Xiang Hai looked at her vomiting back, frowned, and went upstairs to look for pills. Lin Yilan lowered her head and propped her hands in front of the stage, the faucet in front of her was always on, and the dirt had been washed away. Xiang Hai came to her side, and she woke up to look at him like a dream, wilting and lowering her head and reaching out to take the cold water to rinse her mouth.

"Let's go take a shower."

Lin Yilan closed her eyes fiercely, feeling a little embarrassed in her heart, feeling that her face was a little hot, nodding slightly, and dragging her tired body to the bathroom. Xiang Hai took a pot of water and boiled it, and threw the pills in his hand into the cup. When the water boils, it is flushed, and there is no trace.

He stared intently at the hot water that was happily bubbling out of the cup, and there was some movement behind him, he turned his head, and Lin Yilan was standing behind him neatly dressed. His hair was still dripping, and his eyes were looking at him calmly. She is like an oil painting, quiet and quiet, but not in the world.

He looked at those pure eyes, lowered his head, and handed over the water in his hand with a light smile. Lin Yilan's gaze fell on the not-so-pure water. Xiang Hai smiled lightly, she also smiled lightly, took the water cup, and drank it all.

"Sleep."

Xiang Hai finished blowing her hair, turned off the light, and exited the room.

He stood in the empty living room for a long time, his eyes unfocused, just in a daze. It wasn't until he realized that he was cold before he remembered that he should take a shower. I took my clothes and went into the bathroom, and I washed them down. Back in the study, the towel unconsciously rubbed around his head and threw it back on the table.

He unfolded the drawing box. The frame and canvas were stretched out, and the paint was arranged in a row.

He squeezed a large amount of tender green and bright yellow into the palette, mixed some oil, and scraped a large area of the canvas with a spatula. Use a pencil to slowly outline the white space, white and light gray in turn, and light pink and skin tone are also slowly coming.

There are more and more pigments on the palette, and the colors are getting more and more messy. The brush dipped in various colors and ran on the canvas, running and jumping to shed light on those eyes, hooking the pale lips with a smile. Small flowers of various colors bloom on the tip of the brush, clustered around the person in the painting. Laughing and fragrant.

Xiang Hai's fingers flicked "Pathos Sonata" on the back of the palette. Sometimes he shakes his head, and his body sways slightly; Sometimes he looks into the eyes of the person in the painting, trying to understand what the person in the painting is thinking, but the person in the painting smiles at him with the flowers, as if wearing a mask of laughter.

"It shouldn't be like this." He said.

The brush ran over the canvas again, and the various paints turned into fingers in an attempt to remove the mask. He watched the smile on that face fade away, a pair of pure eyes looking at him, his hair still dripping, helpless and pitiful.

Xiang Hai looked at the person in the painting silently for a long time, sighed lightly, and put the pen in his hand into the water to wash it as if giving up. He cleaned the pen and put the paint back in the box, leaving only the painting empty on the four walls.

The morning was a little misty after being washed by heavy rain. The sunlight poked out of the gray clouds, slowly emerging from behind the fresh leaves like hide and seek, and was pushed to the world by the wind to the corner of the skirt, embracing all things in the world.

The sunlight on the window frame is exceptionally good, and the sunflowers in front of the window are swaying their heads in the wind to shake off the dew on their bodies, greedily enjoying the sun. I don't know from what direction, there is always the sound of a frog, and the croaking is always ringing in my ears.

Lin Yilan stared at the sunflower for a long time, with a relaxed and yearning smile on her lips, until she heard a movement upstairs, checked the menu, and hurriedly went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Xiang Hai went downstairs in sweatpants, his shirt lazily rolled up to his elbows. He opened the door, and with the earthy smell of grass, he took a few deep breaths, and when his lungs were filled with this charming smell, he exhaled a long breath that was comfortably exciting.

He listened to the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, stared at the kitchen door for a while, walked over to open the refrigerator, and swept his eyes around the refrigerator, and finally stopped in the half-empty drawer. He stared back at the kitchen door for a moment, then slowly closed the refrigerator.

He sat on the couch and unfolded the dark green notebook in his hand, and on the blank page after the page where he had written, there were only two lines of words:

I want to sleep until dawn.

Don't dream anything.

It was only two lines of words, and every time she wrote one or two words, the tip of the pen had to be pressed on the paper for a while, and then she lifted the pen to continue.

Xiang Hai could see that she was hesitant when writing these two lines, but he could only guess that she might hesitate because she didn't trust herself enough; Maybe if you write it, you will really admit that you are sick. But judging from the fact that these two lines of sentences were finally written after many pauses, she was really eager for herself to recover, and showed herself these two lines of brainless words, which may be the "distress signal" that Li Heng once said.

Xiang Hai stared at the kitchen door for a long time, planning back and forth in his mind, calculating. Until the sound of stir-frying in the kitchen, the aroma of the food awakens the hunger in the stomach at the same time. He rubbed his stomach and got up to wash. Lin Yilan heard the footsteps of him coming, and the stir-fry action paused slightly, and then pretended to be fine, and continued to stir-fry.

