Lin Jun took a sip of beer, pinched an unlit cigarette in his hand, and trembled slightly, as if he wanted to grope for a precious object.

"On the last weekend of the summer vacation that year, we went to the countryside to sketch as usual, still chatting as usual, and she listened to me tell me some interesting things about school, with a demure smile on her face, and she talked a lot less than before. We were riding bicycles side by side on the boulevard, and when I turned to look at her, I suddenly remembered the feeling I had in the playground for a moment: a light figure, a white dress dancing in the wind, I don't know why I thought of this, but now there is only a crisp chime. Although she spoke a lot, she couldn't see any melancholy expression, and as she passed by a rice field, she suddenly stopped and said to me, 'Let's sketch here, okay?' The view of this rice field is so good, why don't you spend a little more time painting it? I replied: 'Yes, here it is!' But I always felt a little strange in my heart, because we were going to go to the Summer Palace. Judging by the distance, it won't be long before you reach your destination. Of course, I didn't say it, but leaned my bike under a tree on the side of the road, set up an easel, and she helped me prepare my paintbrushes, paint boxes, palettes, small water cylinders, drawing boards, and painting clips, and then quietly watched me draw line drawings, sketch outlines, color, and so on. It was a large rice field that stretched far as far as the eye could see, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. The clear sun shone on her face and body. It was as if a gentle halo radiated around her. When the early autumn breeze blew, her hair fluttered around her eyelashes, and the hair on the right side was still tucked behind her ears. She stared at me intently. She would give me a smile when we met eye gaze. I drew while looking at the undulating rice paddies and listening to the rustle of the canopy as the autumn wind slid through the trees. Today she didn't draw cartoons, just looked at me quietly. When I told her a joke, she didn't speak, just looked at me quietly and smiled, and when the first sketch was almost finished, she suddenly asked if I like oil painting? I didn't expect her to ask this question, of course I love oil paintings, especially the idea and color of those famous works. I replied that I like oil painting very much, but I haven't started learning it yet, but it doesn't matter, when I learn oil painting in the future, I will definitely draw a portrait for her, how about it? She listened to me and nodded, her eyes full of strange anticipation. I can understand the strange look now, but I didn't know it at the time. I put down my paintbrush and suddenly had an idea and said how about I take her around here on my bike? She happily agreed. She seemed to be gradually returning to her usual appearance, and began to talk more. So we left the painting tools and stuff in place, and then I got on my bike and took her on the road and on the ridges. I glanced back at her occasionally, her hair fluttering in the wind. Before I knew it, she put her arms around my waist and gently pressed her face against my back, I had never expected this before, I only felt a warm current suddenly coming from my back and slowly spreading all over my body! To this day, I can still clearly feel the warm current, the warm current that cannot cause any evil thoughts, which is incredible. Sometimes we see farmers working in the fields, and they throw us surprised and simple smiles, and we smile at them, and maybe that smile is full of the joy and blessings of this autumn. How nice would it be if you could keep walking through this rice paddy field and walk through it like this? This wonderful world. That's what I thought at the time. We didn't know how many laps we had made in the rice paddies at the time, but it was as if we had reached a long way off, and it wasn't until the sun set that we returned from the paddy fields to sketch the place, and it wasn't until she got off the bike that she took her arms off my waist. I stood on the side of the bike and stared at her as she helped me pack up my drawing tools and boards, and she smiled and said no peeking when she found out! Do you have anything to say? I just smiled a little! Didn't speak. On the way home, she asked me if I would continue to sketch every weekend after the start of school, and I said that the basic skills training must be adhered to, and we still have to come out to sketch together every weekend. But she said that it would be very cold in winter, and I said that I would find a studio and continue drawing, and she nodded and said that she would come to the studio with me and continue to paint her cartoons. When we got to each of our appointments, she took a book out of her bag and gave it to me, a biography and diary of Paul Gauguin. Actually, I've always wanted to buy this book, but I haven't looked for it in the bookstore for various reasons, and she seems to be able to guess what I'm thinking! When it was time to part, she smiled as she always did and said, 'See you next weekend!' Then I got on my bike and waved back and gradually disappeared from my sight. I don't know why, but that time her back was so unforgettable to me, and I wasn't sure what it was, it was just the feeling of a moment, and I wanted to remember all the details. Lin Jun lit the cigarette in his hand, and slowly turned the wine glass with his other hand, as if adjusting the band of the radio, looking for a specific sound.