The weather was clear, the air was fresh, and the climate was pleasant, and it was a really good day, or rather a good date.

After breakfast, Xu Tingsheng took Fang Zhiqi through the streets and alleys and came to the former camphor tree.

The tree was still so tall, but the branches were thick, and the branches stretched out in all directions, and the dense foliage was shiny green.

Everything is as it is remembered, but not like it.

The surrounding residential houses are like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes, quiet and peaceful, fading away from the smell of youth, leaving the taste of time.

In the past, there were lively children under the trees, uncles playing chess, and aunts twisting Yangge. And there are always a few uncles selling snacks around, pushing the cart and shouting at the same time. Among them, there is an uncle who sells rock sugar gourds, who is about 50 years old, with gray hair, kind eyebrows, and a lovely smile.

While singing the familiar "Rock Sugar Gourd" in that rough voice, he pushed a "28" permanent brand bicycle, and on the back seat stood a straw target, which was filled with crystal clear red fruit sticks.

The children like the red fruit stick, sweet but not greasy, sour and not bitter, and also like the uncle's unrestrained singing, every time the song that is familiar all over the country sounds, the children also sing happily. Lang Lang's singing and silver bell-like laughter echoed for a long time under the camphor tree.

Xu Tingsheng raised his head slightly, quietly looking at the lush trees, the happiest symphony in the world seemed to be still echoing in his ears at this moment, as if everything that happened was just yesterday.

Time flies, things have changed, and the excitement of the past is now bleak.

There was no one under the tree, there was no sound of children playing, no shouting of selling snacks, and no uncle singing and selling rock sugar gourds, there was only this ancient camphor tree, an ancient residential house.

"Is this the place you are talking about?"

The sudden voice in his ears suddenly pulled back Xu Tingsheng's distant thoughts, retracted his thoughts, settled down, and looked at the beloved girl in front of him, with indescribable frustration in his heart. It seems that the only one who will always remember this place is himself.

"It's where we both come most often. You like to sit here and paint, and you say you want to paint people's happiness into your paintings; You say that this is the warmest and happiest place in the world. ”

Fang Zhiqi looked around at the empty surroundings, the ground was spotless, not far away, the sun sprinkled all over the earth, illuminating the ancient residential houses more vicissitudes and aging.

In her opinion, there is still happiness, warmth and joy in such a bleak scene.

Fang Zhiqi shook his head, disagreeing with Xu Tingsheng's words.

Xu Tingsheng couldn't help but sigh, it seemed that there was still a long way to go if she wanted to get her memories back. Now I can only take it step by step.

Shaking off the pessimistic thoughts that popped up in his mind from time to time, Xu Tingshengjing set up the easel he brought, took out a paintbrush and handed it to Fang Zhiqi, saying:

"I won't mention the past for the time being. Kiki, it's been a long time since I've seen you draw. Come! ”

Fang Zhiqi smiled, "Okay, then I'll try, I hope I haven't forgotten!" ”

After speaking, he took the pencil and skillfully walked on the white paper, raising his arms and hands up and down, as if the temperature of his fingertips and the white paper were integrated.

Gradually, there was a frame on the drawing paper.

Suddenly, Fang Zhiqi's head throbbed, as if someone was beating him hard in the head with a leather whip. With the whipping one after another, some fragments of fragments appeared in my mind like waves.

Fang Zhiqi stopped his pen and held his head with both hands, fine sweat broke out on his smooth forehead, and his small face was as white as snow.

Xu Tingsheng was startled, pressing Fang Zhiqi's shoulder nervously at a loss, "Qiqi, what's wrong with you?" ”

Fang Zhiqi bit his lip tightly and hugged his head hard, wanting to relieve his splitting headache.

At this time, the picture in my mind is sometimes clear, sometimes blurry. But when she wanted to catch it, the picture suddenly flashed like lightning.

Strangely, as the images disappeared, the head slowly stopped hurting, and the brain returned to normal, as if those images had never come before.

Fang Zhiqi's appearance fell in Xu Tingsheng's eyes, which reminded him of the symptoms in the book that amnesiac people wake up their memories, and a sense of nervousness and excitement instantly rose in the bottom of his heart.

"Did you remember something?"

His eyes were like black jewels, staring at her expectantly.

"There were some flashes, but now they don't." Fang Zhiqi shook his head, looking confused.

The sparkle in his pupils dimmed instantly, and his heart fell to the bottom again. Xu Tingsheng took a deep breath, patted Fang Zhiqi's shoulder, and said softly:

"It's okay, take your time, you'll remember someday."

These words were to comfort Fang Zhiqi, but they seemed to comfort himself. He was thinking that since there was a flash, it meant that her memory could be awakened, much better than if she had not reacted before.

Thinking of this, the heart that had fallen to the bottom began to rise again, and the light in his pupils began to light up again, as if he saw the dawn of hope blooming in the sky.

Fang Zhiqi nodded and said gratefully, "Thank you, win!" ”

After speaking, she picked up the pen and continued to paint, her expression was focused, completely forgetting the discomfort just now, pursing her lips, her eyebrows and eyes were full of seriousness, as if at this moment, everything about her was on this drawing board.

From light to deep, delicately delineated, and then the fine shadows are gradually covered. Gradually, a still life sketch came alive to occupy the paper.

"Wow! Well drawn! Xu Tingsheng couldn't help but admire.

Hearing this, Fang Zhiqi smiled.

Her smiling face was as pure as a baby, and like a ray of sunlight peeking out of a dark cloud, shining straight into his heart.

Xu Tingsheng looked at the smiling girl in front of him stupidly. If time could freeze in these sweet smiles, he would do everything he could to get them.

Fang Zhiqi stared at the painting in front of him, and was very satisfied with his masterpiece. She turned a deaf ear to Xu Tingsheng's hot love.

Because her interest was all in painting, she changed to new drawing paper and began to concentrate on the scene in front of her again.

After all, people like to do what they like, even if she forgets everything in the past, she can never forget painting. This kind of love engraved in the bones, no matter how many years have passed, no matter what changes, it is still there.

The sun was rising, but no matter how high the sun rose and how hot the white light it scattered, half of the city's gentleness was hidden in the shadow of the camphor trees.

Xu Tingsheng quietly looked at the girl who was painting seriously, there were no vehicles, no chaotic crowds, no hustle and bustle of the city, there was him and her, he was very greedy to enjoy the quiet world of only two people.

In addition to the fragrance of leaves, the air is only mixed with each other's body fragrance, how good and wonderful this feeling!

Happiness, however, is often short-lived, so short that it is interrupted before it has time to reminisce.

The crisp ringtone cut through the silence, Fang Zhiqi stopped his pen and took out his mobile phone.

It's the phone number of the old seven!

"Hey, big brother!"

"I'm back, where are you?" Lao Qi asked with deep longing.

"You're back! Great, I'll be back soon! Fang Zhiqi looked excited.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhiqi couldn't wait to go home, and while packing up his tools, he said to Xu Tingsheng: "Big brother is back, I'm going back!" ”

Xu Tingsheng's heart was sour, what was stolen was stolen, and it would never last long. In the past few days, he has lived happily but nervously, for fear that parting will come.

His worries were right after all, the stolen happiness was just a bubble after all, and the bubble burst as soon as Lao Qi came back.

She doesn't belong to herself after all, and she will eventually return to other men.

"I'll send you back!"

Xu Tingsheng held back the sourness in his heart, stretched out his hand, took Fang Zhiqi's hand, and raised his eyes reluctantly, his eyes were full of restraint.