I became red after becoming a mermaid

The photo was just at the height that Shen Jianan could reach. He stroked the little figure on it with his fingertips, tilted his head and asked, "Brother Lu, when was this photo of you?"

"When I was in junior high school, my mother liked to take pictures of me." Lu Huai looked at the photos all over the wall, showing a bit of nostalgia in his eyes.

Shen Jianan hugged Lu Huai and said, "Your mother loves you very much. I love you too."

Lu Huai pinched the back of his neck with his fingers, kissed his hair lightly at the corner of his mouth, and the two hugged each other tightly, casting an overlapping light and shadow on the wall.

Lu Huai led him into a room on the innermost side of the second floor. The decoration style of the room was exactly the same as that of the hall on the first floor. The wall was painted sky blue, and there was a large bay window covered with a floor. A small desk was placed on top of a fluffy blanket, surrounded by stacks of books.

The curtains were made of white sand, and a picture suddenly appeared in Shen Jianan's mind. When he was a child, Brother Lu was sitting at a small table on the bay window, holding a book in his hand. A gust of wind blew outside the window, blowing up the white gauze, bringing Unknown Cao Muxiang, Brother Lu's whole body was sunk in the sun.

Shen Jianan came to a bookcase, which was filled with various certificates and medals. There was a photo next to each certificate and medal. Sometimes there were two people in the photo, and sometimes there was only Lu Huai alone.

He seemed to have discovered a new world, turned to Lu Huai and said, "Brother Lu, let's put a bookcase like this at home."

"In the future, all the awards you won will be placed in it, and I will also take a picture of you every time. By the way, there is also a photo wall. I will make these myself."

Shen Jianan looked at Lu Huai expectantly, his eyes were full of tiny light.

Lu Huai's world has always been dark, filled with disgusting filth, Shen Jianan is like a beam of bright light, piercing through layers of obstacles bit by bit, leading him out of the abyss.

The two finally came to a room, and Shen Jianan noticed that Lu Huai's hand on the doorknob was trembling slightly, and he probably had some guesses in his heart.

The door opened, and the two walked in. This room was slightly larger than Lu Huai's room when he was a child, and the main color inside was very girlish pale pink.There is a huge oil painting hanging on the wall in the center, which depicts a girl standing in a rose field. She is wearing a long white dress, and behind her are beautiful flowers, blue sky, and soft clouds. .

The colors are bright and rich, and the paintings in the artist's pen can best reflect the artist's emotions and psychological state. The person who drew this painting must have been very happy at that time.

Shen Jianan thought of the cabinet with various awards that he saw just now. There was a trophy in it, which was the gold medal of the National Oil Painting Competition. Could it be...

"Brother Lu, did you paint this oil painting?" He asked.

"Well, I just learned oil painting not long ago, and I didn't draw very well. But my mother liked this painting very much, so she hung it in her room." Lu Huai replied.

Shen Jianan stared wide-eyed, pointed at the painting on the wall, and asked stumblingly: "Brother Lu, don't worry about it, is this a bad painting?"

Lu Huai obviously couldn't understand Shen Jianan's exclamation. This painting was his early work when he was studying oil painting, and his handling of details and control of color were far inferior to those in the later period.

"There is my previous studio on the third floor, and there is also a special room for storing my previous oil paintings. I can take you to see them." Lu Huai explained.

Seeing that Shen Jianan was still looking at the oil painting on the wall, Lu Huai went up to cover his eyes and said, "The painting is not good, don't look at it." He was like a naive child who didn't want to be in front of the person he liked Show your bad side.

Shen Jianan pulled Lu Huai's hand covering his eyes, looked into his eyes and asked, "Brother Lu, do you know why your mother likes this painting?"

Lu Huai shook his head.

Shen Jianan took his hand and lightly placed it on the oil painting, and said softly: "Because this painting is warm, I think you must have been in a good mood when you painted this painting, Brother Lu."

