Ye Qi Tian Tian (2)

? After staying in Shuangxi for about half a month, its leaf field came to Shuangxi. To tell the truth, I didn't notice her at all. At that time, I used to use a brush as a brush. Trying to erase the haze from my heart. I don't know how to live, no matter Wei and Jin Dynasties.

? When Ye Tiantian came to chat with me, I was very unhappy. In her words, my eyelids turned and I looked disdainful. However, she is not so easy to get rid of. At that time, she signed up for a good news writing class and wrote an assignment every day. Alexander, she really can't live without interviewing someone every day. While drawing, I talked to her one by one. She always has special skills. After living in a foreign country for a week, she will go home soon. Before leaving, she resolutely moved to my apartment in Jiangnan. Unexpectedly, this stay delayed her trip home. It is so capricious and extravagant for a civil servant to drag on for more than ten days.

? Jiangnan apartment is a typical quadrangle in the south. A * * * four-story building, each floor has four standard rooms and a hall. Ye Tiantian and I live in a standard room, and there is a table in the hall as our reception room.

? On the day of double happiness, I usually arrange it like this. I get up at seven in the morning, wash my face after getting up, and then go to town to eat steamed stuffed buns. Shuangxi's steamed stuffed bun is delicious and the dough is a little sweet. The stuffing inside is shredded bamboo shoots and fried meat, which tastes delicious. Add a bowl of green tea egg drop soup, soak the tea leaves, filter off the leaves, and add an egg and a little brown sugar to the tea soup. It is nutritious and delicious. Back in Xi 'an, I made this egg drop soup several times, but it didn't taste like Shuangliu. I called my local painter, and she talked for a long time, but I was still puzzled and had to give up. Her family also has a kind of pickled ginger, which seems to be soaked in wine. Every morning, she takes two tablets and gets hot all over. After breakfast, go to the studio to draw until noon 12. Ye is a serious person and an indomitable person, but in painting, there is really no talent. Everyone in Mr. Lin can become an artist. She almost failed. She can't understand the simple principle of the law of the jungle. She can't draw a carton for three days. But the day she left, she finally drew a complete carton, which made me sit up and take notice of her willpower. Sometimes we go to Hougou to see the wild waterfalls with some painting friends early in the morning, and shout together among the mountains and rivers: I am an artist. Shuangxi is such a magical place that you feel from the bottom of your heart that you are the reincarnation of Van Gogh.

? Taking a nap is my habit. I slept until two o'clock. We get up and have tea. After drinking, we went to the classroom. We can paint for about two or three hours, and then it's time to eat. In the afternoon, we usually walk around the old street or the farmland around it, and then go to the studio to paint until the studio closes at 9 o'clock.

? The studio was closed, so we walked home along the old street and bought some wine along the way. A can of kiwi wine is enough for several days. Every night when I go home, we sit in the hall, and I sit at the table and scribble. At that time, I was studying seal script. She sat on the sofa opposite me and took out the writing materials from my mouth. Sometimes when I go home and pass by the street, I buy a few strings and a can of local kiwi wine. On the terrace on the top floor, we chatted, watched the stars and drank kiwi wine until it was deeper and heavier.

? Shuangxi is often very cold at night, and the stars are not so dense. Usually at that time, sitting on the old roof and chatting, I often have a lonely mood, and I will remember many memories and be filled with emotion. She is a good conversation partner. Although she wants to dig your story in her bones, she is gentle and considerate in the process of digging, for fear of causing your unhappiness and rebellion. When you want to talk, she always listens quietly. If you don't talk, she will bring up a topic for you to go on. I think if she is a reporter, she should be a good reporter.

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? Supposedly, I didn't like chatting with people at that time. The past is unbearable, and the reality is unbearable. Life is like suddenly falling into the abyss without light. Painting is actually resisting the wave of painful memories. Brush on the canvas with a brush, as if this action can erase your tragic life story. However, Ye Tiantian has inadvertently become an outlet for emotional expression in my life.

? During the week we spent with her, we experienced a typhoon. The typhoon is not as terrible as we thought. Maybe Shuangxi is the cause of the mountain, but it has been raining and windy. But it is terrible to encounter such a dense rainstorm and strong wind, especially for us two northerners. We have an inexplicable fear of the mysterious typhoon, and we plan to stay indoors for three days and prepare food for three days.

