静物

Wu Tong has several plain black T-shirts. She thinks that color is the most visually comfortable and matches her slightly pale complexion.

She was looking at the light from the dormitory window to see if there was any paint on the hem of her clothes, when she heard Liu Yichen calling her.

"Wu Tong, my pen is losing hair like crazy, can you lend me a pen?"

"Um."

A reply meant an affirmative answer, but Liu Yichen turned his head in confusion and repeated the question again.

"Can."

If it is Li Shiqing or Tang Xiangying, anyone who understands her habits will understand Wu Tong's language formula.But Wu Tong didn't mind, so he took out the pen and handed it to Liu Yichen.

"Uh... don't worry, I'll wash it and return it to you." Liu Yichen solemnly declared after taking the pen.

Needless to say, one can guess that [-]% of the time she borrowed the pen is to use it for ink painting.If the wide-tipped brush that Wu Tong usually uses to paint the base is stained with ink and not washed off, it is likely to make the background tone of her next watercolor painting very gloomy or dirty.

"Not bad." Wu Tong shrugged, thinking of his own composition, "I will darken the background."

So Liu Yichen nodded reassuringly, picked up her big and small bags, and walked out.

Wu Tong curiously followed behind. It's not that she has never painted ink and wash, but that has always been her weakness. Back then, painting was only for further studies, and she never specialized in it.

She rarely gets to the bottom of it, but today she is particularly curious about what kind of picture Liu Yichen plans to use Paibi to deal with.

Walking out of the dormitory, Wu Tong paused, and let a girl who had just come out of the public bathroom with foamy hair walk past her, then caught up with Liu Yichen, and followed her into the reading room of the dormitory.

"What's wrong?" Liu Yichen put down the scroll and asked in confusion.

"I want to observe," Wu Tong asked hesitantly, "is it possible?"

"There's nothing worth seeing..." Liu Yichen frowned and said disapprovingly, but he didn't care that Wu Tong was beside him, "Of course I'll be fine if someone helps me sharpen my ink!"

Liu Yichen is used to grinding the ink with an ink stick before using the ink to increase the thickness of the thick ink.

"Did you quarrel with Xiangying?" Liu Yichen asked Wu Tong, skillfully mixing the thick and light inks in the three plates respectively.

Besides shaking his head, what else could Wu Tong express?

"I think so too. You should not be able to quarrel with anyone like this. Everyone thinks it's weird! It seems that Tang Xiangying and Li Shiqing are the most likely to quarrel, but there are rumors that you and Xiangying are at odds. Still I want to ask you what's going on!"

Even if he could speak clearly, Wu Tong would not let Liu Yichen know a word or phrase about Tang Xiangying.

"Everyone said...it was because you damaged a watercolor painting by Tang Xiangying. Since then, the three of you have rarely appeared at the same time."

Watercolor was already a story from a week ago, right?Only then did Wu Tong realize how long it had been since he had seen Tang Xiangying.

"Actually, the students have also said that everyone hasn't seen Wu Tong for a long time...Although you usually don't say a word, you come and go as soon as you come, but the few times you didn't show up, I don't know why you are so old. It is very conspicuous, as if something is missing..."

Paibi draws a thick line with an arc on the rice paper. The strokes are thick and light, dry and wet at the same time.

Wu Tong doesn't care about the feeling of not being noticed, but when someone pays attention to her, it makes her feel at a loss.

Liu Yichen talked endlessly, no matter whether Wu Tong agreed or not, she would still ask questions and then answer by herself.This reminds Wu Tong of Bo Sen, she said: "...I will talk to anyone, but as long as you are by my side, I just want to be with you." Did it start from a certain moment—from the moment I met Bo Sen, All the possibilities of the world unfold before Wu Tong's eyes?

It's as if Wu Tong's world has always been a black-and-white pantomime, and any coloring material poured on her body will not be able to dye the slightest color. It was not until Bo Sen lifted the veil on her that Wu Tong gradually opened up to embrace the possibility of other colors.

Bosen.

"Tong, I will tell you the full story, but you have to wait for me."

Bo Sen went out earlier than Wu Tong today, so he said this before leaving.

Liu Yichen drew a jet-black patch, which was so heavy that it made people feel bored.

Liu Yichen dyed the sky with light ink, the color is so transparent that people are confused.

Liu Yichen used a brush to create fine cracks, and the chaotic lines made people restless.

"...Wu Tong, Xiangying said that she seems to have lost herself, do you know what that means...?"

Shrug.

