Chapter 2 spring window

"Windows of Spring" In a small apartment in a small town lived a young painter. Painters are poor. why?Because this person's paintings are so bad that they can't be sold at all.For example, if a painter sells his own paintings, people will definitely say: "You, it's better to study hard first, and then sell it." The painter had no choice but to return to his apartment with heavy steps, holding the unsold paintings. He wanted to stop by for a cup of coffee, but his pocket was always empty.So, I had to look at the windows of the shops on the street, stand in the bookstore and read a book, and then go home listlessly.

The room faces north again. Although there is an old heater in the center of the room, there is no diesel fuel for the heater.The painter was shivering from the cold, wrapped his body in a blanket, ah, he thought, if only life could be better. There is such a day. When the painter wrapped his body in a blanket again, someone knocked on the door.The painter went out to have a look, and saw a strange cat standing there, talking like a human: "It's too cold, let me in!" The cat didn't wait for the painter's answer, so it came into the room with a "whoosh", and then cried out in surprise:

"Fire, why is there no fire..." The painter laughed: "Don't be surprised. I'm a poor man and I can't afford fuel." "It's astonishing, it's colder in the house than outside!" The cat shivered. The painter nodded, pointed to the door and said: "It's much warmer outside. So, you better go out!" The cat's honey-colored eyes rolled around, and said cleverly: "Then think of a way to keep warm without spending money, how about it?" The painter smiled.Who would wrap up in a blanket in broad daylight if there was that way?But the Cat shook his whiskers violently, and said:

"I'll tell you a good way. Get a cat, get a cat." "..." "The cat is very warm. If you sleep with the cat in your arms, it is equivalent to a warm water bag; if you put it on your shoulders, it is equivalent to a scarf." "But what about cat food?" "Then you don't have to worry. Smart cats are out for food." If so, the painter thought for a while, then clapped his hands with a "snap": "Okay then, I've decided to get a cat." Afterwards, the painter took the cat to the window facing north, and brushed it with a brush.Remove the dust and the cat immediately becomes a beautiful cat.

"Okay, now you're my cat." The artist tied a tawny ribbon around the cat's neck and wrote the address of the apartment on it in small characters.That night, he slept with the cat in his arms. It was really warm, as warm as three hot water bags.The painter was so happy that he gave half of his milk to the cat the next morning.When he was painting, he tried to put the cat on his shoulders instead of a scarf. Although it was a bit heavy, it was very warm.In this way, the artist paints better than before. "Well, it feels good. It's the right cat to have." The painter said to himself.However, the cat was not very happy.Because instead of a scarf, it is very tiring to grab someone's shoulders.

"Can I come down?" The cat keeps asking.There was no other way, so the painter had to put the cat on the floor. The cat breathed a sigh of relief, stretched its waist and said: "It's still too cold in the house." The cat looked at the wall on the south side, and said as if he had thought about it a long time ago: "It would make all the difference if there was a window here." "You're not talking in vain! This room is originally facing north. Unless you use magic, it is impossible to open a window on the south side." Hearing what he said, the cat meowed immediately.

"Then cast a spell!" What nonsense!The painter turned his face away.The cat, however, said solemnly: "Yes, let me try the magic. Please help me." The cat raised its tail, and then, in a solemn voice, said: "Please first draw a picture on the south wall. Draw a window. Then I will cast a spell to turn the pictured window into a real window." Hurry up, the cat urged the painter to come. "Hey, why are you dawdling! Aren't you a painter? If you were a painter, wouldn't you want to paint a beautiful window on this huge wall?" "..."

Suddenly, the painter's heart was moved.That's right, the window is indeed a good thing, whether it is viewed from the outside or from the inside, it is very beautiful.Warm, nostalgic, contains many dreams and hopes... Well, let's paint a beautiful window!Draw a beautiful window frame that no one has ever seen and a beautiful view from it.exactly!The painter danced with excitement. From this day on, painters began to paint windows on the south wall.The painter first drew a large square on the stained wall.The window frames were tawny and seemed to be made of solid wood.Then, I painted a pot of pansies on the windowsill.

