Cool off by the lake in the afternoon.

The cicadas chirp around my ears, the breeze blows on my face, the green silk enters the eyes, a little quiet, a little intoxicating, and before I know it, I closed my eyes, as if I had returned to my youth.

When I was young, I and her in the flower season, often in the afternoon, leaning under the tree together, listening to the familiar cicadas, closing their eyes and snuggling together, I had hoped that time would always stay in that summer, always stay under the tree, always listen to the familiar cicadas, smell the familiar taste.

"Have you finished drawing?"

Xia Xinyu's soft voice interrupted my memories, I opened my eyes, but saw that she was still leaning there elegantly, waving the pencil in her hand at me, and her picturesque face made me feel that every time I looked at her, I was admiring a picture of an ancient beauty.

"I haven't painted my eyes yet, so wait a minute."

I picked up my pencil and hesitated.

Xia Xinyu's eyes are a pair of resentful and affectionate apricot eyes, these eyes need to be painted vividly in order to draw the real Xia Xinyu, and in the painting, she is leaning on the stone bench, although the white clothes and black hair are cold and elegant, but she is still a quiet girl's appearance, and the affectionate apricot eyes are easy to make the painting style classical and sad, which does not conform to the mood of leisure and elegance by the lake.

Win or lose, this painting must be painted well.

I looked up at her, Xia Xinyu on the side put down the pencil in her hand, the moment the breeze blew, she closed her eyes, smiled at the corner of her mouth, as if feeling the breath of the wind, and at this moment, I seemed to capture the most beautiful painting, and inspiration flashed.

Closing your eyes may be the true style of leisure and elegance, and it is the finishing touch in this painting.

I suddenly found that Xia Xinyu, who closed his eyes, perfectly interpreted a quiet beauty, still and charming like a picture, which is a unique beauty.

She also seems to like to close her eyes in the wind.

I lifted the pen and gently traced the finishing touch, and after a few minutes, I finally put away the drawing board with satisfaction, breathed a long sigh of relief, and felt satisfied, I hadn't painted for a long time, and my hands were a little sore.

Xia Xinyu came over quite curiously, she was looking forward to my painting work, and I handed over the rice paper to her.

"Look at you've been thinking about it for so long, it's been a long time since I've drawn."

"It's been a long time since I've held a pen in my right hand, and the right hand of a single dog is a gun." I shook my wrist, and I didn't know if she could understand what it meant to hold a gun, after all, fairies had too little physiological knowledge.

She picked up the drawing paper, and the moment she saw it, a smile of surprise immediately appeared on her face, I knew that this painting satisfied her, but she looked at the painting, and the smile kept on her face, with girlish joy, she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

The fairy smiled and poured out the mortal dust.

"The fairy is smiling so happily, am I painting ugly? Skills are not as good as people to make you laugh, in fact, I am better at drawing the spring palace picture, because I admire Tang Yin very much in my heart, he is the top person who painted the spring palace picture, the first time I wrote a poem with you, I quoted Tang Yin's "Jealous Flower", do you remember? . . ”

I was a little surprised by her laughter, and the more I talked about it, the more indecent it became, but when I mentioned the spring palace map, Xia Xinyu's face flushed with shame, and it was especially obvious when her snow-like skin was shy.

"You're really a rogue scholar, see for yourself."

She scolded me and brought her painting to me, and I froze instantly.

In the painting, I sit quietly, my eyes slightly closed, and a faint smile on the corner of my mouth, as if I have entered a sweet memory, as if I am enjoying a quiet time, listening to the crisp chirping of cicadas.

She actually painted the moment when I was contemplating the memories just now, and the feeling of that memory jumped on the page, and I looked at me in the painting, as if I could still remember the feeling just now.

is worthy of Xia Xinyu, she also chose to close her eyes with the finishing touch, leisurely and elegant with a faint memory, a painting seems to record a period of time, she is better than me.

You've really won this time, but you don't have to laugh so much.

I looked at the smile on her face, and it seemed that there was still a strange emotion, I couldn't tell it, I couldn't see through it.

