moon star clear

, cooler tones, the light and shadow are depicted in an extremely harmonious manner, a little impressionist.The small lake called "Little Pond" in the picture occupies most of the space, surrounded by some vegetation, the scene on the lake is intertwined with leaf shadows, the moonlight falls on the side without leaf shadows, and the water surface reflects sparkling waves, like A full moon hangs in the satin-black night sky, as bright and clean as jade.

very beautiful.It's just that this is really not his style of painting.

When Jiang Hao asked Jiang Yifei to investigate Mu Chen's situation, he also looked at all his publicly released paintings in the past nine years. They have always been bright and lively, and there are very few such quiet paintings. Until recent years, there has never been one. This style of landscape painting.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a little more weight on his shoulders, as if a warm hand was on his shoulders, he turned around and saw Mu Chen standing behind him just now.

"Jiang Hao, are you coming to see my work?"

After Mu Chen entered, he saw Jiang Hao standing in front of his work from a distance, and the surprise in his heart was beyond words.Even if Jiang Hao can't find his little thoughts on that painting, it can at least prove that Jiang Hao cares about him. After all, I just told him the time and place of the exhibition on WeChat, and I didn't even have the nerve to send a clear invitation. .

"Well, it's a good drawing."

"Just nice? You..." Didn't you notice something?Mu Chen yelled frantically in his heart, but finally said, "Forget it..."

Jiang Hao felt that something was wrong with Mu Chen, and wanted to take a closer look at the painting, but was dragged away by the enthusiastic Mu Chen away from the exhibition area.

"Uh... I've been busy with that painting recently, so I don't have time to contact you. It's hard to see each other. Let's...you take a stroll here with me."

Jiang Hao nodded in agreement, and he dragged himself through the crowd, looking at this and then that, sweating profusely.

Because of his youthful and heroic oriental face, Jiang Hao is often the kind who keeps turning heads in England. He doesn’t like to walk around among many people, so he seldom goes to the exhibition hall to visit artworks, let alone in such a place. Crowds of people crowded to see entries of varying artistic merit.But today with Mu Chen, he found it very interesting.

Wandering around the exhibition area indiscriminately, the two of them were crowded with heat and sweat, and walked to an empty place to find a bench to sit down.

"I think your painting is very good, but there is one thing that I think is not handled properly."

Mu Chen was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to understand Jiang Hao's meaning in this interrupted conversation.

This is... see what I mean?Do you want to decline?

He stared blankly at Jiang Hao, waiting for his next words without saying a word.

"In the night sky, there is only the moon and no stars."

When Mu Chen heard this nonsense, he was relieved and at the same time was puzzled: "Ah, you said that. I drew the full moon, the moon and stars are sparse, and the light of the stars is too weak compared to the full moon. If it is covered, there will be no stars on the night of the full moon, which is very reasonable."

Mu Chen didn't understand what Jiang Hao meant by saying this, but he just confirmed that the miracle he was expecting had not yet happened.

When he painted the moon and waves, he thought that Jiang Hao had always been a dazzling, cold and unreachable moon in his eyes. The cold white light shone on the water, which was very similar to the scene of that night.

That was his most unforgettable summer memory, fear and sweetness intertwined, despair and hope connected, that was his summer.

In the reflection of the wave light, he also drew two small figures cuddling together, but the drawing was too small, and he could only see it when he leaned to the side and looked carefully. Presumably Jiang Hao hadn't noticed it.

As for the surrounding of the moon, he actually drew a small star with very faint light, just beside the moon, very small and small, representing him who hopes to be with Jiang Hao forever.

Forever, whether as a lover or as a friend.

Even if the requirements are lowered in this way, it will always be too difficult a luxury, so he just quietly hides his heart in the paintings, and no longer wants to announce it.

He didn't find out this time, maybe there will be no chance in the future.

That's fine, cherish the status quo.

The futile self-consolation just made the unwillingness in his heart temporarily subside, and then it surged up again, stabbing his heart with a dull pain.

"But there is only the moon, isn't it too lonely? If it were me, I hope there are stars twinkling around him."

Just as Mu Chen was about to say something, the crowd left the exhibition area one after another and rushed inward.

They also followed, only to realize that it was time to announce the winners.

The names of the winners were read aloud by the host with a thick announcer's voice, and there were sounds of jumping or sighing, but Mu Chen's mind was not here at all.

