I don't know who said that, my head burned out.

When I woke up, all I felt was that my brain was blank, and that the stuff I had shoehorned in it didn't seem to exist, plus there was a bit of a feeling of unresponsiveness, and I almost believed it.

Sister Huanyi also did what she said, she took me out for seven days of retreat, just me and her, I was flattered for a while, and I felt that she was going to teach me her unique secrets.

That day, we went out sketching together, and when we reached the top of the mountain, she stood on the edge of the cliff and asked me, "Aru, why are you so obsessed with painting?" ”

I thought for a while and said: "I don't know, maybe it's because of Zhou Mubai, Zhou Mubai is a person who is very good at painting, I like his paintings, and I hope that one day I can also paint paintings with souls like that." ”

"Aru, you know what? It's that some people are born to do something, and some people are not born to do something, and you're too persistent, don't you be tired? ”

"Senior sister, have you ever liked someone?"

She didn't speak.

"I'm a very axial person, once I like someone or something, I will unreservedly dig out my heart and lungs, and I will do my best, and at the same time I'm a very lazy person, whether I get it or not, I won't have a second time, and I don't have that kind of courage and strength to change." I slowly stepped forward and stood beside her, "I know that if this continues, there will be two results, one is to rush head-on, and the other is to close the pen with a dead heart." ”

Two months later, I successfully made the cut by copying a painting that Sister Huanyi had never made public, but things didn't go well, Lin Wenwen exposed me on the spot, accusing me of plagiarism, and I had nothing to say in public.

After another half a month, Zhou Mu returned to his hometown in white clothes, but not as the master of the painting hall, but as the husband of Princess Yunyi, the concubine of the Eastern Dynasty.

It's all about it, and I heard it in a wine store.

It was night, I left the rain capital, and I sealed the pen in time to paint, things are not worth it like people, my heart is a bandit, and I can't roll it.

By chance, I really became a businessman, starting from the menu of a wine shop, those menu diagrams that make people salivate are all drawn by me, and then to the model drawings of the tailor's shop, and then to the portrait of the street into a commemorative book, the small business grew little by little, at the age of thirty, I returned to the rain capital, gathered a group of depressed painters, and created Baizhou Yuan in Xicheng, here, do not have any talent, just start the pen, just imitate, just like, A painting without a soul can still have a foothold.

Later, Bai Zhouyuan's business became bigger and bigger, and even when the emperor invited me to Lingdu, I didn't give him Lan Yunwei's face.

When Xin Keru was thirty-five years old, she actually painted a famous painting that moved the world, she didn't expect that in her lifetime, she could also get the recognition of the Orange Painting Garden, that painting attracted a time "Luoyang paper is expensive", but it was at that time, it happened to be at that time, Lingdu came to the fifteen-year-old boy, claiming to be the son of the horse and the princess.

He didn't say anything at first, just handed Xin Keru a painting and told her that she would understand as long as she spread it out.

"W-your father painted this?"

"It was painted by the sweetheart of the man you had in mind, auntie."

She fixed her gaze, and the young man's eyes were similar to hers: "Your surname should be Xin?" ”

"Mom and he are always looking for you, you know, one of them is your best friend, and the other is the man you love the most. You also know that the person in my mother's heart has always been surnamed Xin, why do you still choose to leave? ”

"I know?"

"Surely you know, he's sure."

Holding the painting and crying so much that he couldn't help himself, his head seemed to explode, mixed memories poured in and out, and everything around him suddenly became white again, and the light pierced people's eyes.

Suddenly, as if she had been transported to another dream, she was still standing in the crowd, and the three judges sitting on the stage were announcing the winners.

"I announce that the first place in this painting competition is Zhou Mubai!"

Watching that familiar figure approach the center of the stage step by step, I can't tell what it feels like, I look at him, he also looks at me, as gentle as ever, he said: "Actually, painting has a soul, and my girlfriend's love is the soul of my painting." ”

He reached out and pulled me up from the crowd, and I smiled at them as he did.

He whispered in my ear: "Ruru, it's not worth painting, but Zhou Mubai is worth it." Dreams are not worth it, but love is worth it. ”

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