Continuously

After the beginning of spring, Yao An went to Yao Jianqi's residence several times.

That is the legendary Jiangbin villa bought by Yao Xinping.

The reality is of course not so exaggerated. A small western-style building facing the river, some pavilions, waterside pavilions and other fine trees, planted evodia and hundred-day red along the line, and placed a double wooden rocking chair, and five canopies lying in the black pool water lilies.

When he came back for the first time, Yao An was standing in front of the hollow carved iron gate, still swallowing.

Damn, how much Yao Xinping has earned these years.

That day Yao Jianqi went to study painting and didn't come back. Yu Wan and Yao Xinping were both there, and he had to be there anyway. Yao Xinping went out of the kitchen, prepared three dishes and one soup, and brought them to him, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, fried bitter gourd, lentil minced meat, corn Ribs.

Yao An put aside the surprise, tasted a few mouthfuls pretending to be picky, and said, "It's not bad."

Yao Xinping picked up his chopsticks.

He quickly lowered his head to dig a few mouthfuls of rice.

Yao An is not picky about food, this dish is not all his favorite, but it happened to touch his appetite.

Yu Wan wanted to clean up after the meal, but Yao Xinping refused to let her, and only asked her to show Yao An a tour, but in fact left room for them to communicate.

But where does the exchange capital come from out of thin air?

Yao An was so distressed, but he wasn't as restrained as he was at the beginning, he leaned back, his shoulder blades were pressed against the back of the chair, if he didn't have it, he wouldn't have it, he could afford to be silent.

"Let's go." Yu Wan wanted to implement Yao Xinping's words.

Yao An got up without hesitation and followed her.

Yu Wan is considered tall among women, and although Yao An is only over 12 years old, he is almost as tall as her now, so it is somewhat difficult to look like an elder.

She simply didn't bother with these styles, just like he didn't mind what Yao An called her.

If she minds anything, no, it doesn't really matter, she just cares...

"Where does Yao Jianqi live?" Yao An asked from another door that Yuwan pushed open, leaned over to take a look, and looked back at her again.

As Yu Wan went up the stairs, she smiled and said, "You'll know later."

They went up to the third floor in one go.

Wooden floors and sloping ceilings, a TV and tea table in the small hall, a four-open terrace connected to the outside, and a small glass-enclosed balcony. The bedroom is next to the study.

It's worthy of a suite.

"He enjoys it." Yao An said in a mouth, but there was no grievance on his face, his eyebrows were raised, as expected.

Without waiting for Yu Wan to push the door for him, he stepped straight into the bedroom.

Beige bed sheets and pillowcases, dark brown carpet and wardrobe, white chandelier, wooden easel next to the desk, next to darker curtains.

"It's too plain, it's hard to clean it up." Yao An said to himself.

"He picked them all by himself." Yu Wan said by the door, "He usually doesn't let us into the room."

There was a trace of habitual helplessness and connivance on her face.

Yao An suddenly felt that it was wrong to stand here, but he couldn't find a reason to move his feet. He saw the mouthwash cup in the bathroom, and picked up a topic at random: "Which tooth has he changed?"

Yu Wan's original lip line stiffened inadvertently, and asked, "What?"

Yao An thought she didn't hear clearly, and he seemed to be looking for something to say while repeating, so he waved his hand and said, "Nothing else, I'll just take a look."

Yu Wan backed out and half closed the door for him.

It was Yao An's casual question that brought her almost overwhelmed surprise.

She didn't know that Yao Jianqi had changed his teeth.

As a mother, she didn't know it.

All the thoughtful care before has become an embroidered article, which seems so superficial and ironic in this light sentence.

Yu Wan stood behind the door for a while, and waited for the shock wave in her eyes and heart to pass, then failed and complicated glanced at Yao An who was still dangling in the room, and left silently.

Yao An took down a dark green canvas folder from the bookshelf, attached two straps, and carried several brushes of colored wax and traces drawn by pencil inadvertently.

After imagining the scene of Yao Jianqi walking on the street with a half-sized portfolio on his back, he almost laughed.

Yao An took out the sketch paper inside, and the paintings were arranged in chronological order. At first, some indoor paintings were still immature and immature, and they were in the state of novice imitation. Surprisingly expressive.

"Why are they all rocks?" Yao An couldn't help muttering after looking at them a lot.

Most of the paintings are stone monuments, statues and buildings, without any living beings or imaginations.

He yawned, fiddled with the corners of the sketch paper a few times, and was about to put it back, but his fingertip accidentally landed on a certain date in the lower right corner.

12.31 Winter Solstice

During that time, all his text messages fell through, and he completely cut off contact with Yao Jianqi.

Still one-sided.

"Hmph." Thinking of this, Yao An couldn't help feeling annoyed, and pulled out the sketch paper neatly and with some vigor, "I want to see what you were doing during that time..."

His eyes reflected the painting.

The painting depicts the old banyan tree at the head of Anding Village, with strong branches and luxuriant leaves. The drooping mustache flutters gently, and there is a faint wind. There is half a short eaves beside it. Two freezers, all kinds of ice cream...

Yao Jianqi painted summer in winter.

Yao An's thumb caressed the root of the tree where they sat together, which was measured by several pencil marks and finally finalized by a marker pen.

How can it be like this.

A sound of footsteps from far to near resounded on the wooden boards of the stairs, and there was a brewing joy in the loneliness, but it slowed down when it got closer.

Yao An didn't look back, just sat by the bed and patted the left side.

Yao Jianqi put down his bag and sat down with a few fists apart.

The chilly spring outside still fell on the corners of his brows and hair, a kind of coolness that had just begun to emerge. At that moment, Yao An clearly sensed the cold, but he leaned towards Yao Jianqi as if he didn't think it was enough.

"Are there two people missing?" Yao An held the painting, exhaling warm breath on his forehead.

"No," he said.

"Why not, where is it?"

Yao Jianqi raised his chin slightly, his gaze was like a bird, and he fell from the painting between the two of them.

"Here."