August 2013, Changnan.

The most beautiful poem used to describe the world, the sentence "The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times", is the most appropriate.

The cold tide and rain are accompanied by the sunset of the green mountains, the old calendar is thinned page by page and the thick time and space are thousands of volumes, three years have passed, the kapok blooms in spring, and it becomes shaded in summer, and it is lonely in autumn, and it sleeps in winter, but it is only three times and four seasons.

In the city of Changnan, new stories quietly originate.

Xiang Jia's villa, news replay.

"In recent years, Shengxing Real Estate has developed rapidly in the real estate industry, distributed in first-tier cities in China.

Reporter: "I heard that Shengxing Real Estate faced the crisis of bankruptcy in Changnan that year, and Mr. Xian rectified for several years and then transferred to the development of first-tier cities, and now Shengxing Real Estate occupies the center of the real estate industry in the first-line development, why did I hear that Mr. Xian intends to set up the head office away from the first-tier cities?"

Xiang Yan watched the news camera move to Xian Xiuyuan, and sighed in his heart: "Hehe, everyone is old, and the white hair is about to grow!"

They were old classmates who hadn't seen each other in years.

Xian Xiuyuan faced the reporter's question and said: "Shengxing Real Estate was just a dream when I was young, at that time, I only knew how to work hard, and when I was old and old, I remembered 'homesickness'."

Reporter: "So Xian always wants to return to his hometown, and he wants to expand Shengxing Real Estate to small cities and counties?" However, if Mr. Xian avoided the development of first-tier cities, did he consider that it would lower the development status of the entire Shengxing? Or even repeat the mistakes of the past? ”

Xian Xiuyuan shook his head in the face of the reporter's question and said: "Falling leaves also know that they return to their roots, if they forget their birthplace for the sake of mere profits, and instead recognize the bustling city as a foreign country, this kind of uprooting is a painful thing for those of us who have children." As for the corporate crisis, I firmly believe that if it is done properly, it has nothing to do with the prosperity of the local economy. ”

Reporter: "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Xian's hometown is Changnan, here, what do you want to say to the audience in Changnan?"

Xian Xiuyuan: "Shengxing Real Estate is my life's work, and in the face of the hustle and bustle of big cities, I want to take root in my hometown." In Ai Qing's words, 'I love this land so much!' In this way, it will not destroy my original intention of founding Shengxing Real Estate. For me and the people of Changnan City, it is meaningful! ”

Xiang Yan was watching, and suddenly his wife came over, turned off the TV, sat down next to Xiang Yan, and complained to her husband: "You already know these things, let's take a look, when Sheng Xing comes, he overwhelms those small real estate companies, and people don't look down on our cooperation, which is equivalent to cutting off our business, you can still take a look!"

Xiang Yan poured a cup of tea unhurriedly and said: "With the status of our Xiang Group in Changnan City, not to mention the first in the construction industry, it is better to be able to squeeze into the second, and besides, the old people have just met, how can they be embarrassed to press step by step?"

Xiang's mother and the woman didn't understand much, and seeing that Xiang Yan still looked comfortable, leisurely and happy, she didn't ask anymore, and she didn't have to worry about it, so she might as well worry about her son.

Xiang's mother went upstairs, pushed open the door of her son's room, and saw all kinds of torn sheets of paper running all over the ground like long legs, and a lot of colored pencils mixed with snacks and mixed with missing socks, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.

"Dongyang, Dongyang, Xiangdongyang, come out!"

Xiang called his mother for a long time, and was speechless about the messy house as always, and lifted the quilt vigorously, but the son was not rolled up in the quilt.

"Smack"

With the force of the quilt shaking, the book fell to the ground on its back.

"I don't know what kind of book this is, it's also worth pillowing on the bed..."Xiang Mu thought to himself and was about to pick it up and read it.

"Mom..."

Xiang's mother heard her son come in and call for herself, so she didn't bend down to pick it up, then straightened up and pointed disgustedly: "Look at your house, you are half of the people who have studied in college, and you don't know how to take care of yourself, and you still expect me to be a nanny for you like when you were a child!"

