think mighty

It's been three years in the blink of an eye.

Starting over is not as easy as imagined. Although his father can draw the left-handed plum, it doesn't mean that he can also draw it. After three years of hard work, the paintings he draws are still far from his previous ones.

He has been frustrated and disappointed, but when he was in despair, there was still a voice in his heart telling him to hold on for a while.

He persisted like this.

The past three years have been unsettled. The flames of war are raging here today and there tomorrow. Students in Kyoto are bursting out. In order to fight for the rights they should have, students from universities and middle schools have marched again and again, held mass meetings, and are generous in the streets. Statements, but that voice was extremely weak in this world. With the bursts of gunfire, their bodies were broken in the smoke, and their voices were also buried in the remaining mountains and rivers.

Silent fear spread among the people, and many people chose to move their families south to find a peaceful place.

At this time, He Yuxiu has no thoughts of wandering around, no matter how chaotic the outside world is, he only concentrates on painting his paintings.

There were too many people offended before, and many people saw him like this and said some sarcastic remarks on the sidelines, mocking him for what he deserved, and mocking him for what he deserved.There are also some tabloid reporters who heard the news and came to catch the rumors, trying to make up a story out of it and earn some readers' attention.

After being cheated once, he simply stopped reading newspapers and learned not to listen, not to read, and not to care.

But whether he cared or not, these days were different from the past.In the past, his paintings were hard to buy, but now no one cares about his paintings.In the past, his paintings would be hung in the most eye-catching place in the exhibition hall, but now his paintings are moved again and again, and finally placed in a remote corner of the exhibition hall, few people look at them.

At first, his heart was very disappointed, but his uncle would point to the flowers in the yard and persuade him: "Look at the lonely two or three flowers in this yard, and there will always be our father and son boasting, you, don't worry, take your time." , it will be fine, sooner or later your left hand will be honed, and sooner or later your painting will meet someone who understands it.”

Uncle's health is getting worse every day, but he will still go to sit with him every day, sometimes make a pot of tea, and the two of them can sit and talk a lot.

At that time, He Yuxiu nodded when she heard her uncle say this, and her thoughts dispersed.

"Uncle, what do you think is one who knows how to paint?"

He Shangmin thought for a while and said: "Painting is inert. It doesn't speak or even move. It is people who take the initiative. A person must first know himself, and then he can understand painting."

"Best friend..." He Yuxiu looked out of the window and suddenly thought of a person in his mind, and his heart suddenly ached again.

"How many people in the world can be called confidants?"

He Shangmin saw at a glance that he was thinking too much, and couldn't help but shook his head, then smiled, patted He Yuxiu's shoulder heavily, and said, "Mochou has no confidant in the future, who in the world doesn't know the king?"

These words were really powerful, and something shook in He Yuxiu's eyes.

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, today's news, Ningpu has fallen, and there are more than a thousand corpses of party soldiers..."

The newsboy's voice was immature but full of energy. When He Yuxiu heard the voice, she stood up suddenly and frowned.

"Ningpu has also fallen?"

He Shangmin nodded, "Yeah, I think the battles are becoming more and more frequent, by the way... Zhiwen is also in Ningpu, I don't know how he is."

He Yuxiu frowned, without hesitation, she wrote a letter to Zhiwen immediately.

It took a long time to send out the letter, but Xie Zhiwen did not reply. He Yuxiu was anxious and asked about his situation everywhere, but there was no news of him. It was not until three months later that he received a reply from Xie Zhiwen.

The letter stated that he is currently seeking refuge in the countryside and his life is not in danger.

Seeing the familiar handwriting, He Yuxiu was relieved. He was about to write a letter when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"What's wrong?" He said without raising his head.

"Mr. He, Mr. Xiao from Wenyuanzhai sent someone to invite you to Zhongting Park."

What is he doing to me?

He Yuxiu put down her pen and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Xiao didn't go into details, but it seems to be related to the painting you exhibited in Zhongting Park this month."