"That's great, it smells like spring." The cat said with great fascination.The painter also looked at his paintings with great fascination, even he himself was infected.The purple petals of pansies are thick and velvet-like. "The windows of spring!" The painter took two or three steps back and said. The cat blinked and said: "But, there is no scenery outside the window!" The painter nodded.When he thought of painting landscapes in this huge window frame, his heart was filled with emotion, and tears welled up in his eyes.The painter forgot the cold, forgot the poverty, and thought about it wholeheartedly.Then, his eyes sparkled:

"How about the endless prairie in the picture? How about the red poppies blooming and swaying in the wind, and a small tram passing by in the distance?" "Okay." The cat was full of praise. "It's really great! With a window where we can see such a scenery, our hearts will be filled with happiness." "Well, it's decided." Immediately the painter stood up and squeezed a large smear of green paint onto his palette.And rose paint, yellow paint, orange paint, sky blue paint, purple paint... The cat jumped on the painter's shoulder and said:

"Well, let me be a scarf." However, the painter didn't feel cold at all at this time.Because the desire to paint an incomparably beautiful landscape occupied the whole chest, and the whole body became hot. "No need, no need," said the painter to the cat, "no need to wear a scarf. You can just sit on the bed and watch me paint." "Really? Then I'll be comfortable." The cat sat happily on the bed. So, the artist rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath, and began to paint a large work that he hadn't painted for a long time. When painting, the painter stands almost all the time.When I was thirsty, I drank a sip of milk standing up; when I was hungry, I ate a mouthful of bread standing up, and I was drawing at night. I don't know how many days have passed. On the south wall of the painter's house, a painting of a huge window is finished.In that square window, a spring field is drawn.In the distance, a small tram is heading west. In the sky, there is a round of red sun in spring. "Masterpiece! Masterpiece!" The cat liked the painting so much that it turned three somersaults in a row.Then, he sat down solemnly again, and said solemnly: "Next, I'm going to cast a spell to make this window real. Please cover this window with white cloth curtains first." "I don't have any curtains." "Then go buy it." "I have no money." "Then go and withdraw the deposit." "How can it be so easy to withdraw deposits! It's for when there is really no way to keep it." "Isn't there really nothing you can do now? In such a cold day, you can't even eat a decent meal, and you can't sell your paintings. If this continues, how are you going to live? Huh?" The cat continued, in the tone of a mother to her son: "It took you so much effort to draw such a beautiful window, it must not be in vain, right? This time we must make this window real. The curtains only cost more than 3,000 yuan. Here, the one nearby There is a yellow canary store. On the second floor of that store, there are ready-made curtains, which are very cheap. Go and buy the curtain rails and parts together!" It's all said and done, what else can I do!The painter took out the passbook from the desk drawer, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and ran out. The painter withdrew the money from the bank, bought curtains from the store, and ran back while exhaling. "I bought it back." He put a large bag on the floor, and the cat nodded happily. "Then please hang the curtain over the picture. Please hang it gently, gently." The painter did as the cat said.He took a hammer, nailed the curtain rails, and gently hung the white curtains up.Oops, the curtains seem to have really turned into windows. The cat clapped its hands clapping, then closed its eyes, and muttered a long spell.At last he raised his head and said with joy: "Come on, open the curtains and have a look!" The painter nodded and stood up.Before he even got to the window, he had a premonition that the cat's magic had succeeded.why?Because the curtains were blown slightly by the wind blowing from outside. The painter rushed to the window and pulled open the curtains abruptly. Immediately, a dazzling golden light shot into the room, and there was a real wilderness outside!A burst of bright green in spring!Red poppies sway in the wind in a sea of ​​green.In the distance of the flowers, a small two-carriage tram is running "boom, bang".The tram went west, went west... and soon, it disappeared through the window. "Where does the tram go?..." The painter is talking to himself. Because a sunny window was opened in the south, the painter's room suddenly became bright and warm. "Great." said the cat. "Yes, so our life will become rich and colorful." The painter took a deep breath of the wind blowing from the window. Since then, the two of them have looked out at the scenery every day.The scenery at dusk is the most charming. The two of them leaned against the window and looked outside until it was dark. until dark? Yes.This incredible scenery conjured by magic turns into the color of dusk at dusk. As soon as the sun turns to the west, the field will be