This sentence will not be abrupt for anyone in the department to say, and it is common to get lost in the creative process.

Tang Xiangying...what are you looking for...?But Wu Tong didn't have the energy to think about her.

Wu Tong felt very tired watching it, and at some point, a consciousness appeared, thinking that Tang Xiangying and Bo Sen, the important roles in her life, had changed the script, and the world suddenly became different.

It felt so helpless for a moment.

Like the ink painting that hasn't been painted yet, it's gray and you can't see other colors.

The dormitory suddenly became the place Wu Tong couldn't stay any longer. She exited the reading room and bumped into the girl who was washing her hair. She still walked slowly with a towel wrapped around her head.

The world moves at its own pace and doesn't stop and wait when you stumble and make mistakes.

Wu Tong walked into the classroom in the department building, and saw Li Shiqing drawing a sketch on the skeleton model with a pencil in his hand.

"I seldom see you recently!" Li Shiqing took one last look at the model, as if confirming that it would not run away, before turning to talk to Wu Tong.

"Well, Department Exhibition."

"Hahaha, I know." But the tone seemed to mean that Li Shiqing knew something else, "Do you want to draw this too?" She compared the human skeleton with a complete structure from head to toe.

Wu Tong shook her head, she was short of a muscle structure diagram.

"Tang Xiangying is a lunatic. Hmph, I got up to draw on a weekend, and I finished all the fucking anatomy homework." Li Shiqing said, without pointing out the story in it, and turned her gaze back to the model.

Wu Tong felt uncomfortable when he heard that, Tang Xiangying was obviously the kind of person who would use his busyness to make himself forget things.

Li Shiqing only said lightly that some things depend on time, and some things depend on individuals.

"Tang and Tang need both, but she will pass anyway." Li Shiqing said, squinting to observe the angle of the joint inlay, "It's very like climbing a mountain. If you have the ability to climb up, you will have the ability to come down."

Li Shiqing said in a matter-of-fact tone, with a rare seriousness. Wu Tong guessed, how much of her seriousness came from the white sketch paper and pencil in her hand, and the model in front of her eyes?

This reminded Wu Tong of Bo Sen, who was watching the exhibition, her seriousness of not knowing where she came from and where she was going, and her mentality of eating delicious food, wanting her to focus entirely on herself.

This is the period of passionate love, and the memory and thoughts are composed of that person.

The scenery that flashed before my eyes, the white clouds on the blue sky, seemed to have her figure; in the air I inhaled, recalling the smell of her skin...

miss.

There is actually a kind of thing in the world that can suffer like this but be beautiful at the same time.

Bosen.

If you're a fish, am I the one who sucks the water you swim in?

Wu Tong's heart was like a rotten fruit, it was stuffy and aching.She is so speechless, why does she always hurt the people she cares about?

"Hey, don't you think Tang Xiangying looks like a painting by Ingres?" Li Shiqing said suddenly, frowning, she touched the shoulder blade on the drawing paper, where the shadow was too heavy.She turned her head and rummaged through Wu Tong's painting box, looking for a soft eraser.

"Neoclassicism." Wu Tong thought for a while, with a rigorous and pragmatic style, "very similar."

"What about you, Wu Tong, you are a work of realism."

After Li Shiqing finished speaking, seeing Wu Tong's confused expression, she continued to explain, "Realism is sometimes emotional realism, not so visually concrete, but very real."

Wu Tong listened half understood.

"Even if you never say it, those real things still exist, you don't have to try to erase them, Wu Tong, the messages you convey are always true, you are a very real person."

Yeah?Is this how she looks?

"Tokiharu, you are an impressionist, right?"

Li Shiqing laughed loudly, "Well said, I thought you would say that I am a surrealist!" She is a person who seems to be casual, but is actually full of details, like an impressionist painting.

Representing that person with a school of painting feels very in-depth and easy to analyze. Wu Tong hesitated, scratching the edge of the drawing board with a pencil, and finally asked.

"Have you ever met someone who looks like an abstract painting?"

Li Shiqing turned her head to look at Wu Tong with interest, but she didn't ask who her text was pointing at.

Bo Sen is an abstract painting that Wu Tong can't understand. Wu Tong always can't understand those unclear and obscure ones.But I just feel that this painting is so beautiful and unreasonable, she really wants to analyze it...

After Li Shiqing laughed wildly, she calmed down and helped the skeleton model into a fixed pose.

"This kind of person... I have never met, but you should know that abstraction is also based on reality."