June is our farewell song

Chapter 180 Dream

After returning to the dormitory, Gu Yuan lay on the bed and took out from his pocket the manuscript of the second half of Wen Jin’s novel that Qi Yu had given him. The graphic memory made it possible for him to read the novel even after half a month. I remember the content of the first half very clearly.

The protagonist "I" of the novel met a woman who claimed to be a "painter" in a big house in the village filled with various legends. "My" mother and other villagers said that the woman was Crazy, said she ruined herself because of her obsession with painting, only "I" didn't think so, but strangely, even that woman thought painting ruined her life.

After learning to paint with her for a year, "I" learned sketching and watercolor, and was admitted to the high school in the county. When I left, the "painter" gave "me" one of her paintbrushes and a Weird 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 from last time came to an abrupt end here, and what I hold in my hands now is the rest.

The writing style of this novel is not bad, and it can even be said to be unique. The reason why it cannot be included in the latest column is, as Qing Si said, that it is incomplete.Of course, what Gu Yuan is most interested in is not the content of the novel itself, but the metaphors behind it. He always feels that this novel has something to say, even if it has little to do with the entanglement between Wen Jin and Chi Yu, at least It also has a lot to do with Wen Jin himself.

So he opened the manuscript, and the first sentence that caught his eyes was:

"I kept drawing day and night, and my paintings became more and more free and deviant from common sense. People in the school laughed at me as a fool, saying that it was impossible to get the admission letter of the university with such messy paintings, so Soon, without knowing it at home, I dropped out of school."

"What a weird beginning..."

Gu Yuan lay on the bed and muttered something. The end of the first half gave him a feeling that "my" high school life was about to come. Unexpectedly, the beginning of the second half sentenced this conjecture to death.

What made him even more unexpected was yet to come.

After the suspension of school, "I" participated in an inexplicable competition by chance, and won No.1 with a few random strokes of graffiti in the competition.Then there was a group of compliments in front of "I", and the more unintentionally painted the painting, the more it was boasted as an elaborate work, even if the painting took less than half an hour, even if the watercolor on it was It was splashed directly with a paint bottle, but more and more people compliment it, saying that these will be handed down from generation to generation.

But these flattery did not excite "I", because those people asked "I" to wear that mask to create a sense of mystery, they hoped that "I" would reduce the contact with others, and even reduce the frequency of "painting" To enable those "handed down works" to be sold at a better price.

These demands made "I" feel very scared, and "I" suddenly realized that "I" longed for a normal life, so "I" decided to tear up all the paintings and burn them to ashes.Many people gathered at the door of the studio that day, and the surrounding quarrels completely drowned out the voice of "I". When "I" tore up the paintings one by one and threw them into the flames, a businessman knelt down The ground was crying, blaming my ignorance, but I just quietly tore up the last painting, and then threw the mask into the fire.

After that, "I" never touched a paintbrush again, nor did I go back to the original village, let alone the big house where the "painter" lived. "I" went back to school and lived an ordinary life that couldn't be more ordinary. life.

ended.

Gu Yuan's hand holding the manuscript shook slightly,

ended?
In a nutshell:
"What is this???"

He twisted the side of the paper with his hands, and after reconfirming that there was really only a thin layer, he turned the whole paper over and wrote on the back of the paper with a sky blue pen, "Everything in the world is Made of jumbled lines and filled with colour."

Other than that, there is nothing left.

I don't know what to say.

This is all Gu Yuan's feelings now. After reading the second half of this short and concise "novel", he couldn't help but feel a feeling of "Have I been tricked by Wen Jin?"

"What's in this guy's head...Could it be all colorful paints..." Gu Yuan felt that his precious life was wasted by this piece of paper, maybe he shouldn't have done it in the first place. Looking forward to getting some information from Wen Jin.

He yawned while lying on the bed, and the wooden bed boards creaked slightly. He wanted to know about Chi Yu but took action from other people. Looking back now, it was really weird and funny.Even if something happened between Wen Jin and Chi Yu, it was a long time ago. Since it has been a long time, there should be no entanglement, just like what happened between myself and Lu Siyao, letting go of the past is not only An idiom for the college entrance examination is a very useful truth in life.

The lights were turned off almost at the same time as the yawn was over. Gu Yuan glanced at his watch, and it was [-]:[-], which was advanced again. Since this semester, the time of lights-off has been quietly advancing. Said it was "line cause", but I hardly heard it again recently.

And obviously summer is coming, noon is the time when people are most likely to get sleepy, but even the lunch break time is shortening, the shortening is not painful, from the first one or two minutes to the current five minutes.At first, some students would express their dissatisfaction, but gradually everyone didn't care.

The school seems to be intentionally or unintentionally compressing the time for free activities of students.

Gu Yuan closed his eyes, recalling the recent events one by one.

Chi Yu, Qing Si, and Qi Yu are going to participate in the 3000-meter race in the upcoming sports meeting.

Chen Ge seems to be hiding something that happened ten years ago, and this thing is related to Ye Qiuling who didn't appear on the graduation book.

There is a transfer student named Ye Qiuling in Ling Xiaoxiao's class.

When did the world get so weird?

He opened his eyes and looked at the dark ceiling.

Yuan Xiao told him that if he wanted to find more official records about the relocation of the school ten years ago, he had better go to the school history museum to try his luck, but it is closed to the public all the year round, and this sports meeting might be an opportunity. But it is not easy to find the records at that time, and the management teacher of the school history museum is the biggest obstacle.

By the way, speaking of the management teacher, what was Qi Yu's name just now...?
Guan Zhongting, yes, it seems to be this.

Guan Zhongting...why do you always feel so familiar?Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

and many more……

In the dark, Gu Yuan patted his forehead.

He remembered.

Isn't Guan Zhongting the instructor of the literature club ten years ago?
He is the management teacher of the school history museum?

Gu Yuan only felt that the messy thoughts in the darkness had been slowly connected together, and just waiting for such a crucial thread could unravel everything and see the sun.

After thinking about it, he fell asleep.

That night, Gu Yuan had a dream. He dreamed that he was standing in a big house splashed with watercolors. Chi Yu was standing opposite him. There seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

He leaned forward to say hello, but Chi Yu didn't respond and just took a few steps back.Only at this time did Gu Yuan realize that she was holding a mask in her hand, a mask that couldn't be simpler, with only two eyes, no eyelashes and eyebrows, no hair or auricles, no more than two noses, and a straight line for the mouth. The slippery lines simply separate the upper and lower lips.

Chi Yu put on the mask, Gu Yuan woke up from the dream and found that the pillow was soaked in sweat.

The air conditioner above the head had lost its light, and the room with no windows was covered with damp heat by the four boys, making it very stuffy.

(End of this chapter)