One big and one small are practicing love

After Liu Xiaochen took a shower, he came out of the bathroom with wet hair and a few clothes in his arms.

When passing by the gate, I subconsciously looked at the shoe rack at the door. He hadn't come back yet. Then he looked at the wooden table in the living room. Bian Chang was not there, only painting supplies were laid out on it.

Liu Xiaochen threw the dirty clothes in his arms into the washing machine, then walked to the wooden table to pack his things. He accidentally glanced at Bian Chang's painting and couldn't take his eyes away. He stopped packing his things and stood in front of Bian Chang's painting, looking at it in ecstasy.

It's a few clouds. Thin ink lines of different shades and shades are drawn on linen rice paper sprinkled with gold. The bright white light shines quietly, the paper shines with golden light, and the clouds seem to be flowing.

"Little!"

Hearing his name, Liu Xiaochen came back to his senses and looked over.

Jian Bianchang stood in front of the washing machine at the door of the guest bathroom, with a gray towel on his head and two pieces of clothes in his hand, and said: "Xiaoxiao, I see the washing machine has just started to spin. I can throw my clothes in and wash them together." ?"

"If you don't mind my clothes inside, that's fine." Liu Xiaochen said, took two steps away from Bian Chang's painting, and started to pack his things.

Bian Chang took off his towel, wiped his hair and walked towards the desk, saying, "Xiaoxiao, some of the clothes you are wearing are exactly the same as mine."

Hearing this, Liu Xiaochen stopped and looked at Bian Chang in surprise.

"Didn't my brother tell you? The clothes you are wearing were all bought by my mother." Bian Chang said, he came to the table, stopped wiping his hair, sat cross-legged on the chair casually, and continued: "My sister-in-law In the last month before she died, my mother was by your side to take care of you. My sister-in-law repeatedly asked my mother to take good care of you. As for my mother, her biggest hobby is buying clothes. Every time she buys clothes for me, she habitually buys another one in your size. .I saw the clothes you wore these days, and I also own some of them."

Liu Xiaochen reacted for a while, nodded and said: "I know, but I didn't know that the clothes your mother bought me are the same as yours." After saying this, he looked at Bian Chang again, frowned and said: "But, the clothes you wear... …”

"I never wear clothes bought by my mother." Bian Chang finished this sentence neatly and continued to wipe his hair with a towel, not intending to explain.

Liu Xiaochen momentarily forgot that Bian Chang was unwilling to mention her mother, and realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "Changchang, I just saw how well you painted and thought it was amazing. The picture was clearly still. But I It felt like those clouds were moving, as if they were about to change and float away."

Bian Chang stopped wiping his hair, his eyes suddenly flashed, he looked at Liu Xiaochen with a smile and said, "Thank you for seeing its vitality."

Hearing Bian Chang's words, Liu Xiaochen's heart trembled and he wondered: "Why do you want to say thank you?"

Bian Chang put the half-wet towel in his hand on the back of the chair, with one leg hanging loosely, and the other leg still crossed on the chair, with his hands on his calves, and said word by word: "Art creation is very lonely, except for the need to grow long." It takes time to face and complete it alone. What is even more difficult is the mental pressure of self-doubt. When I drew these clouds today, I was still thinking about the use of painting them so laboriously. Your affirmation just now is very important to me. There's a lot of encouragement. So, thank you, Tiny."

Liu Xiaochen moved forward a little and said piously: "Changchang, I see how well you can draw clouds. Every line has subtle and infinite changes. You draw very slowly and attentively. You look at the clouds in a daze and grind the ink with drops of water." They are all very attractive. This is the first time I have seen a person like you. Thank you for letting me see that there is such a way of life."

"Thank you." Bian Chang nodded deeply and smiled sweetly.

While the two were chatting, the door opened. Liu Xiaochen immediately turned to look at the door and stood up in a hurry. Suddenly she realized that Bian Chang was smiling at her, and she lowered her head and smiled sheepishly.

Bian Chang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Go quickly."

Liu Xiaochen quickly walked towards the door, and when he reached the corridor, he saw Zuo Kunmin coming in. He smiled and approached, smelling the faint smell of alcohol, and said, "Teacher Zuo, are you back?"

Zuo Kunmin took off his coat and said with a smile: "You just took a shower, right..."

Liu Xiaochen hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover Zuo Kunmin's mouth, glanced in the direction of the living room, and mouthed, "Changchang is here."

Zuo Kunmin grabbed Liu Xiaochen's hand, smiled and pecked it lightly.

When Liu Xiaochen hung his suit jacket on the hanger, he smelled a stronger smell of alcohol on it and couldn't help but ask: "Teacher Zuo, have you been drinking?"

"Well, I'm having drinks and eating skewers with a colleague." Zuo Kunmin said easily and changed his shoes.

Having known Zuo Kunmin for more than half a year, this was the second time Liu Xiaochen saw him drinking. He thought that the last time Zuo Kunmin drank, it was because he was facing such a big thing. Liu Xiaochen felt nervous, why this time?