dyed a rose color.The poppies blazed red and sang a song.Soon... all around became a violet color, and when the first stars of the evening appeared shining brightly over the distant poplar trees, a tram--the little tram made of two cars , and it will make a soft clicking sound and drive past.Yellow lights were shining in the windows of the tram. "Hey--" "Hey--" The painter and the cat waved at the tram.The tram moved slowly west and disappeared. But one evening, at the first window of the tram, the painter accidentally saw a person. It is the figure of a passenger. "Hey, someone's on the tram." The painter pokes the cat in surprise.It certainly does not look like a painter painted it.A long-haired girl in a white sweater waved her hand from the tram window. "Hey--" The painter also quickly raised his hand, but the tram has already headed west...that is to say, it has disappeared behind the window frame on the right.The painter couldn't help but wanted to lean out of the window, but at this moment, the cat stopped him. "This is not possible!" "why?……" "Why? Isn't there another world over there?" "..." "Did you hear that? If you go out the window, you will disappear from this world!" The cat's eyes were terribly serious.Ah, maybe it is, the painter thought.As a result, he felt that the scenery outside the window was even more eerily beautiful. Outside the window during the day, it is always so quiet and warm.And the most rare thing is that the warm sunlight fills the painter's room every day, and there is no need for a heater at all. The painter concentrates on painting in the warm sunshine every day.The cat took a long nap beside him.One day, the artist drew a picture of the cat lying there sleeping.Unexpectedly, this painting turned out to be surprisingly good, and when it was sold, it was sold immediately.This made the painter ecstatic, and now he can live a comfortable life for a few days.So, on the way home, he bought sashimi of halibut and had a little party with the cat that night. In this way, their lives became much more comfortable, but the painter always had one thing in mind. It is the scenery outside the window. It is the tram that passes by that landscape at dusk every day.No, it should be the girl in the white sweater on the tram who kept waving her hands.The girl in the white sweater is always waving at the painter.And every time the artist waved in response, the girl would wave even harder.Then, the girl would lean out from the window of the train, letting the wind blow her long hair, as if calling for something.The painter couldn't help shouting: "Hey--" He would lean out himself, almost falling out of the window.The cat always stops him: "No!" said the Cat, "if you get out of the window, you will disappear from the world." The painter just woke up like a dream, and every time he would have a terrible mood.But at dusk, he couldn't help thinking about that girl again. It's exactly 5 o'clock in the evening.When the surroundings turn into the color of dusk and the evening wind blows over, there will be a faint sound of clicking, and the tram passes through the endless grassland.And at this time, it happens to be the time when the painter finishes painting and washes his brushes.He would lean against the window frame and stare out the window intently. "Where does the tram come from and where does it go?" One day, the painter was talking to himself like this.The cat tilted its neck and repeated: "Yeah, where did you come from, and where are you going?" The painter thought, that girl probably lives in the west city, so she must go to work in the east city every day!From the west city to the east city, besides this train, there must be a bus, but I can't see it from this window. "So, the tram must only be on the way back... The painter also thought about many things about girls.The girl's life, girl's work, girl's family, etc... In this way, the girl's face, which was so far away and impossible to see, became clearly visible at some point.He felt he could even hear the girl's voice. Gradually, the painter was thinking about the girl from morning till night.Needless to say, when I was painting, I thought about it when I was eating with cats, and when I was walking on the street. After a while, I even thought about it in my dreams... "You've been absent-minded lately!" said the cat. "You can't just think about the people in the tram. You have to draw well. It's not easy. The painting starts to get better, and life gets better. If you only think about superfluous things, then everything will go back to the way it was before.” That's right, the painter thought.Ah, but the more I think about it, the more girly things fill my mind. It can be said that now, the painter is only alive for the short moment at dusk.Just lived for the few seconds the tram passed by outside the window... Gotta find a way to see her, talk to her... I don't know since when, this has become one of the painter's greatest and greatest wishes.Finally one day, the painter made up his mind to ask for a cat: "Hey, I beg you. Can you do the magic again for me?" "..." "I want you to magically bring the man from the trolley here. Can you do it?  … The cat sighed "Ah—" and fell into deep thought without saying anything.After contemplating for a long time, I finally uttered a sentence: "Then let me try with my last magic!" At dusk the next day, the cat said to the painter: "Painter, I'm about to enter the painting. Go see the girl and beg her to come here." "But, but..." The painter stuttered.In that case, you...wouldn't you be the cat of this world no longer? ... But the cat said resolutely: "You don't have to worry. I'm a cat who knows magic. I will find a way to bring that girl back. However, it may take some time. Don't worry, just wait patiently." "Of course. I can wait as long as I want." "Really? Then, during this time, you should paint more pictures. Also, you should make the house more beautiful. Get a new tablecloth, buy a clean set of dishes. By the way, put the table more often." Some flowers. Be patient and wait for me to come back!" The cat muttered the spell, and jumped onto the window frame.At this moment, the painter called out: "Give her this bouquet of pansies!" The painter hastily pulled out the pansies from the flower pot by the window, quickly tied them into a bunch, and handed them to the cat. "I see." The cat jumped out of the window with the bouquet in its beak.The painter has been watching its back. The evening sky was a fiery red.The poppies were as red as fire, and they sang a song. Soon, there was a bang bang bang bang, and the tram was coming.The girl in the white sweater waved her hand from the window of the train.The cat ran quickly in the direction of the girl. The painter stared out of the window anxiously.The cat approached the tram, ah... Can it take the girl off the running tram safely? The painter couldn't help closing his eyes. After about two seconds, when he opened his eyes... Ah, what's going on?The cat was picked up by the girl and boarded the train. The girl in the white sweater was hugging the cat, which still had the bouquet of pansies in its mouth.Just like that, the tram headed west... "Hey - how can this work?" The painter cried out, crying out in a crying voice. "Come back—why did you go with her—" The painter kept beating the window frame with his fist.At this time, the painter really started crying, just like a child... When he woke up, the scenery outside the window became an ordinary painting again. "..." The painter blinked, then reached out and touched the painting.Yes, you can touch it.You can feel the field, the poppy fields, and the sky...but that's just the feeling of a high and low oil painting.It was the painting of the wilderness during the day that the artist painted on the wall at the beginning.Strangely enough, however, the tram was missing. "Where did the tram go? . . . " The painter took a closer look, and found that there were no railroad tracks in the overgrown field. The painter sat down on the floor, as if waking up from a long dream. The painter's life suddenly became deserted. The cat is gone, and so are the beautiful windows.In other words, everything is back to how it was before. But there is a difference. spring is coming.The seasons change quietly and literally.Opening the windows to the north, what blows is not the cold north wind, but a slight spring breeze. "The weather is getting warmer, so you should work harder." The painter said to himself. In order to endure the desolation, the painter worked hard to paint.Paintings of girls in white sweaters, poppies, pansies, one cat after another... Gradually, the paintings painted by the artist were well received, and sales rose steadily.Therefore, when the painter is out, he can drink a cup of coffee in the cafe.The painter got a new tablecloth, bought beautiful tableware, and there were always flowers on the table. A day full of spring. Someone knocked on the painter's door. Boom, boom, knocking politely. The painter who was adjusting the paint just took the palette and opened the door. I saw a girl in a white sweater standing there.The girl is holding a cat in her arms.She asked him: "Excuse me, is this your cat?" The painter looked at the cat in surprise.A tawny ribbon is tied around the cat's neck. "Ah, ah, probably..." The painter nodded and said softly, "Like a cat I raised before." Then, he raised his head in trepidation, looking up at the radiant young girl: "You, where are you from?" asked the painter. The girl smiled sweetly: "I work at the cafe down the street. Don't you often come to our shop for coffee?" "..." "Today, this cat got lost and came to the store, because the address was written on the ribbon around the cat's neck, so I sent it." The painter pointed to the south wall of his home and asked: "Do you remember this painting?" No, the girl shook her head. The painter patted the cat on the head and said, "Hey, where and how did you come back?" However, the cat didn't say anything, just "meow" in a low voice. From that day on, the painter lived with the cat again.But the strange thing is that the flower cat has become an ordinary, meaningless cat, which can neither speak nor cast magic. However, the painter got his wish.A painter and a girl in a white sweater in a cafe become good friends. Girls in white sweaters like pansies the most.She likes to run against the wind in the vast fields.I also like to take the small tram in the suburbs.But she really didn't know anything about the scenery in that painting.