The wall clock on the wall just stepped into the time of half past nine in the evening.
But since nine o'clock, Su Houde has been standing outside the corridor, looking at the spacious room inside.
The smell of watercolor paint came from the room from time to time, and there was some soft music. It wasn't until the last student inside also finished scanning a fake "David" that he left at half past nine.
This is a studio.
At this time, in the studio, wearing a canvas denim apron, with his hair curled up, the art teacher with an elegant temperament let out a long breath, looked at the empty studio, and showed a satisfied smile.
She began to tidy up the tools and stools in the studio.
"Three Niang..."
Su Houde called softly.
Luo Qiu who had been watching with him for half an hour suddenly said, "Aren't you planning to go in?"
Su Houde hesitated for a moment, then asked: "She...doesn't remember me?"
Luo Qiu said indifferently: "Do you still remember Tai Yinzi? I asked him some things about the "Gaoshang Jade Emperor's Heart Seal Scripture". Every time a stage is completed, it means that a skin is abandoned. Abandoned is abandoned , she won't remember you who made jade for her back then, nor herself who asked you to make jade for her back then... Why do you need to ask? After reading it for half an hour, don't you have an answer in your mind?"
Su Houde sighed and said: "She is Sanniang, but I can't feel that she is Sanniang... Her eyes are not like this."
Saying that, Su Houde gritted his teeth, took a step suddenly, and walked into the studio.
Suddenly someone broke in. The young art teacher Qin Chuyu, who has not been called Yu for three years, said in surprise, "Sir, I have closed the door. Is there anything wrong?"
"Sanniang..." Su Houde called softly.
Qin Chuyu showed a slightly wary look, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
Although this man is not really sloppy, but he has a kind of downcast look, with a haggard face, which can easily make people feel defensive—at least, Qin Chuyu's appearance is like this now.
Su Houde felt a pain in his heart, and his face turned pale again. He bowed his head sadly, but sat aside, with Qin Chuyu and Qin Chuyu separated by the drawing board.
"Sir, what do you want to do?"
"Can I paint a picture? I can pay for it... just the time of a painting."
"Sir, I'm closing now. If you want to learn painting, you can come and sign up tomorrow."
However, Su Houde has already grabbed a Da Vinci V35 on the tool tray beside him, and after dipping in water, the scattered hairs of the brush are gathered into a sharp point, like a thrush pen.
Su Houde sat very straight, closed his eyes, held the paintbrush, and remained still.
Qin Chuyu has never seen a person so focused when writing. She couldn't help frowning—should I ask the security guards from the mall to drive this person away, or use some method to drive this person away.
Thinking about things secretly, this strange man has already started to do it.
He concentrated on writing, not looking at her, with strands of tenderness in his eyes.
Crack rubbing, dyeing, outline.
There are strange colors interspersed in the strokes. Out of curiosity, Qin Chuyu walked behind Su Houde and took a look, then did not leave.
This is not the way of Western painting. This person actually uses a watercolor brush as if it were a brush for ink painting.
But... What he sketched seemed to be a picture of a woman in a palace costume.
The person in the painting seems to be jumping out of the drawing paper gradually. Qin Chuyu opened his mouth slightly, the woman in this painting seemed to be drawn with her as a template.
Su Houde began to write inscriptions on the canvas, and he also inscribed the words written by readers.
"Sit in front of the yellow flowers and hold a memorial ceremony. When you wake up, you will still remember when you were drunk."
"Cinnabar is a thousand-year-old medicine, and it is hard to get rid of temple cream in the daytime."
"The inscription behind him is just for himself, and the puppet in front of him is busy with him."
"Reminiscing about the floating life and turning it into a dream, in the end... there must be an end."
Qin Chuyu seemed to be brought into a wonderful artistic conception by the inscribed poem, and suddenly lost his mind. When she recovered, Su Houde had already walked out the door and was about to leave.
There were several crumpled bills on the stool...seems to have been paid for.
Qin Chuyu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly stopped and said, "Sir, your painting..."
"Send it to you."
Su Houde closed the door.
Qin Chuyu subconsciously grabbed the banknotes on the stool, and rushed out of the studio, but saw that the corridors on both sides were empty, could anyone be seen there
Before she returned to the finished painting, she felt that this night was a bit inexplicable... wonderful.
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"She really forgot about me...and herself..."
In the square outside the shopping mall, Su Houde sat on the edge of the music fountain that had been turned off, looked at the unclear night sky dejectedly, and suddenly said: "Once upon a time, the sky was full of stars."
"There must be an end." Luo Qiu sat down, sitting next to Su Houde, and said softly: "There must be an end."
"What on earth have I been up and down for five hundred years?" Su Houde looked at Luo Qiu.
Luo Qiu shook his head.
How do you know that there is no such thing as the wisdom that has been accumulated for countless hours to tell the truth, okay
It's just that I feel that if I can't say it, I can't lose my face as the owner of the club, so I can only say like an old monk: "I'm tired of love."
Su Houde was taken aback.
He suddenly laughed, laughed, and laughed sadly. He stood up suddenly, opened his hands, and let his body fall backwards into the fountain, sinking into the water.
After a long time, Su Houde said indifferently: "It's over... Take what you want. You don't need this painful memory."
Luo Qiu nodded, stretched out his hand and grabbed Su Houde.
Some light finally caught in Luo Qiu's palm and formed a ball of light. At the same time, Su Houde suddenly stood up, feeling the changes in himself.
He felt that something was taking off from his body, and his whole body became very light, "I... what's wrong with me?"
"What keeps you up and down for five hundred years is the obsession with wanting to see Yu Sanniang again. What is the source of the obsession? It should be the reluctance for that relationship. You said it was pain, because you loved it deeply .”
Luo Qiu played with the ball of light in his hand and said: "But if you don't have all those good memories, where does your obsession come from? There must be an end... and it will eventually dissipate."
"Is it... Me too..."
He finally closed his eyes.
When Su Houde opened his eyes again, he felt cold all over his body, which was terrible, "I... where is this? Who are you?"
The jade craftsman from the previous life has disappeared, and now it is only Su Houde himself—he has also forgotten this absurd incident.
So here comes the problem.
Who suddenly fell into the pool, he suddenly saw a sneaky guy with a mask standing in front of him, he felt very bad.
Luo Qiu said: "It doesn't really matter who I am... what matters is whether you have forgotten anything?"
Su Houde frowned, and said in a daze, "I seem to be...a little confused."
Luo Qiu put a few banknotes on the ground, "You forget that your family is worried about you, lest you encounter any accident."
"What?"
At this moment, Su Houde seemed to have seen a ghost, and suddenly became very panicked... The guy in front of him is gone!
"Damn..."
He suddenly rang the alarm, and the words said by the strange family rang, and subconsciously took out his mobile phone. The caller ID had already been maxed out by his family and friends.
He couldn't help but said in amazement: "How long has it been since I've been home?"
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