To be clear, the place where the two went on a date was the library. Many people would say that a date in the library is not good! That’s why you don’t understand. There are not many people in the library and it is quiet. The most important thing is that it has air conditioning in summer and winter.
, now that the weather is like this, it doesn’t take an hour for me to be outside and my face will be full of tears. What’s the point of talking about love!
On Sunday afternoon, the two of them walked into the city library together. As soon as they entered the door of the reading room, the aunt smiled at the two of them: "Here we come!" The aunt liked Fang Yi and Fang Yi very much. In the words of the aunt,
It is said that the boy is tall and handsome, and the girl is fair and beautiful, just like a pair of little girls. It is rare to come to the library to fall in love. It is enough for today's young people to have this intention.
"Yeah!" Fang Yi nodded to his aunt, let go of his girlfriend's hand and tried to take out the reading pass from his pocket.
The aunt smiled and waved her hand: "Don't pay for it. I'll see you two go straight in every time. There's no one in the usual seats!".
Mu Jin smiled and said: "Thank you!".
The aunt looked at the two people's backs and disappeared from the bookshelf, and clicked her tongue: "Look at these two children, how polite they are!".
In the corner of the library where the two of them came every time, there was the same double chair. Fang Yi put his arms around Mu Jin's waist, and flipped through the picture album he had just borrowed with his other hand, a master's work printed on copperplate paper. But no matter how good the printing was,
It's only in octavo, so you really can't see any brushstrokes or anything like that, so it can only be regarded as a handful.
Mu Jin was holding a popular love novel in his hand and was reading it with gusto. Fang Yi didn't like reading this kind of novel. In Fang Yi's words, the main character was the kind of person who was so idle that his balls hurt.
It seems that there is nothing professional about dating, not even making money. What Fang Yi can't stand the most is that two or three young handsome men from good backgrounds surround a swaying heroine. Today, the heroine discovered that she loves this
A little more, and tomorrow I will find out that I love that one a little more. At the end of the book, the heroine discovers that the one she loves is the third one. Fang Yi has one sentence for this kind of novel: It’s all a fucking mess! But his girlfriend likes to read it, so what’s the point?
What's the solution? Besides, Fang Yi doesn't have the power to stop it.
Not sure whether he saw something that moved Mu Jin or whether he suddenly felt childlike. Mu Jin grabbed the end of her ponytail and brushed the side of her boyfriend's face with the tip of her hair.
Feeling itchy on his face, Fang Yi turned his head and lowered his head slightly and said to Mu Jin with a smile: "What's wrong?".
Mu Jin smiled and said: "I remembered what happened two days ago. I overheard two high school sophomore girls commenting on which boy was the most handsome in the entire high school department. One thought you were second! The other said you had the most handsome smile.
How do you feel after hearing this? Do you feel particularly happy?"
"Second? Then who is first? Not to mention high school, I have always been the most handsome since I entered junior high school, right? Now before I leave, someone has taken my place?" Fang Yi chuckled and joked.
.Fang Yi doesn't care much about this thing or the beauties of the four major schools.
Mu Jin smiled and said: "You said you were fat and you were breathless. I told you that you just have two dimples when you smile."
"Height doesn't add points?" Fang Yi asked in line with his girlfriend's interest.
"What's so good about being as tall as a telegraph pole? Just 1.78 meters is fine." Mu Jin's height of 1.68 meters is not short among girls, but standing next to Fang Yi's height of 1.83 meters
He still looked a bit short. He raised his head and reached out to rub Fang Yi's chin. Mu Jin liked to touch Fang Yi's chin ever since they fell in love, saying that the stubble on his beard was interesting to touch.
"You are really making things difficult for me." Fang Yi pretended to be in pain: "You can't cut off your legs a little bit."
Mu Jin moved her body to lie more comfortably in Fang Yi's arms. She didn't answer Fang Yi and even changed the subject: "Are you unhappy with anything during this time?".
"Yeah!" Fang Yi sighed softly and explained: "I have encountered some troubles in painting. It's just that I'm a little behind on the quality. I've made almost no progress during this period!".
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin put his arms around Fang Yi's neck and said comfortingly: "You are already quite a monster. How long have you been learning now? It adds up to more than a year, and you can draw as well as Wang Qiluo. If you continue to be like this
If you are making rapid progress, will you let others live? But even so, I know that my boyfriend is a painting genius!"
Although he knew they were just words of comfort, Fang Yi felt a little less depressed inside, and he kissed Mu Jin's forehead gently without saying a word.
"If you really go to CAFA, the distance between us will be a bit far." Mu Jin felt a little sad when she thought about Juli after both of them went to college.
"How about you also apply for a university in the capital? Or I change schools and take the exam for you in a city?" Fang Yi said.
Mu Jin thought for a while and said: "I'd better not give it up. There are no good art schools in Mingzhu City. Wouldn't it be a waste of talent if you go there? It's unlikely that I will go to the capital. I have no confidence at all that my grades will be clear in the exam."
, it is better to choose one of the two universities in Mingzhu than to go to other schools! It is much easier than universities in the capital. I don’t know why so many students want to go to the capital. Have you seen the scores of China Post University last year? It is better than that of Shicheng University.
All are high, and Shida University ranks among the top five in the country."
After listening to Mu Jin complaining for a while, Fang Yi said: "Then you can go to Mingzhu University. Anyway, now there are telephones in the university dormitories. If it is not possible, there is also the Internet. Let's talk at night. It's okay! The moment of separation occurs
Beauty, maybe I’ll see you once a month in the future, and the more you look at me, the more you’ll like me.”
"Fuck you" Mu Jin gently touched Fang Yi's chest with her elbow and said with a chuckle.
"Read a book, read a book!" Fang Yi said, touching his chest.
