Zhang Lan pushed away the shirt boy and ran towards the hotel shyly. The shyness in my heart is indescribable, I didn't expect the shirt boy to be so direct, it's strange that I don't have disgusted feelings, both expectations, and the inherent reserve of women, Zhang Lan firmly told herself, I'm not a casual person, I don't want to fill the gap in feelings, but I want to find a man who can keep going, the first time we met, it was inevitable that some...

"I'm sorry, I can't help it, how are we together" the shirt boy messaged. Zhang Lan didn't reply, and called Wang Xiaoyan, and the two laughed for a while. Of course, there was no mention of the shirt boy, Wang Xiaoyan just asked, when will he come back, have you met a handsome guy, pay attention to safety, etc., Wang Xiaoyan seemed a little in a hurry, Wang Xiaoyan's panting voice came from the phone on the other end, Zhang Lan was a little surprised, and hung up the phone.

When I was bored, I went to the city, went to the central square of the city, found a bench to sit down, looked at the bustling crowd, and inexplicably felt a sense of loneliness. Bored scrolling through Tik Tok and watching other people's joy.

Not far away, there was a crowd of people, I don't know why, where a group of people were around, only the music played was very special, the lyrics sang:

Leave the shadow of the dream

Knew it from the beginning

You are long overdue

I'll redefine you

Survive this summer

Neon surprises

Everything will go as it should

Rain is left、And you

Listen together

The world doesn't care

Although those are real memories

Rope-like haunting

One way or another

will accompany you on the way

Savoring the lyrics, I feel like I'm saying that after this summer, everything will go well, but I haven't passed that summer, and everything has disappeared. Then he got up and walked slowly over there.

Looking inside along a slit, it turned out to be a man painting, light blue shirt, because it was on the side, Zhang Lan couldn't see his face clearly, and when he turned his head to talk to the person who was sitting, he saw it clearly, his hair was very smooth, and it was a little long, and he was about to cover his eyes, at first glance, it looked a bit like Wang Guangliang, which made Zhang Lan a little surprised, Wang Guangliang's "Fairy Tale" used to be his own single loop, and then he took out his camera and took a photo.

Sitting in front of the drawing board was a woman of a certain age, about fifty or sixty years old, holding a fan in her hand, and pointing with the fan from time to time, and the boy kept smiling and trying to draw, how could this woman be like this? Some people in the crowd said that people paint portraits, and you let Maitreya Buddha talk; Some people also say that people let the guests look at it, which is a sign of respect for the guests, this kid wants to travel around the world and earn some travel expenses, you really don't need money.

Zhang Lan also understood a rough idea, this Guangliang boy wants to travel around the world and sell paintings here to raise money for the journey, this boy is still more affectionate, let the guests bid, this aunt wants to take advantage of it and does not give money. The onlookers pointed at the aunt, but the aunt didn't care. Suddenly, Zhang Lan's playfulness was uplifted, and she wanted to see how the Guangliang boy responded.

After a while, the painting was finished, and a pair of Maitreya Buddha jumped on the paper, with the inscription "Love your neighbor as yourself", the font was elegant, and she deserved to be a literary youth.

Auntie picked up the painting, raised her legs and left, there are people in the crowd who speak up, why don't you give money? The aunt replied arrogantly, didn't this young man say, let me look at it, I feel that his paintings are worthless. After saying that, he disappeared into the night sky.

"Young man, when will you be able to save enough money for the journey," he said and handed the Guangliang boy 200 yuan.

The Guangliang boy raised his head and saw a middle-aged man, with a small flat head, very energetic. said slowly, don't go through people's difficulties, don't persuade people to be kind, let her go! Everyone secretly praised in their hearts: "It is really extraordinary to have such a bearing at such a young age."

"Young man, my daughter is preparing for the art exam, you help tutor and tutor, 500 yuan per class, how about it?" Then he said, "This is much better than selling paintings on the street, and it also earns a lot, if you tutor well, I will give you free publicity in the community." ”

"Uncle, thank you for your kindness, I'll leave the city in a few days"

"You run everywhere, how can you fix it in a city, and it is good to be stable"

The boy smiled without answering, and began to pack up his painting tools, at which time the onlookers gradually dispersed, and only two or three people were left, still admiring the boy's paintings.

The Guangliang boy saw that Zhang Lan didn't leave, and said: Hello, do you want to paint?

Zhang Lan was distracted, and it seemed a little unnatural to be asked by the Guangliang boy, oh, you can paint me a portrait! Zhang Lan herself is doing graphic design in an advertising company, sketching and sketching are basic skills, and she has a comparison with this bright boy in her heart, but the way the boy in front of her behaves is somewhat novel, which arouses his curiosity.

Zhang Lan naturally sat in front of the Guangliang boy, smiling. The boy began to measure with a pen, determined the basic proportions, determined the basic position on the sketch paper, and drew carefully. In fact, when the boy Guangliang was painting the previous person, he had already noticed this girl, with a white pleated skirt, who looked good, and was very engaged in it, and his intuition told him that this was also a person who knew how to paint.

"The girl is also a person who knows how to draw, why did she ask me to paint?"

