Hogetsu

He has a glimpse of how the immortal life thinks, and fully understands the humbleness of human beings.On the way, he looked coldly at those lives that he met once, thinking that he was getting close to Wang Jiexi.The tears that fell without knowing it brought him back to his original form: it was just the difference between intimacy and distance caused by his limited life and short-sightedness. In the face of a real friend, he was still Yu Wenzhou.Intellectual enlightenment does not deprive the experience of life.

"Shaotian, I want to be alone."

Huang Shaotian didn't ask the reason, but softly coaxed him: "If you want to be alone, just stay alone and go to the countryside, okay? No one is tying you up, so why not cry."

Living in a country house, Yu Wenzhou locked himself in his studio.Block out the information from the outside world, forget about yourself, and draw Wang Jiexi over and over again.Wang Jiexi crouched by the stove, stepped over the dead body to the ruins, ate the internal organs raw, and was dissected while lying down.In order to reproduce the calmness in Wang Jiexi's words, Yu Wenzhou restrained his sensual and instinctive preferences, and was unwilling to use too pure colors, hovering between barely noticeable grayscales and grayscales, repeatedly drafting and coloring, for the It's painstaking.

It was said that Yu Wenzhou was left alone, but his friends did not plan to sit back and watch him lose weight uncontrollably and ignore them.Everyone decided to put Zhou Zekai, a sound-absorbing nurse, by his side to test it out.

After more than a month of being alone, Yu Wenzhou was no longer as sensitive as when he first came back to see Huang Shaotian, and he did not overreact to Zhou Zekai's arrival.The two of them painted their own paintings in the same room. Occasionally, Yu Wenzhou would ask Zhou Zekai for help with color correction.Even though Zhou Zekai had a talent for colors, this time, he couldn't satisfy Yu Wenzhou every time.

Another painting was finished in color, and Yu Wenzhou put it aside to make a new draft.Zhou Zekai looked around at the paintings in the room, repeating those scenes over and over again, the protagonist is always the young man with small eyes.

A pair of bright black eyes looked at Yu Wenzhou: "Wenzhou, let yourself go." Realism is not difficult. The slight difference between grayscale and grayscale cannot be the decisive factor for success or failure. Yu Wenzhou is unwilling to have results. He wants to Trapped myself in this studio.

He was unwilling to communicate with the outside world, refused to be occupied by fleeting emotions, and wanted to feel the peace in Wang Jiexi's heart.However, what he paints are scenes that touch his heart, and he is driven by the impulse to shout, so how can he be peaceful?Even if he wants to restrain the enthusiasm and presumptuousness of his writing at this moment, and wants to reproduce the original appearance of the material, it is also out of his admiration and desire for Wang Jiexi.

Yu Wenzhou was not ignorant of this.He knows that overcoming the enthusiasm in his nature to walk a sober and lonely path is an unsolvable problem, and he knows that he who insists on solving this unsolvable problem is still driven by enthusiasm.But this time, I don't want my temperament to be a full stop, even if I don't want to, it's one of my temperaments.In short, do not end. "There's no reason to let go."

Zhou Zekai thought of a reason for him, nodded seriously and said, "You are not happy."

Yu Wenzhou stopped the pen in his hand, and made a small arc at the corner of his mouth, which was not as thin as a smile: "Then you are not happy."

Zhou Zekai sent a letter back to London: He is not good, Xinjie is here.