"Lend me." Xiao Fei was already sitting on a small sofa in the studio. He sank into the soft sofa, holding the sketchbook in both hands, and said to Lu Yi, who was sitting in front of the canvas, without raising his head.

"I said I wouldn't lend it. If you want to see it, you can come to me at any time. You'll get another key when the time comes. Lu Yi replied without turning his head. At this time, he had a paintbrush in his mouth and was frowning at the painting he had just finished in front of him.

"I don't want your keys." Xiao Fei replied, then got up from the sofa and walked to Lu Yi's side.

It is a dark blue lake, lying peacefully on the drawing paper of Luyi. Around the lake, sparse trees with dark green trunks, no leaves, only bent trunks, like the shadow of the lake, divided into ethereal wisps, like smoke, accompanied by the lake.

Lakes and trees, whether it is nature or a painter like Lu Yi, are all classic combinations of their brushes. Not classic, is the color of Luyi. At the beginning, Xiao Fei was deeply attracted by Lu Yi's bold color use of similar subversiveness. In the early days of painting, he also tried to use paint or watercolor to color the buildings in his paintings, but no matter how he mixed the paint, how he painted it, and how he painted it, he felt that something was wrong, as if the color did not belong to the building in front of him at all, but as if he had hung a banner on the original harmonious and complete building, and the big horn on the banner had three words written on it - "inappropriate".

Since then, Xiao Fei has given up coloring his paintings, and has begun to concentrate on creating colorless paintings without distractions.

"Why is the lake the color of the lake, and the trunks of the trees?" Xiao Fei asked.

"They're the color in my mind. I'm just bringing out the color in my heart. Very simple. Lu Yi replied casually, then turned his head and asked Xiao Fei: "Do you think this painting needs to be adjusted?" ”

Xiao Fei looked incredulous: "Are you a great painter?" You're asking me about this guy who can't even get a good color? ”

"There are no painters who are not good at coloring, only works that are not suitable for coloring." Lu Yi said, "Just tell me your first feeling when you see this painting." Whatever technique and what blank space you have, you will be temporarily thrown away from your mind first. ”

"I think so......" Xiao Fei tilted his head and looked at it carefully for a while, but he really couldn't find fault with it. Lu Yi's painting is such a magical place, you know that the lake, trees and sky you see in real life are not like this, but you subconsciously feel that Lu Yi is so colored, not only is there no mistake, you are still looking forward to his next painting, and how to break the things that we are used to in our daily life, and then be blended into a rich and grand color feast.

"At least I don't see anything wrong." Xiao Fei said.

Lu Yi nodded, reached out and took the painting off the easel, held the painting in both hands, walked a few steps in the studio, and then tore off the painting in Xiao Fei's exclamation.

After tearing the painting in half from the middle, he stacked them on top of each other and tore them in half again—as if they were tearing the receipts.

Xiao Fei's eyes widened, "What are you doing?!" ”

"Huh?" Lu Yi threw the pieces into the trash, then walked to the kitchen, took out two small bottles of mineral water from the refrigerator, threw one to Xiao Fei, and then unscrewed the cap of the bottle in his hand, raised his head and took a sip.

"Why did you tear it up?" Xiao Fei held the mineral water bottle tightly in his hand, his finger joints turned white, and the mineral water bottle was pinched out by him.

"Why are you keeping? I've been looking at that painting for so long, and I'm just thinking about how to destroy it. Lu Yi said, "You know that some paintings can be put in the gallery to be seen. But there are some that are only suitable for destruction. It's not that it's a bad work that is suitable for destruction, it's just that this kind of work is more personal and instrumental. Have I made it clear - this kind of painting, when it has completed a certain mission, has no meaning to exist. ”

Xiao Fei was silent for a while.

"Neuropathy."

Lu Yi smiled and walked over to Xiao Fei and sat down. He looked at Xiao Fei looking down at the side of the album, still thinking about the big black dog.

"Let me ask you a question." Lu Yi spoke.

"Excuse me."

"The last time I saw you, I drew a new black puppy in your coloring book."

