Tsinghua University

Shen Tinglan and Jiang Fusheng took their things and walked towards the east of the village, to the east was an empty field.Looking far away, the sky is clear after the rain, and the mountains are visible in the distance amidst the chirping of cicadas.

They sat in the shade of a big locust tree, with their easels side by side.Because it was inconvenient to carry water on the road, I had to prepare enough bottled mineral water, pour it into a small bucket, and then put the water chalk into it.

Shen Tinglan picked up a good draft and began to adjust the colors of the sky, field ridges, and distant mountains on the palette.Then use a soft brush to spread these colors on the paper little by little.

"I feel like I'm playing Minecraft." He said, "My world is made up of squares, and painting is made up of strokes of paint. It's very interesting."

"Yes, drawing is very interesting. If you don't have to hand in sketches, how happy it would be." Jiang Fusheng painted the green fields, "Let me tell you, do you know? I liked it when I was young. I went to sketch with my dad, he drew, and I played beside him.

"I forgot where I went with him that year, and there was such a field. It was spring, the wind was quite good, and a group of children were flying kites in the field.

"I also want to fly a kite, but my dad is too busy drawing and doesn't have time to talk to me. I don't know those kids, and they don't take me with them when they play. I just picked up a plastic bag, tied a rope casually, and pulled Let it run. When the wind is strong, it will float up, which is fun."

"Isn't this a coincidence?" Shen Tinglan said to him, "When I was a child, I also left plastic bags in my grandma's family compound. No one played with me, so I played with myself. I specially found a thin cotton thread to tie it, hoping it could fly higher."

"Tut tsk tsk," Jiang Xusheng said regretfully, "No one is playing with you, and they are blind. Let me come, I will play with you every day. Let's play house, I will be the father, and you will be the father." son."

"Heh." Shen Tinglan rolled her eyes, "I was very temperamental when I was young, and you will probably be beaten by me."

"It doesn't matter, I had a bad temper when I was young." Jiang Fu said with a smile, "If we met a few years ago, we might have a fight. Hey, isn't this a common routine in TV dramas now? Me, Daoming Temple. You , Shancai. Punch and punch to express feelings."

"God damn Shancai and Daoming Si punched each other out."

"It doesn't matter, it's just the routine of Huanxi Enemy." Jiang Fusheng had a whim again, "You said I would set up a big stone next to it and write a line 'Master Shen and Master Jiang miss their childhood', and I will wait for you and me in the future." Will it become a tourist attraction if it becomes famous? Chinese and foreign friends have been queuing up to the entrance of the village to pay their respects.”

Shen Tinglan raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the sun: "It's still bright, and you're starting to feel sleepy?"

"This person must have a dream, right? Dream, dream, dare to dream."

"You really dare to dream and dream. I just want to buy a house on the second ring road in Beijing. Fortunately, you have become a world master." Shen Tinglan traced the grass nearby, "Seriously, if I had It's good to know you. At least we can put a plastic bag together."

"Brother, don't play with plastic bags, let's fly kites together when you have free time. Enlarge one, one is not enough for two." Jiang Fusheng finished the painting, put away the pen and waited for it to dry naturally, "Actually, now we can It's not too late. I'm this year, just at the right age. A few years earlier, I was a dumbass and didn't understand love. A few years later, maybe I'll make myself fat, and you won't like me gone."

Just as Shen Tinglan was about to speak, Jiang Fusheng interrupted again, "No. In a few years later, it is very possible that you will like me because of my inner self."

Shen Tinglan took a few glances at Jiang's complaint, but curled her lips without saying a word.

Seeing Shen Tinglan's expression, Jiang Fusheng raised his voice, "Why are you curling your lips?"

Shen Tinglan said: "I've finished talking about you, I don't know what to say, so I just pouted."