Chatting from time to time, the two of them sat quietly in the reading room, enjoying the rare leisure time for high school sweethearts.
Two or three hours passed quickly, and the two left the library. Fang Yi rode his car to take his girlfriend home, not downstairs to Mu Jin's house, but to the gate of the community. Fang Yi turned his head.
Ride towards your home.
Fang Yi thought of his painting problem again, and unconsciously slowed down his car. Just ten minutes after leaving Mu Jin's community, Fang Yi was attracted by a small stall on the roadside.
Already.
A wrinkled old man was sitting on a small bench by the roadside, playing chess with a middle-aged man. Next to the old man were two signs. One said fortune telling and the other said portrait. There were two tree poles behind him.
There is a rope pulled on it, and several painted heads of old people and young people are clamped on it.
What attracted Fang Yi couldn't be this kind of portrait. It looked good to ordinary people and the painting was very real. In Fang Yi's opinion, any one he picked out from the art room would be better than this old man's painting. What he painted flatly was nothing.
The value is not even considered as a painter. This kind of stall is said to be a portrait, but it is better to say that it is a professional painting of portraits. Some people's elderly people have passed away and they have not taken any recent large photos, so they ask these people to paint a large one.
come out.
Fang Yi looked at this stall owner. His hair was all white, his beard grew down to his chest, and his eyes were wearing round old-fashioned glasses. He looked a bit like Master Qi Baishi. The style was a bit like this.
The painting is really not flattering, it is far from the master.
At the curb in front of the stall, Fang Yi supported the car with one foot and looked at the old man, preparing to write it down in his head.
"My little friend, are you planning to ask about your future or your marriage?" The old man who owned the stall immediately noticed that a young man was looking at him, raised his head and asked Fang Yi. When the old man saw Fang Yi, he knew that he couldn't come to let him go.
The portrait has no sorrow or suffering on the face, and the clothes on the body are also bright. How can you find a portrait of yourself? If you don’t have such eyesight, why are you still messing around on the street? If you exclude one, the only thing left is fortune telling, young people
It’s either a future or a girl. Do you even need to guess?
Fang Yi simply got out of the car. When the old man saw the young man's movements, he threw the chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard: "Business is here, this game ends here!".
The middle-aged man opposite said: "I will win in two steps, hurry up."
"Why hurry up! Business is coming." The old man pushed on the chessboard, and several chess pieces immediately became chaotic. The middle-aged man opposite smiled and said to the old man, and threw down the chess pieces in his hand.
"Tell me! What do you want to ask, little friend?" The old man sat upright, stretched out his hand to stroke the long beard on his chin, and tried his best to pretend to be a fairy. He didn't expect that the wind would blow him red.
Bi Tou has already betrayed himself.
Fang Yi pulled up a bench and sat down: "I don't count my fortune!".
"portrait?"
"No!"
"Then what are you doing here?" The old man was a little annoyed when he heard it. You didn't do anything but came to entertain me. The words in his mouth were gone, and he stared at the young man in front of him.
"I would like to ask you to borrow a piece of paper and a pen. Do you think it's feasible to use you as a model to draw a picture?" After Fang Yi finished speaking, he saw the old man's face becoming impatient and said, "I can give you money! Ten yuan."
, can you do whatever you need to do?”.
As soon as he heard that he was rich, the old man's complexion became a little better, and he reached out and touched his beard: "That's okay, but these ten yuan are a bit short, at least fifteen!" After speaking, he looked at Fang Yi with his old eyes open.
, as soon as the money was mentioned, the remaining fairy spirit disappeared immediately.
"Okay! Fifteen, fifteen," Fang Yi agreed.
The old man took out a piece of paper and a five- to six-centimeter pencil tip from the old bag next to him, pointed at the drawing board leaning on the small stool next to him, and stretched out his old hand to Fang Yi, signaling for money.
He took the two bills from Fang Yi's hand and put them into his pocket, and immediately said to the middle-aged man at the stall a few meters away: "A few more plates!".
The middle-aged man came over with a smile: "You old guy is too lazy to pay, please pay the last dollar first."
The two murmured and sat down again to lay out the chess board. Fang Yi picked up the brush and drew a small sketch on the paper. The two played chess and Fang Yi painted a total of seven or eight paintings before Fang Yi stopped.
Handed.
He signed his name and took off the sketch from the drawing board: "Okay, the drawing is done!".
The old man just finished his game and stretched out his head to look at the painting in Fang Yi's hand. He originally wanted to take a look at it casually. After taking a look, the old man turned around, took the painting in his hand and looked at it for a while and said: "You little thing, are you?"
You want to come and destroy my place, right?".
Where is this? Even the old man has been poisoned by the gangs in Hong Kong! Are you destroying the place? Do you have a place to destroy? At best, two old street trees are worth some money, but are these things yours?
?
Before Fang Yi could say anything, the old man said: "It's not like that! What you're wearing doesn't look like someone who would take portraits on the street. Are you from an art academy?".
"no!"
"Then why are you here to show off?" The old man handed the painting to Fang Yi: "The art academy is much better than your painting. If you want to show off, go to the art academy." After saying this, he turned his head.
When Fang Yi heard this, he immediately realized: Damn! That's right, why didn't I think of going to the art academy? He immediately stood up from the stool without taking the painting: "Thank you!" He got on the car and rode towards home.
.
The old man watched Fang Yi disappear for a while, then took the painting in his hand and put it into the old bag.
The middle-aged man next to him asked: "This painting is not as good as yours!".
"You know nothing! This little thing is very good at painting. I'll keep it here and learn from it," the old man said.
"You still imitate me, young man?"
"Taizu taught us to live and learn! You young people nowadays are not practical." The old man said proudly: "Hurry up and play chess!"