"Are you a teacher who teaches drawing?"

Walking on the way to Lao Cai, I chatted with him casually at the end of the season.

"Pretty much."

He has his own studio, which not only produces his own works, but also trains new painters.

"Did you know there was a painter named Mo?"

"I've heard of it."

"Wouldn't it? You've only heard of it? You still learn to draw. ”

"How do you know each other?"

"How is it possible, he is the most mysterious mo, but I like his paintings very much."

"Really? Where have you seen his work? As far as I know, he never seems to have held an exhibition in Shenyang. "Mo is currently a well-known painter in the world, but he never appears in front of people, so everyone knows whether Mo is male or female, and everyone knows the age background.

"But he drove in Paris, I have a friend who is engaged in artworks, although she is good at wood carving, but she said that the only master she admires in her life is mo, and by chance I accompanied her to Paris to see an art exhibition, mo has a kind of energy oh, there is a kind of power that can convey people's hearts, I feel very warm."

"Don't you think his work is too depressing?"

"Well...... Although the themes expressed are heavy, his works are dominated by bright colors, maybe he is a very contradictory person in his inner world, right? It's always fighting with yourself. ”

After the end of the season finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed to see the man whose expression instantly became serious.

"Seems too self-talking? I don't really know how to draw, so I just talk about it. ”

"It's okay, you go ahead and see." For a second, the man's eyes returned to the coldness of his nature, but it was so fast that he didn't even notice it at the end of the season.

"Have you seen her scavenger boy's work? The bustling city reflects the boy's insignificance and misery, and many painters have worked on such an intuitive expression of the theme of human nature, but most of them are mainly expressed in black and white or primary colors, but he uses bright colors. I think that he clearly reveals his dissatisfaction and ridicule of the world in his paintings, but also reveals his hope in his colors, he is like a magic elf, and he can change the world into a different place with a wave of his hand, that is, the power of warmth. ”

"So, I like him a lot."

After speaking, he looked at the man next to him at the end of the season, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and his eyes were full of admiration, and this kind of worship was very pure and heartwarming.

"I never knew that his work still had a warm taste."

"Ha, you don't have to pay attention to me, I'm talking nonsense, I don't know how to draw, we're here, is this it?"

"yes, this is it."

"What about your students?"

"I should have already started to pick a good place to paint, since I brought you to sketch today, you can choose a place."

"That'...... Is it okay right there? ”

Some of the shikumen houses in Lao Cai have been renovated and some have not, and at the end of the season, an old house was chosen.

"Why did you pick this one?" Nice buildings here and there.

"Because it tastes like home."

The man looked at him with meaningful eyes, found a place in the open-air café facing the building, sat down, and took out his sketchpad.

"The time for sketching will be very long, and will you be afraid of boredom for a long time?"

"No, wouldn't it be interesting to see the process of a work being born from time to time?"

The man smiled, took out a pencil and drew it on the paper. It didn't take long for the curious baby to start asking one question after another.

"Hey, can you paint that window arched like that?"

"Miss, do you know what a real-life sketch is?"

"Then you can add a little bit of your own thoughts, hurry up! Could it be that you don't know how to paint arched windows? ”

The man was too lazy to argue with her, but he also changed the originally rectangular window to an arched one.

"Also, add a chimney here, and draw a few wisps of green smoke, as if someone at home is cooking and waiting for you."

I originally wanted to complain but I took it back, and the man erased the part with an eraser, and continued to change it at the request of the end of the season.

"Can you add a swing in front of your house?"

At the end of the season, he knew that his live-action sketch had been completely ruined.

"If you want sunflowers and sunflowers, my future home must be full of sunflowers in front of the door."

The man's work has been completely out of shape from the beginning of the live-action sketch to the end, and the theme is to the effect: My dream home.

"How? Miss who can't draw, what else do you want to add. ”

At this time, I realized that the man's work had completely changed its taste.

"Sorry to ruin your sketch. However, I think you're very good at turning what others think into reality. ”

"Since you like it so much, I'll give you this painting."

"Is that okay? You're welcome. ”

Inexplicably, at the end of the season, looking at the appearance of "home" in the painting, the sadness in his eyes deeply pierced the man's heart.

How can a woman with a smile on her face from beginning to end have such an expression when facing a painting?

When he left his name on the final painting, he thought twice about it and left his name Mobai.

"Your name is Mo Bai?"

"Ling Mobai."

"Hello, my name is Ji Mo."

