The night is quiet, outside the wooden house in a wood, the sky is dark and revealing an infinite deep blue, the moon bends, fades the overly conspicuous silver light when it is full, and rarely presents a kind of star-moon glow.

In the meantime, there was a faint moonlight fluttering on the flowers and plants, and there was a song of insects around them......

At this time, Uncle Qiu sat comfortably on a rattan chair under the grass shed outside the house, and there was no mountain dew on his face, still in that tranquil state, quietly enjoying all the quietness, quietly using a pair of deep and bright eyes precipitated by the wind, frost, rain and snow, wordlessly flipping through the books in his hand under the lamp, thinking, occasionally raising his eyes to look at the flowers and trees that he had grown up with his care......

Qiuyang, on the other hand, sat idly on the steps outside the door as usual, with a sketchpad pressed on his lap and a black paintbrush in his hand.

Probably because he had the most contact with Yao Siman at school today, the young man's mind instinctively appeared with the face of this little girl.

So, Qiuyang laid a new piece of paper to fix the position, with the help of a bright light, picked up the pen and stroked on it a few times, and then began to put down the pen to compose, "簌簌簌" along the draft, began to concentrate on fine drawing, the specific parts gradually appeared clearly in front of you......

The tip of the pen took the lead in dropping a pair of good-looking phoenix eyes, and just after drawing the eyes, Qiuyang paused inexplicably, and looked at the drawing paper in front of him a little stunned, as if thoughtful.

He suddenly found that he could only trace the general shape of her eyes, but he could not draw the unique charm in her eyes, the charm mixed with all kinds of intricate eyes that he could not see.

"Sure enough...... It's still too complicated, it's hard to draw......" Qiuyang frowned unhappily and subconsciously muttered in a low voice.

No longer continuing to think deeply, Qiu Yang's pen skipped the pair of eyes on the paper, and began to continue to outline two beautiful and delicate thin black curved eyebrows, a delicate nose, a thin and moderately thick soft lips, and after drawing a whole face with basic precision, he added a bunch of simple and capable long ponytails at random.

Everything was drawn smoothly, and Qiu Yang picked a red one from the pile of brushes spread out at her feet, ready to draw the crimson on the right side of her face in the final stroke.

However, as soon as the tip of the pen fell, the eyes of the autumn sun falling on the sketch flashed slightly unconsciously, and the second time he suddenly stopped the movement of his hand.

"This ......" Qiu Yang looked at the sketch of the human face he had just drawn in front of him, and his heart seemed to be touched by something.

Originally, he just drew every night as a routine, drawing whoever he wanted.

Who knows, although Qiu Yang dislikes this girl named Yao Siman in his heart, when he sees this face that has not yet been painted with a red birthmark, he has to admit that she is actually extremely good-looking!

I always feel that there is still a little fly in the ointment that these eyes seem to be a little bit less meaningful.

Qiu Yang thought in a daze, hesitated for a few seconds, and suddenly put down the red paintbrush in his hand, and also put aside the drawing board holding the painting, turned around and began to organize all the brushes around him......

At this time, Uncle Qiu saw that Qiu Yang was starting to pack up his paintings, so he closed the book, put his hands behind his back, walked slowly to this side, stopped beside him, leaned down slightly, and reached out to take the drawing board on the steps in his hand and looked at it.

"Yangyang, are you painting that little girl called Man?" Uncle Qiu looked at the painting in his hand and asked casually, with half a point of uncertainty in his eyes.

Hearing this, Qiu Yang just raised his head and hurriedly glanced at Uncle Qiu, and then continued to pack up his things, and responded lightly: "Yes, her name is Yao Siman, and I painted her, what's wrong?" You don't recognize it, do you? Am I not like to draw? ”

Uncle Qiu shook his head secretively and smiled, "Hehe, it's really not like that." ”

"Maybe it's because I didn't draw a birthmark? I saw that it looked better without a birthmark, so I simply stopped drawing it. ”

Talking about this, Qiuyang had already sorted out his painting tools, stood up, and stared at the old man beside him expectantly, "Grandpa, how is it?" Have I improved my painting skills lately? ”

Uncle Qiu nodded, "Well, my painting skills have improved a bit." It's just ......."

Qiuyang's mood was just a little happy, but when he saw that the other party suddenly wanted to speak and stopped, he couldn't help but be curious, "What's wrong?" Just what? Grandfather. ”

Uncle Qiu took his eyes off the painting and turned to look at Qiu Yang meaningfully, "Yang Yang, I still can't pass this painting today, draw another one." ”

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When Qiuyang heard this, his heart was cold, and his face was full of puzzlement, "Why can't you pass the test?" ”

"Have you forgotten the purpose of asking you to paint a portrait every day?"

