After saying goodbye to the butterfly, Zhuang Yousheng called a car at the corner of the street and went back to his brother's house. My brother's family lives on the outskirts of the city, the house is very large, it is a townhouse, two floors up and down, because my brother and sister-in-law live on the second floor, so I gave him a bedroom downstairs and an adjoining study, which was temporarily used as a living room and a painting room.

My brother has a son, who is already in college, studying finance, and now he doesn't go home often, and he is said to have a girlfriend, but this matter is still relatively low-key for little boys, and occasionally when his brother and sister-in-law ask, he always bows his head and smiles and does not answer, and he is in a hurry, so he will reply, just ordinary friends, do you need this?

The young people now are completely different from them at that time, and they have big ideas. However, Zhuang Yousheng appreciates this very much, maybe he has no children and lives abroad all the year round, many deep-rooted ideas are still a little changed, for the idea of education, it has basically been internationalized, American parents are more casual, the family can talk regardless of the young, as for love, as long as it is not gay, everything is OK.

Although he himself has received a strict traditional education in old China since he was a child, he still disagrees with the current Chinese parents' concern for everything and comprehensive nanny-style education. However, he still clearly stood in the position of a guest, and he would never participate in anything in his brother's house, and he would never make any remarks.

Although there are too many incomprehensions and doubts in my heart, my sister-in-law is the hostess of this house after all, and she is the absolute owner. My sister-in-law is a capable and experienced woman who does everything vigorously, petite and delicate, with short hair, and very beautiful eyebrows, which is inherited from her son, who is also a boy with a beautiful face. Her lips are thin, and at first glance she knows that she is a woman who can speak well.

But don't underestimate it, my brother is a strong man with five big and three thick, and he is definitely silent when he sees her.

She and her brother run a medical device company together, but everyone knows that she is the real supervisor. She is in charge inside and out, and the company's business is very prosperous. They have signed a cooperation agreement with a German company to import health equipment from Germany. It can help patients who need to regain their physical function.

Seeing them, Zhuang Yousheng always felt that what he was doing was so small. In the family as a whole, he was even more reticent.

Fortunately, my sister-in-law is always very busy, and when she finishes working outside, she continues to be busy when she gets home, and she usually says hello to him and walks away by herself. My brother would come to his studio in his spare time to sit for a while, have a cup of tea, and chat, and the two brothers had been separated for more than twenty years, although they had also visited him in the United States, but only for a short time.

After more than 20 years of separation, although there are many words, they are a little unfamiliar with each other after all.

The little nephew likes to hang out with him, and occasionally when he comes home on a day off, he comes to his studio uninvited, sits on the sofa, and asks him what he has been painting recently. Is there a new work?

In fact, since returning to China, he has not painted anything, and has been busy with all kinds of socializing and socializing all day long, interviews with the media, gatherings of friends in the painting world, where he still has the heart to paint, and what is needed to paint is absolute meditation.

When he saw his little nephew come in, he would put down what he was doing and said with a smile: "I didn't paint anything, I was sorting out the previous paintings." ”

"Well, is it published? Published a few copies that I would like to give to a friend. ”

"It's still printing, okay, I'll give it to you."

"Actually, I like to draw too, but I don't have the talent for it." He said with regret.

"Your current major is also very good, in fact, it's really hard to mix and eat when painting." This is telling the truth, he did not tell his little nephew how embarrassing his life is in the United States, and the pressure is beyond the comprehension of the little boy in front of him. He has fine clothes and fine food, and he understands the vicissitudes of life there. Perhaps the biggest annoyance for him is that his mother always cares about his love history.

"Really? Many painters are very famous. He blinked and looked at him, although he was already a college student, he still looked so naïve and innocent with no social experience. On the wall behind him is a painting from his early years, and one of the few landscapes in all his works, the snowy scenes of the Rocky Mountains. He gave this work to his sister-in-law this time.

"It's not as easy as you think."

"You're right." He had a very positive expression, as if he had fully understood, but obviously he didn't take it seriously in his heart, it was just a chat, and he was concerned about the following topic: "Are we playing together today?" ”

It's back to real life, and playing is more important, which is a real joy. The little nephew's eyes looked left and right, and then stared at his face. He didn't like his somewhat repulsive and indifferent expression, but he appreciated it and felt that this melancholy made him look cool. He sometimes wondered if the cold feeling was faked. He also hopes that he can make others feel cold, but he is very enthusiastic by nature, and this cannot be concealed.

He would pretend to be cold in front of his girlfriend, but it quickly melted, because a look, a hug, and a phone call from his girlfriend were enough to make him happy for a day. If his girlfriend could kiss him, he would be dead for a long time.

"This afternoon?"

"yes?"

"I have a meeting this afternoon."

"Okay." He was visibly disappointed. However, his mother warned him not to disturb his uncle, who was very busy after returning home. Mom's words still stayed in my heart. He stood up, patted his pants, shook his hair, and patted Zhuang Yousheng on the shoulder like a grown man, and said, "Okay, let's do it another day." ”

The little nephew likes all kinds of ball games and is extremely active by nature, and when he has nothing to do, he plays basketball in the open space in front of the garage, where a small basketball hoop is installed. Occasionally he would play with him, and if his brother joined in, the game would have been intense. However, my brother is fat, and he is prone to panting when he moves.

He still likes his brother's family very much.

Zhuang Yousheng took a taxi home, and suddenly received a call from Lin Motian on the way, Lin Motian asked him, how is it?

He made up his mind and said, "The interview is over." Very good. ”

"Oh, that's good, tomorrow our friends from the painting world will go to Wuyi Mountain to sketch, will you go?"

Zhuang Yousheng thought about it quickly and felt that he should go out for a walk: "Okay, I'll go too." ”

He accepted Lin Motian's invitation so quickly, not because he really wanted to visit the mountains and rivers, but because he wanted to eliminate the discomfort caused by the previous interview, and he wanted to forget it quickly. He also wants to walk around and collect some materials, it's not a thing to always do nothing like this, it's been almost a year since he returned to China, he doesn't create anything, only he knows that he is very uneasy and anxious.

He often sat alone in the studio, looking at the Rocky Mountains on the wall, thinking that although he was poor at that time, his desire to create was so rich and passionate, and he was immersed in the fluttering inspiration every day, and how happy and nostalgic that life was in retrospect.

In the United States, his studio is his living room. It was very messy, full of all kinds of daily necessities, all kinds of painting tools, all kinds of paintings, but it was completely his art space, and he could suddenly jump up in the middle of the night, pick up a paintbrush and quickly record the inspiration he captured.

He can also sit at the window all dusk, drinking coffee, watching the sunset in the distant sky, although the feelings are lonely, but the inner peace, like the silent sunset, slowly descending to the horizon, intertwined with all kinds of brilliant colors, that is an extremely mysterious beauty. He looked moved.