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The National Day is approaching, and everyone is like a competitor on the starting line, waiting for a sound to get ready, and quickly throwing hooves from their seats.

But Xu Weixin, Yao Jianqi's art teacher, said that he would take them to sketch.

It's like you escaped from the cage and got into the sheepfold again.

The few playful people in the studio were not very happy, and they all said not to go, or after the resumption of classes?

Xu Wei said mercilessly, "Either after re-studying?"

This sentence hurts my heart, who here is not going to take the art test, the most afraid of learning and art will be empty, when the time comes, the money will be wasted and the painting will be in vain, so why cry.

The studio, which was still noisy just now, fell into a well-regulated silence, and the writing could be heard.

With the expected reaction, Xu Weixin looked around the crowd, and said coldly, "You don't have to look like you've been prostituted for nothing. The place is not bad. We will meet at the school gate at 7:[-] the morning after tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the rattan woven bag and left neatly.

"Ah—" Complaints rang out at the same time, "The painting box is so heavy, I have to carry it—"

Holding the brush, Chen Zhe sighed honestly: "I miss Sister Cong."

Yao Jianqi was leaning over to tidy up the painting box, when he heard this he smiled and wanted to joke, so he pressed it down again.

"Are you going?" Chen Zhe asked him.

"Aren't they all going?"

"But didn't you say something was wrong before?"

"It's gone again." Yao Jianqi said flatly.

"Oh." Chen Zhe nodded hurriedly, turned to the painting, and concentrated on completing the last few strokes.

Yao Jianqi put pens, brushes, paper, knives, thumbtacks, towels and tape into the box in sequence, covered it, put the folding bucket on top, put away the easel, and put it in the corner.

After doing this, I still have chest tightness.

——Thinking of Yao An's enthusiastically submitting a leave application to him yesterday, saying that he would be back two days late, the club organized activities, and they wanted to climb mountains together to see the stars.

Good one to see the stars.

"Please approve from the top leader!" Yao An said earnestly on the other end, just in order not to come back.

What can Yao Jianqi say, or not?Said that I kidnapped the stars and only allowed the moon to graze in this sky?

He hoped.

On the early morning of the first day of the holiday, the morning fog had not cleared, and it was hazy, and there were 8 men and women, carrying a painting box tripod, carrying a picture frame isolation board, standing at the tail of September and yawning.

A pearl white car and a black medium-sized SUV stopped in front of them one after another. The windows were lowered. Xu Weixin wore a pair of polarized sunglasses and ordered: "Girls sit in my car, and all boys go to the back."

Some boys joked: "Teacher, I just want to take your car."

Xu Weixin raised his sunglasses, without emotion: "Okay, you sit in the trunk."

The SUV driving behind got out of the car, with the same style of sunglasses stuck on the collar of the black shirt, and said hello to them, saying to buy some bottles of water.

Chen Zhe asked curiously: "Teacher, who is that brother?"

"Call Uncle." Xu Wei thought, "My fiancé."

Unsurprisingly, the students made a fuss.

Xu Weixin waved his hands impatiently, urging them to get in the car quickly, and the big guys picked up their things. Xu Weixin took the 3 girls and left first, leaving only 5 men. The boy who just joked was called Su Xie, and he grabbed the passenger seat in one step. : "Brothers, I'm sorry, I won't squeeze with stinky old men."

Others scolded half-truthfully: "Fuck you, you can squeeze that car if you have the ability."

Su Xie made a face and turned a blind eye.

The rear door was opened, and the other four people got into the car. The seats were quite spacious, but except for Chen Zhe who was a little more handsome, the others were all big and tall, and they even had a lot of fat, so they were crowded in the back seat for a while.

Yao Jianqi clung to the car window, almost half-sat on the handrail, and lowered his head reluctantly, otherwise he would hit the roof of the car.

Chen Zhe was next to him, seeing him like this, he shrank to one side, and finally squeezed the other side.

Su Xie was still holding a few taels of conscience, and asked jokingly: "How about... I hug one?"

Chen Zhe was tormenting in the middle like a piece of clam meat, when suddenly he felt the pushing and pulling from both sides stopped, and his earnest eyes fell on the top of his head as if with substance.

"I don't!" Chen Zhe resisted, "Why!"

"You are the shortest." Su Xie said honestly.

"..."

Chen Zhe clenched his fists, and before he could show his power, the left side was suddenly empty.

The car door opened, Yao Jianqi stood by the door, patted the wrinkles on his sleeves, raised his eyebrows, and said to Su Xie, "How about I hug you?"

Su Xie was dumbfounded: "Really?"

Yao Jianqi's expression was indifferent, and he directly closed the car door.

Su Xie waved his hands in embarrassment, and said repeatedly: "You can't do it!"

Yao Jianqi took a step, as if he was going to go there, when Xu Weixin's fiancé finally came back, holding a box of mineral water, and asked wonderingly: "What are you doing?"

The car was finally on the road, and no one hugged anyone, because the car also had a hidden seat in the trunk.

The sketching equipment on the right rolled frequently along the track. Yao Jianqi closed his eyes and tapped his elbows with his knuckles, turning the noise into a melody.

Everyone fell asleep, interspersed with light snoring and radio broadcasts, Chen Zhe turned his head, grabbed the back of the rear seat, opened and closed his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Yao Jianqi opened his eyes.

"Aren't you asleep?" Chen Zhe whispered.

"Ah."

"Eat oranges?"

Chen Zhe lifted an orange, using the half-peeled skin as a base.

Yao Jianqi looked at the orange and said, "Eat it."

Chen Zhe let out an "oh", but didn't turn back.

"What's the matter?" Yao Jianqi asked again.

Chen Zhe nodded his head, leaning his face against his head, hesitating a little.

