When I came home from school, I saw Xuan Xuan standing at the door of my house waiting from afar.

"Hey, Xuanxuan, are you in a good mood today?" I walked up to her and said hello to her.

"Of course, like you said, I can't always close myself off." Xuan Xuan shook the courtyard door and replied absentmindedly.

"Then you're going to give up on my brother?" I asked.

"No, I just feel that I am not good enough now, I want to grow better, so that Brother Mo Yan is the only one in his eyes and heart, and I will definitely do it."

Xuan Xuan's face lit up when she said this, and I knew it was a glow of confidence. It seems that the Xuan Xuan I am familiar with is back.

"Okay, I'm much more relieved to see you like this, let's go into the house, don't talk about it here."

I pulled away her hand from the courtyard door and walked inside. "By the way, my brother is in the house." I looked at her with a wicked grin.

"What can I do? I can still be afraid of him, I guess he is afraid of me, right? After saying that, Xuan Xuan ran into the house, leaving behind a string of laughter like silver bells.

Seeing her heartless appearance, I was much more relieved, so I followed him into the house.

Due to the hot weather, as soon as we entered the house, my mother brought us fruits that had already been chilled, and my brother was also in the living room to quench his thirst. When he looked up and saw Xuan Xuan walking into the house, he was obviously stunned for a moment, his face turned red, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little delicate for a while.

"Well, I went to play games with my friends." The elder brother dropped a sentence and ran into his house as if he were running away.

"Brother Mo Yan, do you have time to teach me to play games?" Xuan Xuan should have been naughty and deliberately teasing her brother.

"Huh? That, go back and talk about it, go back and talk about it. My brother was sloppy and ran away without looking back.

Looking at her brother's panicked back, Xuan Xuan looked like she had succeeded in her treacherous plan and sneered. In order not to let my mother hear it, I could only whisper and whisper, and almost held back my internal injuries.

"Alright, stop laughing. You're very cunning now. ”

Xuan Xuan pretended to look at me innocently. "Well, if you don't laugh, don't laugh."

As she spoke, she picked up the juice prepared by her mother and took a big sip in one gulp.

"Well, that's great, it's still delicious food for your mother." She squinted and leaned back, tucking herself into the wide back of the couch.

Mom's juice is really delicious. Passion fruit with maple syrup and cooked just right sago, sweet and sour, it's not too tasty.

"If you like it, come here. By the way, why do you have so much time today? I remember you used to learn to draw today. I asked.

"Teacher Ou doesn't know what's going on lately, and often doesn't come. I heard my dad say that he seems to have found a lot of inspiration recently, and he is concentrating on his creation. ”

Xuan Xuan said as she casually changed a few TV channels, but there were no programs she wanted to watch, so she simply stopped looking for them, so she should have turned on the TV and listened to it.

"Then you're happy, you don't even have to go to class. I'm jealous of you. ”

Normally, this is how we should react. Students, as long as you don't go to class, everything is good. But there are always exceptions, such as Xuan Xuan.

I saw her frowning and said with a reluctant look. "Actually, I like to learn painting, which can not only cultivate my sentiments, but also calm my mind."

I looked at her like a monster, "There are still people willing to go to class?" You're not a freak, are you? ”

"You're the freak."

Xuan Xuan grabbed a pillow and smashed it, and I threw it back unceremoniously, and the two of them had a lot of trouble on the sofa. Just as my mother entered the house, we immediately sat down again.

He looked at us, sighed, and went about his business. Xuan Xuan and I glanced at each other and quietly stuck out our tongues.

"Alas! However, I really want to learn painting with Mr. Ou! When she said this, Xuan Xuan's expression was very helpless, I think she should be serious.

"Or? Shall we go to your teacher Ou? Didn't your dad say he was concentrating on his creation? I think even if you look at his attentive attitude, it's a kind of learning, right? "I said to Xuan Xuan.

"That's right! Even if you don't hold a paintbrush, it's good to look at the artistic conception of the teacher's painting! Xuan Xuan's eyes lit up.

"Shall we go, then?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, let's go." Xuan Xuan made a decision immediately.

After saying hello to my mother, Xuan Xuan and I went out. The teacher Ou in her mouth actually lives in our community. Just relative to the location of our home. Mr. Ou is doing a lot of things, and I think it should be due to the common characteristics of people who are serious about art. Most of them are willing to live in isolation, in Xuanxuan's words, so that their beloved art is not tainted by the fireworks of the world.

Led by Xuan Xuan, we walked for more than 20 minutes and came to the edge of the community. The homes here are obviously much sparser than in the center, and some of them are not sold at all. Due to the lack of popularity, it is also very deserted.

"This is it.

Xuan Xuan stopped in front of an inconspicuous courtyard gate. There are some sunflowers scattered in the yard, and the grass is obviously not the kind of specially paved, and many wild grasses that are not called are growing at will.

"And now?" I asked Xuan Xuan because I really couldn't find a doorbell or anything like that. Then there are only two options, either shout at the host to remind us to visit, or simply push the door to enter.

"Let's go in directly, Teacher Ou won't care." Xuan Xuan obviously understood the teacher's temperament very well and chose the most straightforward way. I couldn't help but secretly say in my heart, sure enough, people who engage in art are so informal.

What surprised me even more was that not only was the courtyard door hidden, but even the door was not locked. Xuan Xuan guessed my mind and explained it to me.

"Once Mr. Ou starts to paint, he is in a state of not being crazy and not living, and at this moment he doesn't care about anything else except painting, that's why he is like this now." After thinking about it, Xuan Xuan added again. "But except for the time of creation, Mr. Ou is still very normal."

I smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, I have no prejudice against such people, on the contrary, I like their purity. Because only purity can stick to one's heart. My dad taught me this when I was very young.

In the living room, a man in his thirties was standing in front of the window, swaying so earnestly on the drawing board that he didn't even notice when we entered the room.

If you look at the appearance, this man does not have the wild and uninhibited appearance I imagined, there is no long hair, no raunchy, and the clothes are also an ordinary plaid shirt that can no longer be ordinary. The whole looks like a humble gentleman, gentle as jade. It's just that you can still feel a rare temperament in him, that is, positive! That's right, it's just pure positive, without a trace of distractions.

"Your teacher is really nice. No wonder you love painting so much. In order not to disturb this dedicated person, I whispered in Xuan Xuan's ear.

After listening to my words, Xuan Xuan nodded at me, her eyes full of pride.