Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

Afterwards, they went to the lake several times together. The river was still gurgling, but the grass was gradually covered with a thin layer of frost. After several autumn rains and cold dew, when Jihe went out that day, he saw a yellow dendrobium plant in front of the community. The tree has fallen to the ground with dead leaves.

He fell in love with painting, and was especially obsessed with rendering colors wantonly in the middle of the night. There was a lamp in front of the table, and when the night was quiet, he placed a book of prose poems.A little bit of yellow halo light, Zhu Ziqing said, set off a quiet and peaceful night.

Painting in such a silent night is easy to make people fascinated. In fact, it is not only painting, but also writing poems, lyrics, playing the piano and even singing. All activities related to art and spiritual expression are due to the night. It reveals pure and quiet affection, which becomes noble and charming.

He paints distant landscapes with clear horizons and water waves. The field is covered with fluffy grasses. They are very close to each other, and a gust of wind can make them fall in love.

Also draw the sky, morning and night, the soft dawn stains the white windows, let children who are used to getting up late gradually get used to the light.And the angel, Thistle and painted his autumn trench coat, stood in front of the tall church, it was Christmas morning, the glass covered with sugar wrappers, and illustrations from northern fairy tales.

After getting to know Lu Ming, he realized that he wanted to talk so much. In ordinary life, Ji He is a child who is not very talkative, and he is always shy about expressing his emotions. So when he sat in front of the drawing board, waved When painting, the strong emotions in my heart often damage the paper, laying out layers of bright colors, and the implicit meaning is almost ready to come out.

One day, after seeing the homework he handed in, the art teacher stared at Ji He's face for a long time.

"You drew all this?"

Jihe nodded: "En."

The teacher frowned: "There is one that really looks like El Salvador."

Jihe asked, "Who is Salvador?"

The teacher smiled, Jihe saw her smile for the first time, and she said: "Good boy, let your father or mother come to school tomorrow."

Of course, what is gained is what is lost. In stark contrast to the rapid progress in art, it is his culture class performance, long-term neglect and negligence. Named and criticized a few students who had regressed a lot, and Ji He's name was ranked first on the list.

On the last day of autumn, he and Luming came to the countryside again. The weather was already very cold, the vegetation was falling, and the fir tree had lost all its leaves, leaving only a dead branch swaying in the cold wind.

Lu Ming said: "Winter is coming soon, and the art test will be over in a month or so."

Ji He said, "Yeah. How fast, we've known each other for such a long time."

Lu Ming smiled: "You really don't worry, that's right, even the art teacher said that you are the most talented student she has taught in the past 20 years. That's cool."

"You too." Ji He sighed contentedly.

"No, no, of course I am not," Lu Ming shook his head, "You really like painting, and I really like living with you."

"..." Ji He lowered his head shyly, he felt that they both like the same things, "I want to be admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, if you don't want to be separated from me, can you also take the exam there?"

Lu Ming smiled and shook his head, neither saying yes nor no, noncommittal: "Ji He, have you ever watched a play called "Secret Love in Peach Blossom Spring"?"

"I've seen it. It's a classic play."

"Do you like this drama? I can understand what it wants to express, but I don't like this story," Lu Ming said, "It is said that truth emerges from chaos. atmosphere."

Ji He smiled and didn't follow his words to get into the details: "This has something to do with the background of the premiere at that time. After all, it was in Taiwan. I don't know much about it, but I was very moved when I watched it."

Lu Ming lowered his eyelashes and said, "I think if the author knew me before writing the script, he wouldn't have arranged such an ending."

Ji He said, "I know you too."

"That's why I said you are amazing." He turned his face and looked into Ji He's eyes unobstructed, "Maybe you don't even feel it yourself."

Ji He lowered his head again, his heart pounding, every time Lu Ming looked at something intently, the deep eyes would burn him unexpectedly.

"Ji He, study your culture class well. You have regressed too much recently. If you want to enter the Central Academy of Fine Arts, you can't just be good at fine arts."

Ji He said: "Yeah, I will. You are the same as what my mother said, but she is stricter than you. She doesn't believe that I can be admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts."

Lu Ming frowned: "You have to pass any culture class, you have to pay attention to this."

