Years of painting GL

Chapter 1 Rain

The sky changed from that gloomy face to a white light, and there was nothing to hide, and all emotions were vented.That messy and abstract emotion materialized into a clear and thick liquid, overwhelming the city.

Everything is involuntary.

Xiayu is like a small boat, riding the wind and the rain helplessly, drifting around on this street that has been eclipsed at some point.

She has lost consciousness.The wind and rain, any long hair and loose clothes tightly bonded to the body.She leaned across a half-person high-end easel, with a faint red eye socket on her pale face.

Did she cry? Who knows? Who cares? Only tears and rain, gone.

She stared at the street, the pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, indifferent as if no one had anything to do with anyone, the traffic was surging, and the neon lights were non-stop.

She put down the easel on her shoulders, carried it with one hand, and walked slowly towards the bus stop not far away.

The people around looked at her coldly, or looked surprised, but they were more focused on their own affairs.

The glass propped up a gray-blue sky for her. She set up the easel, clamped the canvas, and lifted the brush. A trace of fireworks flickered in her eyes. She had found her hope.

The hand she held the paintbrush was so white that it was almost transparent, and she could faintly see the bright red blood and beating pulse under the veins.

She held the palette in her other hand, letting the splashing rain dilute the rich colors.She didn't care, maybe even if she was in the rain, she wouldn't care, she was wantonly sketching the world in her eyes on the canvas, as if she was already in it.

Instead of noise, silence becomes the color on the canvas, the color of the world.

The thin and dense raindrops on the glass dome formed a line, but when they fell on the ground, they bloomed.

Shen Chai raised her head, staring at the gray-blue sky, the raindrops slid down, slid over her neatly coiled hair, slid over her delicately made-up face, slid over her thin lips, and slid over the grooves on both sides of her collarbone , tracing her exquisite curves, soaked in the uniform skirt which was still some distance from the ground.

She looked down at the pair of high heels under her feet and smiled helplessly.Then he held up a black umbrella, watched the icy light from the broken umbrella, and walked out of the office building.

"Sister Shen, be careful on the road."

"Goodbye, Miss Shen."

The colleagues around her said goodbye to her one after another. She smiled with a cold and deliberate smile on the corner of her mouth.

After they were all gone, she could finally let go of her disguise.She untied the hair rope and let her hair hang down on her shoulders, messy and unruly.

The company is nearly an hour away from her residence. She took a step, and the heels of her shoes hit the ground, making a rhythmic tick-tock sound.

A black Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped in front of her, splashing a neat parabola of water, which splashed her skirt.Although she had been depressed for a day, she didn't want to get angry or say anything in this situation, so she lowered her head and continued walking towards home.

At this moment, the window of the driver's seat cushion was rolled down, and a man in a suit and leather shoes was vaguely sitting inside.

She sighed and knew who it was without asking.

"Shen Chai, it's raining so much, I'll send you... to my house for dinner, Nian Nian also misses you very much..." She smiled without showing any sincerity or sincerity.

'No, what a shame. ' She froze at the name, then shook her head slightly.

'Get in the car. ' The man in the suit in the car threatened coldly with no expression on his face. He couldn't see a trace of real emotion, but he couldn't resist it.

Shen Chai smiled helplessly and sat in the back seat.The driver was her boss, her best friend's husband.

He is still the same as before.She turned her face away from the man who was concentrating on driving.She believed that Su Nian had her reasons for entrusting "Shi Nianhua" to him, but she still couldn't accept it from the bottom of her heart.After all, this is the joint efforts of her and Su Nian for many years, it is their youth.

I was speechless all the way.The atmosphere was terribly low, the man didn't speak, as if he didn't realize or didn't care what the woman sitting in the back seat of his car was thinking.

"Stop! Stop quickly!" Shen Chai suddenly shouted as if seeing something.

'This is the main road, are you sure you want me to stop here?'

'Just here, I'll do it. There was anxiety and deterrence in Shen Chai's tone that she didn't realize.

The car stopped tremblingly, and she slammed the door open.

'Shen Chai, you are crazy. 'He has never seen such a Shen Chai.Since seeing her for the first time a year ago, he felt that even he couldn't see through her.She has always been a very special existence. When we first met her, she was straightforward and sincere. Later, after he and Su Nian got married, he felt that she seemed to have changed, becoming mature and indifferent. weird.

Shen Chai ignored his shout, closed the car door with a bang, and walked towards the platform where Xia Yu was.

No one would understand what she saw. In fact, maybe even she herself didn't know why she was so impulsive at this moment.She seemed to have returned to her youth, the original, original self who had never loved Su Nian.

The car horns sounded one after another, playing a gorgeous symphony, he patted the horn at Shen Chai helplessly, and was swept away by the traffic.

She sprained her ankle, took off her high heels and walked through the traffic, continuing to run in the direction of Xia Yu.

A few meters away, Xia Yu turned her back to the road and was unaware of Shen Chai's arrival. She faced the drawing board, concentrating all her emotions and attention on this small canvas.The brush is stained with paint and swayed wantonly on the canvas.

