Dressed as a stand-in for the female protagonist

??Yucheng has not yet ushered in its rainy season, and many people take advantage of the freshness of spring to go out on rest days.

??In this beautiful sunny day in May, tourists come and go in the park.

??Xie Qingtang was wearing a pair of slim-fit jeans, and her upper body was a sweater of a similar style to Chang Yishao's - she didn't like to buy clothes. She rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and found that most of them were infected with Chang Yishao's style and habits.It's okay if two people are not together, but when they travel together, the meaning will become stronger.

??Compared to Chang Yishao, who was carrying a camera on her shoulder, Xie Qingtang was more relaxed.

??The locust tree in May ushered in its blooming season, and the white flower strings falling from the green leaves hung on the branches, swaying in the breeze.From time to time, a few flowers are blown down by the wind, spreading on the ground like rice grains.

?? There are not many green plants in the park, surrounded by back and forth, forming? m small flower exhibitions one after another.People sitting in twos and twos resting under the shade of the trees laughed lightly from time to time.

?? "Peony, iris, rose, violet..." Xie Qingtang leaned in front of the flowers and leaned over to sniff.Chang Yishao didn't come close, she always remembered her plan before going out, and with the click sound, an eternal scene was left in the camera.

?? Xie Qingtang looked back just when she heard the shutter sound.

??She straightened up, looked at Chang Yishao with a smile, and said, "Mr. Chang, you need to pay extra for sneak shots."

??Chang Yishao held the camera with one hand, rubbed her fingers lightly near the shutter button, she nodded, and said in a moderate voice, "Okay."

???m looked at the flowers by himself, and ?m took photos behind him. In this way, Chang Yishao looked like her royal photographer.Xie Qingtang thought that she didn't care about these things, but in fact, she gave in after the state didn't last long.With her hands behind her back, she walked briskly towards Chang Yishao, leaning forward when approaching her.Her eyes collided with Chang Yishao, she blinked and said, "Mr. Chang, you invited me out just to take pictures?" After a pause, she smiled again, "Isn't it important to have a DSLR?"

??Chang Yishao: "..." She pursed her lips and handed the camera to Xie Qingtang.

??Xie Qingtang breathed a sigh of relief.Compared with the weight of the SLR, it is obviously Chang Yishao's silence that makes people feel heavier.

?? There are not many locust trees in the park, and I came across a few after a few rounds.Women, old people, and even a few children were cutting pagoda trees, and there were small bamboo baskets on the ground.

??Xie Qingtang cast his curious gaze over there.

??Chang Yishao said: "They picked Sophora japonica, they should be making Sophora japonica rice, or Sophora japonica steamed fish?"

?? "Is that so—" Xie Qingtang drew his tone.

"Want to eat?" Chang Yishao blinked.

??Xie Qingtang looked at Chang Yishao with some amusement, and asked back: "In your eyes, I am someone who wants to eat everything?"

??Chang Yishao didn't answer, but she thought to herself that what she said was basically right.Several times, it was obvious that she would never eat the dishes in her mouth, and finally proved the so-called "true fragrance" theorem time and time again.

?? Xie Qingtang could see her thoughts from Chang Yishao's expression, hummed softly, she reached out and brushed the Sophora japonica flower on Chang Yishao's shoulder, tapped her shoulder and said, "Go there Stand by."

"Huh?" Chang Yishao was a little puzzled. Seeing that Xie Qingtang had no intention of continuing to explain, she finally silently walked to the position designated by Xie Qingtang, obeyed her command, and turned slightly left and right.

??Acacia flowers hang down, almost lighting Chang Yishao's long hair.The person between the white and green scenery has a face like porcelain and a tall body.She Chang Yishao is not a landscape that can be painted. ?m took several photos in a row, Xie Qingtang licked his lips, and said in a ?m voice: "Okay." Her gaze passed Chang Yishao, passed the locust tree, and landed on the pavilion. On the kite flying in the sky.

"What are you looking at?" Chang Yishao asked casually, she turned around to meet Xie Qingtang's gaze, and said after a while, "Kite." It was a little far away, and according to the agreement, she could tell that it was in the shape of a dragon.

"Let's go, let's go—" Xie Qingtang grabbed Chang Yishao's wrist with great interest.Take her and run quickly to the place where the kite is flying.For ordinary people, flying a kite will achieve the goal, but in fact there are other ways.For example, the Swallow kite can compete to chase each other in the air, while the Harrier kite can hover above it like a real eagle, which also has high requirements for kite-making.

??Chang Yishao was trotted by Xie Qingtang?m road, her heart beat suddenly accelerated, and the late spring wind blew hot air on her face, unexpectedly bringing her a burst of long-lost vitality.Xie Qingtang who stopped walking put the camera back into her hand, without even a word of explanation, but focused on the person sitting cross-legged on the ground, who was concentrating on piercing the kite.The kite in his hand has entered the stage of pasting. Looking at the skeleton next to ?m and the painted colored silk, it can be seen that it is a skinny sand swallow kite.

?? "There are very few craftsmen in the park now." Chang Yishao calmed down, walked to Xie Qingtang's side, and sighed softly.

??Xie Qingtang's eyes were bright, and she said: "My idea of ​​live broadcasting is not wrong." At the end, she added a ?m sentence, "What kind of rubbish singer, whoever likes to be the one."

??Chang Yishao: "..."

??From design, material selection, tying to final installation of special devices such as organs, the time spent is not short.It's just that on the signboard on the side of the craftsman, the marked price is only "ten yuan", which is far from enough to pay for his effort.Kites with facial makeup, three-dimensional palace lantern kites, and ladies' kites are of various shapes and colors, but they rarely attract tourists to stop.

?? "Buy a kite." Xie Qingtang looked at Chang Yishao with a twinkle in his eyes.

??Chang Yishao looked at her with raised eyebrows, and asked, "You let it go?"

Xie Qingtang shrugged her shoulders, and she said, "I don't work hard, and I don't know the grains." After saying this, she didn't care about Chang Yishao's demeanor, and bought a folding fan kite with her own money.Handing it into Chang Yishao's hand, she smiled and said, "Summer is coming soon, and you said that the fan you will give me is not ready yet, so let me give you a folding fan kite first in this spring evening."

?? "Mr. Chang, you will not disappoint my expectations, will you?"

??In Xie Qingtang's sight, Chang Yishao reached out and took the kite and string with her fingers.She couldn't remember how many years it had been since she had flown a kite. She had done many activities in the past, but none of them had anything to do with such a childlike activity as kite flying.

"There is an open space ahead, let's go." Xie Qingtang urged, and spontaneously took the heavy object from Chang Yishao's hand.

?? There was a smile on her face, like the swaying spring breeze, no longer hiding the three-point banter as usual.

??Chang Yishao's body was a little stiff, and it took her a while to move.Looking down at the kite in her hand, she sighed leisurely. There is no fear in the field of life and death. Right now it is just flying a kite, so why worry about it!

?? Xie Qingtang easily found her place.

??Since you have a camera, you should be an honest recorder.

??Chang Yishao's steps are not long, with an obvious restraint wrapped around her body.He was just trotting for a while, and after flying the kite, he finally let go completely.Xie Qingtang looked at Chang Yishao, who had accomplished it just once, and felt somewhat emotional. God knows how many times she would crash while flying a kite.

??This park is not far from the school. In fact, many tourists come and go from the students and parents of the school district.

??Xie Qingtang was looking at Chang Yishao intently, when a surprise voice suddenly came from his ears.Turning around? M look, but it is a few students who participated in the social practice of Pingyao.

?? "Mr. Xie—" The leader waved his hand at Xie Qingtang, then glanced at Chang Yishao on the side of ?m, and said with a smile, "Teacher Chang likes to fly kites."