He Yuxiu nodded, feeling strange in her heart, but decided to go there anyway.

"I'll go now."

He changed his clothes and walked towards Zhongting Park. When he arrived at Zhongting Park, he immediately saw Xiao Yun standing at the door.

"Senior brother is here." Xiao Yun greeted him with a smile.

He Yuxiu got goosebumps on her arms when she was shocked by this "senior brother". Xiao Yun is a student of He Shangmin's school, and he has never gotten along with him. He has known him for a long time, but this is the first time he heard him call him "senior brother" and laughed. so happy.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Good news, someone wants to buy your painting."

He Yuxiu's heart moved, and then he calmed down again, "If you set a price of ten yuan for my painting, someone will buy it."

Xiao Yun shook his head, patted his shoulder, and said: "The buyer saw your painting and liked it very much. He not only wants to buy it, but also pays a high price for it."

"What does this mean?" He Yuxiu couldn't figure it out this time, he frowned and asked, "Is there such a person?"

Xiao Yun nodded and said, "How much do you think he paid?"

"How many?"

"1 yuan."

He Yuxiu froze in place, "What did you say?"

"Don't be dumbfounded. This is the first time I have encountered such a thing. Tell me, the size of this world is really full of wonders..."

He Yuxiu's mind went blank, and he couldn't listen to anything.

He had a vague suspicion, but he couldn't believe it.

"What about that person?"

"People? Gone."

"Where have you been?"

"How do I know this, but don't tell me, that man looks ragged, but he is very generous..."

He Yuxiu looked at the empty wall and rushed out of the door.

"Hey... where are you going?"

There were people coming and going on both sides of the street, He Yuxiu stood in the middle of the road, leaning on her knees, panting heavily.

The wind came in along his sleeves, and he became more sober, suddenly realizing how absurd he was.

"No...impossible, how could it be him..."

He was imprisoned in Ningpu, how could he come to Kyoto.

Realizing this, he returned home distraught.

However, this matter did not end. Some good reporter reported this matter to the newspaper. For a while, he became a popular figure in the art circle of Kyoto.

"Really or not, 1 yuan...Please ask me..."

"Hey, don't tell me, there were rumors that he had asked for a painting before."

"Ah, what else is there? He is really full of thoughts..."

Rumors spread that he has everything, but now, He Yuxiu is not as irritable as before, and he doesn't even bother to explain these things.

It's just random speculation without any basis, and it will naturally fade away after a while.

But to his surprise, this matter did not fade away because of his ignorance. As time passed, the rumors of him "asking for a painting" intensified instead.

The reason why this matter continues to ferment is because after this event, no matter what exhibitions his paintings appear in, they will always be bought at a high price of 1 yuan.

He Yuxiu felt something was wrong.

The matter developed to the point where he had no choice but to respond. He had drafted a statement and was about to publish it in the newspaper when Xiao Yun knocked on his door suddenly.

"Senior brother, have you seen this?" Xiao Yun couldn't hide the excitement on his face as soon as he entered the door.

"what?"

"It's Jialan!"

"what?"

"The person who keeps buying your paintings is Jia Lan!"

He Yuxiu pinched the newspaper and took a closer look, only to realize that someone had already issued the statement for herself, and the statement was signed by Jia Lan.

"Who is Jialan?"

Xiao Yun's eyes widened, "You don't know who Jia Lan is? You haven't seen "The Passenger from the Sea", at least you have heard of it."

""The Passenger on the Sea" has been mentioned by others. Is it a novel?"

Xiao Yun nodded, "Yes, and it was written by Jia Lan."

He Yuxiu looked at the statement, and for some reason, instead of being as happy as she imagined, she felt a little disappointed.

"Buy my painting, I'm a novelist..."

Xiao Yun was very excited, "He is the most popular novelist nowadays. Just ask people in the literary world, who doesn't know his name."

He Yuxiu closed the newspaper, put it aside, squeezed the space between her eyebrows, and said, "You can go."