Ji He couldn't help nodding: "Okay, okay, I see." Seeing that he raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, he hurriedly said, "I'm practicing drawing animals recently, and I'll give this painting to you when it's finished, okay?" ?”

Lu Ming turned his head: "No, I want a new one."

Jihe smiled and said, "What kind?"

"A fat rabbit."

Ji He raised the corners of his mouth, and they looked at each other and smiled.Although my heart is still empty.

Looking at his slightly worried eyes, Ji He really wanted to tell him that the reason why he likes painting is that it can express the unspeakable emotions in his heart, but these are all caused by the cold characters in the culture class. It cannot be replaced.

And how could he express these heavy thoughts?

The day of the art test is approaching day by day, but Ji He's performance in cultural subjects still does not improve.

The class teacher asked him to talk to him countless times, but it was just a drop in the bucket. He wrote a composition titled "Looking Northwest, Shooting Sirius". Defiled his gratitude to him.

After finishing this composition, he put down his pen, and Ji He looked up at the night outside the window. The heavy cold at midnight covered the dirty window, then he closed the book and went to bed.

Jihe had a dream. He dreamed that he was in a place near the South Pole, where it snowed two hundred days a year and was covered with ice and snow for three hundred days. The figure stood, watching the wind and snow spread across the sky.

Then he woke up, this blue dream made him a little sad.

He threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and went downstairs to find water to drink.At the corner of the stairs, he saw a light in the living room, so he paused.

Sure enough, it was mom.

Jihe walked over slowly, and sat down tightly holding her arm.

During that time, because of Ji and grades, they had quarreled many times. It was nothing more than a long-term tug-of-war between one side's earnest hatred of iron and steel and the other's you don't understand me, which is common in youth Drama, every time after the swords are drawn, there will always be a cold and hard air on the dinner table, but no one wants to bow their heads.Although Jihe has a gentle personality, his inner persistence is much stronger than that of ordinary children.Thinking about it later, he didn't even remember whether there was still a cold war between him and his mother that night.

He only remembered that after a while of silence, it was his mother who spoke first, and she said, "It's getting cold, let me add another quilt for you."

Jihe nodded.

Mom stood up, stepped on her slippers and went back to the house. After a while, she stood at the door with a thick quilt in her arms, "Take me to your room."

Mom came in and spread the quilt carefully.But she didn't go.She sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand, wanted to touch his head, and stopped in mid-air, probably because she suddenly realized that her son was already a teenage boy, so she took her hand back embarrassingly, " Jihe, your father and I always thought that you would be better."

"Yeah." Ji He answered absent-mindedly.

"Jihe, with your grades, if you don't count as an art student, you can only go to a better junior college."

Ji He raised his head: "You and Dad have said this sentence more than once."

"But you have to listen." Mom smiled helplessly, probably because it was late at night, and there was a deep tiredness in her smile, "Tell mom, why don't you want to work hard for your own future?" Woolen cloth?"

"I didn't stop working hard," Ji He looked at her face calmly, "I just don't think it's necessary. Since I can rely on art students to take shortcuts, why do I have to hang my head and stab my ass like those ordinary students who don't have special skills? ? Then where is my sense of superiority as an art student reflected?"

"You..." Mom laughed incredulously, "Do you think you study art and painting just to show your sense of superiority?"

Ji He gritted his teeth: "I didn't say that. I just think that an art student should at least have a little respect for freedom."

"Then what do you think is your so-called freedom, or the future?" Mom said slowly.

"Everyone will have a different answer to this kind of question." Ji He said, "It doesn't make sense."

"Then what do you think makes sense?"

Ji He was taken aback, the somewhat sad dream he had just now suddenly appeared in his mind, so he softened his tone: "I don't know either."

"Then you should try to listen to other people's opinions, and," my mother looked at him, "how do you know that you can be admitted to a good university just because you are an art student? Are you so confident in your own level? "

These words hit his heart.

Ji He opened his eyes. He never thought that his mother was so fierce. Because of the night, what she said burned Ji He like a fire. Said: "You haven't taken the college entrance examination yet, how do you know that you will pass it? The threshold of the Central Academy of Fine Arts is much higher than you imagined."