Qiuyang thought about it for a while, and said firmly: "I haven't forgotten, didn't you say that you want me to observe people often?" What is from the outside to the inside, from the eyes to the heart, what ......"

As he was talking, suddenly, Qiu Yang seemed to understand something all of a sudden, took his drawing board, and stared depressedly at the pair of failed eyes on the drawing paper, "Okay, okay." Still can't perfunctory your shrewd eyes. Can't I change it again? ”

In order to save trouble, Qiuyang did not prepare to paint with a different person, but decided to slightly modify the eyes of the person in the painting.

It's just that Qiuyang has changed for a while, but he can't change his satisfactory appearance.

Uncle Qiu stood on the side, watching Qiu Yang stop his pen and start scratching his ears and cheeks for a long time without knowing how to start, and stroked his head, "Yangyang, don't be stubborn, I see that you can't draw well until tomorrow, so let's paint someone else."

I see that you are like this, you don't understand the person in your painting at all, how can you draw the person in the painting well. ”

As soon as he heard this, Qiuyang was calm on the surface, but he was a little unhappy in his heart, "Grandpa, why didn't I understand Yao Siman?" I've been in contact with her all morning, and I've already seen her through.

She's just a girl with a bad heart, no wonder Mama Wu hates her so much, I finally understand......

It's because I can't draw the viciousness in her eyes, so I don't like it, don't worry, I can always figure out how to draw, it's more like......"

"Oh? Yangyang, which eye do you see that she is vicious? Uncle Qiu recalled that afternoon when he saw Yao Siman and Wang Mengyao talking in front of the banana tree in the window, and inexplicably felt that Qiuyang's words made him cry and laugh a little.

Qiuyang didn't raise his head, "Left eye and right eye." ”

"Yangyang, look at you, how many times has grandpa told you, this looks at people, you have to use your eyes to see through, what is visible to the naked eye is just an appearance after all."

Seeing that Qiu Yang was looking up at himself with a "I don't understand" look, Uncle Qiu said earnestly: "Yangyang, this world has always been complicated and unpredictable since ancient times.

Grandpa suffered losses when he was young, so he always hoped that you would never turn your eyes away and treat the wicked as the good. But...... I also don't want you to think of good people as evil people.

You said that if grandpa leaves one day, your parents will be out all year round and can't always be by your side, and you will only be alone in the rest of your life. ”

Uncle Qiu habitually has a light face, talking about his life and death without waves, Qiu Yang is even more strange, there is no fluctuation in the slightest, he bows his head and continues to draw a pair of eyes that he is not satisfied with, "Grandpa, rest assured, your nephew and grandson grew up with you, and I have learned the art of knowing people from you, and my eyes are tricky." ”

Uncle Qiu smiled heartily, "Yangyang, you really don't know modesty, if you want grandpa to say, you kid, like your mother Wu, is still too irritable, so it won't be easy to understand anything at all."

In your eyes, since you think that the person in this painting will look better without the birthmark, then obviously what you see in your eyes is still just the appearance of all vanity.

Besides, if you really see her clearly, as you say, then how can you not draw her eyes......

If you really draw the right eyes, maybe even if you draw the birthmark, your attention will not fall on the birthmark, and even if your attention falls on the birthmark, you will no longer feel anything abrupt......

"Put it aside for now, let's draw a picture with someone else, and grandpa will go back to sleep first, remember to show it to me tomorrow morning."

After Uncle Qiu finished speaking, he squinted his eyes, yawned, and then turned to leave.

Looking at the other party's old but still graceful back, Qiu Yang looked disapproving, shook his head and sighed in disappointment, and whispered to himself: "What, grandpa seems to have a time when he looks away, and he actually treats her as a good person?" ”

Qiuyang was muttering, as if he remembered something, his eyes suddenly lit up, he picked up the drawing board, got up and ran into the door in two or three steps, "By the way, grandpa, you haven't given me a letter about what I told you at dinner!"

Anyway, the two of them are separated now, and Mother Wu doesn't have to worry about anything anymore, so can I go back to the experimental middle school? I'm a little unaccustomed to this school. ”

"How can anyone get used to it when they first go to a place?

Now that the transfer procedures have been completed, then you can study at your Uncle Lu School with peace of mind, so as not to toss and toss.

I also called Wu's mother just now and asked, I look at this situation, I'm afraid the matter is not over yet, and I don't know when Wu's mother, an old fool, will be able to understand the matter......"

Uncle Qiu didn't even stop for a moment, he just didn't know what he meant to say this indifferently, and went straight into his bedroom.

Qiu Yang looked reluctant, "......"

In the next moment, he "snapped" and slapped his palm on the sketch portrait on the drawing board with a little unhappiness......

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