Attempted first love

After only being depressed for a moment, Xia Yan pulled himself together, carefully read the proposal message issued by the Meteorological Observatory, took a screenshot, and clicked on the dialog box with Lu Zhouyu.

It wasn't that he wanted to voluntarily reject this meeting, but that the current situation was grim. The power of the torrential rain was enough to be seen from the overwhelming news feed, and safety had to be the top priority.

If he was a little selfish, he didn't want to passively wait for the notice of the cancellation of the meeting.

It sounds a bit funny-in this relationship, I have been in a passive posture from the beginning.Even this time it seemed that Lu Zhouyu took the initiative to invite him, but it was because of his good luck that he asked for it after winning the nonsense match.

Thinking of this, it seemed even more ridiculous—he was unlucky, and he obviously lost in terms of numbers, but Lu Zhouyu was kind-hearted and lowered the threshold of victory so that he could easily cross it.

And more than once.

The first confrontation between the two happened in the first color class on a sultry afternoon ten years ago.

Prior to this, Xia Yan had only been exposed to pencil drawing and did not know how to use paint.

Carrying the drawing board and following behind Lu Zhouyu, their relationship had changed from passing by to a nodding acquaintance at that time.

After nearly 10 minutes on the mountain road, there were no other students around, so Xia Yan asked eagerly, "Can you teach me?"

After thinking about it, he changed his mind and said, "Maybe you draw yours and I'll take a look at it."

Seemingly not expecting that there was someone behind him, Lu Zhouyu turned to look at him, put down the painting tools in the shade of a tree, and set up the drawing board.

Not waiting for a reply, and being dizzy from the sun, Xia Yan secretly "squeaked", feeling that this person was cold and heartless, and raised his foot to leave.

"Xia Yan." Lu Zhouyu called him, and tapped another piece of shade beside him with his chin, "Draw here, you draw first, and ask me if you know anything."

Different from others, before Xia Yan learned to memorize the multiplication table, the first thing he could memorize was the periodic table of chemical elements.Because his parents are both engaged in the chemical industry, he has been proficient in the balance principles and formulas of chemical equations since elementary school.

Toning is not just color superposition, so what is difficult.

Thinking of this, he picked up the painting box, walked to the back seat on Lu Zhouyu's right and sat down.

The drawing board, sticker paper, and pencils took shape, and everything went well in the early stage.

The paint box is uniformly equipped in the studio, and the 48 colors are arranged in the grid in order.

After rinsing the water chalk, Xia Yan began to paint gourds.

The third square in the first row, the seventh square in the third row, the sixth square in the fourth row, plus a touch of white paint, mixed together, it is the color of the trunk.

He memorized the paints that Lu Zhouyu dipped in his mind, and carefully blended them in order as if doing a chemical experiment, and applied them on the drawing paper to obtain a similar color.

If there is any difference, it may be that Lu Zhouyu's painting posture is too casual, as if he chooses colors at will and randomly, not as cautious as Xia Yan.

Then the sky, the leaves, the hawthorn.

When painting hawthorn, a cicada sloughs down from the shade above the head and hits the wet paint.Xia Yan was distracted for a moment, and when he looked up again, Lu Zhouyu had finished laying the hawthorn and walked behind him.

Xia Yan suddenly felt that the sharpness was on his back, and asked him bravely: "Which color should I use for hawthorn?"

"Which color do you think should be used?" he asked rhetorically.

"……red?"

"can."

Xia Yan heaved a sigh of relief, took a stroke of vermilion and applied it on the palette, and asked humbly, "What color should I add?"

There was no movement behind him, and when he couldn't help but prepare to turn around, an arm stretched forward from the side of his face, holding a bunch of hawthorns between his fingers.

"Look at it," Lu Zhouyu asked casually as the voice brushed past his ears, "What other colors are there besides red?"

The auricles felt slightly hot, Xia Yan looked at Hawthorn, hesitantly said: "Ochre?"

Lu Zhouyu said "hmm" and asked, "What else?"

and also?

Xia Yan wanted to turn his head, but he held the top of his head with his other hand, and said in a flat tone, "Didn't you ask me to teach you? Then observe carefully."

