blogombal Chapter 27 Painting
Chapter 27 Painting
At around six o'clock in the morning, Wei Jun was woken up from sleep by his grandma, and got up to have breakfast.
Wei Jun, who looked sleepy, struggled to get up from the bed.
The two elderly people are older and less sleepy. After breakfast, they played cards with their old friends, chatting and chatting.
Seeing that he was the only one left in the house, Wei Jun coughed softly, "Grandma, wait for me, I'll go out with you." Last night I went for a walk by the river with my grandpa, and today I will be with grandma.
The days passed slowly.
Wei Jun stayed at his grandparents' house for a few days, and then went to stay with his grandparents.
The water is level.
On the way to grandpa and grandma, he received the news that Zhuangye planned to come over. He expressed his warm welcome, and when someone asked if there was a hotel in the town, he kindly invited him to live in his home.
I live in one house in my hometown, with five or six rooms, which is enough to live in.
Wei Jun was a little excited when he thought that Zhuang Ye was coming. After all, he was an actor he once liked, and now he was going to come to his hometown.
However, he still didn't have time to tell his family about himself.
Wei Jun frowned, worried.
Should we wait for Zhuang Ye to leave, or should we talk about it now?
Wei Jun clicked his tongue, now he probably has no place to live, nor can he show people the scenery of his hometown.
After confirming the plan, he no longer pays attention to it, so as not to be unable to sleep at night.
The hometown is so big, he stayed for a few days and finished shopping. After arriving at his grandparents' house, he repeated the operation at his grandparents' house.
Wei Jun thought that Zhuangye must be here, he is so boring.
To pass the time, Wei Jun thought of the painting he promised Gu Chengxuan. He didn't have any inspiration for a while, and it's not impossible to bite the bullet and paint, but that would be too perfunctory, and he didn't want to disappoint the other party's sincerity.
He took a sketchbook and went to a farther place to find his feelings.
He planned to visit other small scenic spots in the village. After all, he lived here when he was a child. He knew some small scenic spots.
Wei Jun walked along the path along the ridge of the field. It was approaching winter, and there were not many snakes and insects in the mountains. He did not burrow into the grass and walked the road he could see.
Passing through a bamboo grove, with a faint breeze blowing, he felt a sense of dampness and a pleasant fragrance.
Wei Jun looked around in the direction of the wind, and saw a calm lake in the gap between the bamboo forests, with fallen bamboo leaves floating on the water surface.
The moment he focused his gaze, a dead leaf swirled in the air.
Flying and falling to the lake.
Wei Jun engraved the picture just now in his mind, and outlined it with a black pencil on the white sketchbook.
A few simple strokes set the tone of the tranquility he had just seen.
It took less than an hour to finish one painting.
Wei Jun continued to move forward.
Until the afternoon, except when he went home for lunch, he wandered outside and drew a few pictures, but he still had no idea how to draw Gu Chengxuan.
There is no hurry.
Wei Jun thought about walking around more by himself, so that he could take Zhuangye to some nice places when he was familiar with the shopping, so that people could feel the goodness of his hometown.
When it came to tomorrow, Wei Jun was also called up by the old man to have breakfast, which made him work hard to adjust his schedule and not stay up late, otherwise it would be really hard to get up early in the morning, since he didn't go to work obviously.
With a sleepy expression on his face, Wei Jun stared blankly at the rice porridge, pickled vegetables and steamed stuffed buns, went upstairs to sleep, and woke up at about 9 o'clock.
Continue yesterday's journey with painting tools.
This time he changed direction and met more people along the road than before, but unfortunately they didn't know each other, and it was hard for him to say hello, so he passed by silently holding his painting tools.
He walked on a sidewalk that had been repaired. He remembered that it used to be a road made of mud and stones, but now it has become flat concrete, which made him realize the obvious difference between the past and the present.
The land on both sides of the sidewalk is sparsely planted with vegetables, and occasionally it is covered with grass, and one or two vegetables are lit in the grass.
Wei Jun couldn't name the vegetables, but he had seen them and could eat them.
Wandering aimlessly, the sun is getting stronger.
Wei Jun narrowed his eyes comfortably, the warmth from the sun was about to improve, making him drowsy.
He stopped and stood on the winding path, which was connected to a road at the end.
The verdant forest swaying with the wind, the house hidden behind the forest looks like an ancient pavilion, the red fence is tied with fluttering red cloth strips, and dustpans full of beans are placed between the railings and the cloth strips.
The sun is still there, but the sky is raining.
Drenching the road in the middle, it is only a layer of rain curtain.
Everything is worth Wei Jun picking up a brush to paint, but he froze in place, as if he was absorbed by this strange phenomenon.
The wind became stronger, and a few drops of rain and dew hit his face, which also brought back his sanity.
Wei Jun thought of a weekend when sunny days and rainy days coexisted when he was in school.
He stood on the playground, watching the basketball long jump.
The back of his hand was touched suddenly, and then a familiar male voice rang in his ears: "Run."
The rain hurt Wei Jun's body, and the sun dazzled his eyes. The boy who was talking to him walked in front of him and turned his head.
On a sunny and rainy day, Gu Chengxuan raised his hair and smiled at him: "Are you stupid?"
In fact, there was a period of time when he had a "sweet" relationship with the other party, not only to consult the friendship between the girls, but the gap between the two was too big, some topics could not be discussed at all, every time it was Gu Chengxuan accommodate him.
Feelings cannot always allow one person to accommodate another, so Wei Jun withdrew, and the other's life would not change in any way.
The reason for "sweet love" seems to be...
Wei Jun recalled.
At the sports meeting, because he had just finished participating in the event and was going to watch the stage to rest, he was unlucky enough to be hit hard from behind. He fell to the ground and sprained his ankle at the same time. The pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat.
"Wei Jun!"
Urgent panting sounds approached him, his foggy eyes barely fitting into the incoming pair of sneakers.
Those on top of him were pushed away.
The man who came to "rescue" him was very steady, and he was supported by the other party to carry him on his back.
Gu Chengxuan...
He was lying on the person's back, listening to the person's heavy breathing, the opponent should have just come down from the arena.
Even though he was very tired, he didn't shake at all when carrying him.
Wei Jun withdrew his thoughts, he had decided how to draw Gu Chengxuan, and a certain decision took root in his heart.
He stopped here for a long time, and he probably won't be able to get home before 12 o'clock.
Wei Jun wanted to make a phone call with the old man, but when he dialed the number, there was the faint roar of a car in the distance.
The shadows above his head trembled, but he kept his head down and focused on finding the number.
The area of the shadow suddenly increased.
"Wei Jun!" It seemed to be a call that traveled through the centuries, returning to the school playground again.
Gu Chengxuan showed panic.
Could their relationship at that time make each other lose their composure?
Wei Jun felt a pain in his body, his head was dizzy, and the phone fell away from his hand, making a loud noise, and he lay on the ground with a dazed vision.
A person looked flustered, rushing forward more embarrassed than ever.
The other party's neat and expensive clothes were wrinkled and covered with plaster.
At the last moment when Wei Jun closed his eyes, he noticed that the opponent's fingers were scratched by gravel, and the blood seeped into the skin little by little.