"You are very special, your way of acting is very interesting, traveling around the world is just a pretense, you actually want to be a wanderer, appreciate the scenery of the eight directions, and taste the flavor of life" Zhang Lan felt that the bright boy in front of him should be a more literate person, so he spoke in a crepe, and he also had the mind of throwing stones to ask for directions.

The Guangliang boy stopped the pen in his hand slightly, and there was a warmth in his heart, and it was terrible to be seen through his mind by a girl he didn't know. This feeling was only felt many years ago when I was with another girl (replaced by L later), L asked the Guangliang boy to buy flowers, and when he walked on the road, he was wondering, would L tear off the flowers one by one, put them in the palm of his hand, blow them out, and let the flowers float away with the wind, a bit of a feeling of Daiyu burying flowers. L got the flowers, and the result was like this, the Guangliang boy looked at it silently, and when he couldn't help it, he said, why do you tear off the flowers one by one, L smiled and said lightly, I knew you would say that, I learned Daiyu to bury flowers. The boy suddenly felt a feeling of being seen through. There is a similar feeling today.

"Hey, why are you stunned, hurry up and draw," Zhang Lan said proudly.

The Guangliang boy reacted and said, I'm sorry, I'm distracted!

"The girl is so powerful, she can tell my heart for many years, yes, traveling around the world is just an excuse, but the real idea is to wander, the world as home, to explain his paintings. Everyone has a knot in their hearts, destined to be unable to open in their lifetime, some people will sink, always spinning in this whirlpool, some will forget it in a flash, and some people can find a way to let go. ”

Hearing these Zhang Lan woke up like a dream, yes, he just couldn't let go of the relationship with Qin Zhiyuan, so he was entangled like this, carefully remembering everyone who flowed around him, there were those who he admired, those who missed him, and those who were heartbeat, and at every critical moment, he accepted the newcomer, and there was an inexplicable sense of guilt, he had long since lost contact with each other, he had long since disappeared, and he always imposed a definition on himself in his heart, this relationship was not over.

"I saw your painting, the painting is really good, the artistic conception is lofty and profound, the brushwork is so delicate that I am willing to bow down", Zhang Lan deliberately diverted the topic, not wanting the Guangliang boy to see through himself.

"People are of the same mind, their hearts are the same, and everything in the world is always the same. It's not that you can't let go, it's just that it's hard to replace. Why do you want to replace, build a luxurious garden in your heart, let him live in it, only belong to himself, that is the beauty of the past, only to commemorate" Guangliang boy ignored Zhang Lan and said this directly.

"Thank you, what's your name, let's add a WeChat"

"I don't have a name, if you want, just call me 'domain', WeChat doesn't have to, I'll go to other cities in a few days."

"Your beauty needs to be shared."

"I need a person to be wonderful."

At this time, the painting was also completed, and the Guangliang boy wrote "Heart-to-heart people, emotional confidants, domains"

Zhang Lan holds the painting, like a photo, with beautiful lines, perfectly presenting herself, by which she is this note, and she is very special to the Guangliang boy, this boy has deep eyes, clear heart, as if he can see through it at a glance, and at the same time can see through others, because it is clear and bright, so it is more unpredictable, maybe this is another self sent by God to guide him, at this time, Zhang Lan has a trace of reluctance in his heart, this kind of relationship is not about the love of men and women, if the Guangliang boy can accompany himself in the market, There is an extra lighthouse in your life, which always illuminates yourself and guides you forward.

Zhang Lan paced back, there was a naughty little boy playing football on the side of the road, a small square, running back and forth, a boy wearing a yellow jersey with the number "15" printed on his chest, kicked the football to Zhang Lan, seeing that it was about to hit his face, Zhang Lan was so frightened that his face was discolored, suddenly a big hand appeared in front of him, firmly controlling the ball, the boy's mother quickly ran over to apologize, the boy was so frightened that he hid behind his mother, this person squatted down, handed the ball to the boy with both hands, and said softly, young man, Chinese football depends on you, come on! But you can't kick the ball at people, you know? The boy bit his finger and gave a hard "um".

The boy's mother said if she wanted to go to the hospital, and this person said, "It's just that I'm scared, it's fine" and turned to Zhang Lan and said, "What do you think?" Zhang Lan replied with a smile: "You have made the decision for me." The boy's mother hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, you two are really a good match, I wish you a lover to eventually become a family and grow old." Zhang Lanjiao denied it, and the shirt boy naturally took Zhang Lan's hand and said, "Daughter-in-law, let's go home." ”

Zhang Lan said a little unhappily: "Don't talk nonsense, who is your daughter-in-law", a punch hit the shirt boy's arm, the shirt boy pretended to be very painful and said, murder Qinfula, murder Qinfula! The boy's mother laughed and said to the boy, "Hurry up and thank you, brother and sister, let's go home." The shirt boy said, "We will have such a lovely child in the future." Zhang Lan was anxious: "You talk nonsense again, see if I don't tear your mouth", chasing and frolicking for a while, the shirt boy took Zhang Lan's hand and said, "Let's go home."

Zhang Lan didn't mean to refuse, and followed the shirt boy all the way to the hotel, talking and laughing. . .