Lu Huai was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have cleared the fog in the sky, and he saw himself as a child through this painting.A large canvas, a sun that is so bright and dazzling, patches of roses, a strong fragrance of flowers, and a mother calling his name.

"Brother Lu."

Shen Jianan's voice brought Lu Huai back to his thoughts.His eyes were watery, Lu Huai was stunned for a moment, his fingertips ran across his cheeks, and his fingertips touched the wetness of tears. He hadn't seen his mother smiling so brightly for a long time.

In the dream, she couldn't see her face clearly, and she was always dripping with blood.

"My mother died in this room at the beginning." Lu Huai said suddenly, "That day happened to be the time for my oil painting class, and she smiled and sent me outside the door, as usual, without any abnormality."

Shen Jianan stood aside and listened quietly without disturbing him.

"Maybe it came from the induction between relatives. I was very anxious that day, and the teacher who learned oil painting let me go home early. It was very quiet in the house. I searched around but couldn't find her, so I went into her room." bedroom."

Lu Huai paused for a moment, and then continued: "The light red blood flowed out from the gap under the bathroom door, staining the beige carpet on the floor."

"She was lying in the bathtub with bright red blood oozing from her wrists and her face was pale. She died."

"Severe depression, and I never knew, she always behaved normally in front of me, and I don't know what she went through during that time."

"I would be sent to oil painting classes by her during the day, and I would come back very late. We moved frequently, and I never delved into these doubts. Even if I was a little vigilant at the time, maybe she would not have such a thing happen."

"Brother Lu, none of this is your fault, no one would want such a thing to happen." Shen Jianan said.He was about to step forward when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

"Brother Lu, there seems to be something caught in the corner of the oil painting." One side of the oil painting was not completely fixed, and a small piece of paper was exposed from it. He stepped forward and pulled out an envelope from it.

Due to the long time of storage, the skin of the envelope turned yellow, Shen Jianan handed the envelope to Lu Huai, Lu Huai opened the envelope, read each line carefully, finally folded the envelope, put it back carefully, and said: "Let's go. "

The two did not go up to the third floor, but went out the door and walked towards the depths of the woods. The view gradually opened up, and it was a rose garden. The roses had passed their flowering period and looked a little decayed.

There is a pure white tombstone in the center of the rose garden, and the photo on it will always stay at her most beautiful age.

"Mother, this is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, so I want to bring it here for you to see. As you wish, I am very happy." Lu Huai said warmly.

Shen Jianan stepped forward and bowed deeply, "Auntie, you have educated Brother Lu very well. You are a great mother. I will always be by his side."

A gust of wind blew by, carrying the fragrance of flowers, and beside the tombstone, a rose bloomed beautifully despite the cold.

When the two returned, Aunt Zhang had already cooked the meal, and Shen Jianan found that the dishes on the table were all Brother Lu's usual favorites.

"Jianan, tell Aunt Zhang what kind of food you like, and Auntie will make it for you when you come next time." Aunt Zhang asked with a smile.

Shen Jianan swallowed the food in his mouth, and replied: "Auntie, the food you cook is delicious, as long as it is your food, I like it!"

The pleasing words and the well-behaved appearance made Aunt Zhang smile, and the meal was very pleasant.

When the two finally left, she also stuffed Shen Jianan with a lot of small snacks made by herself, her eyes were filled with relief.

As the car was driving on the road, Lu Huai glanced at the person in the rearview mirror and asked, "Did Gu Ximing call just now?"

Shen Jianan carefully held a square picture frame wrapped in paper in his hand, and replied: "Well, make an appointment with me to discuss the shooting of the short film."

"Brother Lu, draw me a picture later."

"I... I haven't touched a paintbrush for a long time."

"It's okay, I can also learn to draw. Draw you."

The author has something to say: I am short, and I have already knelt down.

The development of the plot is too slow, and the rhythm should be adjusted next, thank you everyone who never left.