When Xiang Hai came out of the convenience store, he had a thin sketchbook and a pencil in his hand. He sat on the promenade by the side of the road, smiling at the minaret-like ginkgo tree, his shiny black pencil quickly composing on the thin sketchbook, slowly moving the beautiful tree onto his sketch paper.

Gradually, a child, two children ran in on the sketch paper; Boys, girls. Spinning soccer balls and ginkgo biloba leaves blown by the wind. There are also crutches for the elderly and wheelchairs for themselves; There are pleasant eyebrows and eyes, and there are gray hairs of ruthless years.

He sketched this vivid human fireworks on paper.

There was a girl sitting on the shore with a small schoolbag on her back, opening the small schoolbag by herself, taking out her homework, and lying next to him to write. She wrote two assignments and glanced back at Xiang Hai's sketchbook. Looking at it, she stretched out her slender white little fingers, pointed to a place and said, "Uncle, do you want to use an eraser here?" I'll lend it to you. ”

Where her delicate little finger points is the location of a garbage can. Xiang Hai was originally going to draw the garbage can into it, but he was selfish and didn't want to see such a beautiful thing in front of him gradually being occupied by the garbage, so he stopped there halfway through the painting, and then simply forgot about it.

He didn't expect this child to be so observant, and his little finger pointed to the trash can to lend him an eraser.

Xiang Hai followed her little finger to look at the little girl, and the two pairs of big eyes looked at each other, and both smiled. The child handed him a little rabbit eraser, thanked the sea very gentlemanly, picked up the eraser from her little palm, rubbed it lightly twice, wiped off the black garbage can, and rubbed off the excess with her slender fingers, and returned the clean eraser to the white palm of the little girl.

"Thank you so much, you've been so helpful."

The little girl blushed a little from being praised, covered her face a little shyly and turned around, and whispered back to the sea, "You're welcome." ”

Xiang Hai touched her head and drew a bench in the empty space that had just been vacated. A young man in a white shirt sat on a bench and bowed his head to write something. A little girl is lying on a bench doing her homework. As if the sunset favored her, the white little dress shone wonderfully, and even the bow on her head was extraordinarily beautiful.

It was getting dark, the street lights were on, and the musical fountain was ringing. People cheered and watched around the musical fountain and watch the staggered dancing fountains take shape, with delightful music in their ears. Xiang Hai looked at the ginkgo trees that were lit up in the night, and he waved his hand lightly, as if saying goodbye to an old friend.

Xiang Hai signed the sketch in the lower right corner and gave it to the children along with the sketchbook and pencil. As soon as he left, the child's family came to him.

The lights are on, and the neon is misty.

Xiang Hai said goodbye to the fireworks in the world that made him very interested, took a taxi back to the cinema, and returned to the cold house. He looked out the window at the neon and forgot about the ginkgo tree.

For the rest, Xu Jiang bought canvases, paints, and brushes of various materials in the market, and shipped them all to the third floor of the cinema.

From ancient times to the present day, from portraits to still life sketches

From the idyllic town to the top of the snow-capped mountains, from the vast sea to the dead desert. He painted one painting after another, and the brush in his hand was in a race against time, against everything.

On the second day, Xu Jiang came to knock on the door, and found that the door was not locked at all, he was puzzled that this person got up so early, pushed the door in, and the person was standing in front of the window to paint, and there were already 5 paintings in the house, all of which were new paintings.

"Get up so early and start drawing?"

Xu Jiang came to him with a chatter in his mouth, found that he had dark circles under his eyes, and saw that he looked tired, he asked him blankly, "You won't paint all night, right?" ”

"Hmm."

Xiang Hai's voice was a little hoarse in response to him. The pen is steady and accurate, and it seems that there is no consideration for painting skills or anything at all.

Xu Jiang looked at the paintings in front of him blankly, but the more he looked at them, the more wrong they became, although these paintings were very good, but they gave him a weird feeling, and he couldn't catch them in an instant, so he stumbled, looked at them one by one, and only after seeing them did he understand what was wrong.

"Who are you imitating to draw?"

"My master."

"Why are you imitating his paintings? Aren't your paintings worth as much as his? Xu Jiang muttered casually, suddenly reacted, and looked at him in surprise, "You bastard son is going to come out again!" ”

Xiang Hai didn't give him a look, quickly completed the last painting of the target in his hand, stretched his waist, and threw away the painting tools, "Help me clean up the aftermath." Brush clean. I need to take a shower, eat something, and go to bed. ”

The bathroom door slammed shut.

Xu Jiang looked at the 5 paintings he had just completed, swallowed his saliva, and said to himself, "Even if you imitate the style of other people's paintings, this is also your own painting, this is more valuable, my god ......"

He muttered as he took out the pen washer and began to clean the brushes.

Xu Jiang thought he would sleep all day, but in fact, Xiang Hai only slept for 4 hours before getting up, and then continued to paint, and after 4 hours of painting, he began to sleep again. Such a biological clock lasted for three or four days in a row. Xiang Hai painted a total of 45 paintings, which filled the entire room. Xu Jiang came in with drooling every time and went out with saliva.

Early this morning, when Xiang Hai was about to finish, Xu Jiang broke in from outside, turned on the TV in the guest room directly, tuned to a channel, and sat on the sofa with Xiang Hai.