Sweeping away the previous sadness, the girl's expression was like the spring sun in this cold winter, bright and warm.

Then the two of them picked up the coffee that had already been cooled, and felt this quiet winter afternoon relatively silently.

At the end of the season, she was born in the summer, but she unexpectedly liked the coldest season of the four seasons, which made her feel alive the most.

Just when she was looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her at the end of the season, she unconsciously became the beautiful scenery in Ling Mobai's eyes.

Last night's chance encounter, I thought it was just another stupid woman who was obsessed with his appearance and had no brains.

It's just too boring to ask him out, to find someone to pass the time, to see that stupid women will be obsessed with his expressions.

But unexpectedly, this stupid woman is not as easy as other women to show her calculations, just simply admiring his works, saying that she doesn't know how to draw, but she easily shatters his disguise for many years, maybe even he doesn't understand himself, is he actually looking forward to such a person who can see through him in his heart?

"It's not early, sit down again, it's really cold, let's go."

"Okay, don't you have to say anything to your students?"

"No, we just made an appointment to paint here, and they will naturally contact me if they have any questions."

"Let's go, thank you for today's coffee and paintings."

"It's okay."

"Don't leave here, wait for me."

Without waiting for Ling Mobai's next sentence, Ji Mo turned around and ran to the shop selling gloves and scarves opposite.

I thought she was going in to pick something for herself, but when she ran to him again, that indescribable feeling arose.

"You're a painter, your hands are important, and this glove is a gift for today's coffee."

The label on the glove didn't have time to be removed, and the price was not expensive, about the same as a cup of coffee.

Maybe a woman with a different mind can do this quite ambiguously and flirtatious, but what is done at the end of the boring season becomes a completely pragmatic social behavior with a strong sense of humanity. Ling Mobai shook his head helplessly and curiously, wondering if it would be better to tear off the trademark and wrap the gift next time, and then give the gift with a three-point seductive look?

Ridiculous thoughts swept through Ling Mobai's mind, how good it would be if she was such a woman, and he could treat it as completely inaudible to the sound that tugged at his heartbeat.

When the two of them walked unhurriedly to the hospital, they said goodbye to each other on the third floor.

"End of the season!"

Ling Mobai called out to the end of the season, who had already turned away.

"Huh?"

"The children here can only move around in the hospital, so if you have time, come down and spend more time with them."

"Okay, but I might be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

"Really? Is the wound on the head going to heal? ”

"Almost, there will be no problem with doing the last check tomorrow."

"That's good."

"What about you? How did it end up here? ”

"Me? It's just a general regular check-up, and I'm not in good shape. ”

"So? Then you pay attention to rest and take care of your body. ”

"End of the season!" At the other end of the corridor, Tang Jingqing stood condescendingly on the steps of the 4th floor and looked at the two people talking at the corner of the stairs on the 3rd floor.

"Jingqing, came so early today? Mo Bai, my husband is here, so I'll go up first, goodbye. ”

briefly introduced the relationship between Tang Jingqing and her, and then turned upstairs and walked to Tang Jingqing's side without hesitation.

At this time, the two men glanced at each other as quickly as possible, Tang Jingqing? Ling Mobai hadn't seen Ji Mo, but he knew that Tang Jingqing, after all, was the man who was calling for wind and rain in Shenyang City now, but he didn't expect her to be Tang Jingqing's wife?

Ling Mobai lives abroad most of the time, Shenyang City is his grandfather's house, his health is not very good, the recent exhibition has only ended, and the long-distance flight still makes his heart feel a little uncomfortable, so he chose to stay in the hospital for a few days to recuperate.

It's just that he didn't expect that the heartbeat in his life that he had been waiting for was a married woman, robbing other people's wives, and he did a good job with his cultivation, but when he saw Ji Mo running to Tang Jingqing's side without hesitation, he felt a trace of jealousy.

From childhood to adulthood, in order to protect his fragile heart, he tried his best to make himself desireless, venting all his dissatisfaction with fate on the paintings, pretending to be a light and breezy appearance, but this is the kind of self that made her have never had the urge to possess someone at the end of the season, but can he really do this? Ruining her life is also going to pull him into his dark life?

On the other side, Ji Mo followed Tang Jingqing back to the ward, she hated and felt that Tang Jingqing was not in a good mood at the moment, but she didn't know how to care.

As if to provoke him in the end, he closed the door of the ward and pressed her against the panel.