Xiang Dongyang had just come back from the Red Square Gallery at this time, and when he saw his mother cleaning up for himself, he hurriedly invited his mother out with a good face: "Mom, I'll come by myself, don't worry about it!"

Xiang Mu saw that he was pushed out of the door, and chattered: "It's really a big deal!"

Xiang Dongyang is the noble son of the family, and the family conditions are not bad, and he is even more squeamish than his sister Xiang Xiyan abroad, so his life is very superior.

When the school year is about to start, he is about to enter his junior year, which means that he will step into the society with half of his school career, but his personality is still so frizzy and casual, he should really lack something to exercise!

Xiang Dongyang picked up the painting book that had fallen on the ground and still put it back under the pillow.

The chaos in front of him was the scene of last night's disaster, and Xiang Dongyang cleaned up the confetti in the room.

The reason why these things are so messy is that since he learned to paint, when he feels that he is not satisfactory in painting, he will casually tear the paper and throw the pen to vent, and when he calms down, he will pick up and tidy up little by little.

Until today, there is only a week before the start of school, Xiang Dongyang thought to himself: "According to the time, even this year, I don't know if she will appear at Changnan University."

The autumn sun is still so gentle, falling on the desk of Xiang Dongyang, and the books on the desk are warmed through the window.

Xiang Dongyang sat in front of the drawing board, for three years, he practiced the same painting repeatedly, and the faces he wanted to paint were scaled in his mind, but he couldn't draw this figure painting well.

In the painting, the location is a high school in Changnan City, under a tree in front of the library.

It was a tree, a kapok tree that was almost the same as the library.

The bench under the kapok tree, accompanied by the time of youth, looking forward to the smile of the wind, the annual rings of the teeth.

On the bench, there was a schoolgirl, who was reading quietly with a book in her hand, and the sounds of passing by were occasionally noisy, but she was never idle.

This is a scene that often appears in Xiang Dongyang's dreams, but it is definitely not his imagination.

This is the picture he witnessed with his own eyes, haunting his dreams, if it was the season when the kapok fell, how should the beauty under the flower face be reflected? It must be incomparably beautiful.

The woman he drew by himself was a freshman he met in his junior year of high school.

When I first met her, she was organizing a freshman talent show, and she didn't talk much, and the program she performed for everyone was to recite poetry.

A song by Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree", clear and tactful, like a yellow warbler out of the valley, like a drunken sound; Between the words, it is like a silver bead falling on a jade plate, which is extremely beautiful. It is such a poetic voice that attracts Xiang Dongyang.

"If I love you—

It is never like a climbing flower, showing off yourself through your high branches;

If I love you—

Never learn from the infatuated birds, repeating monotonous songs for the shade;

It is not only like a spring, it brings cool comfort all year round; ...

I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, clinging to the ground, leaves, touching in the clouds. ...”

Since they met once, in the next few days, Xiang Dongyang would often see her reading quietly alone under the kapok tree in the school library, or drawing with a sketchbook.

When she was a visionary, she had long hair that was shoulder-topping, and her figure was thin, and she was not very tall.

Xiang Dongyang inadvertently passed by her side, glanced carefully, and saw that her eyebrows and eyes were like a knife cut out of a spring willow, green and tender, with the color of ink; A pair of quiet and resentful eyes are like a clear spring flowing through the valley, washing out the tranquility.

Her appearance is the most beautiful woman she has ever seen in Xiang Dongyang's eyes. He never imagined what Jin Yong's little dragon girl who didn't eat fireworks in the world would look like, but at least she had to be like her.

It makes people look at it with awe and pity.

If you want to say that she is unsatisfactory, it is that she is more incompatible, and she always has an unapproachable cold appearance on her face.

So it's a pity that her big crooked eyes should have been a pair of smiling eyes full of aura. It's a pity that I haven't seen her smile, and for example, there is joy in sadness, and sadness in joy.

