The morning sun rises and the gentle breeze shines down, bringing vitality and vitality to the refreshing autumn.

The class bell of "Jingle Bell" rang, and Mu Danchen stepped onto the podium with a neat stack of A3 papers:

"Good morning, students."

"Good morning, teacher."

A big smile crossed his face:

"I read the sketches you handed in last night, and everyone's basic skills are very solid, and the collective painting level is very good. I've picked out a few of the better ones and will show them to you for comment. ”

As he spoke, his deep eyes tried to find that cold and elegant figure in the spacious classroom. However, he was disappointed, and the immature and youthful faces did not have the beautiful eyes that made him dream.

Could it be that Loy is not that girl?

Clearing his throat, he asked:

"Excuse me, which one is Luo Yi?"

As soon as the words fell, a baby-faced man with a cute look raised his hand.

Loy is her!?

She looks so cute, how can she draw such a cold and melancholy picture!?

Mu Danchen quickly lowered his eyelashes to hide the disappointment in his eyes, and when he raised them again, he had returned to his usual warmth:

"You're Roy?"

The cute baby face put down the raised hand and stood up, and her voice was soft and sweet:

"Teacher Mu, I'm not Luo Yi, I'm her good friend and roommate Yan Yanmei. She had asked the acting tutor for three days off yesterday for an urgent matter, and it is estimated that she will not be back until three days later. ”

Mu Danchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

OK.

In his subconscious, Luo Yi is the girl who made him fall in love at first sight, and the girl who made him fall in love at first sight is Luo Yi.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel sorry for not being able to see Luo Yi, so that he was truly sure that Luo Yi was the girl.

Nodding at the soft and cute girl, he hooked his thin lips with well-defined lines:

"Okay, this classmate Yan Yanmei, please take a seat. Now let's take a look at the sketches of a few other students, and the drawings are quite good. ”

He used black and white magnet buttons to hang several paintings on the table one after another on the whiteboard, leaving only the "lingering".

Because he suddenly changed his mind, he did not want to show it to everyone, except for its owner, he only wanted to be the only one who had seen the painting.

When he hung up the last painting, he glanced nostalgically at the delicate and delicate figure in the "Lingering", and the love in his eyes floated, and he was deeply in love.

Turning around, a bright smile instantly broke out on his handsome face.

Walking to the first painting on the left, he stretched out his long, bony fingers, showing the beauty and inadequacy of the painting one by one.

When each painting was commented on, interspersed with some theoretical knowledge, the time of the class was quickly over.

The bell rang loudly, and after the students said goodbye to Teacher Mu, they left the classroom with their schoolbags and rolled drawing paper.

In the empty classroom, only the tall Mu Danchen was left standing in front of the desk, he picked up the only "swirling" left on the table, and stared intently at this animation sketch that made him look at things and think about people.

Although he had never seen the owner of the painting, he knew that his heart was throbbing.

The full fingertips gently stroked Yanya Wanting under the tree.

After a long time, he carefully rolled up the drawing paper before leaving the classroom.

He decided that he wanted this "lingering".

Descending the stairs, he went straight to the parking lot, took out the key and pressed the unlock button, opened the car door and put on his dark purple Mini, and started the car and slowly drove out of the school gate.

This Mini was his mother's original means of transportation, which was originally an eye-catching bright red, but since he came back, he has replaced it with a dark purple. Under the sun's rays, the seemingly ink-colored vehicle will faintly glow with a noble purple, which is what he likes.

The dark purple car turned from the intersection into the second-line street, stopped in front of an antique calligraphy and painting shop, and the quaint wooden plaque on the door was inscribed ---Hanyuan Zhai."

It's been a long time since he's set foot here, and his youthful years have left a lot of traces here.

Got out of the car, looked up at the three vigorous and powerful ink-black regular scripts on the wooden plaque, his lips showed a nostalgic smile, and after a moment, he took a long step and walked towards the carved ancient gate.

