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eighteenth day.

Ruan Wen went to Badaguan scenic spot.

The "Badaguan" is characterized by the fusion of gardens and courtyards, surrounded by lush greenery.

The peach blossoms on Shaoguan Road are in full bloom in spring every spring, and they are pink like ribbons; the crape myrtle flowers on Zhengyang Road compete for research in summer; The begonias on the road are still fragrant after night rain.

She didn't come here when the green peaches were in full bloom. She chose the flowering period to be over. At this time, the tree was not much more beautiful, but there was a piece of spring mud under the tree. Red tiles and green walls could be seen between the branches and leaves. The gradient and collision of colors existed naturally. every corner.

April is peach, and crabapple blooms in May.

She'll be here until June, then go south.

It took Ruan Wen nearly an hour to find a suitable position, observe, think, and then write, trying to show the most moving impression of the moment.

At noon she ate some pancakes.

In the afternoon, there were more young people on the street.

In 1998, there were not many foreign tourists in the "Eight Great Passes", let alone noisy tourist groups. Compared with scattered travelers, there were more students from nearby universities.

They played and chased in the street and sang about love.

Ruan Wen sometimes stops to look at the young couple walking hand in hand, or shakes his head, or smiles, and then continues to outline the Shaoguan Spring in his heart.

Towards the end, a little rain fell from the sky. With a sound of spring thunder piercing the sky, the rain quickly became heavier. She was caught off guard and a little embarrassed.

The sky was clear when she got up in the morning, but she didn't expect that the situation would change in the afternoon. She remembered that there was an umbrella in the bag, but for some reason, she couldn't find it after searching several times.

Just when she had no choice but to give up and was about to pack up and leave, the top of her head went dark, and the rain was blocked out.

When she turned around to look, the panic in her eyes suddenly froze.

The face that had been gone for almost a week reappeared in front of my eyes, smiling faintly amidst the sound of rain and frogs.

"Did you...didn't leave?"

"Gone, but came back."

Ruan Wen said with a smile: "It seems that you haven't given up yet."

Lin Yue shrugged, looked at her painting and said, "Can I still draw?"

Ruan Wen turned around.

I saw the rainwater falling from the edge of the umbrella wet the drawing board, and the water line meandered, blurring out the wet colors.

She was stunned, took out the brush involuntarily, and clicked a few times on the places with strong color difference.

Lin Yue handed over the umbrella to cover her and the sky of the drawing board.

The raindrops rustled the leaves, frogs croaked from the pond, and water droplets strung around the umbrella in a beaded curtain, beyond which was a woman's face absorbed in attention.

I don't know how long it has been, she put away the brush, gently put it in the paint tray, and looked at "Shaoguan Spring" soaked in the spring love and rain, her eyes were full of surprise and joy.

Unexpectedly, the color clusters produced by the rain made this painting suddenly come alive, adding a touch of freehand brushwork and haziness to the ancient Chinese literati paintings in the collision of light, shadow and color. Even a famous painter like her couldn't help secretly applauding. This may be her most successful work since her debut.

Art is born in nature, and it can be acquired by chance.

She turned around, wanting to share her joy with Lin Yue and express her inner gratitude, but what she saw was a man who was almost drenched.

The rain fell drop by drop along the tip of the hair, and little water stains surrounded the arch of the eyebrows. The stiff suit and neat tie were wet, and the collar of the shirt was tightly pressed to the neck, looking in a mess.

Ruan Wen looked at himself and then at him, feeling very complicated emotions in his heart.

"sorry."

She grasped the handle of the umbrella and wanted to push it, but the arm stretched out in front of her didn't move.

"Do you think it's too lonely for me to be soaked alone, and you want to be a pair of soaked chickens with me?"

Ruan Wen wanted to laugh, but the smile flowed into his heart and turned into emotion.

"Thank you."

Lin Yue said, "Have you finished painting?"

"Um."

"Then what are you still doing?"

She came to her senses all of a sudden, quickly packed up her drawing board and tools, followed Lin Yue to leave the scene, and got into a jeep parked by the side of the road.