Xiang Hai's eyes were black, and he stared at the TV for a long time, without a head or an end. Just as he was about to get up, a missing person notice appeared on the TV, "A news is inserted below." On the afternoon of October x, a young man sent a sketch to a little girl in a certain park, and later after the identification of experts, it was found that this person was the famous oil painter Mr. Haiyi, which may be the only painting with Mr. Haiyi's autograph. As soon as this news came out, Haiyi's fans began to use various means to contact the little girl and her family, expressing their willingness to buy this painting, and this sketch has been fried to 3 million in a short period of time, but it was once rejected by the little girl. In the end, a mysterious person paid 10 million to buy the painting, you might as well guess, who is this person?

Could it be Haiyi himself? ”

Xu Jiang looked at Xiang Hai with bright eyes, and asked with frowns, "Is it you?" Is that you? You spent 10 million on your own sketches, are you so idle? ”

Xiang Hai looked at the back of the little girl crying at the end of the news. He closed his eyes and felt as if he had screwed up.

"Isn't that you? Say it! "Xu Jiang coerced and enticed.

Xiang Hai pinched his eyebrows.

"I'm in a good mood, and I'm just giving away the sketch at hand, it's not as complicated as you think. But what's good about making people cry? ”

Knowing that he was actually distressed about this matter, Xu Jiang immediately showed an expression of wanting to vomit.

"Since you are so kind-hearted, please help me to be the only one of the lucky ones in this world. If you want to see my sad crying back, I can cry for you for ten days in a row. The price is negotiable, I only need five million, but where can I find the wrongdoer to buy the painting? ”

Xiang Hai twisted his eyebrows for a moment, and his mind turned.

"Wronged...... So far, there are really two. ”

The two profiteers glanced at each other, and they all thought of the father and son, one with a big head and the other excited.

Xiang Hai quickly finished the finishing action of the oil painting, threw away the paintbrush, lay on the bed and slept for more than ten hours, until the next day at more than two o'clock in the afternoon, he woke up quietly, sitting on the sofa with dull eyes and eating with a dull hair.

Outside the window, the sky gradually became overcast, and gray-black clouds gradually invaded the white sky.

He rubbed for more than half an hour to finally fill his stomach, staring blankly at the clouds outside the glass. The mobile phone rang at the right time, and he took it out casually without looking at the number and answered it, it was Xu Jiang's underbeaten voice, fortunately he was already full, otherwise he would be so angry that he couldn't eat.

"Hey! Bastard, your father's concubine is coming for you. ”

Xiang Hai stared at the shiny knife and fork on the plate, danced in his hand, poked forward, put it back on the plate, and said slowly, "I don't see." ”

hung up the phone, the phone rang again not long after, he took the knife and fork in his hand again, answered the phone, and it was still Xu Jiang, "Hey, Xiao Jiang said that someone called the store and said he wanted to see you." There were three of them. ”

Xiang Hai silently put the knife and fork in his hand back on the plate, and asked, "When did you call?" ”

"Just now."

"Just ......" Xiang Hai muttered in his mouth, his blood began to boil, and said, "Xu Jiang, you immediately arrange the second art exhibition, immediately!." ”

"What the hell? Well, the price of these paintings ......."

Xiang Hai smiled: "This time it's up to you." ”

Xu Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly. Xiang Hai thought he was noisy, hung up the phone in disgust, slowly licked the back gum with his teeth, and didn't realize that he was smiling very profiteer.

A crackling sound gradually sounded on the glass.

He walked to the window and saw through the rain on the glass that it was hazy outside, and pedestrians without umbrellas were screaming to find a place to hide from the rain, so the "business" in those shops gradually improved.

It's raining.

It was raining outside, Lin Yilan didn't have any housework to do, and quietly lay in front of the window to see through

The rain curtain looked at everything outside.

The two sunflowers that Xiang Hai planted in front of her window had grown, and at this time they were shaking their dark green leaves in the wind, and the raindrops hit the leaves, reflecting the healthy green light. The large and small raindrops on the leaves are like raw water falling into the boiling oil and instantly blowing the pot, and the wind blowing tightly in the unknown direction seems to cool down the pot of "oil", and it is like re-injecting raw water, stirring up the lively crackling in the flower field.

Lin Yilan's mind had already flown outside, and she writhed her body in the wind with the green flower seedlings. The rain washed away many small bugs for her, and the birds that usually loved to sing in her ears had long since hid. They are ready to come out when the clouds roll into white clouds, when the sky is clear and the air smells clean. They occupy freshly washed branches, singing and discussing where to go, where the scenery is better and the insects are fatter.

Lin Yilan was looking out in fascination, and the sound of music suddenly sounded out of nowhere pulled her back from her imagination. She listened to the rustling rain and carefully discerned, where did the music come from?

When I came to my room and opened the drawer, the music suddenly became much louder. Lin Yilan looked at the two pitch-black fonts on the slightly blue screen of the mobile phone, and subconsciously pressed the answer button.

Somehow, the two people on both ends of the phone were silent. Lin Yilan walked to the window in a trance and looked at the scenery outside through the glass window.

"It's raining here, where are you?" Xiang Hai said.

(End of chapter)