Xiao Fei washed and dried the last plate, carefully put the dish into the disinfection cupboard, closed the door of the disinfection cupboard, pressed the disinfection button, turned around and picked up the food residue in the sink with both hands, threw it into the trash can at his feet, then turned on the faucet, rinsed the sink, and wiped the wet cooking surface with a rag. After everything was cleaned up, he listened to the sound of hot water coming from the bathroom for a while, then turned around and turned off the kitchen lights and went back to his room.

Night is not the end of the day. Xiao Fei sat at his desk, picked up the crumpled schoolbag, then lowered the mouth of the schoolbag and poured out everything in the bag—equally crumpled textbooks and workbooks, some ballpoint pens, pens, pencils, and a book that looked relatively clean.

Xiao Fei took the relatively clean book to himself, opened it from the first page, and while turning the page with his hand, he kept whispering: "The lines here can be thinner." "The shadows here should be a little heavier." Every page in the book is Xiao Fei's painting, with pedestrians on the road, the neighbor's little sister who smiles warmly, curry beef cooked in three flats, and traffic lights......

"When will you be able to draw Fushan...... Xiao Fei muttered, turning to a blank page, picking up a pencil on the table and starting to draft.

He didn't know what he was going to draw, but the hand holding the pencil was already moving, and he didn't want to stop. But I still miss Fukuyama in the distance.

Fukuyama is just west of the city where they live, and it takes 45 minutes to take the subway, then transfer to bus No. 17 to Fukuyama Town, about half an hour, sit at the last stop, and then walk for about 5 minutes to the ticket office in Fukuyama Park. If you buy a ticket, you can get in. Fukuyama, right inside.

Fukuyama is an iconic attraction in the city, and Xiao Fei has seen descriptions and pictures of Fukuyama on TV, magazines and newspapers. Although he vaguely knew what Fukuyama looked like, Xiao Fei couldn't draw anything that he hadn't seen with his own eyes. In fact, Fukuyama is no different from ordinary mountains, and Fukuyama is not even in the top 10 in the ranking of all mountain heights nationwide. But the history of Fukuyama is intriguing, and legend has it that an emperor practiced at a temple in Fukuyama. This legend has been passed down to this day, and various versions of it have been spawned. It is said that the emperor had an epiphany after practicing, so he shaved his ordination in the temple and threw away the rivers and beauties like the three thousand green silks; It is said that in the process of cultivation, the emperor suddenly realized that he had committed many heinous sins in the past, and after deep introspection, he returned to the palace and began to work hard to govern the country in a decent way; Some people even say that the emperor is actually the mountain god of Fukuyama, and in the process of cultivation, he has a certain resonance with Fukuyama, and since then he has lived incognito in Fukuyama and lived a quiet life that no one knows...... These legends, true or false, have been added to the mystery of Fukuyama, so that the temple, even with Fukuyama, is famous.

But Xiao Fei wanted to go to Fushan, not because of these legends. To be honest, he didn't believe a word about these legends. He just wanted to try, stand on a high spot and see what the city looked like.

It's been more than three years since she came to the city, and Sanpei swore to take him with her at first, and as soon as she finished speaking, she was busy with her violin recitals—rehearsals, rehearsals, rehearsals, and then touring, touring, touring...... After three years, Sanping and Xiao Fei didn't even get on the subway to Fushan Town.

Why not go yourself? Sanpei is often away from home, and he is also fifteen years old, so on weekends, he can go as he goes.

I just don't know why, but the thought of going to Fukuyama by myself makes my heart beat faster, and my legs tremble a little.

Xiao Fei felt ashamed of this physical reaction. He irritated himself and increased the strength of the pencil in his hand.

Sanping's cautious voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Fei, have you slept?" You haven't showered yet, have you? ”

Xiao Fei raised his head from his thoughts, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and replied in a happy tone: "Okay, I'll go." Then he looked at tonight's work - well, the little black cat in the school cafeteria, now lying in his notebook, yawning lazily. It's not bad—Xiao Fei thought to himself, took the textbook casually, covered the picture book, and turned around and walked out of the room.

