As the saying goes, "one side of the water and soil raises one side".

Many people say that the small old town is a great place for a good person. In this small town, which is not bustling or remote, several outstanding children are admitted to prestigious schools in the country every year. This is the embodiment of excellence.

The small ancient city is divided into two areas: the old and the new. The new city has been built into an urban city, with high-rise buildings everywhere and a constant stream of vehicles on the road. In the old town, a stream of water flows in a staggered manner. The bluestone paved streets are very quaint. There are always all kinds of traders shouting on the delicate little stone bridges.

The bluestone of the stone bridge is mottled, but the water under the bridge is still very clear, and there is a little poetic and picturesque feeling of "the water flows around in front of the house, and the willows are weeping behind the house". This is the embodiment of the spirit of the earth.

There are two parks in the small ancient city, one of which is called "Jiuquan Garden". There is a natural spring here. The spring water is sweet and seems to have the aroma of wine, hence the name. It is located in a new district. The original appearance of this park has also been preserved in the drastic construction of the new district.

The other garden is the "Lotus Garden" located in the old town. The lotus garden is named after a lake of lotus flowers that shade the sky. But now it's in name only. Now there are very few lotus flowers in the lotus lake, and they are sparse and not prosperous.

According to the older generation, when the lotus flowers were in full bloom here, the lotus leaves were connected together, and the lake could not be seen at all. Later, the lake became polluted.

Compared with Jiuquan Garden, the flow of people in the Lotus Garden is far behind. Although there are far more people living in the old city than in the new city, many people in the old city would rather drive to Jiuquan Garden than visit Lotus Garden.

Luo Qian originally preferred Jiuquan Garden. Before the age of eighteen, he had taken his painting tools to Jiuquan Garden countless times to sketch. But now he sells paintings every day at a stall next to the Lotus Lake in the Lotus Garden. Maybe it was because of his self-esteem, after all, the probability of him meeting acquaintances in the lotus garden was small, even if there were few people here, it would not be beneficial to his business.

At the age of eighteen, he grew up and looked like an adult, like most people who do art. He also had long hair and often wore some casual clothes. His eyes are deep, and he seems to be able to see through the many distractions of this world. But there is still a little childishness in my heart. This is not commensurate with the slightly vicissitudes of his eyes.

Today is the twenty-third day that Luo Qian came out to set up a stall, as usual, he set up an easel three meters away from the uncle who sold candy, and unfolded a large red cloth, on which was the calligraphy "sketch, twenty pieces a piece" written by himself with a brush. The word "twenty" seemed crowded because he only added a "two" in front of "ten" on the sixth day of the stall.

The winter in the north is particularly cold, and in the eyes of others, it is a very strange thing to come out at this time to set up a stall to sell paintings, especially a handsome and neat young man. Many people look at Luo Qian's eyes as if they have seen a camel with three humps.

He only sold one painting in the morning, and because it was winter, there was less foot traffic in the lotus garden. Who wants to be his model in the cold wind? Those who are willing to support his business have some compassion.

At noon, when Luo Qian was about to close the stall, he saw a girl suddenly running up from the small arched bridge in the middle of Lianhu, she was very tall and wearing a big black windbreaker. The slender figure is very eye-catching.

When she ran to the top of the arched bridge, she stopped and looked back. Then leaning against the railing, he stared at the frozen lake under the bridge. Looking at it, she cried.

Luo Qian's stall was under the bridge, not too far from the girl, but he couldn't see the girl's face clearly, and could only vaguely see her shoulders shrugged due to sobbing.

Luo Qian had an impulse to comfort this girl. But this impulse is fleeting. Because he's just a down-and-out stranger. He was also worried that his kindness would be misunderstood by the girl as wanting to take advantage of it.

But such a scene is also rare, and Luo Qian's artistic heart is most sensitive to this kind of poignant picture. He took out his paintbrush.

The girl on the bridge stretched out her hand to wipe two handfuls of tears, but she still couldn't control her emotions, so she simply squatted down to hide her face and cried bitterly.

In this kind of weather, tears would rough the skin, and she didn't feel it was worth crying for that person. But now her emotions are completely out of control. Even though it was only the first time she had met the man today, even though she had fled as fast as she could. But the man's shadow seemed to have taken root in her heart, and it couldn't be erased.

It took a while for her to calm down, and she noticed the man under the bridge who had been watching her.

"Is someone else's joke nice?" The girl got up and walked angrily under the bridge.

She was depressed and had nowhere to vent, and the rude spectator under the bridge was naturally used as a punching bag by her.

When the girl walked to the bridge, she saw the painting tools beside Luo Qian again. The anger in her heart added another layer.

"Using other people's tears as material, you are such a great artist!" As she spoke, she stood viciously in front of Luo Qian.

Luo Qian was rushed by the girl and didn't dare to look at her. The girl's gaze unceremoniously scanned Luo Qian's face several times.