Jihe was irritated, he jumped up, and said loudly to his mother: "Okay, then I will study hard, and I will get up early tomorrow to memorize the books, and I will also memorize those troublesome mathematical formulas in my mind, and I will Let's see if the Central Academy of Fine Arts will give me a high opinion because my score in the college entrance examination was more than 20 points higher than the cut-off mark!"

And it turns out that he really overestimated himself.After intensive and angry review, Ji He's performance in cultural subjects improved, and all the teachers were very happy, but to everyone's surprise, he failed the professional courses, and his scores in the art test were not higher than The admission line of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

In other words, he went to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, but failed.

The art teacher patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, kid, many great painters were not appreciated when they were young, and that's okay."

Jihe just felt embarrassed.

He didn't want to go home because he didn't want to see his mother, and the almost palpable shame was driving him crazy.What mom said is right, when you are so confident that you don't know what you want, you should try to listen to other people's opinions, and he has no chance to know whether CAFA will The homework is good, so I gave that person a high look.

He also didn't want to go to school, because besides his mother, the last person he didn't want to see was Lu Ming.

That was the longest winter in memory. He hibernated in his room wrapped in a thick quilt, and refused to answer anyone who knocked on the door. He lay on the floor, sometimes sleeping, sometimes crying.

After the winter vacation, spring came. It was the last four months before the college entrance examination. Ji He finally got out of the shadow of failing the art examination and decided to apply for the Zhejiang Academy of Fine Arts. His score was ten points lower than that of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

Mom knocked on the door again: "It's hot, Ji He, Mom will change you to a thinner quilt."

Jihe opened the door and said to her, "I'm sorry, Mom."

Mom said, "It doesn't matter."

Ji He clenched the corners of his clothes: "I'm going to school, I will study hard, and I will definitely live up to your and Dad's expectations."

Mom smiled in surprise, "I think you've grown up a little bit, Ji He." Then she paused, "It's their loss that Central Academy of Fine Arts didn't admit you."

The art test has passed, and the rest of the time is to sprint for the college entrance examination. Fortunately, his hard work before the winter vacation was not in vain, and his grades in cultural subjects remained at the level before the holiday. An illusion of time passing quietly.

Students holding books walked in twos and threes on the tree-lined avenue of the campus. Ji He passed through them and came to the end of the path. The evening breeze was blowing, and he saw Lu Ming standing there under the dim street lights.

One or two drops of cool water hit the back of his hand, and a drunken feeling rose up. He walked a few steps to Lu Ming's side and said, "It's raining."

"It stopped after a while." Lu Ming smiled.

"Are you tired?"

Lu Ming tilted his head: "Why do you say that?"

"Because looking from my direction, your expression is almost sad."

Lu Ming rubbed his eyes: "It's okay. I don't have any experience worth mentioning." Then he turned around and looked at Ji He's face, "I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time."

There was a twinkle in his eye when he said this.Ji He knew that he didn't get into the school he wanted in the art exam, even though it wasn't the Central Academy of Fine Arts, but Ji He also felt sorry for him.

He said: "Now I don't have to go to the studio anymore. I do homework in the class for evening self-study. Instead, I don't have the freedom I used to have."

They walked quietly, and Ji He said, "I've talked about freedom before, but I didn't get approval, but I won't talk about it now, it's boring."

"Yes." He laughed, Ji He was so glad that he didn't contradict himself, and then he said, "Congratulations, Ji He. Zhejiang Academy of Fine Arts is a good school."

Ji He didn't smile: "Well, it's not the first choice, but as you said, it's not bad." He turned his head to look at Lu Ming's side face, and turned away quickly. "However, I like to draw. Even if I didn't get into the Central Academy of Fine Arts, even if there will always be someone who can draw better than me, I still like to draw." He looked up, a little embarrassed, "I just want to talk to someone, Just say it."

Lu Ming looked at him intently, and was as gentle as ever: "I understand what you mean. Ideals need to bow their heads to reality. Now we say these pretentious words, but in the end life will turn us into ordinary people, and no one will be exception."

"But Lu Ming, you are not ordinary at all."

"Thank you." Lu Ming nodded, "You too, but this is just our own idea, life will teach you how to recognize yourself, and that is beyond our control."

Ji He stared blankly at him, then lowered his head, "Why are you telling me these things? Don't tell me you want to tell me that one day I will become ordinary, and that all I am looking forward to now are just youth A unique product?"

