditate.

Yu Fuyao looked at the painting for a while, and couldn't help but sigh that his brother's danqing skills had reached a higher level. I wonder if my father and mother remember to draw this year?

In the house high on the mountain, there was a place where there were many paintings. I don't know when it has been accumulated until now, anyway, in Yu Fuyao's memory, it has been stored for a long time. The paintings that pass the time when they are usually okay will also be put there, and the ones that can't be touched by thunder are the paintings from the Cold Food Festival to the Qingming Festival every year.

One piece a day, like a ritual. Yu Fuyao doesn't know how other people's lives live, but for their family, this is a very important thing. It used to be painted by my father and mother. Later, after my brother learned to draw, he would sometimes pick up a pen and draw a picture. But most of the time, it's just to join in the fun, and my brother's paintings are still only in his own room, not in the pile of paintings.

Yu Fuyao understood the meaning of his brother's painting today. My father and mother have gone out, and he is afraid that they will forget their family's annual customs, so he will have this move.

"Brother, I'll help you sharpen the ink tomorrow." Yu Fuyao smiled at Yu Haoran.

Yu Haoran sat on the ground, motionless as if he didn't know anything.

Yu Fuyao smiled happily and sat in the circle chair by the window. Well, it's better to live at home, if it's still so boring.

So, it's better to look for it early.

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