On the eighth day after the start of school, when Xiang Dongyang saw her again, she only held a copy of Cao Gong's "Dream of Red Mansions" in her hand and read quietly.

If Xiang Dongyang knew that this was the last time he saw her, then he would definitely take the initiative to go up and say hello.

On the ninth day, Xiang Dongyang pretended to pass by as always.

When I looked at it from afar, I didn't see anyone, but I picked up the sketchbook she used on weekdays, signed "Jiang Xiaomian", and the handsome man painted in it didn't know who it was.

Xiang Dongyang only thought that she was happy, and finally had a good reason to get acquainted, and when she was about to return the painting book she had picked up, she found out that she had transferred to another school, and no one knew where she went.

The momentary loss is self-evident, and Xiang Dongyang is like falling from the sky of joy into a river of deep loneliness. should have had the age of light love, but he refused to go with the flow and blindly sank in the sea of lost good news.

At this point, under the kapok tree, people go to the chair empty.

How do you write the word "disappointed"?

Xiang Dongyang wrote his entire textbook from his junior year to sophomore year.

Since then, Xiang Dongyang began to learn to paint, not for anything else, but to be able to paint the most beautiful picture on the bench.

Maybe it's because of the long time gap, or maybe it's because my drawing skills are not exquisite, even if I have practiced a full book of sketch paper in the morning, I am not so satisfactory in painting.

Today, Xiang Dongyang is bound to complete this painting, he is afraid that the time interval is too long, and the memory is unfamiliar, the more he will not be able to draw the face of the person on the painting.

The tip of the pen rustled with the strength of his wrist, and he sketched the frame, sketched the shape, and thinned her features, then covered with shallow shadows. Then he changed his paintbrush and painted the kapok red.

The dark brown backbone branches have no trace of green, only clusters of red flowers.

On the Xian family's side, Xian Xiuyuan and Bai Shengxue have already returned to Changnan for a few days with Xian Xinchen.

On this day, Jiang Xiaomian and her younger brother got off the plane, and Uncle Xian came to pick her up and drove to the middle of the road in Changnan City.

Although she has stayed in the north for three years, Jiang Xiaomian is still looking forward to returning to her hometown, she looks out the car window, the old scene remains unchanged at all, even a tree is the original appearance.

The car passed by Gucheng Avenue, Jiang Xiaomian looked out of the car window, this is Kapok Road. The origin of the name is only because on both sides of the road, along the long road, there are rows of kapok.

When it comes to spring, this road is definitely a prosperous road, like a beautiful picture of red cotton. In the eyes of the Changnan people, there is nothing comparable to it in the world.

Other cities are as beautiful as Mrs. Li's first-class appearance, while Changnan is a red kapok.

When it comes to the kapok season, the city is full of red and glamorous, and people go out to see flowers. Just ask, how can you not fall into the city?

"Uncle Xian, there is the Red Square Gallery in front, you park the car, I will go back by myself in the evening." Jiang Xiaomian moved his gaze forward, a little away from the gallery, with an expression of impatience.

Xian Xiuyuan parked the car at the door of the gallery and looked at the time: "Xiaomian, it's already past three o'clock, and when you go back, I'm afraid it's a little late..."

"It's okay, I'll get home safely in the evening." She said and walked out of the car door, leaving Koizumi alone to sleep in Xiaoyu.

Xian Xiuyuan watched Jiang Xiaomian say goodbye and left, knowing that her friendship with the Red Square Gallery was not easy to stop.

The Red Square Gallery is located at the intersection of Kapok Avenue in the ancient city of Changnan, which can be traced back to a painting workshop left over from the Republic of China era. No one knows who gave the gallery its name, probably because of the kapok red in front of the door.

"Hello and welcome!"

Jiang Xiaomian walked into the Red Square Gallery, all this is still very familiar, and the greeting is still so beautiful. Looking at the ancient paintings hanging on the wall, they are still full of the vicissitudes of time.