"The fairy is really talented, and Xiaosheng loses the heart." I smiled at her and complimented.

The same theme, the same closed eyes, whether it is painting or artistic conception, she is better than me, simple pencil drawing, but she paints touching, let me unconsciously flood with memories, taste the taste of leisure.

She shook her head and whispered softly, "I think this time it's a draw." ”

Kindness?

Draw? Do you want to let me?

I looked at her suspiciously, I didn't understand what she meant, she sat down and drank flower tea, her long legs swayed lightly, revealing pink princess shoes, and a cute bow on the shoes, a little pure and sweet, even if the temperament is cold and classical, she is still a girl who loves beauty.

She pointed to me and her drawings and said, "You're taking a closer look at the paintings of the two of us." ”

"I can't see the mystery, I think my painting is still a little inferior, please make it clear." I don't understand what the criteria for a draw she are talking about.

"If you are a scholar in vain, do you have to make comparisons?"

She picked up two paintings, walked up to me, held them high, and put them together, and I instantly stared at "a painting" in front of me with my eyes widening and my mouth growing.

In the painting, the two people, back to back, intimate together, snuggled up to each other, quiet her, smiling me, the two closed their eyes tacitly, enjoying the afternoon time, as if listening to each other's heartbeat, and seemed to feel the warmth of each other's bodies.

In a painting, two people who rely on each other seem to rely on each other.

I didn't expect that Xia Xinyu's painting and I fit together perfectly!

The two of them have the same posture and the same painting style, and at the same time close their eyes and enjoy the tranquility of the afternoon together back to back, forming a beautiful picture.

it...

Is this a coincidence?

It's unbelievable!

I was so shocked that I took a deep breath and couldn't speak for a long time.

Xia Xinyu looked at my stunned expression and smiled softly, with girlish joy.

"Does this count as a spiritual relationship between the two of us?"

Her gentle tone was mixed with a different emotion, a tone I had never seen before.

I finally understood why she always smiled after reading my paintings, and that satisfied smile was not a compliment to my painters, but this unexpected tacit understanding, which touched a sweetness, girlish sweetness in her heart.

"This... It's a coincidence. "I don't have any confidence in what I said.

The two paintings fit together perfectly, without a trace of conflict and discomfort, if it weren't for the two of us coming to the same world, it wouldn't be so consistent.

"Whether it's a coincidence or not, you know it in your own heart." That's the end of her story.

She picked up two paintings and received them on the drawing board, originally I planned to finish the painting, inscribe a poem or something on the painting, and deduct the theme, but now this result, what kind of poem? Lang love concubine? it, don't make a fuss.

"Come with me to the lake."

The two paintings became one painting, and this time the comparison seemed to put her in a good mood, but she wanted to carry the drawing board but it was a little heavy, so I reached out and took it.

She carried such a heavy drawing board on her back? She is stubborn, and for the sake of this painting agreement, she must have carried it alone.

Walking on the edge of the calm lake, the clear water of the lake reflects the figures of the two people, just like the tacit understanding in the painting.

But I thought about it, Xia Xinyu's paintings and I can be beautifully matched, not only the mood comes together, but also the painting style is surprisingly consistent.

People who have been painting for a long time will have their own painting style, how can her painting style be the same as mine?

"Lin Xiaonuan, such a talented scholar, why is he just an ordinary urban white-collar worker, hidden in the city?" She asked curiously.

"Haven't you heard the saying that useless is a scholar? Literature and art can't be eaten as food, whether it's a scholar or a hooligan, living at the moment, eating is the most important thing, elegance can't get rid of the world, literary and artistic youth are just elegant titles given to themselves by people with sour brains, and literature and art don't eat? Stopped pooping? Don't marry a daughter-in-law? In the end, no one can escape firewood, rice, oil and salt, and not everyone is born rich. ”

I said it vulgarly, Xia Xinyu was surprised at first, and then pursed her lips and chuckled.

"Is it useless? I think you have no quarrel with the world. ”

Xia Xinyu was curious about me, and I was also curious about her.

"Where did you learn your drawing?"