Shen Chai slowed down and stood quietly behind Xia Yu, not making a sound, for fear of disturbing the focused girl in front of her.

Her attention was drawn to the canvas and the pale girl in front of her.

In one corner of the picture, a piece of rich blue is fragmented, flowing into a river, which becomes lighter and weaker as it flows.Knowing that there will be no ending but not being able to stop, you can only go with the flow and bear it, that is an indescribably depressing feeling.

A pair of slender hands, white and almost transparent, with light blue blood vessels flickering faintly, the breath of life flickering from time to time.The joints are distinct, the beauty is shocking, and it is a kind of bonyness that is close to morbidity.The girl's face is pale, and her thin body is trembling, as if all her life flows into the canvas through those thin hands.

Xia Yu didn't feel Shen Chai's fiery eyes, and focused on the canvas, just like the kind of focus on life.

A drop of paint fell to the ground, and it was over.

it is finally over.

The moment I stopped writing, time and space were shocked.She fell silent, red and swollen eyes, staring at the front with empty eyes, without the kind of comfort that should belong to her.Her life seems to have stagnated with the stop of the brush.The vitality of the only fireworks in the world is fleeting.Like a puppet with a broken string, she lost consciousness in an instant and fell backwards.

Shen Chai caught her.She suddenly felt that it was unbelievable that the girl in her arms was so light, it didn't seem like a human being should be a little heavy.Is it originally so light, or is it because of the loss of the weight of the soul.She was able to lift her up easily.

Shen Chai hugged Xia Yu horizontally, and she was able to use all her strength to roll up the canvas and lift her easel with her hands.He raised the easel in his hand and took a taxi.

Shen Chai told the driver her address, then stared at the girl in her arms without saying a word.

She was as white as a corpse.The eyes are red, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are black and purple, and the waist-length hair is like seaweed.Under the school uniform was an extremely thin body, so thin that he could clearly feel the protrusion of the bones.If it weren't for the shallow ups and downs of her chest, Shen Chai might really have thought she was dead.She should just be asleep, her breathing is even and her face is quiet.Shen Chai stroked her hair lightly, as if thinking of something, feeling her delicate breath.

With a shallow sob, Xia Yu felt the slight but real bumps and shaking, and also felt a warmth, as if she had a good dream.Then she gently opened her eyes.

From the shore of the hazy sea of ​​​​consciousness, there is a glimpse of light in front of my eyes.She looked at the woman in front of her, thought about it carefully, and confirmed that she didn't know her.But she still wants to hold the last piece of water in the hand of a drowning person, yearning for the rare warmth. She closes her eyes, feels the subtle touch of her hair being caressed, and feels every bit of unfamiliar temperature.

Is it a dream? If it is really a dream, it would be fine to just die in the dream.

"Are you awake?" Shen Chai stared at the girl in her arms, and even a slight movement could not escape her eyes. She watched her eyes open and close.The long eyelashes fluttered gently like a fan, and a pair of large but beautiful eyes looked at her at the moment.

"Who are you...?" She sat up abruptly, realizing that she was not in a dream, as if Xia Yu had been poured with a basin of cold water, the desolation of reality flooded her heart, from head to toe, her whole body was icy cold.

"I am..." Seeing her confused eyes mixed with suspicion, Shen Chai could feel the girl's deep anxiety.She thought about it and changed the way.With the water vapor, facing the car window, with the rain curtain as the background, with three strokes and two strokes, I drew a long-haired girl, the drawing board in front of her, and myself standing behind it.The brush strokes are fluent and free, and the picture is extremely simple and plain, but it vividly expresses what Shen Chai wants to express and the answer Xia Yu needs.

After she finished painting, she turned her head and looked at Xia Yu with a smile, "You were painting and suddenly passed out. I was behind and just helped you up." '

The doubts and worries in Xia Yu's heart disappeared instantly.Instead, it was a faint emotion, and an invisible blush floated on his face.

Now she can trust that strange woman almost without reason.In this way... it must not be a bad person.

But at this moment she is still speechless.

Shen Chai smiled lightly, dispelling the awkward atmosphere.

'Come to my house right away, come and sit? It's raining heavily now, you're not safe as a girl.I'll take you home when the rain stops'

For such an invitation, Xia Yu, who had always been silent, couldn't say no to it.

The car stopped in a new hotel-style apartment area.Shen Chai glanced at the waterfall-like rain outside the window, opened the car door and got out of the car, propped up the black umbrella in the rain, the rain almost soaked her clothes.She stretched out her left hand, took Xia Yu's cold hand in the car, and helped her up. 'Let's go. '

She smiled at her, the indifference of her thin lips was concealed by the smile, as clear as a breeze.

Xia Yu raised her head, looked at her with red and swollen eyes, nodded lightly, and stepped into the clear sky supported by Shen Chai.She looked up, but there was something revealing from the cold umbrella, which she had been asking for all along, but now, it was so close that she could see it as soon as she looked up.She didn't hesitate anymore, and followed her footsteps closely.

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