June is our farewell song

Chapter 154 Color
"...Wen Jin...art student, no wonder."

No wonder I don't quite understand her articles. Although I can feel the charm of words to a certain extent, I always feel that I can't appreciate the real beauty through an invisible veil.

"This is the third time she has contributed, and she came to me once before, so I have a deep impression of her." Liu Qingsi said, "She is... a girl with a very unique personality."

"It's useless to have a unique personality. We are a literary club. Since it is a column, it still depends on the quality of the manuscript." Gu Yuan took the manuscript back from Qing Si and scanned it again, "Qing Si, what do you think? How is she writing, hey, you idiot over there, stop shaking, and come here to give some references."

"Tch, don't you want my help?"

"Then don't take it seriously, it's not that I'm begging you, the two of us can solve it as well."

"Don't, don't! I want to see, I want to see!"

Gu Yuan spread out the manuscript on the table and turned to the two girls.

The name of that article is called "Color".

It is about a mountain village far away from the town. In the village, there is a crazy and strange woman who lives alone and raises a cat with dark fur and deep eyes.People in the village say she is a female ghost, because she never goes out to bask in the sun, and only goes out at night and on cloudy and rainy days. The so-called going out is just standing at the door and looking at the distant green mountains, or sitting on a chair made of bamboo strips. up, looking up at the sky.

My parents kept scaring "me" with these horror stories, so that I often had nightmares about a female ghost piercing my chest and throat with dry and stiff hands.Every time I woke up from a dream like this, my mother would gently stroke the hair of "me" with her hands, her eyes were deep and she remained silent.

At the age of 15, driven by curiosity, the rebellious "I" approached the house and got to know her. She told "I" that everything in this world is woven by threads and decorated with colorful patterns. made by filling. "I" can't understand, but the woman's expression is very kind, her clothes and hands are covered with watercolors, colorful, although a little unkempt, she doesn't look as scary as in the legend.

The inside of the house is disorganized, covered with watercolor painting papers all over every corner of the house, the drawing board covered with cloth stands in the corner, a loose wooden chair is placed in front of it, and there is a window next to it, except for that window Besides, there are paintings hanging on other parts of the walls, most of them are abstract, and it is impossible to tell what the paintings are. The messy lines are filled with different colors, but they give people a very gentle feeling.

There is only one painting that is not abstract. It is a gray pencil sketch, which is exactly the same as her appearance, with gentle eyes, a calm smile, and not unkempt.The woman said she was a painter who hadn't been out for a long time, but when "I" wanted to talk more about that self-portrait, she changed the subject.

"I" talked about many horror rumors about her in the village. She just smiled, and the smile was mostly ridicule. When she spoke, she slipped in through the window. Rubbing his trouser legs, his cry was soft and relaxing.

After returning home, my mother scolded me severely and said, "If you go again, I will break your leg", but "I" was still involved in the innate rebellion of adolescence,

What follows is a very old-fashioned story. The woman tells her life experience, saying that she is an underappreciated painter who ruined her life because she was obsessed with painting. She doesn't regret it, but she doesn't want others to become like her .

She said to "me": "You are very talented, I want to take you as an apprentice."

So, "I" began to learn to draw with her, drawing during breaks, during class, in the morning and in the evening, drawing mesmerizingly, using dense or sparse lines to fill the corners of the paper cover.In less than a year, "I" learned to sketch and watercolor, and was admitted to a high school in the county.During the period, I did a "bad thing" and beat up the guy who preached the "Legend of Female Ghost" to other students. Although he was scolded and punished for this, he copied "Send Dongyang Masheng Preface" thirty times, But "I" didn't regret it, but felt very comfortable.

Before going to the county, the painter gave "me" two things, one was her paintbrush, and the other was a strange mask.There are only simple facial features on the mask, the eyes are just two points, there are no eyebrows or eyelashes, the nose looks directly at the vertical point, and the mouth is a smooth horizontal line with slightly outlined sides, which can be regarded as dividing the upper and lower lips. "I" was puzzled, but the car to the county had already started, and the painter had disappeared into the crowd, so it was too late to ask.

The story came to an abrupt end here, obviously not over yet, but the manuscript has turned to the last page,

The three of you looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke.

After 2 minutes, the silence was broken again.