Xiang Hai acted neatly, washed his face, casually tied his hair back with a rubber band, went into the kitchen and brought the cooked porridge to the living room, put the dishes and chopsticks, and the dishes came up.

He took a sip of porridge, which was full of fragrant and glutinous appetite, and he drank several sips in a row, and found that the person opposite did not have a good appetite. He took a bite of diced celery and said, "Let's go out later." ”

Lin Yilan looked at him and said, "Didn't you ask me what I had fun playing when I was a kid last time?" This time, I will take you to experience it. Hurry up and eat, let's go early. ”

The sky is blue and the sun is thick.

Lin Yilan sat in the back seat, staring at the scattered fluttering flakes in the sun, and listening to the croaking of frogs that sounded out of nowhere.

Soon, Xiang Hai parked his bicycle on the bridge, rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves, and went down the stream excitedly. Lin Yilan looked at him from the side with a bucket, watching him walk crookedly in the stream, a little uneasy: "Be careful, don't wrestle." ”

Xiang Hai reflexively made a "shhh Confess! ”

Lin Yilan glared at him helplessly, and then he smiled and focused on his fishing career.

The sky was too blue, and the immortals hurriedly summoned the wind to blow the sea of clouds like a snow-capped mountain to cover the fairy palace. The young green leaves on the tips of the poplars shook their heads and threw out large snowflakes like flutters. The two birds chattered in their ears, not knowing what to say; The frogs were even more noisy, and their mouths were like rock candy cubes in their mouths, and they couldn't be seen. The reddish-brown earth on both sides of the stream was covered with green, and small purple and blue flowers were sprinkled with beans. In the distance, someone sprinkled a large amount of rape by the stream, and now it is green and yellow, and jasper makeup.

The footsteps of fallen leaves being trampled to the ground were heard, and a small white and gray dog swayed and ran, its nose sniffing among the crisp green grass, as if it had suddenly spotted the two, tilting its head to stare at them. Lin Yilan took a step back with the small white bucket in a panic, but the little dog was frightened, turned around and ran back, the speed was very fast, and there was only one white dot left in a few flashes.

Lin Yilan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, slowly descended the stairs along the footsteps, and leaned over to the sea holding something. She fixed her eyes on him holding a handful of black things in his hand, swimming very fast, but the splash was not large, and it looked gentle.

The little elves, which were black like little commas, swam around in the palms of their hands bent towards the sea, and some of them had grown black and delicate hind legs, gulping down water. They are swimming faster and faster, probably scared.

"Have you ever seen this? The tadpole is the juvenile form of the frog. Isn't it cute? ”

Lin Yilan stared at the black elf in his palm and nodded seriously. She stretched out a finger and touched it gently, and the little tadpoles swimming around were wet and slippery, and a little weird to the touch, and she retracted her hand violently.

Xiang Hai stood there laughing, gently put the little tadpoles in his hand back into the water, and watched them scatter before turning around and laughing at her: "It's okay, they don't bite." Would you like to come down and have fun too? ”

Lin Yilan stared at the crystal clear stream with some longing, stretched out her hand to the sea and reached out to her, she hesitated for a moment and handed her hand over.

The weather gradually became hotter, and as soon as his feet entered the water, Lin Yilan, who was cold, was excited. The water is very clear, and most of the rubble under the water is a few gravel blocks, so you don't have to think too much about walking around. With a few sounds of falling water, the frogs in the near distance also swam to the distance and called.

Xiang Hai is the main force of fishing and catching shrimp, he claims to have rich experience, and took the initiative to serve as a commanding general. Lin Yilan is naturally the little soldier who listens to the general's command, the general says that she will go east, and when the general says west, she will go west. After many attempts to block the flow and design traps, they succeeded in catching a silver carp that was about a finger long. The two heads looked at the top of the small white barrel for a long time, admiring their results.

The rest of the time is actually very easy, the walls have been built, and it is easy to wait for the fish to enter the net.

Lin Yilan squatted on the shore, bending down to look at a group of small tadpoles, they seemed to be swimming tirelessly, and they were together in a group in the dark. She picked up a lonely little tadpole and approached it, its tail flowing as smooth as silk in the water, and its two small hind legs had grown, and it was treading the water in a cute manner.

She was amused by it, and tapped its chubby back with her fingertips: "Hello, my name is Lin Yilan, is it okay to call you Xiaohei?" ”

It blinked its eyes and gulped down its water, its chubby body writhing in various shapes in the water. Lin Yilan held a small tadpole and smiled nervously for a while, looked at the dark and faint group of postures that seemed to be shifting, and put Xiao Hei back among its partners.

"It's nice that you have so many companions with you." She said casually, with real yearning and envy in her eyes.

"Why? Still not coming to work? ”

The stream in front of Lin Yilan stirred up a splash, she looked at the childish ghost with teeth and claws, pursed her lips and smiled.

"Here we are."