It was past ten o'clock, and I didn't see Ye Fei's figure. Chen Jiajun knew that it was not that she went back to the dormitory directly from the night market, but that she did not come back at all, because Yanes did not come back either. He lives in the resort next to the dive shop, and the motorcycle is so loud that he can't hear it.
He frowned and looked at the three sheets of paper in his hand. The same scene was drawn by three people. The top one was painted by Ye Fei. The white light from the ceiling lamp hits down, the white paper glows with a faint blue light, and the handwriting on it is messy and childish.
The white paper crosses over, and there is a scribbled island underneath; the middle wave lines representing the sea surface are not stretched and rounded at all; the two arcs across the sky are also crooked and twisted, and there are dots in the middle of the arc, as if accidentally poked up ink.
Chen Jiajun raised the corners of his mouth, either sneered or simply amused. Is this the Milky Way in her eyes
There was the buzzing of motorcycles in the distance, which instantly became a roar nearby, and then returned to tranquility. There were rustling footsteps on the beach, and the chatter of two people coming and going, accompanied by brisk laughter.
"Hey, there are still people in the store." Jaynes has long legs, and he steps up the steps in two steps. "Oh, it's the boss."
Chen Jiajun nodded and saw the girl behind him. She walked lightly with a smile on her face. Her bangs were overwhelmed by the motorcycle helmet, and the ends of her hair were blown by the wind, making her look unkempt. A loose men's shirt, covering the thighs, looked like a dress.
When Ye Fei returned to the store, he remembered that he was still wearing Jaynes' shirt, took it off, shook the folds, and handed it back to his hand.
Chen Jiajun put down the three paintings in his hands, and said in a flat tone: "I'm back." Not a question, but a simple statement.
Jaynes smiled and said, "Yes, I have eaten a lot of food. I guess I will have to finish the class next time."
"Tomorrow will be very busy. It's getting late, go back and get a good sleep."
Jaynes and the duo said goodnight, waved their hands, and walked towards the resort along the path under the terrace.
Ye Fei walked to Chen Jiajun: "Boss, what will I do tomorrow?"
"Let me think about it."
"Then I'll go back first. You can tell me tomorrow morning." She turned around, "I'll go first."
"Wait a minute, I have something to look for you."
Ye Fei walked over and stood at the table: "Are you waiting for me?"
He clenched his fist, knocked his knuckles on the table: "I haven't settled accounts with you yet."
"Ah? I... I didn't..." Ye Fei's mind flew around. She had just been here for a few days, and there was nothing left in his hand.
"It's really settled." He raised his chin, motioned Ye Fei to sit on the chair opposite the table, then took out two dollar bills from the notebook beside him and pushed them flatly, "No interest."
"I'm generous, forget the interest." Ye Fei smiled, pressing the side of the dollar and trying to draw it, but he didn't twitch. He raised his eyes and saw Chen Jiajun looking at himself with a smile.
He said leisurely: "You stepped on those sand footprints, right?"
"Ah? What footprints?" She didn't pretend to be a fool, but she really forgot.
"Before you left last time, here." He raised his eyebrows and cast his eyes to the corner of the terrace.
Ye Fei also raised his eyebrows like him: "Where is the evidence? Boss, you need evidence for your words! Are there witnesses? Is there monitoring?"
"I'll spare you this time, I'll catch you next time, see if I won't chop your feet!" He threatened viciously.
She hadn't been afraid of the other party's stubbornness for a long time, and withdrew the dollar with a smile: "No, no, they all said, boss, you are the nicest."
Chen Jiajun snorted.
Ye Fei was going to say something to him, but he was shocked by his word "settling the account" just now, and couldn't remember for a moment: "Then now... I... can go now?"
"Wait." Chen Jiajun pushed her masterpiece over, "Did you tell Bo Mai a story today? Made it yourself."
Ye Fei nodded: "She said that the mermaid and Snow White have heard of it, and I can't remember any complete fairy tales that can be spoken in English." She was a little worried, "Bo Mai...what did you say?"
Chen Jiajun's face was stern: "She said, you are very interesting, but the painting is too ugly."
"Ah..." was despised by the kindergarten children.
Chen Jiajun saw her open her mouth in embarrassment, couldn't hold back, and gave a grin: "I said the second half."
Ye Fei gave him a glance and muttered: "I know that Bo Mai is very kind."