Standing at the door with a light woody scent, the elegant decoration of the store is clear at a glance, and it is the same as before.

There are several large and small calligraphy and paintings of famous teachers hanging on the elegant wall, which is elegant and graceful, and the ancient charm is pleasant.

In addition to appreciating it, let the impetuous heart slowly settle down, and carefully appreciate the beauty of the rendering of the lines, the beauty of rigorous proportions, and the dignified beauty of Kaili, such as flowing water, like flying clouds, like falling stones sinking into the river, and like breathing water.

Looking down, on the right side of the door, in front of a three-meter-long Lingya green sandalwood table, there stood a middle-aged uncle wearing a gray-blue flowing robe, with slightly gray hair, who was lowering his head and seriously holding the flat ink characters on the table.

The power through the back of the paper, the flowing water, are not enough to describe the beauty of the word, it seems, it is another masterpiece of everyone.

Looking at this familiar figure, Mu Danchen smiled and whispered:

"Ye Bo."

When the middle-aged uncle heard this familiar call that he hadn't heard for a long time, he immediately looked up at the person who came, and then showed a look of surprise, and smiled with kindness and joy on his face:

"Oh Mu boy, are you back? Come in, come in, come in. ”

Without waiting for Mu Danchen to approach, he couldn't wait to step forward, and his thick palm patted Mu Danchen's broad shoulder:

"I've grown taller again, and now I'm a lot taller than Ye Bolai, and when I saw you last time, I could still reach your forehead."

As he spoke, he took Mu Danchen to sit down in front of the golden silk emerging, elegant and fragrant golden silk nan tea tray.

"Yes, Ye Bo, I haven't seen you for several years, are you okay? Business in the store is not bad, right? ”

"It's okay, it's okay."

"That's good."

Ye Bo laughed happily when he heard this, and after scalding the porcelain color cup on the tea tray with a mahogany tea tong, he poured the tea soup over the surface of the delicate purple clay pot, and finally poured the freshly brewed Qingding Tianmu into the porcelain color cup.

In the small-caliber porcelain cup with light and elegant porcelain color, the fragrant and mellow tea fragrance enters the nose, and the source is far and elegant.

At the bottom of the pale cyan porcelain cup, a lively little koi fish seems to swim leisurely under the ripples of clear and clear water, clear rhyme and funny.

Mu Danchen picked up the porcelain color cup, leaned in front of the tip of his tall nose and sniffed, with a smile on his eyebrows:

"It's still the same taste, Ye Bo, your skill in making tea is really good. Over the years, I have also traveled a lot of places, and few people can brew your mellow and elegant tea fragrance. ”

As soon as the words fell, he handed over the exquisite bag that was placed at his side:

"Ye Bo, this is an old farmer I met in a remote town, he has been frying the hair tips by himself for decades, I think the taste is not ordinary, you can try it."

"Good, good."

Ye Bo has loved three things all his life: words, paintings, and tea. In today's leisure life, he deals with them every day, and his life can be regarded as complete.

Ye Bomei took the bag with a smile and placed it on the tea cabinet.

The two chatted and laughed and drank two cups of tea, and Mu Danchen asked about his hair:

"Ye Bo, isn't Rui Yan here? I contacted him two months ago, and he said he was going to J City, and he hasn't come back yet? ”

"yes, I guess he won't be back that soon."

Ye Bo raised his hand and touched the back of his head, sighing with helplessness.

Mu Danchen raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"What's wrong?"

"Not for that girl."

With his hands spread, Ye Bo made a helpless appearance.

Mu Danchen couldn't help but chuckle:

"Uncle Ye, he inherited from you, and he is wholeheartedly good to his aunt like you."

"As long as you kid can talk, haha. For a lifetime, it is understandable to pursue what you want, but you have to be happy with each other to stay together for a lifetime, I hope he has this blessing. ”