"Ah, yes." Xiao Fei didn't raise his head, "One day after school, I met a puppy on the way back." He looked up at Lu Yi, "What's wrong?" ”

"Is that all?"

Xiao Fei looked at him incomprehensibly.

Lu Yi took a deep breath, he wasn't sure if Xiao Fei really had depressive tendencies. He just drew a big black dog, which probably doesn't mean anything. But what does it really mean?

What he was most worried about was that even Xiao Fei himself didn't know that the black mist in his heart—if it existed—would gradually take shape in the time that Xiao Fei didn't care about the most, grow into a terrifying big black dog, and then swallow Xiao Fei in one gulp.

But he really didn't know how to explain his concerns to Xiao Fei. This is somewhat impolite - a hidden corner that the parties are not aware of, is he, an outsider, going to break in with a torch and fanfare?

He no longer looked at Xiao Fei. He closed his eyes, stretched out his hands, and hugged Xiao Fei.

Oh, my child, may your heart be as bright as it appears to be.

On the other side, Sanping was immersed in hot water and steam, and the last text message sent by Lu Yi was like a duckling toy swimming in hot water in front of him in his mind, and as soon as he pressed his hand, the little duck sank, let go, and the little duck floated up - Lu Yi's text message, just like this duck, in her consciousness, kept sinking, floating, sinking, floating-

"You have to be patient until he is willing to say it to you."

But Sanping is not the kind of person who is willing to wait.

The next morning, after watching Xiao Fei's back to school slowly become a small dot, Sanping ran back to the room, took out the phone book, and flipped out the phone number of Xiao Fei's head teacher.

After making an appointment for the afternoon meeting, Sanping sat on the chair, was stunned for a while, then tidied up a little in the mirror, chose a dress in the wardrobe, and after changing into it, he felt that something was missing, and put on a coat, and then went out.

It was still early before the afternoon meeting, and she planned to go out for a walk - anywhere, not at home anyway.

The house was bought by Sanping before marriage, and after marrying Yonghe, it became their wedding house. Yonghe's parents originally wanted to buy a new house as a formal wedding house, but Sanping felt that it was unnecessary - why should they buy another house when they have a house? Besides, there is no extra time and energy to choose a house and decorate. The most important thing is that Yonghe doesn't mind - "Everyone is a man who buys a house, and I am blessed to be stained with my wife's light." "It's just so faceless and skinless, Sanping's parents have nothing to say, so they just turned a blind eye and passed. But after all, it is a wedding house, no matter how faceless and skinless, the decoration is still needed. So, Sanping didn't pay a penny, and he didn't worry about it, but after briefly talking about the style he wanted and the place that he couldn't move in the early stage of decoration, Yonghe took the initiative to take on the responsibility of decoration. When Sanping returned home from the concert and abroad, he found that the home had changed a lot—except for what she solemnly stated that she could not move, and her bedroom and study remained the same—all other furnishings, furniture, walls, and layouts had been completely renovated by Yonghe.

"Not bad." As she spoke, Sanping's lips touched the face that Yonghe had been sticking out to her. Yonghe, who got a fragrant kiss from his wife, turned around and ran into the kitchen, bringing out a bowl of steaming beef curry.

Sanping didn't go far either. She wandered around the vegetable market near the neighborhood. The vegetable market in the morning is always the most lively, with stalls and vendors pushing carts, in front of them are the freshest vegetables or fruits of the day, the most mouth-watering raw meat - the leaf tips are still shaking the morning dewdrops, full and round melons and fruits, lively seafood, fatty and attractive raw meat, and the sound of vendors shouting, the sound of customers bargaining, the sound of knives falling on the board, and the subtle "click" sound of pedestrians rubbing shoulders and footsteps after footsteps...... This kind of morning ensemble from the wet market, Sanpei thinks it is completely comparable to the music coming out of the opulent concert hall. This is another wonderful art, an art that comes from the solid earth and life, and rushes with great joy towards a more hopeful time and space.

