as you meet

On Saturday night, with a bright moon in the sky, Ji Yusheng suffered from insomnia.He felt that the chirping of cicadas outside the window was too noisy, so he closed the window, but after closing the window, he heard the stomping of people upstairs, so he could only stay in the quilt and toss and turn.Later, I couldn't bear to sleep with my eyes open on the bed, so I got up, turned on a small desk lamp on the desk, and looked at the painting I studied in class with a light yellow light.

He took a book from the bottom of his backpack and put it on the table.He has to be careful to hide his dreams well, otherwise his mother will take a hammer and smash his dreams without showing any emotion. This is probably because the mother really cares about what his father does.

However, the moonlight seemed unwilling to illuminate any painting, always hiding at the foot of the table, so Ji Yusheng could only turn up the lamp a little bit brighter.

He stroked the painting lightly. Although the painting was about a funeral, his heart felt extremely peaceful, just like the sea resting silently at night.

"Follow the painting made in your heart..." Ji Yusheng caressed the painting lightly, pondering over what Song Shihe said.

The next morning, Ji Yusheng planned to buy some flowers for his father early in the morning, and then went to the seaside promenade to wait for Song Shihe.Unexpectedly, when I carefully sorted and counted the items in the morning, I woke up my mother.

Mother opened the door and saw Ji Yusheng's tidying up, her eyes darkened first, and then when she saw the book on the table, she turned into a huge wave.

"Why are you reading this kind of book again?"

Ji Yusheng became very panicked in an instant.

When he ran embarrassingly to the seaside promenade with flowers in his arms, Song Shihe was leaning on the railing and looking at the sea.The wind in the morning was completely different from the atmosphere at home, and he was not anxious at all. The sun was blowing towards Song Shihe's face, accompanied by the flying seagulls, making Song Shihe's outline very gentle.

Song Shihe dressed more formally than usual for class today. He wore a thin plaid coat lined with a black shirt and casual suit trousers. Vigorous.But he took a big red plastic bag in his hand.

This plastic bag really didn't suit him, just like seeing a stick figure in an oil painting exhibition, Ji Yusheng immediately thought it was a little funny.

As soon as Song Shihe saw Ji Yusheng, he turned around and waved to him to greet him.

A sea breeze blew by, and today's sea breeze could smell a faint salty smell, which made Ji Yusheng's eyes sore.

"Good morning." At first, I thought today was not the best day in my life, but after seeing Song Shihe, I realized that it might be the brightest morning in my life.

Song Shihe picked up the plastic bag and handed it to Ji Yusheng. Ji Yusheng opened it suspiciously and found two bunches of white chrysanthemums, some incense candles, fruits, etc. inside.

Seeing Ji Yusheng staring at the things in the plastic bag motionless, Song Shihe touched the back of his head and said

"Sorry, because I don't often have the custom of worshiping at home, so I don't know what to prepare, so I checked it online. I'm sorry if there is something wrong."

"It's okay...it's okay, thank you." Ji Yusheng waved his hands hastily.

When he arrived at the cemetery, Ji Yusheng knelt down and wiped the tombstone carefully.

Song Shihe looked at the black-and-white photos and names on the tombstone, and always felt very familiar, as if he had seen the people in the pictures and the names somewhere.

Song Shihe saw that Ji Yusheng was preparing all kinds of things very carefully, so he also squatted down to help Ji Yusheng tidy up.

During the worship, Ji Yusheng closed his eyes, and Song Shihe looked at him from the side.At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew Ji Yusheng's clothes against his skin.

Very thin, very frail, this was Song Shihe's first impression.Then there was distress, and for the first time, such a warm, dissatisfaction with reality, dissatisfaction with the winter wind blowing wantonly in spring, dissatisfaction with the winter wind does not know how to pity the rose that is only supported by a thin green branch.

Song Shihe really wanted to say something to Ji Yusheng's father, but he felt that his relationship with Ji Yusheng was not so close now, and it was unexpected luck to be able to accompany him here.

It would be great if he could meet him a few springs earlier, then now, he can openly ask Ji Yusheng's father to rest assured.

After the worship, they left together.

"It seems that you have a good relationship with your father." Song Shihe said as he walked.

"Well, because he's the only one in my family who supports me in pursuing my dreams."

"He said that only with dreams can there be pleasant nights, fragrant flowers and gentle breezes in the world."

"I really envy you. My father never paid any attention to me. He was even very opposed to my pursuit of my dream before. Maybe he saw it later and felt that he couldn't stop me."

Ji Yusheng forced a smile.

"Yes, my father was also the only safe haven for my dreams. But his departure took away my sky."

He was talking and suddenly fell silent, and after a while he said

"I am no longer a lark who can fly in the sky without restraint."

Song Shihe seemed to be able to see a vibrant lark locked in a cage. With the restrictions day after day, he gradually lost his aura, persistence and dreams.

Ji Yusheng suddenly realized that he was a bit ashamed to be sentimental in front of Song Shihe suddenly, and at the same time regretted it. It was obviously his own complaints, which seemed powerless and fragile, why did he say it...

In order to divert the topic, Ji Yusheng remembered the group homework he had been worrying about a few days ago, so he asked Song Shihe

"May I ask, in addition to the reference materials provided on the art assignment, can Mr. Song recommend some additional reference books?"

"Huh? Having trouble with schoolwork?"

"I did encounter a bit of difficulty, after analyzing with basic elements, I seemed to lose my direction..."

Song Shihe asked after a chuckle

"Do you have time next Saturday?"

"Let's go to the painting together."

Ji Yusheng was talking about his troubles, but he stopped when he heard this sentence. Song Shihe's words never caught him off guard.