"No," Lu Ming shook his head, "The unique product of youth is pride, self-importance, and superciliousness, but you," he turned his eyes quietly, "is a person I met after I came here. Miracles were the most precious friends of my youth."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head, took a deep breath, looked at the thin glow of the western sky, and didn't realize how disturbing he had said, this kind of ambiguous confession was like a small The stone was thrown into the lake without making a sound, but a broken water splashed on the surface of the lake.

Ji He was shocked by his words, unable to recover for a long time. He didn't dare to think deeply about the meaning, so he had to order himself to pretend to look forward calmly. After watching for a while, the rain gradually became heavier. Can't help but look at each other and smile.

Lu Ming said, "Go back."

Ji He nodded, and they turned around together and walked towards the way they came. Ji He asked, "Can I go to the suburbs with you on weekends?"

Lu Ming smiled: "Of course."

Ji He continued: "Bring my drawing board. I also said I would give you a painting, a fat rabbit, right? I forgot."

Lu Ming sighed contentedly: "I forgot too."

They walked in the twilight of March, and then broke up by the flower bed in front of the teaching building, and each walked towards their own classes. The faint light shone behind them, like two sad little people in Jimmy's comics.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, the college entrance examination is approaching, time is getting faster, everyone is racing against time, it seems that they are competing with everyone around them, and they seem to be competing with themselves, but it is undeniable that in such a tense In a nervous atmosphere, people can indeed forget some trivial troubles for a short time, so that they can devote themselves to learning.

They only go back home once every half a month, sometimes a month, and spend weekends at school to make up lessons. The number of trips to the countryside is also reduced, and the number of meetings is naturally decreasing. Jihe can clearly feel the changes in Luming. When he saw the painting that Jihe gave him, he was not as excited as he imagined, he just slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and it was considered as a smile.Jihe could feel that he was absent-minded, or that he was not satisfied with the status quo, but he just pretended not to notice, and the days went by peacefully, until another Saturday night came.

After Jihe finished his homework, he felt a little tired and was about to go to bed. At this moment, his mobile phone rang, and the ringtone abruptly broke the tranquility of the night.

He picked it up carefully: "...Hello?"

"Jihe, it's me."

"Lu Ming!" Ji He called out happily.

Lu Ming's voice was clean and soft at night: "You haven't slept yet?"

Jihe nodded, and then remembered that no matter how much he nodded, he couldn't see each other, so he said, "Well, I just finished my homework and was about to go to bed. Why did you think of calling me?"

Lu Ming replied: "I also just finished the math problem, and when I looked up and saw the moon outside the window, I thought of you."

"..."

Ji He's heart was pounding, Lu Ming said so frankly, it was hard for him to answer.

The other party didn't sound aware of his silence, and just said to himself: "I've always been confused during this period of time. I don't know if the life I want now is what I want. I go with the flow during the day, and I can only get close to myself at night. heart of."

Ji He listened quietly, feeling the heat from the phone close to his ear, wondering if it came from the bottom of his heart, "You are finally willing to tell me, in fact, I can feel that you are not like people in the real world, you Many of my ideas are beyond my understanding, but if you figure it out, or make a decision, I will definitely support you."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and Lu Ming seemed to have made a big decision, and suddenly went all out: "Ji He, I have decided to study in Germany, and the procedures have already begun, and the deposit is still short, just after the college entrance examination... ..."

Ji He interrupted him calmly: "Are you leaving?"

"Jihe," his voice trembled, "I told myself that I would not... I mean, I would try my best not to hurt you. But I... I still haven't done it , I'm sorry, Jihe. I'm sorry."

Ji He listened blankly to his apology, his heart began to sink uncontrollably, he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth but no sound came out, what could he say?He should have known earlier that he did not belong to this world, so what right did he have to stop him from pursuing his ideal?

So be it, there is nothing wrong with it, and finally he said: "No matter what decision you make, Lu Ming, I will support you."

The ending, of course, consists of a farewell, and Jihe sees him off at the airport, where they hug tightly.Lu Ming gave him a note with his address in Germany written on it, and he said that if you want to come to Germany anytime, you can come to me and I will always be waiting for you.

Ji He said, "Okay."

Then he tore up the note on the way home, they would never see each other again, Jihe said to himself, there was no need.