When Xiao Chu and Xia Tingcian walked into the oil painting studio, they were immediately greeted by a cute little girl dressed in literary and artistic clothes.

"Welcome, do you want to buy a painting, a portrait, or paint yourself?"

Xiao Chu replied: "Let's draw it ourselves." ”

"Okay sir, one or two?"

"Two people. ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it for you. ”

Then the little girl listened to the cicada with Xia, and one of them brought a pair of drawing boards, paints, and brushes.

After the little girl walked away, Xia Tingcia whispered to Xiao Chu: "Let's draw our own paintings, and no one is allowed to peek until the painting is finished." ”

Xiao Chu promised: "Okay, but I must draw better than you." ”

Xia Tingcicada didn't fight with him, and when he turned to the side, he began to draw, it seems that he had already thought about what he wanted to paint.

Xiao Chu was a little worried.

Although he enlarged his words just now, saying that he must be better than Xia Tingcicada, but in fact, he is just bragging, and his real level is very average.

If you don't hear it, it's a layman.

When he was in college, it was true that he had taken oil painting for a semester, but he didn't have much talent, and he barely passed 60 points in the final exam.

And now, what little he has has been returned to the teacher.

It's hard to think about it well.

He peeked at Xia Tingcicada to see what she was drawing.

Xia Tingcicada noticed his movements and hid to the side, not showing him.

Okay, if you don't look at it, you won't look at it.

It's not easy to draw well, isn't it easy to paint casually? Anyway, it's also my daughter-in-law, and I'm not afraid of losing.

After unloading the burden, Xiao Chu emptied himself.

Suddenly, his brows moved, and he thought of what to draw.

Immediately, he quickly scribbled on the drawing board.

Xia Tingcicada paints very seriously, and Xiao Chu paints very casually, but they both create independently and do not interfere with each other.

The little girl who came here to get something and couldn't help but take a look.

Seeing Xia Tingcicada's painting, the little girl's eyes lit up, and she was very surprised and appreciative.

And when he saw Xiao Chu's painting, he couldn't help laughing, shook his head and left.

An hour later, Xia listened to the cicada and turned his head to look at Xiao Chu.

Xiao Chu also learned from her, holding the drawing board and turning to the side, not showing her, and at the same time the brush did not forget to continue to smear.

After a while, Xiao Chu changed a pen and wrote in the blank space of the scroll.

After a few minutes, he put down his brushes and sketchpads, clapped his hands and said, "It's alive!"

"Come, Bibi, see who can draw well!" Xiao Chu took the drawing board to the side of Xia Tingcicada's drawing board and put it together to look at.

Xia Tingcicada looked at what he had drawn, and he looked at Xia Tingcicada who had drawn.

Two seconds later, Xiao Chu and Xia Tingcicada glanced at each other, and they both saw different colors from each other's eyes.

Xiao Chu was surprised.

Because Xia Tingcicada painted him, and the painting was very godlike, he painted his jade tree in the wind, graceful, and uninhibited.

It's simply a handsome guy named Xiao.

To put it another way, it's very similar, very good.

Xiao Chu didn't expect the cicada goddess to sing so well, and her painting skills were so strong.

And the different color in Xia Tingcicada's eyes was because Xiao Chu painted so badly that he could barely see that he had drawn an old man and an old lady, walking hand in hand on the street.

The old man led the old lady, and the old lady was on crutches.

But the fireworks blooming in the night sky overhead are quite passable.

However, what really attracted Xia Tingcicada's attention was that there were a few vertical characters written on the left side of the picture scroll.

......

When you're old

I can't walk anymore

Snoozing by the fire

Reminiscing about youth

How many people have loved your youthful and joyful hours

Admire your beauty

False or sincere

There is only one person who still loves your pious soul

Love the wrinkles on your old face

......

Xia Tingcicada looked at these vertical words carefully, and the more he looked at it, the brighter his eyes became.

"How is it, I did a good job?" Xiao Chu asked proudly.

Xia listened to the cicada and glanced at him and didn't speak.

Although she didn't speak, Xiao Chu could see that she was very happy and liked it very much.

That's good.

He shouted to the little girl clerk at the counter, "Sister, frame these two paintings, and we'll come and get them after watching the play." ”

"Yes sir, I will definitely frame it well!" the little girl was very happy to earn more.

Xiao Chu took Xia Tingcicada's hand and walked outside.

Xia listened to the cicada and let him lead him and follow him.

There were still about fifteen minutes before the start of the play, and it was very close to the entrance, so the two walked slowly.

"Your Painting ......"

"It's a painting of what we look like when we're old, how about it, it's very expressive, isn't it?

Xia listened to the corners of the cicada's mouth slightly upturned, and he could say such shameless words.

She really liked it, though.

Of course, I like that poem better.

So he asked, "That's a poem, right?"

"Guess!"

Xia listened to the cicada and shook his head.

Xiao Chu didn't sell it either, and replied, "When you're old." ”

"When you're old. Xia listened to the cicada and repeated it in a low voice.

Then, in my mind, I read the whole poem silently.

How many people have loved your youthful and joyful hours

Admire your beauty

False or sincere

There is only one person who still loves your pious soul

Love the wrinkles on your old face

......

Really well written.

She loved it.

There's a problem, though.

"The thing you painted in your words is fireworks, but the poem talks about napping by the fire. ”

Xiao Chu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I also want to paint the stove, but I can't paint it, so I can only use fireworks instead, don't you also like fireworks?"

Xia Tingcicada did not doubt it.

What Xiao Chu said is not a lie, he really doesn't know how to draw a stove, but the real reason is that the original poem and lyrics were written like that.

As a second-hand dealer, of course, it is not easy to change.

Respect for the original is the minimum.

And in this way, you can better appreciate the charm of this poem.

Last time, he changed the last sentence to love tiger oil, and it felt a lot worse.

"Do you like the poem and the painting?" he asked.

Xia Tingcicada nodded: "I like it." ”

She liked the painting and the poem, and had previously fantasized that when she was old, the two of them would support each other, walk together on the street, and read books at home.

Now I decided that I would install a stove in my house in the future.

Love the wrinkles on your old face.

In the future, she will be old, and he will be old.

As long as we're together all the time, it's fine.

......

The two came to the drama hall, and when they checked their tickets and entered, the play was about to start, and the hall was already dark.

Xiao Chu pulled Xia Tingcicada and found their location.

"First Date".

The content of the drama is relatively ordinary, but just seeing the name, Xia Tingcicada is satisfied.

Tonight, December 25th, Christmas Day.

It was also her and Xiao Chu's first official date.

At 22:00, the drama ended.

Xiao Chu and Xia Tingcicada took the oil painting and drove home.

"These two paintings, I'm going to hang them. Xiao Chu said over and over again.

Xia listened to the cicada and didn't speak, but looked at Xiao Chu's eyes, but it was full of moonlight.