"… You finally took the time to care about the unfinished blackboard newspaper these past two days…"
Her tone is always clear and calm, but after spending more time with Jiang Hongshao, one can hear more hidden meanings in her tone, a hint of anger. Is she... blaming him
Cheng Ran looked at the woven plastic sheet. It was well prepared and obviously measured. Recently, there have been frequent summer rains at night. Although there are eaves on the cultural wall, the surface of the painting is indeed easily eroded, and it is inevitable to repair it the next day. Now using a piece of plastic sheet to cover it and protect it when not painting is a good way. It seems that Jiang Hongshao has been doing this for the past two days.
"These are two sticks, which can be put through the two corners of the plastic sheet respectively. When you want to paint, you can do this..." Jiang Hongshao bent down and propped up the sticks, and the plastic sheet was stretched out, opening like a sunshade above her head.
She smiled, "Well, that's it. If it rains suddenly, it can still block it."
Cheng Ran felt slightly touched. This was the result of her own labor, and she was working hard to help maintain it. Such seriousness and meticulousness were touching.
To be fair, he loved being with her. It seemed that when he was with her, the air around him would become more comfortable. Cheng Ran remembered watching a fantasy movie before, where the protagonists could walk into a brand new fantasy world from the closet, where they started to have love, hatred, and become the king of the new world.
It seems that the construction site and cultural wall behind this building board are also such a magical place, brewing little secrets that belong only to this place bit by bit.
Cheng Ran originally thought that she would ask him about the art performance. After all, he hadn’t seen her since then. Sometimes he didn’t know how to explain it. This matter could be regarded as his past life self having screwed over his future life self. It was always a mess caused by his youthful recklessness. However, it was not easy to explain. It was full of embarrassment and emotions like “No…”
But surprisingly, Jiang Hongshao didn't ask about it. Was it a good manner of not exposing someone's scars, or was she simply not interested? If it was the latter, Cheng Ran would be a little unhappy. Doesn't this mean that she doesn't care about his affairs at all
But it's nothing, for the mature Jiang Hongshao, she might have the mindset of seeing through but not saying it. She doesn't even think it's strange, after all, there are many boys who have written love letters to her, and Cheng Ran, who confessed to Yang Xia, is undoubtedly one of them.
Instead, she was very interested in Cheng Ran's excellent painting skills. The comet above their heads would only shine for a while and then disappear into the distance. It would not be a departure of a century, but a periodic separation from humans for dozens of centuries. It would undoubtedly be very meaningful to record this comet at this time. Even a glimpse of its stunning beauty could become a symbol of the existence of a period of time.
Cheng Ran flipped open the orbital map, which was faxed to him by Jiang Hongshao's aunt who lived overseas. When Jiang Hongshao gave it to him, she sorted out more than a dozen pages, which recorded the orbits and various parameters in great detail. The problem was that such detailed information was not needed at all. However, it could be seen from this that Jiang Hongshao's aunt was also a serious person...
Jiang Hongshao's dressing style is always just right, even Cheng Ran, a reborn person, can't find any fault with it. Maybe it's because her family has an international perspective. At least Cheng Ran has observed some of her previous clothes, and found that many of them cannot be bought in the country at this stage.
Someone in her family lives overseas, and she speaks English so well, so she probably goes abroad often, maybe even spends her summer vacation abroad... Well, this information can always be inferred from various sources.
Cheng Ran took out a paintbrush from his pocket, opened a bottle, read the description on the bottle, and said, "Oh, it turns out it's not watercolor, it's acrylic paint..."
Jiang Hongshao ignored his correction and looked at the unfinished product from the side. "What kind of painting method do you use? I have seen the masterpieces of Girdin Tye and Constable before. Many people with solid skills cannot break away from the traces of these masters, but you prefer classicism, focus on sketching, and are very skilled in technique, so it is easy to produce very impressive works..."
Cheng Ran opened his mouth and said, "I don't understand what you said... If I have to name a school, it would be the school of great strength to create miracles."
Jiang Hongshao looked at him seriously for a while, and thought, "Not really, you didn't overdo it with the colors, just right..."
Could you please stop being so curious
Do I have to tell you that this is the rebirth avant-garde style
Fortunately, Jiang Hongshao did not ask too many questions. For things she did not understand, she would ask more questions first. When she could not get any results, she would just observe more.
Cheng Ran's composition uses an orbital diagram to show the various stages of human beings, which is equivalent to a historical reproduction. Of course, Cheng Ran has compared the world before and after some historical nodes and consulted information, looking for places that match the history he can remember in his previous life.
Seeing the pictures gradually taking shape under Cheng Ran's pen, Jiang Hongshao seemed to be immersed in the historical process outlined by Cheng Ran.
She whispered, "So many things happened in our past. If we condense the past history into one day, a major disaster happened in the world just a few minutes before us. Two hours ago, humans had not yet entered industrial civilization..."
"The time we exist in this life, from birth to death, is probably less than half an hour."
"Well," Cheng Ran added, his wrist shaking as he applied ink, "and during this half hour, we were together."
As he spoke, Cheng Ran subconsciously tried to dodge her next attack.
But unexpectedly, there was no precision-guided weapon like pen or ink thrown at her. She just looked at him, smiled slightly, and said nothing. But if anyone else had that look, they would probably have made a big mistake and couldn't bear it.
"I thought you were just talking nonsense."
Jiang Hongshao's voice came.
Cheng Ran could already feel the biting breath.
He took a step back, took a break and observed his paintings, and said softly, "Sometimes people need to have a vision beyond the three realms. When you are in an event, a period of time, or even an era, you don't feel that it is just shrouded in fog. But if you can look back at history and learn from it, you will find that no matter which period, the world has only two states: one is chaotic, and the other is relatively stable."
"There is one thing that is absolute, that is, the world is constantly changing. Even in relatively stable periods, people's work, the careers they are engaged in, the prosperity of a market, the rise and fall of an industry, the ups and downs of history, and the wars that have occurred are nothing more than sand towers that gather and disperse in the torrent of time."
It is precisely because of his experience of rebirth that when Cheng Ran spoke of this, there was a natural harmony and naturalness in his words.
“The world is always changing. How can we stand firm in such a change? If possible, I would like to stand at the forefront of the change.”
Jiang Hongshao looked at him, her eyes flickered a few times, and she smiled, "You look so serious... so silly."
I really don't have the quality of a reborn person. Why has this trick of fooling people never worked
Cheng Ran was so embarrassed.
But then Jiang Hongshao's voice suddenly made the atmosphere and the hearts freeze.
Her eyes fell on the red clouds outside the teaching building and the deeper sky, and she opened her red lips slightly, "But, these words... I like them."
…
When Jiang Hongshao and I came out of the cultural wall, the last ray of sunlight in the sky also sank.
Cheng Ran moved the stool out and returned it to the guard room. As a reward, Cheng Ran took the initiative to treat everyone and bought two bottles of water from the store at the school gate. He asked for a bottle of mineral water and asked Jiang Hongshao, who said the same as hers.
The two chatted as they walked down the avenue.
What they didn't know was that in a snack bar on this road that sold fried stinky tofu, fried potatoes and jelly, Zhang Xiaojia, who had not left home after school, came here with her bestie to satisfy her appetite. While nibbling on potatoes dipped in chili powder, the potato cubes skewered on bamboo sticks in her hand "smashed" into the plate with a "click", splashing the chili powder in the seasoning dish high into the air.
"What's wrong?" Her best friend frowned, "Why are you so distraught..."
Zhang Xiaojia looked at the two figures on the street and rubbed her eyes stupidly... Then, the expression on her face was like...
It was like seeing a ghost.