"You will catch a cold like this. Go to the hotel where I live, which is not far from the north."

Lin Yue nodded, started the engine and headed north.

...

After entering the room more than ten minutes later, Ruan Wen rushed him into the bathroom to take a hot shower immediately.

With Lin Yue's current physique, not to mention getting wet all over his body, even if he fell into a hole in the ice in winter, he would be fine with a few sneezes at most, chills and weakness for a long time. There is no need to be so nervous.

"I asked the waiter to wash your clothes. By the way, I asked the front desk to find two clean clothes. You should wear them first."

When he rushed halfway, Ruan Wen's voice came from the door.

"good."

Lin Yue agreed behind the shower curtain.

After a few minutes, he changed into a clean shirt and trousers and went out.

Ruan Wen stood in the middle of the living room wearing a knitted sweater, watching "Shaoguan Spring" under the light without blinking.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Lin Yue walked over to watch it carefully for a while: "Although I don't have much research on the painting, what is certain is that this painting is completely different from your previous works. It seems... there is something more."

Ruan Wen turned his body sideways: "Nature's breath."

"Nature's Breath?"

"Do you know how Impressionism came about?"

Lin Yue nodded: "Writers use words to capture the audience's thoughts, musicians use melodies to mobilize people's emotions, and chefs pursue the stimulation of taste buds. When it comes to painters, the paintings of the old era are more realistic, carrying more historical stories and philosophical thoughts. After the invention of photographic technology, realistic art was hit hard, and a new school of painting——Impressionism was born. They believed that painting art needs to return to the essence, and should emphasize the influence of color, light, shadow and lines on the visual system. Later The new generation of Impressionist painters believe that it is not enough to pursue color, light and shadow, lines and composition. Just like famous writers, musicians, and chefs all have strong personal styles, Impressionist painters should also inject personal thoughts, emotions, and ideas into their works. comprehension of things."

"You know a lot." Ruan Wen said: "When we met last time, you said that my paintings are different from the past, like a graceful and reserved Asian beauty. In fact, after Luo Wen left, I have been looking for a better painting style. Breakthrough, but I am not very satisfied with the works these days, there is always a feeling of artificiality. Until today, the water falling from the edge of the umbrella has smudged the spring peaches in Shaoguan, scattered the personal emotions I deliberately conveyed, and gave it a few The misty natural feeling, how should I put it, is a bit like wet painting. The hard work over the past few months has finally paid off."

Lin Yue said sincerely, "Congratulations."

Ruan Wen shook his head: "This is a work completed by the two of us. If you agree, I will hold an exhibition in the future, and I will add your name to the introduction of this painting."

Lin Yue said, "As long as you like it."

"Look at me, all my attention is on it." Ruan Wen picked up the cup on the coffee table and handed it to him: "Drink some hot water, to get rid of the cold in your body."

"Thanks."

Lin Yue took the cup and took a sip, then walked to the sofa next to him and sat down.

The lights in the living room are all on, the light is bright, and the air is mixed with the smell of paint and perfume.

He took a few deep sniffs and frowned slightly: "This is... Chanel No. 5?"

"Huh? You know it?"

Ruan Wen went to the sofa next to him and sat down, holding a cup in both hands and taking a sip of hot coffee.

Lin Yue nodded: "This is my ex-girlfriend's favorite perfume. She was born on May 25th, and the release date of this perfume is also May 25th."

"If you can tell the perfume style from the smell of paint, you must love her very much." Ruan Wen felt that the Royal Canadian Mounted Police was very different from the police in her impression.

Lin Yue smiled and didn't say much.

The world of "Eavesdropping" took Mary to travel around the world. The perfume he bought for his fiancee at the Chanel counter in the Champs Elysees was CHANEL NO.5.

At this time, Ruan Wen remembered the conversation between the two in the rain: "You said that you left and came back again, is it because you refused to admit defeat?"

"no."

Lin Yue's answer surprised her.

"why?"