The plane descended little by little, the sky was just bright, and before I could see those buildings clearly, I was wrapped in a blurred red for a long time, from the red to half of the sky, looking at kapok on the plane, Xiang Dongyang really had such an honor for the first time. He didn't dare to look more, his eyes hurt because his eyes were red. Li Xiaohuan sat next to him, and his heart was sour.

After getting off the plane, they didn't go anywhere first, and came to the Red Spinning Gallery.

When they entered the Red Square Gallery, it may have been too early for Xiang Dongyang, the gallery had just opened, and they were all busy preparing for the exhibition. Xiang Dongyang went all the way in, looking at the surrounding scenery and Tibetan paintings, it has been five years, strange and familiar. The discrete years of the past burst out from the distant river of memory, and then all kinds of past events in the mind were running rapidly.

Time slipped away silently, so why make memories with all the fanfare? Xiang Dongyang didn't know what to sigh about, so he stood on the painting "Looking for Cotton". There are also folded and curved lines on the scroll on the expression.

Not far away, the foreman kicked the frame at his feet and urged them: "Hurry up, take all those old paintings off the shelves and concentrate them in this box, and then do a gift or sell them at a low price." ”

Xiang Dongyang turned his head and saw a batch of scrolls being thrown in. Like garbage being thrown into the trash.

Yu Qiubo walked by and saw Xiang Dongyang who stopped, almost thinking that he was dazzled, so he specially straightened his presbyopia eyes, and only called out after he was sure: "Dongyang? ”

Xiang Dongyang heard an old-fashioned call, so he turned around and saw Mr. Yu with white hair.

"Teacher Yu."

Yu Qiubo hurriedly said: "It's really Dongyang, I haven't seen you since that incident back then, and I haven't contacted you for so long!" ”

Xiang Dongyang lowered his head embarrassedly, the incident had spread throughout Changnan back then, and Mr. Yu naturally knew about it.

"Teacher Yu, dispose of my "Looking for Cotton" painting."

Xiang Dongyang's low-pressure voice almost didn't startle Yu Qiubo's old ears, Yu Qiubo asked in surprise, "Didn't you like it the most back then, you have to come and see it dozens of times a day!" ”

Li Xiaohuan stood next to her and looked at the painting, and she also frowned slightly. I heard Xiang Dongyang say again: "As I get older, even I look down on the paintings I made back then, so let's withdraw them, so as not to be embarrassed." ”

After Xiang Dongyang finished speaking, he ripped off the frame, pulled out the paintings inside, rolled them up, and threw them into the box where the old paintings were collected.

A voice sounded next to him: "Teacher Yu, there is an agreement here that you need to sign at your sight." ”

Yu Qiubo couldn't greet Xiang Dongyang for long, so he said: "Dongyang, you guys take a look around first, and we'll talk about the old later." ”

"Hmm."

When looking at Dong Yang everywhere, his eyes stayed on Jiang Xiaomian's star painting.

Li Xiaohuan also followed his gaze to look at this painting, it was just some stars and a big full moon, and he couldn't see why Xiang Dongyang was looking at it, so he asked: "You have been looking at this painting for so long, is there anything peculiar?" ”

Xiang Dongyang didn't answer Li Xiaohuan, walked out of the gallery with a black face, and said without looking back, "I'm going out for a walk, you don't have to come along." ”

But how could Li Xiaohuan be obedient and really not follow him? Like a shadow, she secretly followed him. Xiang Dongyang didn't say much.

Jiang Xiaomian walked from Kapok Avenue early in the morning, the kapok opened, and the whole Changnan woke up in the spring, the flowers bloomed and fell, and the flower pickers under the kapok tree gradually stepped on the mud to pick up flowers.

There are a lot of people who enjoy the flowers, and there are many people who pick up fallen flowers, but how can their love for kapok be true? It's just that they pick up a few flowers and take them back to make soup and eat them, or some naughty children, holding the flowers and laughing with their friends for a while, and then throwing them on the road and letting them be trampled on. Jiang Xiaomian really doesn't like these people, she is often annoyed, such a beautiful person, why do people have to eat it? For example, people will slaughter lively and cute animals to make delicacies, and pick the fur of foxes to make gorgeous clothes.

But who are you worried about? This is the world.

Jiang Xiaomian walked lightly, and almost stepped on the red of kapok at his feet.

"Dream of Red Mansions" has Lin Daiyu burying flowers, isn't it also for fear that the flowers will be trampled on?

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaomian empathized.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Jiang Xiaomian chanted a poem by Gong Zizhen, bent down to pick up the fallen kapok flowers on the cement pavement, and threw them into the spring mud under the tree.

She suddenly remembered this poem: "I am quietly buried in the soil where you have stepped on, and no one will find out that this red cotton is blooming for you." ”

"Hey, what were you just muttering?"

Jiang Xiaomian was pondering, and Han Feiran patted her from behind, giving Jiang Xiaomian an an unsuspecting spirit.

She smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I just have some feelings." ”

"What is it that makes you so addicted?" Han Feiran didn't give up, and asked badly: "Could it be that you miss me?" ”

Han Feiran's joke made her unable to say anything else, and she wouldn't follow his words to joke. She quickly replied the truth, "No, I just don't like these flowers on the road." ”

Hearing her answer, Han Feiran looked around at the long wooden broom placed by the sanitation worker next to him, picked up the broom and brushed the fallen kapok into the soil on both sides, he said half-jokingly: "Although I can't sweep the kapok on the entire Changnan Road, I can sweep the kapok on the road in front of you." After saying that, he really didn't let go of any of the fallen kapok flowers on this road.

Jiang Xiaomian caught up and said, "I just said it casually, you don't have to take it seriously." ”

Han Feiran turned around and replied with a smile: "Even if you say a joke, I take it very seriously!" ”

But Han Feiran didn't know that Jiang Xiaomian didn't want to take his seriousness seriously.

After a while, Han Feiran put down the broom, patted the dust on his palm, ran back to her and said, "Look, the road ahead is clean!" After saying that, he looked at Jiang Xiaomian's eyes, expecting that she would be moved.

Jiang Xiaomian put his eyes on the road where people were walking, and sure enough, there was not a trace of red. She thought to herself: What if she doesn't see her for a while?

After only looking at it for a few seconds, before his gaze was stretched very long, he was suddenly pulled back by Han Feiran and gently pressed into his arms. Jiang Xiaomian tried to break free, wanting to turn her head to reject, but her head was pressed by his palm, and he didn't seem to let her move.

Han Feiran's eyes were like a sharp blade unsheathed, approaching Xiang Dongyang not far in front.

The two big men met their eyes in an instant, and Xiang Dongyang stopped slightly, and there was no further movement. If he took a step further, Han Feiran's hateful eyes would look at Xiang Dongyang for blood.

"Let's go." Li Xiaohuan pulled the corner of Xiang Dongyang's clothes, and the two of them turned away.

Jiang Xiaomian was slightly startled by Han Feiran's sudden movements, "What's wrong with you?" ”

When Han Feiran saw Xiang Dongyang leaving, he was willing to let go of Jiang Xiaomian, and made up a lie to explain: "I just saw a kapok falling in a hurry, I'm afraid it will hit your head." It's not good to smash your brain. ”

"Oh." Jiang Xiaomian's blank face didn't say anything. I thought that Han Feiran was really funny, how could he smash his head with just a kapok.

Han Feiran stared at the figure of Xiang Dongyang walking away in the crowd, afraid that he would meet Xiang Dongyang again if he stayed on this road, so he urged: "Xiaomian, let's go quickly." ”

When Jiang Xiaomian and Han Feiran entered the gallery, there was no desert next to each of the frames inside, and there would be a whisper between the three of them stopping to discuss the level of painting style, and then talking together and walking into other exhibition rooms.

Han Feiran had never cared about this kind of thing before, if he hadn't accompanied Jiang Xiaomian over, he probably wouldn't have stepped into such an elegant place in his life, remembering that Jiang Xiaomian had said that her painting was taught by the owner of this family, so he asked: "Xiaomian, I heard that there is a student painting exhibition here, so there will be your works in it?" ”

"No, I'm not good at drawing, it's just a work of carving insects."

It can be seen that Jiang Xiaomian obviously didn't want to talk too much to Han Feiran, but he was still pulled into the student painting exhibition room by Han Feiran.

As soon as Jiang Xiaomian entered, she saw at a glance that there was a blank space missing a painting on the wall, and she sighed lightly: "That "Looking for Cotton" has been hanging for a long time, and it has always been there, why is it missing today?" ”

Han Feiran said disdainfully: "What kind of painting is it if it is sold or withdrawn?" It's a good mood, but it's a pity that it's doing it? ”

"yes, it's good, but it's a pity what it does!" Jiang Xiaomian listened to Han Feiran's words and muttered to herself.

Han Feiran saw a painting of the full moon of stars next to him, looked at it and laughed out loud, and said to Jiang Xiaomian with a sneer: "Xiaomian, look, although this painting has a beautiful painting style and a good brush, it is not practical. This author looks like an idiot! ”

Han Feiran only cared about talking and laughing, if he knew that he was laughing at the author's painting in front of the author, then he would have regretted it and wanted to throw himself into the Huangpu River.

"yes, don't you look like an idiot!" Jiang Xiaomian also laughed at himself and laughed at him, thinking that he should notify the gallery when he turned around and remove this painting.

Han Feiran walked out of the student painting exhibition room, and saw that the exhibition room in the main hall was empty, and it was strange that there were still many people who admired the paintings, why were there so few now, so he asked Jiang Xiaomian: "Hey, there were more people just now, why are there no less than ten people now?" ”

Jiang Xiaomian replied: "Today's painting sale will be set up on the fifth floor, and they should all go to the fifth floor." ”

"Why don't you go, the good painting will be snatched away when it's late!" Han Feiran smiled happily and dragged Jiang Xiaomian to the stairs.

