After the rain

Vivid and concise, the answer is clear at a glance.

Followed by Shen Yan and Song Qikun, although their painters are not very good, they are well-regulated and easy to guess.

Duan Zheng is a contestant with a very distinctive personal style. He is keen on drawing one word at a time. If he can't express it with pictures, he writes directly. The process is extremely cumbersome and complicated, and the canvas is not enough for him to use.

Qi Jiajia is a typical representative of abstract art. She couldn't tell what she was drawing from the beginning to the end, but it suddenly became clear as soon as the answer was announced.

As for Zhang Fan, he didn't know how to draw the brushes, he didn't know how to draw the brushes, he wiped after two strokes, wiped and wiped, and finally the canvas was as clean as ever.

After playing for more than an hour, everyone retreated one after another, and made an appointment to fight again at another day.

Since last night, the class groups and the groups in the major schools have been full of congratulatory messages for the Mid-Autumn Festival and the National Day.

Shen Yan read a part of it before, and patiently read the rest, and returned to a few familiar people.

Song Qikun sent a message on WeChat: [Your vacation homework is here with me, now send it to you? ]

Only then did Shen Yan realize that he hadn't told the other party about going out today, so he returned to his location.

Song Qikun: [Go out to play? ]

The car drove on the highway, the sun was rising, and the warm golden light quickly spread to all directions, penetrating the car window and swaying in front of people's eyes.

His eyes were sore after looking at the mobile phone for a long time, Shen Yan took off his glasses and rubbed the Zanzhu acupoint, after rubbing a few times, he stared at the safety buckle on his wrist in a daze.

About 2 minutes later, he followed his heart and sent Song Qikun: [Is it convenient to answer the phone? ]

After thinking about it, I added two more words: [Video. ]

The opposite replied in seconds: [Convenience. ]

Shen Yan took out the earphones and put them on, the video was connected as soon as it was dialed, and Song Qikun's face appeared on the screen.

This person is very photogenic. Many of his photos in Shen Yan's album are just random shots, with strange angles and chaotic light, and some are not even in focus, but there is not a single ugly photo. When the level of online dating avatar.

"Hey."

The sound transmitted through the long-distance through the current conversion is different from usual, scratching the eardrum like a feather, Shen Yan adjusted the earphones, "Yeah."

"Lianhang Expressway, go to Wenyue?"

"Hmm." Shen Yan felt that he seemed to soften his tone on purpose, and lowered his volume a little unbearably.

The music in the car quietly stopped.

"What are you going to do?"

"I am busy."

"When are you coming back?"

"tomorrow."

"How about milk tea?"

"Send it to Liu Xinrong."

Song Qikun was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Are you motion sick?"

Shen Yan: "Don't faint."

Song Qikun rested his thumb on the screen, knowing that the other party couldn't see or feel it, so he touched left and right unscrupulously, "It feels like you're not in a good mood."

Shen Yan's pupils shrank slightly, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, and he denied it flatly: "No."

"Children who lie will have longer noses," Song Qikun said.

Shen Yan touched his nose reflexively, his face froze when he heard the forbearance and low smile from the earphones, the corners of his mouth were tense to switch the camera, and he stuck the car window to let him enjoy the scenery along the way.

Song Qikun held back his laughter and coughed lightly: "I want to see you."

Shen Yanpin couldn't figure out the meaning, and his embarrassment caused his EQ to drop to a negative level, and he snorted coldly: "I won't show it."

"..."

This video call lasted for a long time, and Shen Xin, who had listened to the whole process, looked at his younger brother with unfamiliar eyes, and was also scratching his heart to wonder who the other end of the phone was.

"A friend." Shen Yan put on his glasses again, took out a bag of Malusu from the snack bag next to him, opened it, twisted two and threw it into his mouth, "A very good friend, you met last night."

Shen Xin: "Give me two, no, three."

"Don't you eat sweets?"

"My heart is so sore right now, let me eat something sweet to neutralize it." Shen Xin said with a slumped face.

He was even more obedient in front of his friends than he was in front of his brother, and the call time was also very different, so he was quite upset.

Shen Yan: "..."

They settled their lunch at the expressway service area, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon when they entered Wenyue territory. After being stuck in traffic for a while, they arrived at their destination at four o'clock.

Over the past few years, the old housing area has not changed much.

The winding concrete road is uneven and too narrow for cars to pass through.The exterior walls of the houses along the road are covered with graffiti advertising like ghostly symbols, and weeds are tenacious and luxuriant at the root of the walls.

They bought two bouquets of calla lilies at the old flower shop in Shenxiang, and when they turned around the grocery store on the corner, two girls walked towards each other arm in arm, talking and laughing.

Among them, the girl in a floral dress stopped in her footsteps, her smile froze on her face, she grabbed her companion's sleeves tightly, and hurriedly lowered her head.

Passing by, Shen Yan glanced lightly.

"What's wrong?" Shen Xin asked.

"It's nothing."

They took advantage of the daylight to hike up the mountain.

The hillside is rolling and undulating, green plants surround Beimang Leibai, tens of thousands of dead souls are buried in the ground, and all the memories and thoughts are placed on the gray and white stone tablet.