Sanping stood outside Xiao Fei's door, holding a cup of freshly brewed hot milk in his hand. Xiao Fei came out of the room, looked at the hot milk in Sanping's hand, reached out and took the milk, turned around and went back to the room, put the milk on the desk, then closed the door, and said to Sanping, who was a little embarrassed: "I'll drink the milk after I take a bath." I'm going to take a shower first, are you going to rest? There's a show tomorrow, right? Good night, then. Xiao Fei deliberately lengthened his tone.

When Xiao Fei walked into the bathroom, Sanping stopped Xiao Fei: "I'm going to leave early tomorrow morning, so you ...... breakfast" "Ah, I'll solve it myself." The show went well. Xiao Fei responded, snapped, and closed the bathroom door.

His heartbeat accelerated again, his legs began to tremble unconsciously, and a slight sweat oozed from his forehead, Xiao Fei felt that this bathroom was too stuffy, it must be the reason why Sanping had just finished taking a shower and the water vapor was still there.

He turned on the switch of the cold water, and the biting cold water instantly came out of the shower's unkempt, and he stood under the shower, and the pores on his body were tightly closed under the stimulation of the cold water. The closed pores brought a large numbness sensation from the surface of the skin into his internal organs, and he raised his head and looked at the cold water rushing in front of him, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.

"It's cold."

In the depths of winter mornings, it always dawns late. When Xiao Fei woke up from his sleep, it was 6:04 in the morning, and when he looked out, everything outside the window was still shrouded in a thick black, which pressed Xiao Fei's heart and made him feel difficult to breathe.

He rolled over and withdrew his gaze from the window. There was a slight noise in the living room, followed by a soft, key-colliding sound - you could hear how careful Sanping was in the living room, and even took the keys lightly.

Xiao Fei quietly listened to the movement in the living room, and when the door was closed and there was a soft "click" sound, Xiao Fei could even imagine Sanping feeling relieved outside the door.

He sat up from the bed and found that his body was very heavy today, as if he could easily fall back into the bed if he was not careful.

Holding on to his lead-infused body, he slowly moved to his desk, picked up his pencil, and opened the coloring book.

The room was quiet, as was the quiet world outside the window. The sky has not yet dawned, and everything in the outside world is still quiet. But in the world in front of Xiao Fei, because of the crisp and crisp "brush" sound made by the friction between the pencil and the white paper in his hand, it slowly began to become lively.

Xiao Fei was wearing a thin single coat, and in the deep winter air, the aggressive cold kept hitting him. When he finally realized that the cold, pencil hand began to tremble violently, a black dog that looked at him melancholy was already on the page. He quickly threw down his pencil and ran to the closet, found a thick coat, and put it on with a shudder. But the two legs were still fighting, and he found another pair of cotton pants and put them on haphazardly. Looking up at the alarm clock, it was already half past seven, and the scarlet morning light, I don't know when, quietly climbed up the wall in the room. Xiao Fei swept all the things on the table into his schoolbag and rushed out of the room.

On the table was the bread that Sanpei had bought at the bakery the day before, and a glass of milk that had already formed a layer of crust on the surface. Xiao Fei walked to the dining table, picked up the hard bread and put it in his mouth. There was a piece of paper on the table, and when he picked it up, it was Sanping's handwriting - "The bread is going to be hot before eating, and so is the milk." The food expenses for the past few days are placed on the cabinet in the entrance, and you remember to take it when you go out. Come back early from school. He put down the paper, picked up the milk, and drank it in one gulp.

The face is a little hot, and the eyes are a little astringent. After Xiao Fei washed and put away the bread saucer and the cup of milk, he walked through the entrance, grabbed the wallet on the cabinet and put it in his pants pocket, opened the door, and went out.