"You...are you not angry?"

"Angry?" Yao Jianqi opened his eyes.

"It's just... about the seat just now." Chen Zhe was sweating while gripping the orange, "I don't think you're very happy."

Yao Jianqi remained silent, a little surprised.

He is indeed unhappy, but not because of this incident, not even from today, but two days ago.

Chen Zhe was still looking at him, with a tentative uneasiness in his eyes, uneasiness passively pulled by another person's emotions.

Yao Jianqi suddenly remembered what Yan Huai'en said a few days ago.

"Nothing." Yao Jianqi said, "Turn around, you will feel dizzy if you sit on your back."

After all, before Chen Zhe pressed the question, he closed his eyes again.

After a lot of drowsy bumps, they arrived at an ancient town in the outer suburbs.

The small town leans against the sleeve-like mountain daisy and embraces a beautiful water. The stilted buildings stand in pavilions along the river. Under the white pagoda, a group of awning boats circle the shore like freshwater fish looking for food.It rained last night, and the stone-paved streets were asphalt, dimly reflecting the distant sky. Occasionally, a lovesick bird flew by, and its cry was also "green".

Raindrop-like mist fell on Yao Jianqi's eyebrows, he wiped it off, and looked at the small bridge in the distance.

On the bridge, there are local women wearing silver ornaments on their heads and full skirts, carrying bamboo baskets with a child in them, playing with fishtail hats in their hands.Looking at it this way, it looks like a painting.

The big guy looked around and couldn't help sighing: "This place is beautiful."

Xu Weixin moved her fingers with an expression of "I knew it earlier", and said, "First go to the inn to put the luggage, and then sketch freely."

Although the ancient town is small, it is strange, and the flowers are often bright before the willows are hidden. It is worthy of reconnaissance.Xu Weixin told them not to go crazy, but whoever listened to them, so some people stopped by a waterwheel, and some stayed in a small dam. In short, they were happy people according to their own happy scene.

This place is only in a semi-developed state, the more isolated the more innocent, but it is a holiday, and there are many tourists who come here after hearing the news, holding up parasols, and after a while there is a group of onlookers behind them.

He heard several shutters above his head, Yao Jianqi still lowered his eyes, but speeded up the pen sketch. After a while, he closed the pen and picked up the other ones on the stone bench. They were all drawn continuously along the road. He finished drawing the first line, and wanted to hide in a quieter place.

He wandered around and entered the home cloth workshop. There was no one there, but there were four large vats in the yard, with "Dye" in black and red letters pasted on them. The wooden sticks were slanted inside, and the indigo dye was already cold.

Yao Jianqi was about to go in, but the phone buzzed a few times, as if falling into a silent lake out of thin air, he saw that it was Yao An calling.

Yao Jianqi was still alive, so he didn't intend to pick it up. He let it ring in his pocket, walked to the patio, set up the painting box, borrowed water from the clean water tank, took a small wooden chair beside him, and sat down.

He is also very patient, listening to the monotonous ringtones as an accompaniment, and starting to sketch after mixing the paint.

The brush is spread out flat, and the dry drawing paper is filled with color blocks. With the brush strokes, it is done in one go, turning the gloomy and cramped room into a misty water color.

"nice."

A strange voice came from behind.

A drop of ripe brown paint dripped on the ground. Yao Jianqi turned his head and saw an old man holding a piece of cloth with a swastika pattern in his withered hand. He didn't know how long he stood there.

Yao Jianqi quickly put down his pen, got up and apologized: "I'm sorry, I..."

The old man waved his hand, not caring: "It's okay, there are always a few people who come here to paint every year, and your paintings are one of the best."

"Thank you." Yao Jianqi smiled, but said solemnly, "I'm really sorry."

"This child," the old man straightened the cloth, and said with a smile, "If you insist on interrupting me, I see that your mobile phone is very loud."

Yao Jianqi choked up and touched his trouser pocket.

"We're going to hold a sacrificial ceremony the night after tomorrow. We'll be drinking and dancing in the square." The old man said, "Come if you have time."

Yao Jianqi agreed, thanked him again, packed his things and went out.

The screen was full of missed calls and messages, which seemed inexplicably anxious. Yao Jianqi left it on purpose at first, but later he was really involved in painting. He didn't expect Yao An to call so much.

He immediately put the thing under the stone railing and dialed it back.

Immediately picked up at the other end, Yao An said straight in, "Where are you?"

"In the ancient town." Seeing Qi returning, Yao rarely felt guilty.

"Go for what?"

"Sketch."

The other end stopped for a long time, and only the noisy background could be heard. Yao Jianqi thought that he should be climbing a mountain, surrounded by lively crowds.

But Yao An said: "I'm home, I didn't see you when I came back."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky——no, it’s not a thunderbolt, the sound of thunder is too pleasant, Yao Jianqi was both surprised and delighted: "Didn't you go to see the stars?"

"Do you believe in nonsense?" Yao An was angry and helpless, "I don't look at you, what kind of stars are I looking at?"

Yao Jianqi supported the stone pier, a little dizzy during the day: "It's all your fault."

"Yes, yes." Yao An also admitted, "I shouldn't have owed anything."

It's useless to settle accounts now, Yao Jian Qiyao looked at the scattered easels by the river, and tried to say: "Why don't you wait for me at home for two days?"

"Two days?" Yao An smacked, "It's too long, I'm impatient."

Just as Yao Jianqi was applauding, he suggested, "Then you come and look for me?"

"Now?"

"Yes, you leave now, we can still have dinner together."

"That won't work."

"Why?" Yao Jianqi was a little anxious, knocking his knee on the stone, "It's not far, really."

Yao An laughed on the other end, with a pleasant voice.

"Fool, I'm already here."