Chapter 1060 Misty and Rainy Partition Bridge

At the dining table, after Ye Dusheng finished breakfast, he gently put down his chopsticks, raised his eyes and said to his family: "I've eaten well, you eat slowly, I'll go to school first." ”

The original owner is now a teacher at the school and has classes every day, so he needs to rush to school after eating.

Mrs. Ye swallowed the porridge in her mouth, nodded and smiled at Ye Dusheng, "Well, go ahead." ”

As soon as Mrs. Ye's words fell, Ye Yunsha hurriedly raised her arm, waved and said, "Second brother, goodbye." ”

"Hmm." Ye Dusheng nodded, and when he stood up and was about to leave, Ye Xiuzhu, who had been silent and didn't speak much, that is, the eldest brother of the Ye family, finally spoke.

"Twilight, I think it's going to rain today, remember to bring your umbrella."

"Okay." Looking back at Ye Xiuzhu's gaze, and at the same time as sighing in his heart, Ye Dusheng nodded and smiled: "Thank you, brother." ”

This family is so nice......

In this way, wearing a green shirt, taking the textbooks needed for teaching, and then taking a light blue oil-paper umbrella, Ye Dusheng pushed open the door and walked out of Ye's house.

The original owner's classes today are the first two classes in the morning, so after he finishes the class, he can just go to the place where his lover often sets up stalls and paints, the so-called 'chance encounter'.

High pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, winding green mountains are faintly visible, a slanting sunset sprinkles down from the mountain, Ye Dusheng takes a steady pace, passing by the lotus pond, hearing the melodious and tactful singing on the water surface, enjoying the beauty brought by the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Gradually, Ye Dusheng's reluctance to come to a new position slowly dissipated, and his nerves couldn't help relaxing.

At this time, a man with easel and drawing board and other painting tools on his back, many scrolls of drawing paper in his hand, wearing a light gray robe, and a lonely and indifferent expression, stopped under a bridge somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River.

Raising his eyes and glancing at the misty scenery in the early morning, Xu Qingxian found a position next to the willow tree, and slowly put down the things he was holding one by one.

After putting the sketchpad on the easel and setting up the stall, Xu Qingxian raised his eyes and glanced at the green mountains in the distance, picked up his clothes and sat under the willow tree, took out a paintbrush, his expression was indifferent as if he had no distractions, and he casually put down his pen and began to depict the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Time passed minute by minute, and no one was passing by, stopping in front of Xu Qingxian's stall, and Xu Qingxian didn't seem to care, his expression didn't change at all, and he still seriously depicted the willow stone bridge and green mountains on the paper.

Just painting, Xu Qingxian frowned, his hand moved, and stopped painting.

There are mountains, water, trees, and the white stone bridge that he walks on every day, but this painting always feels like something is missing......

After being silent for a moment, he saw someone walking over from the stone bridge, Xu Qingxian's frowning brows slowly stretched, and he quickly drew the woman who walked over.

With the scenery, what is lacking is probably people......

Lowering his head, following the figure that appeared in his mind, Xu Qingxian picked up the pen and drew it.

After only a few strokes, Xu Qingxian, who suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder, suddenly lost inspiration and stopped his movements again.

How do you draw it......

After staring at the painting for a moment, he lowered his brush with a frown, and then removed the paper.

Never mind......

As the drizzle gradually drifted up, Xu Qingxian stretched his brows and tore the unfinished painting in half, his movements were skillful, and his eyes were calm and waveless, as if this action had passed countless times.

There is no need to continue painting a ruined painting......