[hp] Fall in love at Hogwarts

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The male protagonist does not show warnings head-on.

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You are painting an oil painting.

Lying on the backless couch made of Persian felt, the yellow bullets that call for people to work during the day have begun to shine through the gaps in the blinds. When I move my eyelids, these bullets just hit my eyes. It is not a strong light. It also made you move your body uncomfortably to avoid it.

It's a nice day, but at this moment you just lazily drag the thin quilt that fell to your waist to your chest and cover it with half-squinted eyes, with no intention of getting up.

The open studio is filled with the rich fragrance of roses. When summer comes, the breeze flows from the garden at the door. From time to time, it will bring in a few hints of lilac or hawthorn flowers. You love to lie idle on such days. , even if you do nothing all day long, looking at the ceiling can make you feel calm.

Unfortunately, Mr. Black is coming to pick up the painting in the afternoon.

The man who generously took out a small bag of gold and asked you to draw a portrait made an appointment last month to come over. In these days, you have completed the background and body of the oil painting, but you have not yet painted the man in the painting. Face.

I didn’t delay it on purpose. The request that Mr. Black gave you was very simple. He asked you to draw the character you want to draw the most. He asked you to think of the person you want to draw the most when you pick up the pen and pour all your emotions into it. In the painting.

To this day, only one face is missing.

Mrs. Green next door delivered a basket of home-grown tomatoes yesterday evening. They were all long and juicy. When you got them, you thought you had to make tomato sauce pasta to comfort yourself today, but the plan was to Your life has always been filled with low-heat options in your mind. After just one night of consumption, you have no interest in pasta at all.

["How can you love eating meat so much? Don't all little girls like to be beautiful?"] Mrs. Green often sees you fighting against meat when she delivers things. She will say this almost every time.

Oh...gosh oh gosh, you get a headache every time you hear something like that, someone always says that to you.

Compared with tasteless vegetables, meat should be regarded as a necessity for human survival. Think about the way the steak sizzles in the oil pan, and the way the meat juice explodes in your mouth when you bite into it. In the world How can anyone resist the temptation of meat?

But even if you love meat so much, you still can't fry a steak well. Many times Mrs. Green will come over and ask you if you have set the kitchen on fire. You can only embarrassedly refuse the kind neighbor to come in to check. With his footsteps, he threw the burnt meat into the trash can.

I used to be very good at cooking, but why am I not good at it now?

You turned over again, facing the unfinished painting. The man with the blank face in your painting was standing among a field of lisianthus flowers. It was strange. Although you couldn't draw this man's face yet, you felt that it was for no reason. He should smile at you, with the kind of love in his eyes that cannot be erased no matter what, and a smile that is almost invisible at the corner of his mouth.

Speaking of lisianthus, oh yes, lisianthus.

You don’t know when this flower was planted in your heart. You didn’t know it. When someone asked you about your favorite flower, the word lisianthus naturally appeared on your lips.

You have forgotten the specific expression of the inquirer, but it seems that everyone will say this.

["You really look like Lisianthus."]

I don’t know where everyone who commented came to the conclusion. In short, the impression of lisianthus is firmly impressed on you. Even when you go to the flower shop to replenish the stock of withered flowers in the garden, the clerk I would highly recommend those platycodon flowers to you.

God knows that even though you are saying this, there is not a single lisianthus flower around you. This yard was full of roses when you moved here, and there are all kinds of roses. It seems that you are not living alone but a whole house. The couple will propose to the venue like this.

You don’t really want to have lisianthus in your sight all the time. The flower itself is not guilty, but I don’t know who gave it the function of disturbing your mood. You say you like it while resisting seeing it. It’s so contradictory that it’s hard for others to understand. .

Well...you can't understand yourself either.

Men are not a common species in your life. This town is mostly populated by ladies whose husbands go out to work or are widowed. Young men rarely appear here. Even if you want to find a reference, you can't find it - even those The men who will appear have ordinary faces and are not worthy of your oil painting at all.

The only one who was probably barely up to standard was Mr. Black, who ordered the painting. From the moment he stepped into this town, he was noticed by a large group of ladies. The women chattered about his handsome appearance and peeked at his toned body. Even though Mr. Blake was as unshaven as a wandering troubadour, which troubadour could take out such a number of gold coins from his pocket to buy a painting?

You have never been in love, but you also know what a good love partner Mr. Black would be with his conversation, appearance and financial resources. You have an unreasonable affection for him. If this gentleman is fairer, if this gentleman has With a pair of blue eyes, if this gentleman cleans up his unshaven face, and if this gentleman is shorter, I am afraid you will really fall into the swamp of love.

