as long as you love

Hua Qi returned home just in time for lunch, and Aunt Wang knew that he was coming back, so she set the meal on the table early.

He was alone at the huge dinner table.

The boy smiled wryly.

Aunt Wang stood aside, fiddling with the dried flowers in the middle of the table, and hadn't left yet.

Hua Qi asked, "Aunt Wang, have you eaten yet? Would you like to sit down and eat with me, I can't finish all this alone."

"No, no, no," Aunt Wang rubbed her hands and said with a smile, "I've already eaten, young master, you can eat by yourself. It's okay if you can't finish it."

Hua Qi: "..."

Does he really look like he's worried about running out of food?

That's it.

After resting for two days, I finally recovered a bit and regained the vitality before the military training.

Back home after lunch, Hua Qi passed the stairs to the third floor.The window lattice in the stairwell was open, and the sunny sunlight shone through the colorful glass, creating bewitching spots of light.Dazzling.

Hua Qi looked up in that direction, hesitated for a moment, and walked up the stairs.

At the end of the corridor on the third floor.Dusty studio.

Not to mention dusty.Occasionally, the hourly workers will come in and clean the ground, at least to ensure that the ground is free of dust.

The paintings are expensive items, and although Hua Qi put them in a mess, they have their own order inside. The hourly workers are greeted every time, and they dare not touch those paintings.

Naturally, a layer of dust fell.

It just so happened that the weather was fine today, and time was free, so Hua Qi got a little excited, fetched water and paint, and wanted to polish all these paintings again.

The paintings on the three walls, from the clumsy graffiti when I was young, to the landscape copying and character sketches when I was studying with Amanda in the United States, the paintings in the past two years finally couldn't hang on the walls, and they were arranged on the ground, stacked in a mess.These paintings have different styles and periods, but they record the owner's thoughts and journeys bit by bit.

Hua Qi held the towel she begged for from Aunt Wang, dipped in a little protective oil, and wiped the surface of the canvas carefully.At the same time, I began to think about how I came into contact with painting.

Everything seems to be due to life experience in the United States.But thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime away.From the age of 6 to 11, five years took up nearly one-third of my life.Talking about or mentioning it now is so strange and unfamiliar.Uncle Connor, Amanda, weekend camping school, strange and friendly classmates.

Thinking of this, Hua Qi smiled.

It seems that he has been facing such a situation: strange environment, strange crowd.

This is the case from the original family to the Hua family, from the homeland to the United States, from the United States, and the new junior high school.Now, it is the same.

That sense of tearing from the surrounding environment penetrates deep into my heart, like a thorn, pierced in my heart finely. Whenever you adjust the direction, the new place will feel the tingling again.

Endless, endless.

But still with a smile on his face, he said:

You see, I'm pretty good at what life is right now.

Because he was afraid of the suspicious and worried expression that might appear on the faces of everyone around him who was paying attention to him.

From birth to now, counting the three years that he has no memory, it can be said that he went around, swaying, and never landed on the ground.

No, maybe once.

Fall into the warm embrace of a person for a short time.

But now, it's floating again, you see.

The paintings are divided into categories, some are wiped with water, and some are put on a layer of protective oil before being put back in place one by one.

I changed two basins of water and wiped almost all the paintings in the studio that could be wiped.Only then did Hua Qi rest.

In fact, there is still one painting that has not been wiped.

But Hua Qi didn't want to rub it.

Just like the painting with dust on it, dust should also fall on the mind of the person in the painting.

He could hardly find himself.

That person is like his wife, illuminating the whole world, but once he leaves, leaving behind is a dark and dead silence.

It's not a good feeling to have a life out of your control.

It's like looking at a black-and-white spiral picture, which is obviously static, but it spins in sight.

It's been a long time.Dizziness, weightlessness, until loss of strength.

But the line of sight seems to be tied to it, involuntarily and powerless to resist.

It sucks.

Hua Qi looked out the window.The afternoon sun is just right.

He decided to paint.

One person carried the easel, the drawing board and the box containing the paint brushes, and made two trips to the garden.

The garden of Huazhai is actually not big, but there is a small hill behind it. The grass on it is green, and there is an unknown shrub with small leaves, which will bear clusters of small red berries in autumn.It can be eaten, but the taste is not very good. Hua Qi tasted it twice before, and his tongue was sour after eating, so he gave up.

But the painting is very good.

It's a pity that the small berries haven't come out yet, only the round green leaves.

Then draw the sky, the sky is cloudy and light, the most beautiful.

Hua Qi thought for a while, dipped in two colors and adjusted it, spread water on the canvas in advance, and with a touch of the brush, the colors would smudge away.

In fact, skylight is the best painting.But it is also extremely difficult to draw the same.