"It feels...I feel...very strange..." Qi Yu tilted his head and said, "I...um—let's listen to what Sisi has to say first."

"I think... it's better not to."

"I... I think so too."

Agreed.

That's weird, can this even count as an article?Of course, it has all the necessary elements, characters, plots, and scenes, but...but...

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an article that should be published in the "Emotional Column". Maybe an additional column of suspense stories should be added, but even if it is placed in a suspense novel, I am afraid it will look very different.

In short... let's put it aside for now.

Gu Yuan let out a long breath, but before he could slow down, Liu Qingsi took out two neatly stacked A4 papers from under the table.

"Well—and, these."

"Ah? What is this?!"

"It was sent by Teacher Chen Ge this morning. It is said that some students sent it to his office because they didn't know where to send the manuscript."

"This... this... this is too much, right?!" Gu Yuan looked at the two stacks of papers in front of him, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut, "How could... how could there be so many!"

"Since the end of the exam, everyone's desire to create has become high. In addition, during the gap period after the first year of high school, most of them are manuscripts written by senior seniors and sisters, because the number of words in a single manuscript is very high. There are more pages and more pages, so it becomes very thick..."

"Hey, hello, but isn't it going to be finalized on the 8th? Today is already... the [-]th! In other words, we have to review all the manuscripts in two days?"

Qi Yu tiptoed towards the door.

"Well... yes, that's right."

"How is this possible? There are at least... one hundred copies here?"

"Well, maybe..."

"This..." Gu Yuan couldn't help but sighed, suddenly there was the sound of the door being unlocked behind him, he turned his head, but only saw a half-closed door.

"This guy is really... It's best to call someone..." Gu Yuan looked at Liu Qingsi helplessly, "Then it seems that only the two of us can continue working for the time being."

"Yeah, it's okay, it's fine like this."

"Even if you like to work, you can't spoil yourself like this. The literary club is not owned by the two of us. We divide these manuscripts. Even if they don't come, I can't let them just rest like this."

"okay."

Liu Qingsi nodded. Although she didn't look as happy as before, Gu Yuan didn't think too much about it. He just thought that she might be too tired. In this case, she couldn't let her take on too much work.

However, as soon as the two of them finished dividing up the pile of manuscripts, Qi Yu came back, bringing Chen Ying with him.

"I'm back! We're here to help!"

"Tch, so it's not a deserter~"

"You think everyone is like you."

"..." Gu Yuan smiled, and didn't bother to refute, "Where are Ziqiu and Jiang Lu?"

"That idiot was dragged away by the physics teacher on the way here. As for Jiang Lu, Xiaoying said, she seemed to be called to the office by the math teacher again. It is estimated that she will not come back in all likelihood."

"When people leave, it's very miserable." Chen Ying said, nodding her head in pain, "I probably won't be able to come back."

"It's miserable... I wish her good luck..."

Gu Yuan and Liu Qingsi expressed sympathy in unison.

So everyone sat in familiar positions again. The temperature in spring was neither high nor low, and the warm wind was rushing in. Outside the window, there was verdant greenery and fragrant flowers and plants. The kitten, no, Joey, who was no longer a kitten, was lying on the window sill Stretched lazily on the bed, gently curled up in the sun like the leaves of a camphor tree, making a comfortable purring sound.

Time beats slowly every minute and every second, passing by little by little without anyone noticing.

Qi Yu conveniently pressed the switch of the phonograph, the previous record had been changed by Gu Yuan, this time it was "spring" by Joe Hisaishi that flowed out from the conch-like speaker.

If there is one word to describe the melody of this song, it can only be "hope".

This is a spring full of hope. When the cold winter is slowly going away, our life has gradually come to the season with the most intense colors.

midsummer.

(Some readers said that the emotional progress is slow, yes, it is really slow, but...the story of puberty is like this, it needs a long budding, and then it will be a violent and rapid explosion. The second volume is a After a long foreshadowing, in the next third volume of Midsummer, the protagonists will usher in their own turning points in life, because dreams and some people who accidentally gathered in the literature club will gradually embark on their own paths. Qi Yu, Ziqiu, Chen Ying and Gao Lian, Gu Yuan, Chi Yu, Liu Qingsi, if you want to know more about their stories, come with me and step into the next journey.)
The second volume, Spring and Autumn, is over.

The third volume, the midsummer of that year.

(End of this chapter)