Xuan Xuan walked behind Teacher Ou and carefully studied his drawing board, she wondered what kind of work could make Teacher so fascinated.

The teacher drew a woman with half-length broken hair that looked innocent and lovely. In the painting, her stretched body dances like a light petrel.

"Is it pretty?"

I don't know when, Mr. Ou has found out, uninvited us.

Seeing that she was discovered by the teacher, Xuan Xuan was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry teacher, you haven't come to my house for a long time, so I came to see you today, and the door was not closed, so I came in by myself." ”

"It's okay, there's a drink in the fridge, take care of your little friend for me, I'll be done soon."

Teacher Ou is unexpectedly approachable, which reminds me of Teacher Pang Shan at school, who is also so willing to be approachable, with such a teacher, and the way of learning I like, to be honest, I am a little envious of Xuan Xuan.

Seeing that the teacher didn't say anything, Xuan Xuan brought a drink, handed it to me, and then went to see Teacher Ou's creation.

When I had nothing to do, I began to look around. The rooms here are extremely simple, with exceptionally flat cement walls and minimalist European furniture. It seems that Mr. Ou is not a person who pays attention to the details of life. Perhaps only such a person can devote himself to creation.

While I was wandering around, Xuan Xuan also learned more about the reason for his creation from the communication with his teacher.

Teacher Ou is a Scorpio man.

Physiognomy says that Scorpio men are steady, stubborn, and fiery inside, and although they seem so strong and fearless, they are actually the ones who are most afraid of losing.

In fact, Mr. Ou has been painting for more than ten years. In addition to his love for art, there is another reason - he is afraid that once he is idle, loneliness will fill his heart.

It all started when Mr. Ou was in his twenties. At that time, there was a person by his side who made his life extremely bright, and because of her existence, Mr. Ou published many works, and he was lively and enthusiastic at that time. It's all because of her, because he loves her.

However, even with a certain amount of influence, he was eventually mocked by fate. She was sick and very serious. And he didn't have the money to heal her, and art was always accompanied by poverty.

In the past, in addition to love, life is art. Unwilling to be vassals of the powerful, unwilling to bend over for five buckets of rice. But when she was sick, Teacher Ou couldn't do anything other than hold her hand and say she loved her.

Eventually, she left, and before she died, she smiled and said to my teacher, "Don't be sad, you're fine." Live bravely for me, live like yourself. ”

In all these years without her, Mr. Ou has been trying to paint a portrait of her. He was always drawing and revising around the clock. But I always felt that I couldn't draw her as she really was. Until the other day......

That day, Mr. Ou opened the curtains, and a burst of music came to his ears at the right time. Mr. Gao's body couldn't help but pause, the music was the tune of an old song, an old song that he was very familiar with but didn't dare to listen to for a long time - "Faith".

The first time I listened to Zhang Xinzhe's "Faith" was when I was walking with her by the river. Teacher Ou told her; Loving her is your own faith, and it is to make yourself more than just a skin soul.

To this day, Teacher Ou still remembers her smiling and red face at that time, as beautiful as the sunset. Until later days when she was away, Teacher Ou never heard this song again, but never forgot it.

Therefore, when he heard this song "Faith" again, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while. Then he realized that a new occupant had moved across the street from his house. Half-length broken hair, petite and lovely, just like her back then.

From that day on, Mr. Ou began to work in front of the window, facing her outside the window and painting her in his heart.

And the woman always seemed to have a lot of time, often at home, listening to songs, dancing, or simply hanging out at the window.

It is precisely because of the existence of this woman that Mr. Ou has found a long-lost feeling. Finally, in good condition, Ms. Ou finished painting the last portrait of her today.

"Shouldn't I thank her, even though she helped me only inadvertently."

Teacher Wang said as he looked out the window. Following his gaze, I looked over as well.

There was no one outside the window.

Maybe I just left, I thought.

"Well, let's do that another day. After all, it's not early today, and it's still a bit rude to take the liberty of visiting. ”

Mr. Ou laughed at his idea, and the joy of successfully creating made him a little uncomfortable.

"Teacher Ou, then we will go back too. I remember to have time to guide Xuan Xuan's painting. Xuan Xuan looked at the sky and it was indeed not early, so she said.

"Okay, I'll go, remember to say hello to your mom and dad for me."

After a short goodbye, Xuan Xuan and I went out the door and walked in the direction of home. If the family that Mr. Ou was talking about, I looked inside, but I didn't get anything.

"Do you have any strange feelings?" I asked Xuan Xuan.

"No, what's the strange feeling?"

Because the teacher can tutor me as soon as possible, Xuan Xuan, who was immersed in the appointment, didn't notice my doubts.

"Forget nothing, maybe it's my delusion." I didn't say anything more.

After returning home, Xuan Xuan stayed for a while and left. At my mother's urging, I washed up and lay down on the bed. But I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. The house opposite Mr. Ou and his house repeatedly flashed in his mind.

No, there must be something wrong with this. I sat up from the bed. Over this time, every time I've felt this way, something out of the ordinary has happened. I don't think this time will be an exception.

So I got dressed and went downstairs, intending to go to the warehouse and ask Xue Fei what they thought. But I never thought that as soon as I got downstairs, I bumped into my mother who had just finished washing.

"What do you want to do if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? Sleep or not? If you don't sleep, go and review your lessons. ”

In this way, I was caught by my mother and returned to my room under the ridicule of my brother.

Alas, it seems that there is no way to find Xue Fei tonight, and with this time just now, my mother will definitely take strict precautions.

Glaring at the gloating brother over there, he turned around and slammed the door shut.

"Tap, it's so late." Mom's voice came from downstairs.

"Got it." I replied helplessly.