Xu Youzhi is quite casual, sometimes he is too lazy to deal with it, and after a few symbolic replies, he focused on the painting and ignored him, the girl's thin and good-looking figure sat at the entrance of the alley, her back was straight, and she only wore transparent ear sticks on her white earlobes today.

Clear lines can be seen on the side of the face, the eyelashes hanging down are clear and velvety, the alley is damp, the walls are still crawling with moss, she is still wearing the simplest school uniform, and her hair is quietly tied low and hanging behind her.

In this situation, Lin Enough inexplicably thought of Mr. Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley".

It's just that she's not in the alley, she doesn't have a white dress, and she doesn't have an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

Xu Youzhi seems to be quite magical, in fact, it is not so much that she is magical, but she is a person who can't be fathomed, looking at her from a distance when she is quiet, cold and gloomy, the corners of her lips are pursed with pure and shallow coldness, and when she gets closer, she vaguely sees the simple pleasure of the pure side of her heart.

She expresses her emotions simply and directly, and she simply ignores it if she is too lazy to pay attention to it, and she is too lazy to play some scheming tricks.

Lin was quiet enough, leaning on the mottled wall, the bluestone alley was winding, the afternoon breeze was swaying, and a curious child was lying on the branch of the old elm tree at the entrance of the alley, and the old man with a puff fan in his hand sat at the door of a certain house chatting with people, his eyes were clear, and he glanced at Xu Youzhi from time to time.

Bursts of smoke and rain washed the moss-covered stone tiles, and the slender young man leaning against the wall tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows were indifferent and picturesque, and his eyes were lowered, and the sight that fell on Xu Youzhi's body softened several degrees.

The smoke is blue, and the ancient alleys are lined with table marks.

The tip of his tongue unconsciously touched the roof of his mouth.

Between Xu Youzhi's brushstrokes, the pavilions and tiles, the ancient alleys are mottled, and they are extremely fine in her pen.

She didn't look back, and asked him, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Look at the kid over there," Lin said softly, "the one lying on the tree, he's been watching you." ”

Xu Youzhi turned his pen, followed his gaze to the side, looked at the big locust tree over there, and then sneered: "Look at you, what's so beautiful about the back of my head." ”

"The grandfather over there also said that you are good-looking."

"Don't do that, I'm getting goosebumps." She paused, glanced at him, and added, "Are you planning to spend the New Year here if you don't leave?" ”

"Aren't I going to learn this, I'll help you clean up when you're done." Lin Enough's eyebrows bent, and then his eyes glanced lightly, falling on the hem of her school uniform, "Here," he pointed to his school uniform, "stained with dust." ”

The old man in the distance shook his fan, smiled gently, looked at the young man and girl who hung his head and looked up, and couldn't help but sigh in dialect: "It's so compatible." ”

He Zhili, who was sitting between the bridge and the old locust tree: "......"

He glanced at the old locust tree on his side, frowned, and his somewhat dirty fingertips curled up unconsciously, and then, unconsciously, gently touched the top of his head.

Chen Xu squatted there to sharpen the pencil, watching the excitement was not a big deal, and his expression was obviously a little gloating: "Brother Li, I have seen enough Lin." ”

He Zhili glanced at him and said, "Oh." ”

He couldn't see the alley from this position now, and his vision was completely blocked by the big locust tree, the young man frowned, held the pencil shaft in the palm of his hand with his backhand, got up, and walked over to look.

Chen Xuyang: "Brother Li, why are you going?" I won't draw it—"

"Idiot?" He Zhili licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, glanced at the dog-like pencil in his hand again, and raised his eyebrows unilaterally, "Nibble on your pen well." ”

Chen Xuyang: ......

Chen Xuyang: ?