Chen Jiajun pushed another piece of paper. It was a child’s immature handwriting: "But I really think that Bo Mai painted better." His expression softened, "She showed me this painting in the evening and said what you said. There is a very beautiful island in the story, and it took me to the beach to see the stars."
Ye Fei was a little embarrassed: "I made it up."
"Bo Mai said that I asked me to write down the story for her, but she relayed it very simply, so I will ask you." He pushed the third piece of paper, "I guessed it based on what she said, and drew it. A sketch. Can you tell it again? I'll see if I drew it correctly."
Ye Fei took it and stood up the piece of paper. Seeing the picture in front of him, he only felt that for a moment, both heartbeat and breathing stopped. Chen Jiajun uses an ordinary ballpoint pen, the picture is simple, but it shows the transition of light and shadow. A smoky arc across the sky, alternating light and dark, seems to be able to see the dazzling stars in it. The quiet night sky and the leaping sea gently embrace the white sand island at the bottom of the screen, with long and thin sandy beaches thrown out on both sides of the island, drifting away, and sinking into the Milky Way in the sky at the end. In the vast starry sky, the nebula with spiral arms echoes the small islands on the sea. I also drew a small child on the beach, looking up at the starry sky, holding a thin line in his hand, connected to a small paper boat swaying on the sea.
In this painting, she saw the vastness of time and space, and, like a child, the awe and curiosity of the sky and the ocean.
Ye Fei sincerely praised: "The painting is really good, how did you do it?"
"Talent." He uttered two words slowly in a calm tone, but Ye Fei could hear it with a hint of complacency.
She was really convinced and didn't raise the bar: "I mean, how did you think of it? Bo Mai told you?"
"She said that there is a small island connected to the big river in the sky, and you can go on a boat." Chen Jiajun said lightly, "A painter once said,
I dream of painting, and then I paint my dream. "
Ye Fei raised his eyes: "Who?"
"Vincent Van Gogh."
He handed a pen: "It's your turn, write your story on the back."
Ye Fei took the pen and paper, resting his chin, and concentrating on it. Yu Guang felt that the other party had been watching him, raised his head, and met his deep eyes. "You turn it over first." She was a little anxious. "You keep looking at me, how can you write it?"
He whispered and turned his face away.
Ye Fei remembered the story he told Bo Mai during the day, thought about it several times in his mind, and wrote down the words in his mind:
"There is a small island, on the surface, it is no different from the thousands of small islands in the sea. The island is covered with white sand, and the bushes in the center are no more than one person high. However, the two ends of the island protrude from the slender sandbars, clear In the sea water, like two white ribbons dancing with the waves. There is always one night every year, the last crescent moon disappears, and the stars in the sky gather. You stand in the middle of the island, and you can’t tell where the sea and the sky meet. Hundreds of millions of stars, or hundreds of millions of white sands. Walking along the sandbar, you can come to the bank of a big river. There, you can go upstream by boat, and you look back, the island is like a piece of the sky The nebula, the star arms are long and narrow, hovering like a flying ribbon."
She wrote the last period and sighed: "Do you all know each other? I'll read it to you." As she said, she said each word.
Chen Jiajun didn't know when she quietly walked behind her: "Well, the writing is good."
Ye Fei was proud.
He added: "I mean, compared to your paintings."
Ye Fei gave him a glance: "You write well, come on, don't stop talking nonsense."
Chen Jiajun joked: "If I can do anything, what else can you do?"
"..."
Ye Fei thought of something, and hurriedly smiled: "You speak Chinese so well, but you don't know how to write, right?"
Chen Jiajun snorted, but did not deny: "It was okay before, so I haven't written for a long time."
"Where did you learn Chinese? It is more standard than others."
"I lived in Xiamen for a while when I was young."
Ye Fei suddenly said, "No wonder."
"My dad went to the university in Beijing back then. I hope we can also speak Chinese."
"Huh?" She was surprised in her turn.
"Go back and see more history."
"Speaking of it, I joined a Southeast Asian Cultural Exchange Association." Ye Fei said happily, "I also gave a small lecture with the video and pictures you gave me. Everyone was very interested. Someone asked me to write an article for the magazine. For articles about the island, can you authorize the photos to them? There should be a contribution fee. I would like to add some more text materials."
Chen Jiajun took the paragraph she had written, and glanced at it twice: "I wrote it recently, let me see it, and I'll decide."
Ye Fei nodded.
"It would be better if you brought Scuba Libre's name." He blinked slyly.