Does Jiang Hao's words mean the literal meaning or...

Beside the moon, do you want to be accompanied by stars?

No.Impossible, he doesn't know that I will metaphor him into the moon, and he may not necessarily metaphor me into the stars.

The game results that were extremely important to him in the past have now become irrelevant background sounds. It was not until he heard Jiang Hao calling his name repeatedly that he pulled out of his own world and returned to reality.

"Mu Chen! Mu Chen! You have won an award! Did you hear that!"

It's so rare that someone as calm as he would talk to me in such an excited tone...

No, no, I won an award?

"What did you say?"

"Didn't you hear? You, the first prize in the painting category."

first prize...

This competition is divided into four categories, and each category has only one first prize, which is equivalent to the highest level of awards in the city.

Mu Chen thinks that his painting skills are good, and he put a lot of heart into this work, but he never thought that he would win the first prize. He tried his best to control his mind that turned into a blank screen, and tried his best to regain his composure , don't get too excited...

But he couldn't bear it!

"This is my first time!" He couldn't help hugging Jiang Hao's neck, and shouted excitedly. Fortunately, several award-winning winners around him were shouting, and the noisy background sound overwhelmed his strange cry. But his exaggerated hug still attracted a lot of people watching, and even some bad speculations came faintly.

"Look, those are two boys... hugging so tightly, will they..."

"If you think too much, it may be that you are too excited to hear about winning the award."

"I saw them just now, holding hands and looking at the parametric works one by one, they looked very close, that is... that kind of intimacy that is not normal..."

"They're all pretty handsome, but it's a pity they're gay."

"..."

It is the first time Mu Chen has seen such contemptuous gazes, and most of his high mood was immediately extinguished. He let go of Jiang Hao's arm holding Jiang Hao guilty, and lowered his head. nod.

But Jiang Hao didn't seem to be affected. He hugged him back with his expression unchanged, and said in his ear, "Be happy, after receiving the award in a while, you have to speak, prepare well, and don't be affected."

My heart suddenly warmed up.

Mu Chen took Jiang Hao's words as his reassurance, held them in his heart and was reluctant to swallow them, so he really stopped thinking about those bad words, and typed out his speech wholeheartedly.After the final awards ceremony, the host invited the No.1 of each category to speak on stage.

When it was his turn to paint, Mu Chen walked up the steps calmly and calmly. He was completely different from Brother Chen, the "communication grass" in the No. [-] Middle School. The moon-like calm and cold temperament on his body seemed lofty and friendly.

Jiang Hao looked up at the rising star, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously, and he smiled from the bottom of his heart like Mu Chen, as if a crack had opened on the ice surface, bubbling spring water flowed out along the gap, spring overflowing Full of glaciers.

Maybe if you like someone, you will unknowingly become more and more like the other person.

Coffee and oat milk are mixed and blended, blending with each other, and ultimately becoming a better "they".

59. Hide the moonlight

The importance of this speech is actually not very big. It mainly talks about his creative ideas and other things. In addition, Mu Chen didn't expect that he would win No.1 at first, so he didn't prepare. Wen wrote the review book to improve his writing skills, and his eloquence is also good, so he quickly thought up a complete speech.

Mu Chen stood still in the center and began his speech calmly, "First of all, I feel extremely honored that my work "Hiding the Moonlight" was favored by the judges...Actually, I want to confess to everyone that this painting is not my painting. The result of one person doing it alone."

Hearing this sentence, everyone started talking about it. If it wasn't done independently, could there be a gunman?No wonder I painted so well at a young age, it turned out I didn't draw it myself.

Jiang Hao cast an encouraging look at him, so Mu Chen ignored the commotion below, and continued: "When I was looking for inspiration, I was once in trouble, and finally it was a friend I met by chance, and her words inspired me. "

"She said: 'To draw the soul of midsummer, don't float on the surface.'"

"So I started to think about what the soul of Midsummer looks like to me."

"I walked out of the house and went to the suburbs to personally experience the temperature and scenery of midsummer, but these don't seem to be the most unforgettable part of midsummer in my mind."

Mu Chen cast his eyes on Jiang Hao, "Later, I remembered a person who is very important to me. Although we don't have many memories in midsummer, I was deeply impressed by each part, unforgettable, almost squeezed