June is our farewell song

Maybe it's thanks to the piles of dark clouds in the sky that are about to cry.

Gu Yuan, who hadn't seen the sun all day, was naturally in a bad mood.

After last night, Qi Yu's father came to pick her up and parted ways because of this. The boy who didn't even get a goodbye just sighed and touched his forehead, lying on the bed and vaguely feeling the sky turning from black to white.Then it changed from white to this thick gray that has accumulated somberly until now.

He stood by the window of the studio in the art building, letting the cool wind beat against his face to keep his head awake. Not far behind, Wen Jin was holding a palette in one hand and a pen in the other. He pulled it down very low, staring at the drawing paper in front of him and meditating, and after a while he suddenly realized "Oh~", and then drew a few strokes.

Acting like no one else was there, as if he didn't notice his own existence at all, Gu Yuan continued to look at the sky, and couldn't help but look back after a while, and sure enough the girl was still concentrating on drawing.There is no sense of loss in what was expected, but... I can't help but sigh softly.

Since when?
I do everything with my friends, and it gradually becomes a situation of "it is better to do it by myself". Even if I am depressed, it seems that I have lost the object to confide in and complain about.

That's good too, isn't it?The so-called "growth" the only way.

Even if you tell yourself like this, in the dead of night, the villain in your heart will be so lonely that you will be downcast.

Rather than saying that the only person around who could be regarded as a friend during this time was Wen Jin, it would be better to say... Except for Wen Jin, Gu Yuan couldn't find anyone else who could talk about recent events.The world is tilted in the process of growing up, and if you don't hold on to something, it seems to fall, from the burning tower into the endless dark abyss.Because there is always such uneasiness, I have to hold on to the only straw.

The coolness in my heart, like water droplets dyed on the title page, slowly soaks away.

The face and hands are also cool.

"Ah, it's raining again." A careless voice rang in my ears.

Gu Yuan raised his head, the gray-white sky was embedded with black curls, and countless transparent dewdrops slowly fell from his eyes in the breeze.The milky white lights soften the night in Nanhua, and the crowds coming and going on the boulevard are silent in the falling rain.

In the next second, a paintbrush dipped in ocher paint came into view.

"This new paint is not easy to use at all, so why is it so popular and sold so well?" Wen Jin retracted his hand and quickly retracted it, lowering his eyes and not facing Gu Yuan directly. , just looking at him from the corner of the eye, maybe not looking at him at all, "There are so many incomprehensible things in this world. So you, you are upset because you don't go to the [-]-day swearing-in meeting and come to me The reason for coming?"

When Gu Yuan turned his head, he felt the fragrance of paint wafting continuously.

The lines of the side face are drawn with a pencil, the eyes are lazy, and there is an indifferent smile on the corner of the mouth. As always, the appearance is light and light, wrapping a fiery heart.Gu Yuan recalled the first time he met Wen Jin, he was obviously such a violent person...

In any case, the boy who was immersed in loneliness just a second ago felt warm in his arms under the effect of aromatic paint.

"It's not like that..."

He sighed softly, leaned against the window lattice and lowered his head.

Because of what happened last night, Qi Yu was unsurprisingly disqualified from speaking on stage today, and he hasn't come to school yet.This isn't necessarily a bad thing for her, it's always good to get some rest.But the person who came on stage as a substitute was, by coincidence, Yang Hao.Thinking of him grinning on the stage, Gu Yuan felt a little sick, and Feng Ziqiu hadn't appeared since yesterday, Gao Lian also seemed to have caught a cold last night and asked for sick leave.He no longer had any reason to stay in that stuffy and wet auditorium to listen to Yang Hao's speech.

"So, is it because of weakness?"

After a while, Wen Jin asked.

Perhaps it was because she didn't have much concern in her tone, and this kind of inquiry seemed to Gu Yuan to mean "charity".And he understood what the girl was referring to - Gu Yuan had already told her everything the last time we met, and Wen Jin also knew what had happened recently, so this sentence was completely ruthless.

Yang Hao said similar things before, but Gu Yuan didn't take it seriously, and now even Wen Jin said the same thing.On the contrary, Gu Yuan himself really didn't understand, where did he see it, the reason why he felt weak.Forget about Yang Hao, that scumbag man, he doesn't know what he is planning in his heart, why does this person in front of him say that?It's just a friend who hasn't fully made friends, Gu Yuan is not happy to be said so.