??Xie Qingtang glanced at Chang Yishao, and saw that she didn't seem to have heard this sentence.She nodded and replied, "Yes."

?? "Mr. Xie, you have a very good relationship with Teacher Chang." ?m looked at Xie Qingtang and Chang Yishao with both eyes, and his ordinary words suddenly became a little more ambiguous because of their eyes.

?? Xie Qingtang smiled and said nothing, but she was still afraid of the students' questioning.She put away the camera, turned her eyes slightly, and said, "How about doing me a favor?"

?? "Okay, okay." The smiling student deserved it.

??When the students finished their "task" and ran back, Chang Yishao was already slowly rewinding the line.Flying a kite is physical work.Listening to the movement, Xie Qingtang took two bunches of candied haws filled with glutinous rice from the students, walked up to Chang Yishao, stared at her with a smile, and said, "Mr. Chang, how about something sweeter?"

??Chang Yishao stared at Xie Qingtang, as if he didn't hear the students' booing and joking.Her expression is focused, her eyes are deep, like an abyss, and inside is the bottomless darkness.After a long while, she reached out to take the candied haws and said, "The hawthorn inside may be sour."

??Xie Qingtang shrugged, and said indifferently: "Just spit out the sour, why bother yourself."

??Chang Yishao was silent, and after a while a smile appeared on her face. She nodded and said briskly, "Yes, you are right." After a pause, she added, "Thank you... for your kite."

??The experience of running against the wind brings a long-lost pleasure.

???m The two protagonists in this incident, some are happy, while others are on pins and needles.

??He Yanjin did not expect that there would be news related to "plagiarism" on the Internet. She didn't know what went wrong.The music score was given to her by Zhou Yunmeng, with the purpose of inspiring her—this means that Yunmeng Entertainment has bought its copyright together with the authorship right?m, but why is this the result?

??He Yanjin was at a loss, and at the same time couldn't suppress the annoyance and anger deep in his heart.

??She called Zhou Yunmeng, but there was a beeping busy tone on the other side, and she changed the state of answering in seconds.

"She went to the art exhibition again?" He Yanjin's tone was full of anger, like an oil barrel with sparks jumping, and it was about to explode in the next?m. "Whose art exhibitions did she see?" He Yanjin shuddered, and a terrible guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

?? Zhou Yunmeng did not go to see the art exhibition.

??She was in her room, didn't go out at all, her phone was turned to silent, and she didn't want to read anyone's news.

?? In front of her was a piece of yellowed letterhead with familiar handwriting on it. "Old things" are old things found in He Yanjin's apartment, and her memories about Chang Yishao were put into a pile.For some reason, she hadn't cleared things out.Every piece of information is delayed in time, but even if there is no delay, it may not change anything.

??She already knew that He Yanjin hated Qi Yu.

?? Because during that time, Chang Yishao often went to Pingyao, and Qi Yu was also escorted by the old man to work as a helper in the kiln, but she did not become a craftsman like the old man after all.

?? "If you don't come, just let me know with a m sound."

??Zhou Yunmeng's fingertips brushed over that line of words that was also engraved in his heart.

?? Qi Yu didn't tell her if she would come or not, and her emotions fluctuated between great joy and great sorrow.But on that night of pouring rain, her heart was still turned into dead ashes in the hopeless emptiness, blowing away with the wind.

?? No one remembers except herself.

?? Zhou Yunmeng felt tired, she seemed to be trapped in a dark sea of ​​fatigue, unable to get in touch with the fresh air outside.

?? She raised her finger and brushed her fingertips across the screen of the phone. She remembered the sheet music that carried her full of malice.

?? It was picked up by the workers of the flat kiln and handed to her.

??She happened to pass by that place, and before that, only Qi Yu and Xie Qingtang walked there.

??She found the owner of the score without any difficulty, but she turned around and handed the thing to He Yanjin.

??I won't be her thought, a ?m part of her painting.

?? Zhou Yunmeng thought to himself.

?? Doing bad things is actually more brave than confessing your heart.