what is your vision

After the studio’s terrace was remodeled, the layout work was carried out in an orderly manner. There are two solid wood long tables and benches in the center, and a white stepped flower stand by the east window. Because there is no time to buy plants in the future, it is temporarily vacant.

The opening plan of the sculpture classroom was only briefly mentioned on Weibo and local forums, and no publicity was advertised; strictly speaking, it was a sideline business, with limited space and time, and the scale should be small and precise, and Lu Yunchu didn't like exaggeration marketing tools.

He stayed in the studio during the day on Saturday and continued to deal with related affairs. He had just had lunch when the door of the terrace was pushed open from the outside: "Hello, may I ask Mr. Lu——"

The eyes met, and the boy's voice stopped abruptly.

"Tao Jin?" Lu Yunchu looked at him in surprise, "Are you here to learn about the course?"

He hesitated and nodded slightly.Coincidentally, Tao Jin found Sabina's news on Weibo before, but he saw the introduction of the sculpture course on the forum, so he didn't realize that the two were posted by the same person.

"Let's sit down for a while." There was no one else at this time, Lu Yunchu made coffee, "Do you drink coffee? I'll pour you a cup."

"Ah, I...whatever, thank you." Tao Jin's voice and appearance gave people a delicate feeling, and because of his shy personality, he always blushed when he spoke.

"I didn't expect to see you again," Lu Yunchu put two cups of coffee on the long table, "Is Sabina okay?"

"Very good, thank you very much," he moved his hand and touched his trouser pocket, "Do you want to see a picture of it?"

"Okay." I haven't seen the little guy for more than a week, Lu Yunchu misses it a bit, watching Tao Jin take out his phone in front of him, and click on the photo album.

Tao Jin lives with his mother now, and there is a small room with bright light for Sabina.The first photo Lu Yunchu saw was a puppy lying lazily on a red velvet cushion.There are two more videos of it playing ball in the back. The soft female voice in the background sound may be Tao Jin's mother.

"It's really active."

"Ah."

Because of talking about Sabina, Tao Jin's restrained state when he first entered the door eased, and he began to sip coffee slowly.

"Do I need to add sugar?" Lu Yunchu asked, "I usually drink sugar-free, so I didn't add it."

Perhaps the taste of the coffee was bitter, the boy frowned slightly, but still shook his head: "It's okay, I think it's just right."

Lu Yunchu knew his age, he was a sophomore in high school, and he was still dissatisfied, but he was the oldest among the children who came to sign up.

Generally speaking, the possibility of trying to learn a certain skill for interest in high school is very low. If you intend to develop in the field of fine arts, you are more likely to choose a targeted exam-oriented training institution.

Lu Yunchu personally has no outdated ideas, but from the perspective of students, he must give appropriate reminders, so he told Tao Jin: "I am just an amateur class here."

"I know, I... like it very much." Speaking of these, he seemed to become embarrassed again, and kept wringing his hands and fingers, "I don't have much interest in schoolwork."

"So..." Lu Yunchu couldn't help being curious, "Then have you considered professional development in the past?"

"It's too late." He shook his head mechanically. "I have drawn a lot of paintings, all of which are drawn by myself. Before... my parents didn't let me learn these."

Just looking at his expression, Lu Yunchu could understand his mood: "What about now?"

"Now... something has happened, and I have a little conflict with them," his eyes dodged slightly. "My mother is not so strict with me. She wants me to do something else to divert my attention."

He didn't say what happened, and the logic in his words was also very strange. After conflicts with his family, the requirements were not so strict--Lu Yunchu didn't know the cause and effect of this, but he was sensitively aware that his position was not enough. It's time to ask.

"I understand," Lu Yunchu motioned him not to say any more, "but hobbies will definitely take up time, you have to arrange it yourself."

"Well," he held the empty coffee cup in his hand, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a smile from the tense facial nerves, "I'm going home."

"I'm going out too, let's go down with you," Lu Yunchu locked the balcony door, "By the way, if you want, you can show me your painting."

"Really?"

"Well, if you want."

"I..." He walked down the stairs slowly, and there was a creaking sound on the iron steps, "Thank you."

"Say hello to Sabina for me."

"it is good."

Under the bright sunlight, the boy's back gradually turned into a white spot.Lu Yunchu walked in the opposite direction, the place he planned to go today was "Art Street".

Most of the raw materials for daily work are bought from building material wholesalers, but if he is teaching, he thinks it is necessary to visit the art supply store.

There is an alley near the university town, and there are several such shops on both sides of the alley. There is an ancient gazebo at the entrance. To the east of the gazebo is an osmanthus tree. In late autumn, golden osmanthus is fragrant and broken flowers are everywhere.Because of the unique scenery, students often come here to sketch, so the alley is called "Art Street".

When Lu Yunchu was studying, he often visited. After re-settling in Sencheng, he found that not only the gazebo osmanthus, but also the previous shops were there.

It is not yet November, and the sweet-scented osmanthus has not yet fallen.In the sunny afternoon, sniffing cinnamon and strolling around the art street, it was supposed to be a relaxing and joyful weekend, but Lu Yunchu's good mood was suddenly shattered when he bumped into an unexpected person.

"Yunchu, is that you?"

While the way out was blocked, Lu Yunchu's sight slowly focused.

"It's really you," Meng Xiao said again, "Long time no see."

It's been a long time indeed.

Lu Yunchu couldn't even remember when he and Meng Xiao were together, and when they broke up. It was less than a year in total.

They were in Italy at that time, and he never imagined that the bloody story of witnessing his boyfriend's cheating scene would happen to him.He punched the other party, moved out of the apartment where he lived together, and treated him like a stranger, and when he returned to the country, the other party completely faded out of his sight.

Meng Xiao has a quarter of European ancestry. He left China when he was a teenager, and his parents also settled in Italy.Lu Yunchu once thought that he would never return to China when he died of old age, and they would never meet again.

But this man came back, and he was in the city where he lived.To say that fate is too flattering to him, after all, the current Meng Xiao in Lu Yunchu's heart, even the air is turbid, which will only increase the pollution.

Dust danced under the sun, and there was an indifferent face reflected in the shop window, Lu Yunchu raised his foot and planned to walk around him directly.Meng Xiao continued, "Have you grown your hair long?"

It is true that Lu Yunchu's hair was only grown after returning to China, Meng Xiao had never seen him look like this before.He paused: "What does it have to do with you?"

"It's okay." Meng Xiao was neither angry nor annoyed, "I want to say that it suits you very well, your temperament is more perfect."

"Thank you," Lu Yunchu said without hesitation, "But I know such a simple fact by looking in the mirror every day, so don't bother you to talk nonsense."

"Yunchu, it's been so long, is it necessary for you to still hold your gun and stick like this?"

"Don't get in my way, of course I don't carry a gun with a stick." Lu Yunchu vigorously pushed the man in front of him, and walked quickly through the alleyway while he was stunned because he couldn't stand still.

If you encounter a bad personnel situation, you will naturally not be able to go shopping that day.But Lu Yunchu's temper came and went quickly, as soon as he returned to his familiar territory, his nerves immediately relaxed.

The sun began to shift towards the west, and the southwest wall of the studio was bathed in the radiance of molten gold.

The reason why Meng Xiao returned to China had nothing to do with him; the emotions that had become non-recyclable garbage a few years ago had long been broken down to nothing left.