The movement stopped suddenly, and his attention was focused on the hawthorn. After observing for a long time, Xia Yan asked sullenly: "Yellow green...?"

"Can't you see that?" The shackles on the top of the head were loosened, and Lu Zhouyu said with a smile: "You don't need to follow my painting completely."

Being pierced by Qing Piao Piao, Xia Yan's ears became more heated, and he buried his head on the drawing board to adjust the paint silently.

"Hey!" In a trance, he added cobalt blue as yellow-green, and he couldn't help exclaiming, raising his head for help: "What should I do?"

"Just add it," Lu Zhouyu said, "If you are not happy, you can also add a little black."

Before the brush got close to the black paint, Xia Yan stopped and asked uncertainly, "Can you really add black?"

"Why not?" Lu Zhouyu replied, "Then add some violets."

Xia Yan put down the paintbrush, stood up suddenly, and asked him face to face: "I can add any color?"

Lu Zhouyu replied indifferently: "Of course."

"You don't want to teach me at all!" Xia Yan couldn't help asking, but after asking, he felt that it was a waste of words, because the facts were already in front of him.

He was not only angry at Lu Zhouyu's perfunctory, but also humiliated at asking him for advice in a low voice. When he realized it, he had already uttered harsh words——

"Come and fight," Xia Yan raised his chin, "If I win, teach me well, if I lose, I'll leave right away."

Lu Zhouyu looked at him with a smile when he heard the words, and said slowly: "Yes."

The fight failed in the end, because the weather was too hot, and the sweat would continuously flow out of the skin when he moved a little.

The two sat side by side by the river, soaking their calves in the river to enjoy the cool.

"Temporary truce." Xia Yan announced while fanning the wind with his palm, a hawthorn that was still dripping flew into his arms.

After washing his face, Lu Zhouyu still had diamond-like drops of water hanging from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He turned his head and smiled at him: "You eat the hawthorn, and you win if you don't frown."

Without a mirror, Xia Yan still didn't know if he frowned at that time, he should have frowned, the hawthorn was so sour, so sour that he wanted to express it with the strongest color immediately.

But Lu Zhouyu still said to him: "You have won, congratulations." Then he taught him how to draw as promised.

Although he sat back at the drawing board again, he still said the same thing: "Any color can be added, whatever you see and feel, it is whatever color you are."

But inexplicably, Xia Yan felt as if he had grasped something. He added lemon yellow, which symbolized sourness, to the color he had originally observed, and finally adjusted out a satisfactory hawthorn color.

That year, Xia Yan was very ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the earth, especially keen to bet with Lu Zhouyu and speak harshly. He was unwilling to say to him a lot of "you are amazing", and similarly, he also gained a lot of "You won, Congratulations".

Thinking about it now, it seems that he had put himself in a passive position long before he realized this relationship.

And the starting point of the heartbeat may be hidden in a certain "congratulations" that Lu Zhouyu lowered the winning standard to him, making him mistakenly think that he was favored by good luck.

Too many times, it is difficult to retrospectively check.

Extreme weather caused the signal to be disturbed, and the WeChat message of canceling the meeting could not be sent out. After another retry, it was finally sent successfully.

Xia Yan let out a sigh of relief, feeling at ease or sad.

Qi Wan was answering the phone at the side, but the signal was not good, so he hung up with a few words, and then continued the conversation on the topic just now: "Luck, it's good and bad, it will always be good."

"Maybe." Xia Yan smiled to himself, and suddenly said, "Otherwise, let's try."

The topic changed too quickly, Qi Wan asked, "What?"

"It can't get any worse anyway."

Xia Yan withdrew that well-behaved wechat message - "The weather is bad, and the weather station advises not to go out unless it is necessary. Tomorrow's exhibition may be cancelled."

At the same time, the fingertips quickly typed out new news——

"Bet?"

"Bet on whether the rain will stop tomorrow, I think it will."

Give me another chance, he thought.

Half a minute later, the WeChat notification sounded.

Xia Yan lowered his head and only saw three words:

"You will win."