Chapter 20 19

Xiao Zhuo still comes to see Jing every week.Lu Yihan also came, but Jing hid and refused to see him.Jing wants to make herself better, and then go to see him glamorously. Before that, Jing must not let him see herself.That time he came with Xiaozhuo.Jing saw the car he drove downstairs from the window on the third floor.She saw him come out.He was wearing a long gray trench coat with the open front and hem dancing so beautifully in the strong wind.He also held big boxes of presents, cakes, sweets and books.He and Xiao Zhuo walked side by side to the building where Jing lived.Jing felt that he seemed tired, with a little gray shadow in his eyes.She kept looking at him like this, full of tears.Until he disappeared into the cave—she would knock on her door before she knew it.Jingcai

Voice called Yuya: "Hide me now, hide me now!" Yumi saw the girl in front of her face was full of tears, but she still had a lingering nostalgia for that man. Jing finally didn't see Lu Yihan.Watching him come, and standing in front of the window silently watching him leave.She lay down on the window sill in despair, suddenly feeling hopeless in life.Her "getting better" still seems so far away, so it still takes too long to be separated and isolated. Jing wrote these sad words in her diary.Yuya always likes to rush to read Jing's book.She is the only reader.And she is also the best reader, because Yumi is so devoted to reading.She is also moved by Yu Jing's love story just like Yu Cong Wei's love story.Touched by Yu Jing's feelings for her Uncle Lu.But Jing never told Yuya that the hero in Cong Weishu and the man in her story are actually the same person...

"You will definitely become a writer. Well, you will definitely." Yumi sometimes looks at Jing's diary, and such a sentence will appear.Her expression was very serious, not like a joke.After she finished speaking, she looked at Jing, poked her head over, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to be a writer, you?" "Well, a writer like Cong Wei." Jing nodded emphatically.Although it is a distant dream, it is still so hopeful.She remembered the purple diary from before, Xiao Zhuo held it and said that it would definitely be printed into a book.What a temptation that was for her.

Later, Jing kept writing long and short stories of sadness and joy.About fish, about cats, about rainbows and coral reefs... There is also love, which is as entangled as cold water plants but hard to hold.A story about Jing's father and Xiaomianren was unexpectedly submitted to a famous newspaper.Jing thought, Yuya must have done it, but Yuya denied it.Jing has always cherished these words that flowed out of her pen, but she didn't know how to place them——Jing didn't know how to be really good to them: let them be stuck in forever like lonely specimens. In her notebook, or send them to the eyes of many, many people for people to judge?So she has been hesitating and doubting whether they are good, whether anyone would like these disturbing words.The story about the father and the little noodle man actually caused a sensation after it was published in the newspaper. The classmates were surprised to find that this fat girl who always looked dull could write articles, and the words were soft and sad.The news spread, and students from other classes even ran to the door of Jing's class, and they must read the author of that article.But Jing thought, they must be very disappointed, because she is nothing like her words, they are delicate and clear, but at this time, she is still a fat girl in a plain loose T-shirt and a simple ponytail .

Jing let them down, and she felt sorry. But in any case, that was indeed a wonderful beginning. Since then, Jing's words have always appeared in newspapers.Those words always carry her hidden fear and sadness.They float into the clothes like crisp little snowflakes, making people awe-inspiring. Jing's high school time was so busy.In addition to writing and losing weight, she takes her homework seriously.It was difficult for her at first, because she was always fidgeting, thinking of Lu Yihan and Xiao Zhuo again and again.Due to the trouble of overeating, I couldn't concentrate on reading, and often missed the morning class.But Yumi appeared, and after facing the problem of quitting binge eating together with her, when she picked up the pen and could write smoothly again, her homework gradually improved.Because I have a wish that needs unremitting efforts to realize in my heart, and seeing it is going in a good direction, I gradually feel at ease.Jing especially likes mathematics and history.I always feel that there are so many knowledges that I don’t know, so I don’t want to give up every moment with them.And Jing took on the responsibility of teaching Yumi to read, so she became more serious-Yumi is really a rambunctious guy, the same knowledge, she has to tell her before Jing will listen, and absenteeism is still the same.

"You are much cuter than that teacher." Yumi always blinked at Jing, making a particularly cute look.Jing had to admit that the little Yumi looked like an elf. Around the time of her sophomore year in high school, Jing had already become a student with excellent grades.Yumi was very happy about this.she says: "You're getting closer to your dream, don't you think?" But in Jing's view, this is far from enough. The original intention of joining the art group was also because of Lu Yihan.Because Lu Yihan has always regarded painting as a language in his life, he has always used this language and is proficient in this language.So Jing must master it in order to be able to communicate with her Uncle Lu without hindrance.Jing started to learn painting.This is also very difficult for Jing, who has no foundation, and even the simplest sketch is difficult to learn.But this is something she is willing to do, so she is happy because of love.

