July in the island city is hot. The venue for the evaluation was transferred from the open-air playground to the gymnasium.

The rainy season has just passed, and on a hot July day, you can still feel the faint humidity in the air and the smell of the sea.

Li Ming held the drawing board with the drawing paper in her hand and walked quickly towards the gymnasium with her head down. As soon as I walked up the steps of the gymnasium gate, the drawing board was knocked out and knocked on the corner of the wall, and with a "bang", the drawing board cracked a long gap. With the urging of Teacher Liu in the gymnasium, Li Ming picked up the drawing board and straightened the drawing paper, and walked into the gymnasium quickly. But she didn't see a boy standing behind her, looking at Li Ming's departing back with guilt and puzzle on his face.

"Ah Ming, why did your drawing board crack, wasn't it okay when you were in the studio just now?" Chu Qionglin pointed to the crack in Li Ming's drawing board and whispered.

"Oh, I just accidentally bumped into someone and broke it." After Li Ming finished speaking, she no longer paid attention to Chu Qionglin.

Li Ming is not good at socializing, does not like to talk, and does not like to take the initiative to meet new people. Whether it's in the class or in the studio, I like to sit against the wall. The only people who could talk to her were those sitting around her. Chu Qionglin is her tablemate, a "drag sister" with a boyish personality.

"The relationship between light and dark is opened, how can painting so gray make the teacher's eyes shine......"

This year is the 25th year that Mr. Liu has been teaching at Daocheng No. 1 Middle School, and he speaks Mandarin with a northwestern flavor, and students sometimes call him "Lao Liu". Some students said that his painting skills were old-fashioned, and he preferred to go to an off-campus studio for training, but he was not angry, but only persuaded his classmates to stay in the school's studio at this stage. At that time, the students already had a sense of comparison, one went to the school and the other wanted to go outside the school, but some families could not afford the high tuition fees of the off-campus studio, which led to some students and their parents "turning against each other".

In such an environment, Li Ming is like a good child in the eyes of the teacher. Li Ming has regarded painting as a hobby since she was a child, she has nothing to deliberately pursue, and she just wants to choose a liberal arts or science major like a normal student and then go to university, and find a job to support herself after graduation. When she entered high school, after her painting talent was discovered by Teacher Liu, every time she met Li Ming, Teacher Liu would hold her and persuade her to transfer to an art candidate as soon as possible. Finally, with the unremitting efforts of Mr. Liu, Li Ming was "good". It was also at that time that Li Ming had her first dream in life - to be a painter.

It was the day after the board cracked.

Li Ming sat by the window, the wind blew the curtains, blocking Li Ming's view of the drawing board, Li Ming got up and hung the curtain on the hook behind the window.

"Ah Ming, there is a handsome guy at the door who seems to be looking for you." Chu Qionglin gently tugged at the corner of Li Ming's clothes and said.

Li Ming looked outside the door of the studio, a somewhat delicate-looking boy stood in front of the door, and when he saw Li Ming looking at him, the boy smiled and waved to Li Ming. Li Ming looked at the boy, but there was no shadow of the boy in her memory.

He, is this calling her?

The boy saw that Li Ming didn't move, so he shouted at Li Ming: "Hey, classmate, I'll compensate you for the drawing board." ”

At this time, Li Ming seemed to have a vague memory and walked towards the door of the studio.

"Why are you sitting in such a hidden position, if you hadn't stood up, I might not have found you." The boy said as he rubbed his neat short hair.

Li Ming looked up at the boy.

The boy didn't feel embarrassed when he saw that Li Ming didn't speak, handed the new sketchpad in his hand to Li Ming, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was in too much of a hurry to come out of the gymnasium yesterday and broke your sketchpad, and I will pay you for this." What is your name? ”

"Li Ming." Li Ming took the drawing board and said lightly.

"Hey, the name is very good, I'm in Class A of the second year of high school, my name is Shi Chuan, I'll say hello to you next time I meet."

Li Ming sat by the window, looking at the new drawing board in her hand. The freshly painted pink rose paint on the drawing paper in front of him had not yet dried, and now the sunlight was shining on the drawing paper, and the roses seemed to be more gorgeous.

His name is Shi Chuan.

At that time, Li Ming didn't know that this name would linger in her mind for many years to come.