I am studying and eating melons in Chronicle

"Teacher Ge, I'm back."

Seeing that there was no one on the street in front of the courtyard, Yunling walked straight to Ge Yun's house. The door was ajar and unlocked. Before she walked in, she heard the sound of chopping vegetables.

She put the lunch box on the simple small square table and moved to the small kitchen.In fact, it’s not really a kitchen, it’s just a space by the window to place cooking utensils.

"Teacher Ge, didn't I say I bought groceries? What are you doing?" She was as naive as a little squirrel, lying on the low stool next to her and looking around.

After Ge Yun finished cooking the food and put it out, she replied slowly: "When someone comes to our house as a guest, they have to cook, not to mention you bringing gifts to the door."

Yunling touched her ears. She had ignored this layer.

"And I just met Comrade Bao's lover. She said they were released, so they will probably be home soon."

Yunling thought she would have to wait until the evening, but she didn't expect to meet him in the afternoon.

She looked happy, Ge Yun saw it, and thought that it would be great if students could be like her. Unfortunately, she was not a student of Lao Ni at all, so she didn't know why she was so enthusiastic?

Moreover, the couple had long been insensitive and intimidated by the idea of ​​admitting students.

More importantly, there are very few students who respect and love their teachers as much as Yunling.

Teaching in a school and recruiting students are not the same thing.

The former only needs to fulfill their teaching obligations, while the latter almost teaches them all their life-long knowledge. Some traditional old craftsmen and craftsmen even regard accepting apprentices as adopted children, which shows their closeness.

In order to wait for her husband to eat, Ge Yun put the vegetables bought by Yun Ling in the pot to warm. Yun Ling was not in a hurry, and the two of them sat on the chairs and chatted without a word.

In fact, most of the chatter was from Yunling, with Ge Yun chiming in from time to time.

"Although this is my second time here, every time I come in, this house is clean and bright. If my mother saw me, I would definitely be able to chat with you. She also likes to keep the house clean and the windows are clear, and not a trace of dust can be seen."

It seems that when this matter is mentioned, the woman exudes pride from the inside out, and her eyebrows reveal a confident charm: "I was also a mess when I was young. I also had a studio full of drawings and models..."

"It only became like this after I got married. I think you people who study medicine are always a bit mystical. At first, he took care of it. Later, he always put my drawings in places I was not familiar with. He was organized, but I can only find a place if I organize it myself.”

Talking about the time when they first got married, the woman exuded soft happiness, which was completely different from her on the street. She seemed to be immersed in a dream, so that she could feel a little sweetness of life.

Unconsciously, Ge Yun gradually talked more and more.

Yunling suddenly looked up and found Ni Shaochun standing at the door, quietly listening to his wife's memories and memories, his gentle eyes fixed on her.

He lowered his gesture slightly to signal her to be silent, obviously wanting to give his wife some quiet time to relax.

Yunling nodded clearly and continued to guide Ge Yun.

She didn't know how long she continued chatting, but she finally felt a little thirsty. She stood up to pour water and suddenly saw her husband standing at the door with messy hair, black eyes and a haggard face.

"How long have you been standing there? Why didn't you say anything when you came back?" Ge Yun didn't even bother to drink water. She went directly to help him remove the scarf and hung it on the peeling paint shelf by the door.

"It's been three long nights. It's hard to come back now. Are you tired? By the way, are you hungry? The food is all in the pot. Xiaoyun even went to a state-owned restaurant to buy meat and vegetables."

"Do you want to sleep first or eat first?"

Her chattering sounded like the sound of nature to Ni Shaochun's ears. God knows how much he missed his wife's nagging and caring from time to time, instead of the stillness of his heart like a pond of silence now.

"Ayun, stop working." He took the initiative to pour a glass of warm water and handed it to her, then went to the kitchen to serve the food, "Just sit down and I'll do it."