That face is kind of handsome! His eyes are especially good-looking. This made the girl lose her anger in an instant. She saw Luo Qian's red hand again. The few words that were prepared when I got off the bridge, not a word was spoken.

Luo Qian's heartbeat was very strong. He didn't steal anything, but he felt like a thief. Besides, when the girl approached, he also saw the girl's face clearly, and that face gave him great pressure.

She has waist-length hair, beautiful big eyes, sexy lips, well-developed breasts, and long slender legs. Because it was oncoming, Luo Qian, the buttocks, didn't look carefully. But everything in his eyes was enough to make him, a poor boy, ashamed of himself.

Luo Qian didn't know what she would say when she came over. He tried to run away, but he couldn't. He felt that a big beautiful woman was coming to him, and if he ran away, it would be a joke......

"You draw me?"

The girl didn't actually see the front of the drawing board, but she believed that even if he misunderstood this guy, he would not sneer at him and speak ill of him. Otherwise, sorry for that face.

Luo Qian hurriedly pulled the painting down from the easel, "Give it to you." ”

His movements were done in one go, and it only took about a second, and a painting was already in front of the girl's eyes.

The girl didn't reach for it, but burst out laughing. She laughed at Luo Qian's flustered appearance. She could see the nervousness in Luo Qian's heart.

She smiled, and the atmosphere eased. Luo Qian also breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a pity that I haven't finished painting yet."

The girl's eyes glanced at the painting. At this glance, her brows locked involuntarily.

This is a sketch of a small bridge on which a girl gently holds on to a stone railing. She leaned sideways and couldn't see her face, but the proportions of the woman's body and posture in the painting were exactly the same as herself, and the most important thing was that she saw her sadness in the woman in the painting.

A hot feeling immediately appeared in her throat, and if she couldn't control it well, her eyes would be red again. The woman adjusted her emotions and said, "It's okay to draw." ”

She said plainly, but secretly admired this kid in her heart. Although she doesn't know how to draw, in such a short period of time, this person can draw to such an extent, which shows the depth of her painting skills.

Luo Qian smiled and said, "It's a pity that you came down early." ”

The girl was slightly angry, "I'm not your model, I can leave whenever I want." You secretly drew me, I was supposed to settle accounts with you. ”

Luo Qian explained: "When we draw sketches, we must have the skills of drawing passers-by, everyone has practiced it this way, I don't mean anything else." ”

The girl looked at the painting in his hand again and reached out to take it. Her fingers were white and slender, and Luo Qian was afraid of accidentally touching them, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand and inserted it into his trouser pocket.

After the girl carefully rolled up the painting, she saw Luo Qian's red face again, "You, aren't you cold?" ”

Luo Qian laughed dryly, his eyes drooped, and he said: "It's not cold, I'm idle at home, come out to sketch and practice." The moment he looked down, he saw a few glaring words, "Sketch, twenty yuan a piece", and he immediately added, "By the way, earn some pocket money."

The girl said, "You're a college student?" ”

Luo Qian felt very disgusted about what he was trying to hide just now. This time he replied briskly, "Senior year." ”

"High school junior? I'm also a senior in high school. ”

"Then you're not from the small ancient city, right?"

The reason why Luo Qian guessed like this. It's because there is only one high school in the small ancient city, and if such a beautiful woman is in his school, it will definitely be the person of the year that the boys in the whole school talk about, and it is impossible for him not to know.

"My first time here, stay for two days and leave." The girl paused and asked, "Don't you prepare for the exam in your third year of high school?" ”

She asked unintentionally, but Luo Qian's heart suddenly swelled with bitterness, "If there is a way, who doesn't want to read books and write at home?" ”

Luo Qian's faint words seemed to have exhausted the vicissitudes of life.

The girl didn't expect such a strapped student among her peers. She was glad she hadn't lost her temper with him just now. She also thought that her words might have hurt the other party's pride.

She deliberately said, "You stole this painting without my permission, so you have to give it to me for free." ”

Luo Qian smiled: "I never take money from beautiful women. ”

The girl snorted softly and said, "Then I'm welcome." ”

At this time, a few shouts came faintly from the other side of the lake, and it was a man's voice, very low.

When the girl heard the voice, she hurriedly said to Luo Qian, "Then bye-bye." ”

Luo Qian's mind didn't come up with any good words to respond for a while. Subconsciously followed and said "bye-bye".

The girl seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Luo Qian still has a few words that have come to his lips. It's just that the girl is walking too quickly, and Luo Qian's kung fu in her mind has already walked a distance. To stop her, her voice would have to be raised by a few decibels.

In hesitation, the girl went further. Luo Qian could only watch the girl's back gradually disappear from his sight......

Thinking of the faint voice coming from the other side of the lake, Luo Qian's mouth whispered to himself, "Xiaowei? "Xiao Wei?" "Xiaowei?"

Although it was very cliché, he had to admit that he wanted to say something to this girl, "We seem to have met somewhere!" ”