Slowly stepping up the hundred stone steps, the two stopped before the seventh combined tombstone from the left.

The red sun was sinking to the west, and the orange-red sunlight enveloped the entire cemetery.The men and women in the black-and-white photos are very young, and the wind and rain year after year have blurred their outlines, but the gentleness and kindness between their eyebrows have not been damaged.

The two swept away the dust and fallen leaves on the body of the stele and the worship platform, put the calla lily in the center, and knelt down on both knees.

Shen Xin solemnly kowtowed three times, and turned his gaze to the side.

The young man's forehead touched the ground, silent and solemn, unable to kneel for a long time.

The thin figure does not show sadness, only peace.

Shen Xin's expression was a little dazed, his eyes pierced through layers of time, and the scene this time gradually coincided with that of four years ago.

——At the funeral of his parents four years ago, Shen Yan had a plaster cast on his right foot. Just like today, he knelt in front of the portrait for a long time and became a sculpture.

The posture has not changed.

It's just that at that time, the body of the young patient's clothes seemed to have only bones, which was shockingly empty.

Shen Xin was brought into the Shen family by his parents when he was ten years old, and Shen Yan was born the following year.

Because of the large age difference, and the fact that he basically didn't go home after college except for the New Year, he was not close to this younger brother, and the few times they met were like strangers.

That little boy who doesn't like to talk, always keeps his head down, is taller than his peers but is so thin that he doesn't seem to have eaten, at the wanton age of making friends and companions, he rushes around every day in various interest classes and wins trophies. Awards filled the room.

During the Spring Festival, Shen Yan is always the silent one at the dinner table. Although he never takes the initiative to speak, he will answer whatever you ask.

Very good, but also very wrong.

It is obvious to all, but there is no way to talk about it, so it can only be attributed to this nature.

He would sneak into his parents' house late at night with the quilt in his arms, curl up next to the bed and sleep, and return to his room the next day before his parents woke up.

Shen Xin had seen it several times, but he couldn't figure out what the purpose and significance of his weird behavior was.

Just as he didn't understand why every time the family went out, Shen Yan had to be reminded more than two times before changing clothes.

Shen Xin once wondered if this younger brother was deaf.

After graduating from university, he found a job outside the province, with a handsome salary from [-] to [-]. If he was more frugal in food and clothing, he would be able to buy a house with his own efforts in a few years.

It was approaching the end of the year when the employees were on vacation, so he packed his luggage and went back to Wenyue to reunite with his family. It was ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived home.

Said it was a reunion, but in fact it was just him and Shen Yan.

Parents are busy with business and have not been home for three years.

The gate was not closed, and the snow in the courtyard was not cleaned, and it was impossible to step on it.

The light in the living room was on, and Shen Yan was sitting on the sofa. His exposed right arm seemed to be dyed red paint. A hideous knife wound started from the elbow and slanted down to the ulna of the wrist. , extremely terrifying.

His face was as white as a ghost, making the bruises on his forehead and cheekbones stand out.

Holding a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in one hand, he bit it open with his teeth, and was about to pour it on the wound, when he suddenly noticed Shen Xin who was standing in the doorway, his movements froze, and then he got up suddenly to look for a hiding place, and in a panic, he tripped over the sofa and tripped over his leg , fell in embarrassment.

The wound oozes blood, and the ground is red.

Shen Xin strode over to help him up, but unexpectedly the other party didn't appreciate it, he let out a hoarse growl like a trapped animal, "Don't touch me!"

The hostility and bloody smell rushed straight to the door, Shen Xin tried his best to stabilize his mind, ignored the young man's struggle and resistance, picked him up and rushed him to the nearest clinic, coaxing him repeatedly with trembling voice: "Be good, be obedient, don't make trouble ..."

Disinfection and debridement were done in the clinic for emergency treatment, and Shen Xin took people to the hospital for stitches without delay.

At two o'clock in the morning, everything was settled.

Shen Xin took off his down jacket and wrapped Shen Yan tightly, and when he couldn't get a taxi, he carried it back step by step.

In the winter night, the wind is biting, the snow is falling silently, and in the boundless night of silence, the street lamps stationed in the dark add a bit of warmth.

Even though he lost too much blood and became dizzy, Shen Yan was still awake. The anesthetic was too strong and the pain was rushing, but he didn't even frown.

The person on his back didn't weigh much, Shen Xin softly asked him if he was hungry.

"Not hungry," he said.

After returning home, Shen Xin applied medicine on his face, washed and changed his clothes.Shen Yan was as obedient as a marionette at the mercy of others. When his body fell into the warm blanket, a little tiredness appeared on his face, but he stubbornly refused to fall asleep.

On the way back to the hometown, the boats and cars were tiring, and he couldn't rest and had to work so hard, Shen Xin was physically and mentally exhausted, so he sighed softly: "Go to sleep, I won't go."

Shen Yan's eyes were deep, as if he was confirming the authenticity of the words, but before Shen Xin could repeat his promise, he closed his eyes, "Don't tell your parents."

The breath does not follow the coda sound, but it is soaked in the coldness of innocence.

These words hurt Shen Xin's nerves that had been tense all night, his complexion changed suddenly, and he suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice: "What?