Before Jiang Xiaomian could react, he was pulled into a cramped corridor by Han Feiran. Jiang Xiaomian felt that his body softly bumped into the broad and thick back beam, and then heard someone slightly "ah" and leaned back against the wall, and then turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaomian.

Jiang Xiaomian knew that he had hit someone, so he subconsciously turned his head and smiled and apologized to the man who had just been hit from a distance.

Look at the man's dress, he is a person with temperament, Sven and elegant, he saw Jiang Xiaomian turn his head and smile apologetically, and he didn't catch up and care.

It's just that when the man heard Han Feiran say to Jiang Xiaomian, "Don't be afraid, I didn't knock him down", the man frowned, with a not very happy expression on his face.

Jiang Xiaomian also felt that Han Feiran's words were not very polite, and he was pulled away by Han Feiran, but he still turned around and said sorry to the man.

Han Feiran pulled Jiang Xiaomian to the fifth floor, and sure enough, the crowd gathered here, Han Feiran said happily: "Xiaomian, your temperament should be crowded into more lively places to see." ”

The people in the sales club, from famous painting collectors to famous people in the industry, and the youngest are hobbyists, all form a group and argue with each other about which painting is more worthy of buying and collecting.

When the audience followed his fingers, it was the turn of a town painting of misty rain and rain hitting plantains, and listened to the introduction: "This is the "Jiangnan Town" made by Mr. Yu Qiubo, a painter of our ancient style painting school, and it is also the treasure of our gallery. This "Jiangnan Town" was painted by Mr. Yu when he went down to the south of the Yangtze River, passed through Suzhou, and waited there for a month of smoke and rain, and since then, Mr. Yu's rheumatism has become more and more serious..."

The atmosphere is always lively, the paintings alone are the best persuasion, not too many people care about what the narrators say, and some of them have already moved the idea of buying paintings.

When Jiang Xiaomian was looking around, he suddenly found the inconspicuous "Looking for Cotton" hanging in the corner, which had been unframed and hung there alone and haphazardly. The bright color was exposed to the air, as if for a second all the red would be dissolved in the air, turning the red kapok into white kapok. Then there really is white kapok in the world. Jiang Xiaomian thinks about it, and feels that the painting is not very suitable for this feeling of being torn off the protective color.

It's a pity fate, Jiang Xiaomian thought to herself, is it destined not to meet Bole? Will the owner who took it cherish it? Would anyone else frame it with such a strange and beautiful picture? If not, how long will it stay colored? Faded in the dust of its beautiful color, will the next person who sees it recognize it as kapok?

Han Feiran saw that Jiang Xiaomian's eyes couldn't leave the painting, so he smiled and said, "You like it?" You wait, I bought it for you to take back. ”

"Hey, no, no..."

Before Jiang Xiaomian could say anything, Han Feiran had already taken off the painting and asked the staff to pack it.

The staff member was a little stunned when he saw the painting, as if he didn't dare to sell the painting, "Sir? Are you going to buy this painting? You don't want to look at other paintings, many of them are much better than this one. ”

Han Feiran saw that he had an obstructive expression, and he was also surprised and puzzled, "What's the matter, can't you let the ghost grind if you have money?" ”

The staff member said, "Oh, I need to ask Mr. Yu for advice." ”

Han Feiran waved his hand at him, "No need, you just say that a young lady surnamed Jiang wants to buy it." She is Mr. Yu's protégé..."Han Feiran said and looked back at Jiang Xiaomian, "You said yes, Xiaomian..."

Han Feiran's words also stopped dumbly.

Jiang Xiaomian didn't listen to Han Feiran at all, she inadvertently met Xiang Dongyang's eyes. I was speechless and choked.

The world is so big, and people with fate are going around in front of them.

People who have no fate are red-eyed outside the circle, for example, Han Feiran.

Jiang Xiaomian almost couldn't recognize the person staring at her, he was thinner and darker than five years ago, and his youthful face, as if he had been ruthlessly ravaged by the wind and rain, showed a bronzed complexion. His hair must have not been cut in a long time, nor did it have any shine, and it was even knotted and haggard into a mess of grass.

His expression seemed to say: sad or not, after people grow up, the appearance that they have been transformed by hardship is just that.

After the staff saw Xiang Dongyang, they called him: "Mr. Xiang, they want to buy your cotton search map."

The staff's words picked out the shocking secret buried by time, that news is really like the Peach Blossom Spring, Jiang Xiaomian was surprised and couldn't stop feeling heartache: "The cotton search map was actually drawn by him, and I didn't know until eight years later!" ”

Han Feiran heard that this was a picture of looking for cotton painted by Xiang Dongyang, and he was determined not to let this painting remain, and insisted on buying it and destroying it, so he changed his tone and eyes, and said in a weird respectful manner: "Since this is a sales meeting, there is no reason why the paintings that appear here should not be bought!" Please also make a bid to Mr. and don't be stingy with good paintings. ”

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