Speaking of the paintings in the Red Square Gallery, it is like the treasure hidden in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. Those paintings are precious to the authentic works left by famous painters of the Republic of China. When slowly appreciating it, Jiang Xiaomian's eyes fell on a picture of kapok: "Looking for Cotton".

The works are all made with colored pencil brushes, the tender sunlight disperses the clouds, the green space lies on a tilted grass basket, and a basket of bright red kapok falls, which is bright and not vulgar, but seems to hide thousands of feelings, pouring out of the nest.

When looking at the texture of the frame, Jiang Xiaomian was a little surprised: "This author, since he paints kapok, he should know that kapok is not alive in winter and is difficult to endure winter, why does the frame need to be framed with snowflake lace?" It seems to be deliberately the other way around. ”

In the Red Square Gallery, Jiang Xiaomian has only seen the live kapok at the entrance of the gallery, but has never seen the kapok on the painting. She stopped and stared at it for a long time, as if her feet had taken root, and she suspected that she was the kapok.

The whole painting art vaguely shows a sense of immaturity, although the brush in the painting is advantageous, but the pen between the side and the center seems to be not so perfect.

Jiang Xiaomian thought to herself: "This must not be a famous painting in Mr. Yu's collection, it may be a painting made by students in the gallery."

When I looked at the lower right corner, I saw that the payment was just the word "flower picker", and I only felt that it gave people an ethereal feeling, and there was nothing else.

Jiang Xiaomian was thinking about loneliness, when suddenly a staff member greeted her: "Miss Jiang!"

When I looked back, I was just an old employee in the gallery.

"This picture is..."

The staff replied with a smile: "This is painted by Mr. Yu's students, who is the student who painted?" I'm afraid I have to ask Mr. Yu! ”

Jiang Xiaomian saw that after she finished speaking, she went to work again, and she watched it everywhere.

Mr. Yu in the mouth of the staff just now is the owner of the gallery, and when he was young, he was a famous writer of the ancient style painting school, Yu Qiubo, who was quite famous, and Jiang Xiaomian was one of his protégés.

Yu Qiubo was holding a magnifying glass to enjoy the picture, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in."

Jiang Xiaomian gently pushed the door in, the old man's sparse hair was hidden between the silver white, and the ruthless palm of Ren Shi rubbed wrinkles on his cheeks, and she called softly: "Teacher Yu."

Yu Qiubo put down the things in his hand and immediately cried excitedly: "Xiaomian, if you don't come back, I thought that my old bones can't wait to see you again!"

Jiang Xiaomian helped him sit down and comforted: "Teacher Yu, no, I came to see you at first sight."

"You're going to study at Changnan University this time, right?"

Jiang Xiaomian nodded.

After the teacher and student exchanged pleasantries, Jiang Xiaomian remembered and asked, "Teacher Yu, what is the hanging picture of looking for cotton..."

"Oh, that's a painting by a student of mine in recent years, but if you come in time for noon, you might be able to meet him again."

Yu Qiubo said casually, Jiang Xiaomian just listened casually, and didn't take it very seriously.

At this time, Xiang Dongyang's side finally completed the portrait, and on the whole, he was more satisfied. He felt that there was something missing, so when he remembered, he locked his room and rushed out of the house.

"Dongyang, Dongyang, where are you going, it's time for dinner soon!"

No matter how Xiang Mother is called, the son is like an acrobatic monkey who has danced a play, and he doesn't listen to the call.

When I arrived at the intersection, I stopped a taxi: "Master, go to the Red Square Gallery in the ancient city."

After the countdown to the traffic through the downtown avenue, the colorful neon lights are lit up on time in the evening, like a starlight, shining for the safety of the road and adding to the romance of the city at night.

The car stopped at its destination, got out of the car to Dong Yang, threw a hundred yuan into the driver's window, and hurried towards the gallery.

When the driver rummaged through the money bag to find change, he looked up and saw the back of the person running.

"Young man, I'm still looking for your money, hey, young man?" The driver shouted from behind.