"Don't be self-righteous and make judgments." Gu Yuan was a little unconvinced and said stiffly, "You don't understand me at all, so don't make random guesses about my psychology."

"Because you have no confidence in your own actions and cannot make a judgment, so you are confused, hesitant, and confused, so you have to sigh here and pretend to be melancholy?"

This guy Wen Jin...

The previous warmth disappeared, and Gu Yuan was firmly controlled by something called "self-esteem":
"Hmph... That's it. I'm not smart enough, handsome enough, or likable enough. I can't see through everything, so I have to take a step and watch one. This is also called weakness. Is it all my fault? No one is perfect, why did I just I deserve to be looked down upon because of my shortcomings. I also want to live confidently and proudly, but when I am confused, at least someone must stand by my side and teach me what to do next, right?"

Chi Yu's departure has not been explained until now.

The appearance of Yang Hao brought a series of chaos. He spent so long planning how to get closer to him step by step, and until now when his plan unfolded, he still didn't even know what his purpose was.

Losing the competition, two years of hard work were wasted, and the grades continued to decline uncontrollably. Even with all their efforts, they could only barely maintain the middle class. Before they had time to relax, they were in danger of falling behind.

Qingsi's death, coupled with the sudden estrangement between Qi Yu, Ziqiu and himself, tore apart his circle of friends one after another.

When you are down, when you are sad, when you are helpless, when you want to cry.

He didn't even have the chance to seek comfort from his parents, so he could only silently lick his own wounds.

Not only no one can understand, but also ridiculed by the only remaining "friends".

It is so difficult to be a human being, even a nameless grass, or a stray cat or dog on the street, seems to be more relaxed and free than the current self.

"So," Gu Yuan turned to look at Wen Jin, "people like you can't understand my difficulties at all."

"Well, I didn't intend to understand." Wen Jin still had an indifferent attitude, "But why do you have to have someone stand by your side and tell you what to do? Do you have to rely on other people to survive? It's because Are you not a complete person? Or is it because you think that you are just an accessory, and you must follow others to survive? Does your own decision have to be confirmed by others to prove it is correct? Since you said I don’t Knowing you, then why do you think that the guy you want to rely on must understand you?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Jin raised her hands and waved them lightly:

"I didn't mean to mock you, I just said it casually, you don't have to be like a cat with its fur raised and its back arched in a defensive posture, just listen to it if you like it, and pretend that I didn't say anything if you don't like it Lah. However, there is something I want to tell you, this painting is almost finished."

Gu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure and took two steps forward, standing beside Wen Jin and looking at the drawing board in front of her.

Scattered tables and chairs, blackboard covered with chalk dust wiped off the ground, scattered pink, in the corner of the studio there is a white flower half in bloom and half withering, the branches outside the window are green, passing through Sunlight from cascading dark clouds cast small circular spots of light on the marble tiled floor.On the petals of the blooming half of the flowers, crumbling crystal water drops hang alone, and there is still a thin layer of white snow on the outer edge of the window sill.The scenes of the four seasons are cut into pieces and spliced ​​into the same picture.

There is a feeling of time confusion, but it seems to have seen countless days and nights in this studio in spring, summer, autumn and winter.Describe the passage of time as a concrete picture.

"I think there is no need to let others know how much hardship you have suffered and how difficult it is."

Wen Jin took off the painting and handed it to Gu Yuan.

"Like, I never tell anyone how long I've been in the studio. Sitting on the cold floor of the studio with my knees in my arms waiting for the next day, no one stands next to me and tells me what to do next. How to do it."

"At that moment I understood, don't hold the illusion that someone will heal your wounds, you have to wipe your tears and stand up. Put your hope in the distant and uncertain future, and hold the idea of ​​'the future will be better', Giving yourself a little hope that you can stand up and keep going is enough."

"Of course you don't have to be like me, but you have to make a choice." Wen Jin stretched her waist as she spoke, "Uh-hmm-choose and do nothing, you will only be dragged around by the people around you Falling into the quagmire of being at a loss. Only weak people will refuse to choose, because they don't want to take responsibility at all, you should not be such a person, are you such a person?"

"Should..." Gu Yuan held the painting, his fingers became slightly hot from the force.

Wen Jin sniffed, turned and walked out of the studio, leaving the boy alone.