Lu Chenfeng raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, took the brush and asked, "Are you sure? What if I can't draw well?"
"You gave the gift." Lin Chaosheng gave Lu Chenfeng his seat, "Of course you have to come."
Lu Chenfeng didn't refuse. He sat down and moved his right wrist two times first. The outer wall of the small flower pot is smooth, which is more difficult than painting on a flat surface: "What do you want me to paint?"
Lin Chaosheng said, "You decide."
With the ending of the dissipated words in his mouth, the first scene that jumped into Lu Chenfeng's mind was the rooftop of the inn after the Qingming rain. Lin Chaosheng leaned against the rail and stared at the back of the mountains and seas. Looking down to interrupt his thoughts, Lu Chenfeng recalled the landscape photos on the walls of the corridor, dipped in blue paint, hovered the tip of the pen, and then stroked very steadily. Even when drawing on a curved surface, the lines were still neat and smooth, and a few strokes outlined the coast. Outline.
Then came the green, rolling hills perfectly rendered.
Lin Chaosheng stared at the small flowerpot covered in layers of color, and suddenly asked, "Does your profession have anything to do with art?"
Glancing at Lin Chaosheng with a wry smile in surprise, Lu Chenfeng asked back, "Even if it is, is it necessary to be so surprised?"
"Of course." Lin Chaosheng sighed and said, "People who study fine arts are best at sketching and sketching. They are generally very sensitive and sensitive to the structure of the scene, the level of color, the angle of light and shadow, etc., and their aesthetic vision is relatively strict. Don't those few photos become a 'classman' in front of professionals?"
"I actually like your composition." This compliment refers to Lin Chaosheng's new work. Lu Chenfeng kept writing even when he was chatting, and his attention was still on the vessel in his hand. He took the initiative to confess, "Art is my work. As an elective major at the university, I often do some design now.”
Lin Chaosheng asked curiously, "Which type is it?"
Lu Chenfeng smiled modestly: "You won't be interested."
A quarter of an hour later, a landscape of mountains and seas was completely displayed on the small flower pot. Lu Chenfeng looked at it, looking left and right, and always felt that the position of the sky should not be left blank, as if something was missing.
Without much effort, Lu Chenfeng chose materials from his memory, poked the tip of his pen into the orange-red paint jar, and said casually, "On the way from Dali Airport to Erhai Lake, the taxi driver told me something."
Lin Chaosheng answered: "What is it?"
Lu Chenfeng: "He told me that when you see a colorful cloud over the Erhai Sea, you can make a wish on it, and maybe it will come true."
When chatting with Lin Chaosheng about this topic, Lu Chenfeng remembered the first photo of the other party hanging in the corridor. He couldn't help wondering if Lin Chaosheng made a wish at that time, and what kind of wish he made.
Lin Chaosheng: "How did you respond to him?"
"Obviously, the fulfillment of the wish has nothing to do with this, it's just superstition." After Lu Chenfeng explained his inner thoughts, he turned to ask, "What's Boss Lin's opinion?"
Lin Chaosheng's answer was beyond Lu Chenfeng's expectations: "I just think that everything that can comfort the soul is worth trusting."
The pressed wrist paused for a moment, Lu Chenfeng didn't dare to distract himself too much, but Lin Chaosheng's answer really went through his mind, so that the "beautiful" in the driver's mouth was finally realized after so long. .
"It's almost there." Lu Chenfeng put down his brush and handed the small flower pot to Lin Chaosheng, "If you don't paint well, be tolerant."
Lin Chaosheng took it with satisfaction and said, "You are too modest."
Lu Chenfeng brushed off the dust on his cuffs: "It's fine if you don't dislike it."
The dusk is getting late, the night is changing, stepping on the tail of the setting sun, the two walked to the inn together. There were only a few businesses left on the street, and the quiet atmosphere could be heard from time to time with the roar of children. Lin Chaosheng was holding a small flower pot in his palm, swaying from left to right as he was physically drying the paint on the surface.
Lu Chenfeng smirked and deliberately teased him: "Are you tired? Let me lift it for you for a while."
"No." Lin Chaosheng's eyes moved following the pattern on the flowerpot, "I'm not tired."
After dinner, Lin Chaosheng went back to his room. Lu Chenfeng already knew his routine and didn't bother him any more. Pushing open the door of his room, the suitcase was spread out on the ground, he walked around the cabinet and walked to the balcony, folded and packed the clothes he washed by hand yesterday.
I slept a lot during the day, so I'm afraid I wasn't sleepy that night. Lu Chenfeng was used to making up sleep on the plane, so he decided to go to the front hall to kill time.
Jian Yi left a chandelier on the top of the bookshelf for him, indicating that Lu Chenfeng could call him anytime if he needed anything. Lu Chenfeng thanked Jian Yi for the green orange tea he brewed for him, and whispered "good night".
Opening the drawing book, Lu Chenfeng examined his design, and what appeared on the paper was a red sapphire necklace. Stunning enough, extravagant enough, and unforgettable enough at a glance, but apart from the similar luxury, Lu Chenfeng couldn't find the brilliance of this work.
In other words, it is missing something unique about itself.
Once he fell into deep thinking, it was difficult to pull away from it in a short period of time. When Lu Chenfeng put down his pencil for nothing, the hour hand on the dial had already crossed zero. The darkness outside the window flooded into the room like a tide, and Lu Chenfeng rubbed his face wearily. Every time his inspiration was limited and unsustainable, his heart would always be filled with great loss and depression.
The way to save himself is to relieve stress through reading. Lu Chenfeng got up and moved his pantothenic shoulders and arms, looking up and sifting books on the bookshelf. Almost under the control of the subconscious, his eyes precisely locked on the thick leather notebook next to the guestbook. He raised his hand and pulled it out, intending to satisfy his curiosity before leaving "Jia Xi".
There was no word on the cover, Lu Chenfeng opened the first page, and a line of powerful handwriting suddenly came into view: To the best Lin Chaosheng.
Lu Chenfeng's brows twitched, and suddenly he felt that this book was a little hot. He didn't seem to be flipping it. After all, it was something someone else wrote to Lin Chaosheng.
Immediately afterwards, looking down, he found a few small characters at the bottom, Lu Chenfeng fixed his eyes on it: Allow to read :)
The little smiling face at the end was too playful, Lu Chenfeng raised his lips and thought for a moment, guessing that the other books could not be read for a while, since the owner of the book allowed to read, he planned to continue to look back.
The text on the new page didn't read two lines. Lu Chenfeng checked the content of the following pages in doubt. If he didn't distinguish the mistake, the content in this notebook was written by Lin Chaosheng to himself.
Most of the excerpts are from movies and famous works, and a small part involves musicals and poems. Lin Chaosheng selectively used the copied text to correspond to the mood of the day, and attached a few thoughts and comments at the end.
Lu Chenfeng turned back to the first page, only to realize that his mood was no longer calm, his thoughts were firmly entangled in this notebook, and he was destined to read every word on it into his heart.
The content of the first excerpt is relatively small. It is a lyric from the late Baroque composer Handel's oratorio, which is excerpted from "Messiah".
All valleys will be filled / all mountains will be flattened / high and low will become flat / rugged become plain
The meaning is cryptic, Lu Chenfeng took out his mobile phone and clicked on the web page to search for this aria.
Lin Chaosheng's comment is the same as the original text: "Every one of us is in a deep valley, longing for God and time to smooth everything out."
The date and place were written at the end, and Lu Chenfeng opened his eyes slightly at the end of reading, and suddenly tightened his eyebrows—Lin Chaosheng, January 17, 2016, in Beijing.