Ye Fei raised his eyebrows: "Then count as an advertisement. Why do you thank me?"
He twitched the corners of his mouth: "You will not be charged for the use of your photos."
Ye Feibai said: "Be stingy, use your photos to help you advertise, you say you don't charge for the contribution."
Chen Jiajun supported the table with one hand and leaned forward: "Your ears are better?"
She thought that the other party was going to pull her ears to see again, but suddenly she was inexplicably nervous, and stepped back: "The doctor said there is nothing wrong.
He smiled nonchalantly: "Then, I'll teach you how to dive."
"Really?"
He squinted his eyes: "I am very strict. Many students have been scolded and cryed by me."
"Paper tiger." Ye Fei flattened his mouth in disdain, "Do you think you have the ability to make me cry?"
"Try it?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Who is afraid of whom?" She also raised her eyebrows.
"Okay, wait for IDC to finish." Chen Jiajun said.
"Have you been preparing for a long time?"
"Fortunately, I am also busy with other things." He said, "I have compiled some videos and photos. Would you like to watch it?"
Chen Jiajun asked Ye Fei to sit at his desk, drag some videos to the playlist, and explain while watching.
She saw it with gusto, leaned forward, pointed to the screen and asked: "What is this brown one? I don't seem to have seen it on the map."
"You didn't read the book carefully, this is Batfish's juvenile fish." Chen Jiajun was standing behind her with his arms, and then leaned down, holding the back of the chair with one hand and the mouse with the other hand, and clicked on a photo, "Adult This is the period, what is your name? Yes, Yanyu, you still watched it drool."
"Remember, the pictures of young fish are small pictures in the corners." Ye Fei leaned back happily. Chen Jiajun was startled and watched her black head hit his arms.
Ye Fei didn't have time to think about it, only that the back of his head and shoulders were pressed against a solid chest. Her back is slightly cool, and she can feel the heat of the other person's body through the T-shirts of the two people. His muscles were tense, and his hair seemed to be rubbing against his chin. The refreshing soap scent and faint tobacco smell enveloped her in an instant. Ye Fei's breath choked, and he didn't dare to move. She felt that her throat was about to lock up. Although it was only a short time, it was like suffocation, so she swallowed heavily, with a "grunt" in her throat.
This voice sounded a bit greedy.
The video happened to be a section of the whale shark swimming near the middle of the gray-blue ocean, and the melodious song came from the speakers.
Gentle impulsion
Shakes and makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
The soundtrack is a drumbeat with a heartbeat. She even suspected that her heart had jumped out of her chest.
Ye Fei's heart tightened, and when he recovered, he leaned forward hurriedly, almost sticking to the screen. There is a flower in front of me, the blue sea, schools of fish, and corals are full of vision, like a gorgeous oil painting.
The pressure on his chest suddenly disappeared, and Chen Jiajun also breathed a sigh of relief, vaguely feeling that his arms were empty. The girl in front of her has a stiff back, staring at the screen motionlessly, trying to get into the computer. He really wanted to pat the back of her head to see what kind of nervous expression was on her face, but this thought only appeared for a moment, and he retreated to a safe distance forbearing.
After watching another video, Ye Fei, who was fidgeting, found an excuse to slip away. Chen Jiajun didn't say anything, sitting on the terrace, turning over the painting in his hand, carefully reading the paragraph she wrote. Although the handwriting on the paper is delicate, but the strokes are clear and neat, just like this girl, a bit decisive and persistent.
Her writing is pure and beautiful, and her tone of voice is calm and gentle when she reads. The melodious voice, with faint joy and yearning, is like describing a dream. Rafting in the starry night, from the sea into the Tianhe, that seemed to be the scene he had dreamed of. Chen Jiajun couldn't help thinking of Yanes' evaluation, Nightingale.
Ye Fei did not walk directly back to the dormitory, but along the beach, walked up the trestle bridge protruding into the sea, and walked to the floating platform at the end.
Her heart was still beating wildly, and there was a sour and joyful emotion that drew strands of thread in her chest. Some thoughts she didn't dare to touch and face were looming, and anticipation was mixed with hesitation and fear.
When preparing for the lecture, she watched many documentaries describing the ocean. She dreamed of the nebula-like island at night. Today, she made up a story and told it to Bo Mai.
And Chen Jiajun said, I paint my dream.
At that time she almost blurted out, and you also drew my dream.
Lifting his head, the night sky is deep, clear and starry.
It's like Starry starry night singing to Vincent.