Jing bought a drawing board, a complete set of pens from large to small sizes, and tubes of paint.I like to sit on the hillside outside the campus and draw alone in the sunny afternoon.In fact, how she draws is not important to her, she just likes to stay with these kind and lovely tools.She likes to touch them with her fingers over and over again. Under the sun, they seem to be no longer as simple as painting tools. They seem to be animals that can run. They come from far away. They ran to Jing's side excitedly in this vibrant afternoon, acting like a baby Let her fondle.Jing knew that they came from Uncle Lu.This is a connection that cannot be broken at all. Every time Jing touches them, she will think of her sneaking into Lu Yihan's studio in the afternoon, and carefully approaching to see the unfinished oil paintings that are still stuck on the drawing board. Jing will pick them up Paibi scattered on the ground, use the little finger to gently touch the oil paint that has not yet dried off.Those were all Lu Yihan's, and because they belonged to him, they got the radiance of his body.

But learning to draw is still a very happy thing.Half a year later, Jing gave Xiaozhuo a sketch of his portrait.It was also placed in a small box, and wrote something similar to what he wrote last time: Xiao Zhuo, I started to learn painting.The first portrait sketch, I took your photo and drew what you look like.for you. little sister In fact, there is another one, on which is a man wearing a blue soft shirt with half of the sleeves rolled up, holding a paintbrush, sitting half sideways in a room with dancing curtains.But Jing put it at the bottom of the box.Maybe there will never be a chance for him to see it.

Still maintain the habit of reading, read a lot of books.Although the school is old and outdated, it has a not-so-small library.Jing likes the old smell of old books, and occasionally finds love stories in lower case characters written by someone on the pale yellow pages.When I read it, I will smile, wondering if they are finally together.I often sit in front of the desk in the library and read a book. In spring, butterflies fly in because there are small pots of rhododendrons on the windowsill.Fluffy dandelions also mingled in the thickly scented March air, masquerading as butterfly wings.Jing watched, suddenly thought, and ran to the dormitory to pick up Yuya who was still sleeping:

"Yumi, let's go plant flowers!" From the spring of the second year of high school, Jing and Yumi went to the hillside outside the school to plant flowers.Jing learns flower planting as a skill, because it is also something that Uncle Lu likes.In early spring, Uncle Lu would plant strawberries and impatiens in the yard.Come late spring and the yard is filled with the scent of flowers and gorgeous color.Jing likes to watch him busy in the yard early in the morning, with his sleeves rolled up, wearing a pair of sturdy old shoes, with big beads of sweat falling from his face. Of course Yumi will accompany you.They planted many flowers on the hillside that spring.Begonias, rhododendrons, strawberries, sunflowers, and oleanders.Only the sunflower survived.Summer is here, the color is bright red, red, yellow and yellow, and the growth is very uneven and disorderly.Jing felt annoyed when she looked at it, and finally understood how hopeless she was trying to turn this hillside into a garden at No. 3 Taoli Street.So later Jing felt boring, but Yumi often took her to see it.

Yuya also likes to play some tricks of divination.She is proficient in tarot cards, as well as knowledge of various constellations and astrology.Of course, she often makes calculations for Jing, and some predictions are very surprising.Jing just laughed, refusing to believe it.Many years later, Jing fell asleep lying on a hillside with a strong fragrance of flowers, and dreamed that Yumi came to play tarot cards with her.Yumi looked at all her cards, and was about to explain, but it seemed that her neck was strangled by someone. She grasped the rope tightly with both hands, took a deep breath, and tried hard to tell the secret about Jing's future, but the rope was The tighter and tighter the tighter, the tighter the tighter, Yumi's face was flushed, and he fell slowly, but his mouth was slightly opened, as if he was still trying hard to tell Jing something. Jing woke up in a cold sweat.It was many years later, and Jing tried hard to recall what Yuya had said when she told her fortune.She couldn't remember.I just remembered that Yuya was counting, then suddenly sighed, and said sadly: "I probably owed you in the previous life, and this life is to repay the debt, so you don't have to worry about the things between you and me. That's the direction it should go." When thinking of this sentence again, Jing felt in surprise that this was the deepest sentence Yuya had ever said, with sadness and reason that did not match the age at that time.Did Yuya really say it, or was it a dream that Jing had later?Jing will never know.