Sanping followed Yonghe to the vegetable market. That was her first visit to the wet market. As far as the eye could see, there was sludge and black water, and the white high heels were also rubbed with dust. In the last second, it seemed that he was still in a neat and comfortable performance field, and now he was standing in front of a bunch of melons and fruits obediently queuing, and his partner was happily chatting with the boss, although he was a little uncomfortable, but he was originally like himself floating in mid-air, but at this moment, it was like finally landing, and the empty and fluttering body before was slowly filled with this noisy, sludge black water, and fresh water spirit, and it was enriched, and the first step taken since then was more powerful than before.

At this moment, Sanping is wandering around the noisy vegetable market. Surrounded by busy people, empty-handed, and even a little bit of a good wandering Sanping, it looked particularly out of place in the noise. This kind of incompatibility has made her gain some attention, intentional or unintentional. She was starting to feel a little overwhelmed. Just as he was about to walk out of the vegetable market, a strange and familiar voice came from behind Sanping-

"Sanping? Is it Sanping? ”

Sanping's footsteps paused, she turned around and saw a smiling old woman, holding a vegetable basket in her right hand, walking towards her.

She immediately burst out laughing.

"Granny Yu." Sanping called the old woman, and the old woman answered, and finally came to her. Granny Yu smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into a line, and she took Sanping's hand and said, "Great, you still remember my old wife." ”

Sanping didn't speak, she couldn't make a sound—her throat was already choking.

I don't know why, in front of Granny Yu, Sanping is like a child who has been wronged.

"Silly boy." Granny Yu looked at Sanping like this, her voice trembled a little, and she held Sanping's hand tightly, "Do you have time now?" Come and talk to me. ”

Sanping nodded vigorously.

Granny Yu kept holding Sanping's hand tightly. She pulled Sanping and walked out of the vegetable market, walked for about ten minutes, and turned into a small alley. Walk along the alley, walk to the end, and go upstairs, which is the home of Granny Yu and Uncle Yu.

In this family, only Granny Yu and Uncle Yu live. They have a son, who is said to have moved out, but he is still not far from them, so almost every day, the son comes back to have dinner with the two old men. Sanping once asked why his son didn't just stay at home. Granny Yu shook the pu fan in her hand and asked Sanping with a smile: "Aren't you living alone now?" ”

Seeing that Sanping didn't speak, Granny Yu spoke again: "The child has room for independent development, parents, are they still thinking of ways to trap him at home?" He has his own life, and Lao Yu and I have our own life. ”

Granny Yu turned out to be a fan of Yonghe's books, and every time Yonghe had a signing event in the city, Granny Yu would definitely come. At first, Yonghe was shocked when he saw Granny Yu, and after signing for Granny Yu, he thought about which staff member to help send Granny Yu home. Granny Yu waved her hand and pointed to the audience with a smile, and there was a young man standing outside the crowd, who immediately raised his hand and greeted Granny Yu on the stage.

Another time, it was Yonghe who took Sanping to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and when he turned around, he saw Granny Yu. Yonghe was surprised and delighted, and walked forward quickly to greet Granny Yu, and also introduced Sanping. Granny Yu later recalled that she couldn't help but say: "Others don't know, and they think he's my fan." Yonghe was helping Uncle Yu tinker with the broken radio at the time, and after listening to Granny Yu's words, he raised his head with a smile, "I'm definitely your fan, you have too much to learn from us!" ”

Sanping followed Granny Yu into the house. Granny Yu closed the door and cut off the hustle and bustle outside the house, and Sanping suddenly felt that the time in the house was starting to slow down. She felt safe.

Granny Yu put the vegetable basket into the kitchen and walked out, and when she saw Sanping who was still standing in a daze, she stepped forward, pulled Sanping, and came to the sofa.

Sanping gently touched the wrinkles in Granny Yu's hand.

"It's been so long, three years, right? Why don't you come to Granny Yu to sit here? Granny Yu looked at Sanping gently.

Sanping shook his head.

Granny Yu slowly patted the back of Sanping's hand with her hand, "I know you're having a hard time......

"No, mother-in-law, I'm doing well." Sanping raised his head and looked out the window, "I adopted my cousin's child, my good friend is also around, my work is going well, I often have performances......"

Granny Yu looked at Sanping, "Then why aren't you happy?" ”