It's a pity that he didn't meet the prerequisites for getting trapped, so your liking for him only stopped at Mr. Black.

So you still have no clue about the faces of the characters in this painting.

The sun has already hung in the sky, and the colorful light refracted in the early morning is emulsified into milky white. The feeling of emptiness in your belly urges you to leave the sofa. It's noon, you should eat, and you should complete this work.

Humming a song you heard from somewhere, you fried yourself a piece of steak. You were lucky today. The kitchen was not burnt down and the meat was not burnt. This valuable piece of beef remained in your mind when it was delivered to your mouth. The best taste, you shake your legs happily, maybe this is a good sign to finish the painting.

If Mr. Black hadn't agreed to do it in the afternoon, you wouldn't have gotten up so early. Although it is different from a normal person's schedule, you have always believed that night is your main battlefield. You love to paint against the stars and the moon, especially Facing the constellation Leo, all the praised paintings full of love and tenderness are inspired by the constellation Leo. Mr. Blake heard that he was recommended to find the paintings after seeing the paintings of the constellation Leo. your.

Leo, Leo, you will feel inexplicably good just thinking about it.

After eating the steak, you sit back in front of the painting. The man standing among the lisianthus flowers is standing neatly in a suit. There will be no passage of time in the painting. He always has a straight suit and there will not be a single wrinkle on his face. The eyebrows in the painting will not become irritable because of the worries of life. The man among the lisianthus flowers in the summer moonlight in the oil painting will always look like this.

You pick up the paintbrush, dip it in color, and start painting his facial features.

"This is the work I give you."

You pull down the thin cloth covering the painting to reveal it.

By some strange coincidence, when you finally drew the facial features of this man, you used a face similar to that of Mr. Blake, except that this face was fairer and gentler, cooler, and the facial features were more childish. In addition to these, you also gave He has blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, I thought about what I wanted to draw the first time you asked me to draw it, but the facial features of the character were confirmed last. You said at the beginning that you wanted me to devote all my emotions. To be honest, I finally All I can think of is a face similar to yours."

You look at your paintings carefully and look at the face of the man in the painting with satisfaction.

"If you had a brother, I mean, this is what I imagine he would be like."

Mr. Black held a handful of wrapped things and looked at it silently for a long time. He stood in front of the painting without speaking and his expression was very calm. It was not clear at all whether he liked the work or not. You felt a little uneasy for a moment.

"I like it very much." He took a long time to speak, his voice dry and hoarse, "He also likes it very much."

"Who are you talking about?" you asked curiously.

"No one." Mr. Black scratched his scalp twice with his hands. He seemed to want to touch the oil painting but didn't dare. His actions were a little funny for a moment.

"I want this painting, but I won't take it away. You can keep it." He said.

Mr. Black pulled open the covering of the things in his arms, and a large handful of lisianthus appeared in front of you. He randomly thrust the flowers into your hands, and then stepped away.

You were puzzled by his behavior and asked blankly: "But, but..."

However, he insisted on keeping the painting, and along with the bunch of lisianthus that he said would never fail, Mr. Black left your cabin in a hurry that afternoon without taking anything, including money.

You looked at the oil painting carefully for a long time. Perhaps it was because the facial features in the final painting could not be integrated well with the whole painting that caused Mr. Black to give up on the painting. In fact, after the painting was completed, you also felt that it was not suitable, but because you really couldn't produce a better work. before showing it to Mr. Black. Now that the painting has no new owner, you hesitate for a while and cover up the features with skin color.

You are still painting an oil painting, holding a bunch of lisianthus while painting.

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Try to describe the characters circumstantially. The words [ ] in the article are what Regulus said to you. He was the one who cooked the steak, he was the one who said you looked like lisianthus, and he was the one who watched the moon with you. Before he died, he forgot about you and asked his brother to send you to the house where he planned to propose to you, so that you could stay away from the magical world and become an ordinary person.

There are many widowed women in the town in this article, including you. The lisianthus flower painted with Regulus means eternal love.

Sirius complied with his brother's last wish to let you live a good life, but at the same time he felt uncomfortable because his brother's lover had forgotten him, so he asked you to draw. However, it was only when he finally saw you drawing Regulus that he understood your feelings for Regulus. Regulus' feelings were so deep that he could remember them subconsciously, so he decided to let you live a good life, gave you the flowers that Regulus had made for you before he was alive, and then left.