? On a typhoon day, instead of going to the studio, she took out her camera and took a photo of me. We took out all kinds of flower headscarves and made them into various shapes. I especially like the group of photos she took for me. This set of photos has also become the material for my future selfie.

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? She left, a little lost, but in Shuangxi, we are used to going back and forth. New painting friends come and go every day. When we first met, some left, some left, and there was still some connection. As time goes by, until the end of the song, there are fewer and fewer people. Only Ye makes me think about her often, see her circle of friends and see her dragging her puppy around the world. It really seems that it is not God's arrangement for her to be a civil servant.

Ye lived in Shuangxi for half a month. It is a miracle that she learned to draw cartons and transparent water cups in Shuangxi. She wrote 20,000 words in Shuangxi. This is also a miracle of double happiness, because new people, new things and fresh feelings inspire you every day.

? Before I left, my painting friend and I drew a portrait of her. In the process of painting, I carefully observed her appearance: neither tall nor low, neither fat nor thin, with a rich and charming smile on her plump face, and her big eyes were full of questions when looking at people. I want to know you. What kind of person are you? Such a question mark is obviously hung on the face.

? I drew a picture of her, but I don't look like her. She also accepted this precious gift with great joy. I also gave her the sketch I sketched with a brush, and her cherished attitude touched me.

? A few years have passed, and it's a dream to think back on those ten days with her. So it's all true?

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? Four years later, I passed by Hefei on business and said hello to her. She said that her son was ill in hospital, so it is estimated that there is no time to meet.

? I didn't expect Ye to drive alone the next day to see me from Huainan, which is more than 100 kilometers away. This really moved me to the point where I didn't want it.

? Everything we met in Shuangxi four years ago is vivid. We bluffed at the typhoon together and made a lot of oolong jokes. So ... people say I have a bad brain, but she actually says it's a little. ?

? Time passed by, and four years passed in a hurry. I didn't expect to see her again. We sat on the edge of the endless Chaohu Lake, singing hymns, reading aloud, poking fun at life together, eating fruit that is neither sweet nor sour, jumping off the lake embankment like several urchins, facing the vast surface of Chaohu Lake, shouting, singing and playing. For some reason, we sang one old song after another, but when we sat on the riverbank facing the rippling lake, we sang a different style, a different taste and a different new idea. I feel that heaven and earth are big, and there is providence when we meet. ?

? Ye, a gentle and delicate Jiangnan woman, likes to hear me sing rough and heroic folk songs in northern Shaanxi. I sang a song "Burning Noodles" to her. I listened to the writer Shi Cun's song at a poet's party. Since listening to this little song that day, I feel that I have an epiphany on life.

? "You said you invited me to eat burning noodles, but you served a maocai. No pepper, no garlic, sauerkraut and water. If I don't eat, I will be hungry. If I eat it, my stomach will be sad. Oh, my burning noodles. "

? Such a heavy and desolate tune full of life breath is interpreted by Yuzryha as melodramatic. "A friend invites you to dinner. Why do you have to eat burning noodles? You can also have a stir fry. Add some pepper and garlic to feel warm. " This is its ye tiantian. ?

? Ye Tiantian is such a warm girl. What a bleak situation and taste can make her become a Huangmei opera with a pair of birds on the tree. ?

? I didn't know her real name until now. I only know that we have met double happiness and oil paintings.

? In fact, what does it matter who she is?

? "I came from an accident, like a grain of dust. Who can see my fragility? Where am I from? Where do I belong? Who will call me next? Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world! How much love do I have? How many tears do I have? God knows I won't give up! Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself, grateful heart, thank fate, I will cherish it as well. " ?

? We are all dust, and we are dust after all. It is important to meet on the road, isn't it? ? Singing around the lake can really be said to be "sunny and sunny, enjoying the joy of Chaohu Lake". When I turned around, I found it was already dark. ?

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? When driving back, she was encouraged by me and ran a red light directly. As soon as she took the photo, she realized that we were like drunk people. Be in an uncontrollable state ...

? There are always surprises on the road ... just like the song on the road: on the road, only for those who accompany me, on the road, it is a long journey of my life, on the road, only for those who warm me.