Zhang Siwa is his nickname, because he knows the fourth child at home, and his mother has called him the fourth child since he was a child.

When he was registered, he was called Zhang Jianjun, and later, he changed his name to Zhang Bai.

Zhang Bai, in this coastal city, or a little farther away, can be regarded as a little famous in the circle of domestic painters!

He specializes in landscape painting.

The painting "The Girl on the Bamboo Row" is his masterpiece, and most of his early works are related to his hometown.

"Mother", "Little River", "Stone Mill", "People in the Village" and other works with a strong sense of nostalgia.

The only painter he admired was Van Gogh, and he believed that a person who could be called a painter should also have other characteristics, and Van Gogh was just that.

Although, he has only gradually become famous in the circle in recent years. He was much luckier than Van Gogh, who was downtrodden during his lifetime and was called a genius painter after his death.

There are many more people who cling to their dreams and can't do it in their lifetime, so he's still content.

This rented two-storey building is located in a quiet place on the outskirts of Chunyang City.

It's a bit more idyllic, suitable for creation, but also for old friends to visit.

This typical farmhouse courtyard was made a little more modern by his rich old friend.

The décor is atmospheric and luxurious, and to be honest, this is not his style. But it was difficult to accept the hospitality.

On the wall of the hall on the first floor, hangs his masterpiece "The Girl on the Bamboo Row".

Old Xiao made a joke.

"Lao Zhang, you have been a bachelor all your life, it won't have anything to do with the girl on this bamboo row, right?"

He smiled and didn't speak.

This night was really unusual, the girl's phone call made him completely sleepless.

Think about it, my mobile phone is really too simple, 18323456789 that's why the girl dialed his phone so easily!

The next night, I finally invited Zhou Gong and his old man to come, and the girl called again.

Yes, she used her number as a hotline for her bosom sister!

The girl said, "Uncle, I went to the doctor today, and the doctor said that I have mental problems. He prescribed me medicine and I took it too. But why do I still see those eyes staring at me outside the door? ”

He said, "Listen to my uncle, lie down in bed, don't think about anything, and sleep well." ”

"No, the man in black is still outside, I just saw him, he has been lingering in front of my house."

"Girl, there are no eyes, no man in black. Listen to the uncle's words, lie down in bed immediately now, and when you wake up tomorrow, it will be another sunny day. ”

"Alright! Uncle, can you sing that song to me again? It's so nice. ”

This song worked for the fifth sister back then, and now it works for the girl on the other end of the phone.

Only then did he get up, and the sound of the girl's sleeping breathing came from the other end of the phone.

He couldn't help laughing self-deprecatingly, he was a big man, a big man who had been single for decades, and he was actually singing to put the little girl to sleep at this time, what is this!

If those old friends knew about it, they wouldn't have to laugh off their big teeth.

On the third night, he sat on the couch and refused to move.

He understood that he was waiting for the girl's call.

The girl did not disappoint him, and at that point in time, she called again.

The girl's voice was cowardly: "Uncle, those eyes have reappeared, and the man in black, I'm scared." ”

Then he started humming the tune again.

"The moon is bright, the wind is quiet, ......"

Day 4, Day 5, Day 6......

On the eighth day, the girl called on time.

Her voice was obviously more lively than before, she was young in the end, and her youthful vigor was not indelible.

"Uncle, can you agree to my request before singing?"

"You say, as long as I can do it, I will promise you."

"Of course you can."

"Okay, you say."

"I want to see you."

"I ......"

He was hesitating, he had been light for so many years, and now he suddenly wanted to meet a little girl, and he couldn't tell him that feeling.

The girl's playful voice: "What's wrong?" Are you scared too? ”

"What am I afraid of?"

"Demons, the doctor said I was scared because of my demons."

"I don't have demons."

In fact, he does, and he doesn't want such a little girl to see how old he is.

"Then why can't you come and see me?"

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

"I'm disappointed if you don't come, maybe if you come, I'll be completely cured of this disease?"

There was a clear anticipation in the girl's voice, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself at what he was expecting.

It is also appropriate to take a look at the girl, and it is understandable to go and see her as an elder.

"Well, where do we meet?"

The girl suddenly turned again: "Don't yet, let me guess what you look like." ”

He smiled dumbly: "Okay, I would like to hear you guess what kind of three-headed, six-armed, bull-headed and horse-faced person I am." ”

"Well, you must be an artist, with slightly curly hair and a small XG mustache, I guess. You have a calm temperament because you speak softly and sound reassuring. ”

"It seems that I must be not too young in your eyes."

The girl asked rhetorically, "Are you still very young?" Did I guess wrong? ”

He laughed: "You guessed right, it's so accurate, I'm just the way you guessed." Girl, you can go to the street to set up a stall and tell fortunes for people, and it is guaranteed to be a business that comes in money. If I had to be different, I didn't have a small mustache, but a lot of it. ”

"Hehe, beard, very masculine, I like it."

On the other end of the phone, the corners of his mouth turned up, this is a very interesting little girl.

That night, the girl did not say that she was afraid, did not mention the eyes, nor asked him to sing a lullaby.

The next day, at Starbucks in Xinrong Plaza, the girl was dressed in a plain white dress and sat quietly on a high chair, and everything in her corner was colorless except her.

To her left, a bright yellow rose lay on the table, and when he appeared at the door, her eyes never took off him, and she looked at him with no impurities, just a smile.

He admired in his heart: What a girl who doesn't eat fireworks in the world.

The fingers of the right hand twisted involuntarily, and an invisible brush began to sketch, and it had been a long time since there was such a good source of inspiration.

Is this painting necessarily comparable to "The Girl on the Bamboo Row"? Will there be the possibility of transcendence?

He smiled and walked over and sat down.

"Why do you keep smiling at me? You know it's me? ”

"Of course, your beard is too conspicuous."

"Will it disappoint you?"

"No, everything is just right."