Xiao Yun curled his lips, sat aside, and poured himself a cup of tea, "Why, don't you feel happy that such a powerful person likes your paintings?"

"Happy."

Seeing him like that, Xiao Yun frowned, took a sip of tea and said, "Who are you perfunctory?"

He Yuxiu shrugged helplessly, "I just don't understand why he spends so much money on my paintings, and the novelist is so generous?"

"That's very strange. Maybe he's rich."

Xiao Yun paused, suddenly thought of something, and said, "If you really want to know, why don't you ask him face to face."

He Yuxiu was stunned, "Ask him face to face?"

Xiao Yun nodded, "It's also good to find a chance to have a meal and make friends."

It was only half a month after Xiao Yun said this, at an exhibition, the novelist named Jia Lan bought He Yuxiu's painting at a high price of 1 yuan.

He Yuxiu rushed to the exhibition after hearing the news, wanting to meet the legendary Jialan, but he didn't seem to want to see He Yuxiu very much, wearing a worn hat, old gloves, thick scarf and dusty coat, Fearing that I might run into him if the assignment was late, I got the painting and prepared to leave.

He Yuxiu rushed over out of breath, and shouted, "Sir, stop!"

The figure of the man paused for a moment, then quickened his pace and walked towards the path.

He Yuxiu felt strange and hurried to catch up, but felt that the figure from her back was very familiar.

"Why are you avoiding me, sir?"

The man didn't speak, He Yuxiu called again tentatively: "Sir?"

The man didn't look back, but just pressed his hat and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid you...don't want to see me."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and there was nothing in He Yuxiu's mind for a moment.

There was no one on the path, and it was very quiet, He Yuxiu could even hear her own rapid breathing.

He looked at the man's back without blinking until the man turned his head.

He couldn't say anything, just looked at the man's face, his eyes suddenly blurred.

There seemed to be a layer of fog on his eyes, he stared at him for a long time, until the man called softly: "Yuxiu..."

He asked in a low voice: "You...how did you come out?"

Xu Shaoqing looked at him, and said softly: "With the war, Ningpu is in chaos, and everything is out of control. Captain Su released me on bail."

He Yuxiu was silent for a long time, and finally said "Oh", and said, "It's good."

"After you come out...just be fine." He whispered, then took a few steps back and turned to leave.

Xu Shaoqing suddenly grabbed him.

He Yuxiu threw it away vigorously, and only took two steps before the man caught up with him and grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to... take a good look at you."

"What's interesting about me, aren't we already over?" He Yuxiu's mood fluctuated greatly, and her voice became louder involuntarily.

"At that time I... didn't want to delay you..." Xu Shaoqing's heart ached.

"You don't want to delay me? Heh... You really have to say everything..." He Yuxiu's eyes turned red, she turned her head away, and said in a low voice.

Xu Shaoqing grabbed He Yuxiu's right hand, stroked the old scar on his hand, and said hoarsely: "I didn't know until I came out, your hand..."

As soon as this was mentioned, He Yuxiu's eyes became sore, he withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, and moved away from him.

"I understand. Now you think I'm a useless person, so you pity me and come to be my painting supporter?"

"No... It's not pity, nor is it a painting, it's because I like you, it's because I think you are worth it."

"Heh... First Young Master Xu has always said good things..."

"No...I didn't lie to you..." Xu Shaoqing paused, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since you fell on Yingwu Island for me, I will smash the Yellow Crane Tower for you. Now it is just some things outside of you. If you want mine at this time Life, I also give it."

He Yuxiu raised her eyes to look at him, and as she watched, tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Who wants your life..."

Snow fell from the sky, falling on He Yuxiu's head and shoulders, Xu Shaoqing dusted it off for him, wiped the tears on his cheeks, and asked him softly: "So... can you give me another chance? "

----over----

The author says:

It's over!Thank you for your company~

It feels like I have been writing for a long time... This is the first time I write this kind of subject, and I wanted to give up at one point, but I persisted. I hope someone will like it.