Yunling voluntarily stood up to help. She couldn't let a senior who was "deficient in energy and blood" work alone, right?
Look at his face, how pale it is... To exaggerate, it's like he hasn't seen the sun in 300 years.During the meal, Professor Ni knew that Yunling came to see him for something, because one of his friends named Bao was too careless and only remembered to tell him to call him back after leaving the laboratory.

He also didn't expect that the little girl would come to the provincial capital the next day. It seemed that the matter was urgent and could not be delayed.

Ni Shaochun worked hard and could hardly open his eyelids.

Yunling couldn't stand it any longer, so she quickly advised: "This is a difficult matter for me, and it won't be solved for a while. It's useless if you don't have the energy. Why don't you have a good sleep, I won't leave today, I have plenty of time to discuss. "

Hearing this, he noticed his wife's worried eyes, nodded obediently, and went back to the house to rest.

Yunling turned around and took the initiative to talk to Ge Yun: "Teacher Ge, are you willing to teach me two strokes?"

Did she mean painting?
Ge Yun was shocked. Knowing her identity and background, he still dared to learn from her?
Is this little girl suffering from a fever or illness?I heard that the flu is really serious outside recently.

Yunling saw her hesitation and smiled: "It's not a problem to learn a few strokes. I usually go back to the village to have nothing to do, so I just draw flowers and plants. When the time comes, I'll send it to you. Don't worry. I dislike my childish drawing."

This is true, even if you think about it even if you are half-assed, you won't be able to achieve anything, and it won't cause her any trouble.

Mainly, by staying with her, Ge Yun seemed to be able to breathe a sigh of relief. The tightly packed boulders were removed and she could breathe.

"Speak first. You can't draw in front of outsiders, just draw secretly by yourself."

Seeing that the person relented, Yunling learned to climb up the pole and said as if unintentionally: "Then I will come to you to learn from you when I come to the provincial capital."

Ge Yun frowned and gave her a strange look, as if to say: "This is the first time I've seen such a fearless little girl like you."

Yunling pretended not to see it, followed her into the bedroom, and took out a paintbrush and stacked drawing paper from the corner.

Ge Yun is undoubtedly a professional, otherwise he would not have made a name for himself in the domestic painting industry at such a young age. Therefore, these two most basic tools are also professional brands and were left behind secretly in the end.

Yunling rubbed the texture of the paper. It was much thicker than the usual pages for book notes, with one side rough and the other smooth.In addition, she also deliberately kept the golden brand mark on the charcoal pen in mind.

Ge Yun lowered her eyes, her lowered eyelashes covering up her sad and complicated expression. Her movements were extremely gentle. Even if they were hidden in the dusty and dirty walls, these treasures to her were still clean and intact.

Buried under the heavy stones and bricks is her utopia.

She had already accepted the reality that her dreams were shattered into shards of glass, and now it seemed like a good choice to hand them over to a bright and quiet girl.

Ge Yun only misjudged someone once in her life, but this time it was enough to make her go through many vicissitudes of life.

It seemed that at that moment, all her courage had been exhausted.

But the girl in front of me is just like her when she was young, full of energy, enthusiasm and optimism.

But not quite the same as her.

If youth is compared to an alcohol lamp, then she is the outer flame that comes into contact with the air first, while Yunling is the inner flame with the highest temperature but is stable.

The hard ones are easy to break, but the soft ones last forever.

She's like this, just right.

In fact, as I write, I find that many of the heroines’ auras are due to inevitable human interactions. For example, meeting Professor Lu and getting acquainted with Professor Ni, it is reasonable for this line to go from Grandpa Xiaoyun; another example is the meeting in a restaurant. Even though we didn’t meet by chance this time, we would get to know each other later on in proper occasions.I always feel that opportunities are not just thrown in front of the characters, but the characters have to be able to catch them. The same is true in our lives. (Good guy, I am a post-00s generation, and I love talking more and more about truth... drinking tea leisurely...)