Like that person, there are so many excellent people like him in the world, but there is only one person like him.

There is only one.What should be done.

Paintbrush meal.

Why did I think of him again.

Hua Qi was secretly annoyed, and bent down to his right hand, trying to wipe away the newly blurred color with the brush, when he saw a timid little boy standing there under a tree not far away.

Seeing someone looking over, he got nervous for a moment, and then unexpectedly took two steps towards this side.

I don't know whose child it is.

Hua Qi thought.

He was surprised to find that the child's eyebrows and eyes were three points similar to the people he saw every time he looked in the mirror.

The little boy moved two steps to this side and called, "Uncle."

Hua Qi: "..."

Is he that old?

Before Hua Qi got angry, the little boy asked again, "What are you doing?"

"Painting!" Hua Qi said angrily.

"What are you drawing?" the little boy asked again.

"Look for yourself." Hua Qi couldn't get angry with such an ignorant child, so he stepped aside a little and said to him.

Sure enough, the little boy came over, pretended to look at it carefully, and then smiled, the little pear dimples on his cheeks were not too cute: "Uncle, your paintings are so beautiful."

The child's little finger approached the painting cautiously, and tapped the corner where the water stains gathered, and a small water droplet with lake blue paint was sucked on his little finger.He looked at the water droplets for a while playfully, then raised his head and asked excitedly, "Uncle, can you teach me how to draw? I'm so bored."

Hua Qi directly made up the other party's brain as an unaccompanied child whose parents were not at home, and felt a little sympathetic.As soon as I changed my mind, I said, "Come here."

The little boy obediently walked to Hua Qi, Hua Qi held his hand and pressed his hand to the palette.

The little boy exclaimed "ah", his eyes widened, a little shocked.

Hua Qi ignored the other party's reaction, but held his hand and pressed it directly on the canvas.

A small blue handprint came out.

A landscape painting with expensive raw materials has turned into graffiti, and Hua Qi does not feel distressed.

The little boy seemed to have never played like this before, his eyes were full of emotions and shimmering.

"Here, come again." Hua Qi pointed to a place and said to the little boy with a smile.

Excited, the little boy tentatively stretched out his hand and pressed on the canvas.This time the handprint is a little lighter, but it can still be seen that it is a handprint.

Hua Qi simply dipped a little of the other colors in the paint box, added some water, and spread them on the palette.

Colorful mixed colors.

The little boy was happier.

"The colors of the rainbow," he said.

When Hua Qi hugged the little boy, he also took a handprint on the top piece of the canvas.The whole picture has been transformed into a splendid painting.

is a tree.

Colorful trees.

Each finger is a branch.Intertwined and mixed, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

At first, the position of clapping handprints seemed to be random, but in fact Hua Qi controlled the landing point and angle.

The little boy giggled happily.

"Uncle, you are amazing."

The corner of Hua Qi's mouth twitched. —I'd be happier if you didn't call me uncle.

But soon the little boy looked lonely again.

"But I should go home."

As Hua Qi watched, the smile on the corner of the little boy's mouth drooped, like a clover that closed without sunlight.He paused, not knowing how to comfort him.

"Uncle, can I come and play with you in the future?" The little boy suddenly raised his head and looked at him expectantly.

Hua Qi looked at the other party's small round almond eyes, his heart was a little soft, and he wanted to agree, but,

"I'm usually not home."

After that, I must have been in school for a long time.

"It's okay." The little boy lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his face and said with a smile, "I will find you."

There is something magical about this kid.

Hua Qi was thinking about it.Caught off guard, someone approached and took a sneak attack.

The child gave him a slap on the face, then ran away a few steps, and waved to him: "Goodbye, uncle!"

The child's voice was cheerful and joyful, and his short legs were swaying, and he disappeared after a while.

Hua Qi sat stiffly on the spot, touching his cheeks that were stained with colored paint.When the child kissed him just now, his little hand came up to hold him...

Little devil.

……

The sky flickers on and off.

Hua Qi slowly opened his eyes.

I actually fell asleep on the grass slope.

I can't remember what I dreamed about in my dream.But that comfortable and warm feeling is the same as the temperature of the sun.

Hua Qi stood up, patted the grass clippings on his pants, and walked to the drawing place.

The painting on the canvas is half painted, blue sky clouds, grassy slopes, and rolling bushes.It has dried out.

Hua Qi looked up at the sky, the sun was covered by a thick cloud.

Draw it next time.

Hua Qi loosened the drawing board and put it in a painting bag.He collected the bracket again, put it in its storage bag, and lifted it in his hand.

Come back home.

The author has something to say:

emmm... This little boy... is not Hua Qi's imagination.It will appear later, everyone will wait and see. ^v^

Can anyone guess the identity of the little boy?Ha ha…