The oil paintings in the exhibition hall are rich in brushstrokes, bright and rich in color, and the use of light and shadow is natural.

But there is not a single face in these paintings.

It's all about the side face and back.

The protagonist in the painting always tilts his head to look out of the painting, his gaze is deep and deep, as if he is looking for someone.

Bai Ye introduced her one by one, introducing the time and place of each painting, and finally said, "Ah Yan often goes to our academy, too many times, when there is a class, when there is a class, when there is no class, he will also go to the ginkgo forest to sit and read a book in a daze, so there are more ginkgo biloba." ”

It's a lot, but it's not much.

There are only four of them, all of them are the same person, in the same place, on the same bench, under the same ginkgo tree.

The difference is that the tree seems to be changing all the time.

In the spring, when the light green branches are full, he is under the tree.

He was under a tree when the summer was deep and green.

When the autumn is golden and dazzling, he is under the tree.

He was still under the tree when the snow broke in the winter.

……

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons come and go, and he has always been.

"He didn't actually take the initiative to tell me about you," Bai Ye stood beside her and looked at the group of paintings, "I found it myself." ”

"I once went to their dormitory and saw a picture of him on his desk, and that picture was really ...... It's all people, and it's completely unfocused, and I can't tell the main character at all," he recalled, "and I was curious how he could put this kind of picture on the table, so I picked it up and looked at it." ”

"It's amazing, you can see him looking at you at a glance."

"After I went back, I painted "Crush on Her", that painting you should have already seen, right in your house."

"Weibo said it was a private order, but in fact, I wanted to draw it myself." Bai Ye laughed, his golden curls slightly covering his eyes, and said sincerely, "I have a strong sense of story and fate, it's really hard not to have a desire to create." ”

Lou Ruan didn't speak, her nose became redder and redder, her eye sockets became more and more blurred, and she couldn't see the group of pictures clearly.

Like tasting an unripe orange, not only her mouth, but also the tip of her nose and her heart are about to go crazy with acid.

It's sad and distressed.

The hot tears couldn't stop flowing down, and the tissues in my hands were soaked with tears, and they couldn't get wet anymore.

She kept wiping, and the tails of her eyes were reddened.

Bai Ye turned his head to look at her, a little unbearable, but he still took her to see the last few paintings.

When talking about the last few paintings, although his tone had been calm and restrained a lot, Lou Ruan still couldn't stop crying.

"It's in Asan." Bai Ye looked at the last two exhibition pictures and said, "Our Academy of Fine Arts is traditional, Asan sketches. ”

There are no portraits on the last two exhibits, only the incense incense that is lit in the temple after the rain and the red silk on the century-old trees in the temple.

Hanging on the branches, I don't know whose wish it is.

The wishes of other people were blurred, and there was only one, which Bai Ye truthfully showed in the painting.

What was written on the red silk was: [I hope she is safe and secure and gets what she wants.] 】

"I don't know if you've been to Jinhua Temple on Mount A, I heard that marriage is very spiritual, I want to go to sketch when I call on Ayan, when I climb the mountain, I joke that if there is a heavy rain, it will be more dramatic, I didn't expect it to rain in the middle of the road, so I can only climb up in the rain."

"When I climbed up, I also told him that it was raining heavily to climb the mountain, and it was even more bitter, the Bodhisattva must have seen sincerity, what to ask for at this time," Bai Ye looked at the two paintings with strong tones, his voice lowered slightly, and said, "...... I asked him to ask for a marriage, but he didn't. ”

Bai Ye paused slightly, turned his head to look at Lou Ruan, and said softly, "What he asked for, as you can see." ”

-

Aerodrome.

Lou Ruan's eyes were frighteningly red.

Before the plane took off, she dialed Xie Yanli's phone.

On the other end of the phone, he answered quickly.

"Hey."

"Thank you," she said, with a calm, faint hoarseness, "I'm at the airport, and I'm going home." ”

The voice on the other end of the phone paused, with a shallow smile, "Why are you coming back, isn't there still an exhibition to see?" ”

She held her phone, tears streaming down her face, and said in a soft voice, "I miss you, and I miss home." ”

The other end of the phone paused completely, and after a few seconds, he said very softly, "Okay, I'll wait for you at home." ”

-

The private jet takes off and will land in Keihoku in a dozen hours.

Lou Ruan lowered his eyes and looked down at the phone screen.

On the way from the exhibition hall, she kept scrolling through the Weibo before the banquet.

I looked forward a lot, a lot, from the very beginning, when no one was watching, and a lot of it was from high school.

You can still click on the picture you just saw.

She clicked on the Weibo pictures she had already seen, and the teenager in the small cartoon spotted her in the crowd at a glance, and watched her walk into the breakfast shop near the school with the people next to her.

Lou Ruan sniffed, trying not to cry out of her eyes, and she slid her fingers and continued to flip through.

The sixteen-year-old stood in front of the school's excellent work display window and looked at her paintings, carefully taking out his mobile phone to take a photo of her ID card at the Student Information Office below the work.

He was interviewed by the media after winning the competition, looked back at her class upstairs, saw her lying on it, and offered to take pictures there with the media......

She cried and watched, her eyes were all blurry, and she didn't know how long she watched before she fell asleep with a headache.

Lou Ruan still had tears on her face when she fell asleep, she slept in a chaotic way for a long time, and when she woke up, the plane was already in China.

Lou Ruan was draped in a blanket and stared blankly at the clouds outside, this night she slept for a long, long time, and dreamed of many things from a long time ago.

The stewardess asked if she needed dinner.

Lou Ruan really didn't have much appetite, just a glass of water.

She patted her face and thought that she couldn't cry anymore, and her face was swollen from crying.

When he goes back and sees it, it's going to be uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, she asked for dinner again.

After eating dinner, Lou Ruan leaned back weakly, she hesitated for a long time, but she still didn't open her phone to continue reading those comics.

There were a lot of things in her head, it was very messy, and she had just fallen asleep, and she couldn't sleep a little, so she simply took out the "Nightingale and the Rose" that she put in casually when she took it out of her bag

The book looks a little old.

The book cover has faded a little, with subtle raw edges.

Lou Ruan flipped through it and simply took down the envelope on the outside of the book.

A page of cardboard fell, onto her skirt.

Lou Ruan lowered his eyes and looked down, his fingers with a pink and white luster fell, and he picked it up.

The cardboard is turned over, and the sketch portrait on the front and the small poem in the corner appear in front of you.

Her movements paused suddenly, her eyes fell on the lines in the corner, and her heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand—