In Wilde's eyes, Kitahara Kaede is a very contradictory existence: he always seems to be so tough yet fragile, bright yet melancholic, gentle yet distant.

Of course, it’s not just that.

Rather: Isn’t it the strangest thing for a person who clearly pursues those days of peace, stability, and quiet times, but is always on the road to travel far away?

Wilde thought so, so he became even more curious about the traveler in front of him, and quietly pieced together his past.

But in the eyes of Kitahara and Kaede, Wilde is also full of unsolvable contradictions:

He pursues fame and fortune, craves vanity, and cannot do without the support of the upper class and the praise and recognition of others.

But in the same way, Wilde also pursued useless beauty, longed for sincerity, and was so arrogant that he did not accept any form of refutation from others and violated the beauty he believed in.

All the conflicting characteristics are entangled in the painter's body into a beautiful knot - so beautiful that one may even think it is part of his artistic life.

Maybe contradiction is indeed a kind of art, and even the story itself between the two of them is the story of two contradictory people and two contradictory painters attracting each other.

However, Kitahara and Kaede did not give away the painting they painted, but simply found a bank to deposit it. Wilde also did not give this painting with too sharp language to Kitahara and Kaede, but just hid the painting again in depression.

They all have a little innocuous secret, but no one cares about it, although they are all curiously observing and trying to understand each other's hearts.

This may also be one of their contradictions.

"I sometimes think about what I want to do in this world. So Kitahara, what do you think?"

When Wilde, Kitahara and Kaede went to his friend's residence, he said in a very boring tone, the words that came out were light and fast, like the foam spit out by a goldfish:

"Sometimes I feel like the things I'm chasing are stupid. Well, stupid is stupid. Like if I fell in love with Percy, I've been doing weird things my whole life."

"I think... you seem to be very uneasy now. "

Kitahara and Kaede did not answer his question - in fact, Wilde did not need anyone's answer. He just glanced at him and said in a declarative tone: "You look like you are going to kill the passing child because of your excessive anxiety in the next second.

Swallow it, Wilde.”

"Eat children! Look at this rude word, but I am neither a witch nor one of those 'lively and enthusiastic' elves in Irish legends, nor am I interested in human entrails."

Wilde shouted in dissatisfaction and looked at his friend with reproachful eyes, as if he did not hear the comfort hidden in the other person's words.

But even so, his posture still seemed graceful and polite, and even considering that people occasionally passed by on this trail, he specially pinned a lily on his chest, matching the faint tinge on the edge of his dress.

The cyan lace double-breasted long coat is naturally elegant and noble.

"But you are indeed very anxious. The closer you are to your destination, the more anxious you are. No, in fact, you have been feeling this way since a few days ago."

Kitahara and Kaede pulled their suitcases and looked sideways at each other with smiling orange-gold eyes: "If you need me to describe it differently, it's more like a cat that knows it's going to pass through the territory of a large predator.

, all the hair on my body exploded..."

"Kitahara!"

This time the voice turned into one of embarrassment and anger.

However, the cat only felt unhappy for a while because his thoughts were exposed, and was soothed by the traveler who was very skillful in dealing with the matter with berry ice cream.

The artist narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and leaned over to sniff the milk on top of the ice cream. He suddenly forgot the thought that had been wandering in his mind a few minutes ago, "How about using that portrait to find a friend for himself", and returned to his original elegance.

of air.

It's just that the arrogant attitude has softened a little.

"But you're right, maybe I do need to calm down a little, at least not like this."

He took a bite of the dessert, and his tone seemed to soften due to the sweet taste in his mouth, appearing vague and full of cuteness.

"Every time, I remember every time: every time I think about meeting Bernard Shaw, I can't help but feel a little anxious. Because dealing with him is really an annoying thing, especially when he scorns the concept of beauty.

time."

When Wilde said this, he deliberately made a disdainful sound - although it sounded more like the soft complaint of a cat, sparing no effort to dislike his friend: "You don't know how boring and annoying this person is.

Hate!"

"Almost all his supposedly smart mind is filled with the most boring things in the world, oh, and apples, his stupid apples."

"The only place where you can see that his brain is good is when he is sarcastic, but that's all he can do! What else can he do besides growing apples... By the way, that's him in front of me

of apple orchards.”

Wilde stopped in his tracks, looked at the large forest in front of him, and slightly narrowed his emerald eyes.

It was an endless fusion of snow-white and light pink clouds, a natural accumulation of large tracts of paint, smeared by nature on the edge of the road willfully, blending with the sparkling sun.

The silvery white mixed with fresh pink smiles cheerfully, jumping lively in human retinas, showing the breath of spring unscrupulously.

And this soft color that belongs to spring always looks so strong and grand, as if small people will be overwhelmed by the sweetness represented by ten thousand clouds just by taking a look at it.

A gray-white butterfly flew lightly over the traveler's fingertips, and flapped the other's fingers with its scaly wings, causing the traveler who was gazing at the scenery in amazement to calm down.

“Beautiful orchard.”

Beiyuan and Feng turned their heads to look at Wilde, stretched out their hands to hold a wisp of cold and gentle wind, and said with a sigh of relief: "It feels like it is enough to be used as a scenic spot: this friend of yours is actually very aesthetic."

ah."

It was so beautiful that he was in a trance and couldn't help but think of the words in Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring":

"There are hundreds of steps along the bank. There are no trees in the middle. The grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful."

Even though what is depicted is a peach blossom, at this moment, there is no clear difference between what kind of flower it is. At least they have the same kind of beauty.

It is so beautiful that even a proud painter would have to admit that this orchard is indeed a landscape worthy of painting.

"Just give it a try..." He muttered, indicating that he was still very picky.

"I don't think so. But now I know why you dislike him so much, but you are still willing to call him a friend. You can tell at a glance that this is an aesthetic you will like."

Kitahara and Kaede walked forward and reached out to touch the hanging branches of a fruit tree. Their fingertips carefully touched the flowers clustered in the dough. They closed their eyes and took a deep and slow breath of the elegant fragrance from the flowers.

.

It has a very light taste.

It is completely different from the grandness seen from a distance. Its white color looks very pure and thick, just like the heavy snow that has not yet finished in winter emerging from the branches and leaves of the plants. Even the fragrance is cold and plain, with a snow-like elegance.

.

The pink smudge hangs shyly on the edge of the petals, like the rouge used to dress the snow in spring, adding a little more vitality to the appearance of the flower.

A very tender touch, revealing the unique excitement and childlike liveliness of all things in spring.

"No! Do you think I am the kind of vulgar person who only cares about appearance?"

Wilde retorted subconsciously and confidently, and then realized what Beihara and Feng had said. His eyes subconsciously moved to the side, and there was a trace of guilt in his voice: "He and I can be friends, well, of course it's because of him...

…”

Beihara and Feng raised their eyebrows and looked at Wilde with teasing eyes.

What he is wearing today is a sky-blue jacket with oriental colors, buckles and moiré patterns that Oscar Wilde borrowed from somewhere, and a white shirt underneath.

Her oriental-style delicate brows were half-hidden by a cluster of snow-white apple blossoms, and the gorgeous orange-gold color in her eyes shone brightly under the sun, giving people the illusion of stepping out of a painting for a moment.

The painter looked at the scene in front of him that suited his own aesthetics, and muttered in a low voice: "...because he is very good-looking."

For this loyal follower of beauty, the rest is not a big deal. As long as the other person has a shadow of the beauty he pursues, he can stalk them.

Although no matter what conditions the guy put forward, he would not allow him to sit quietly in a place and just be a model honestly - and he actually dared to despise the great profession of painting!

If he hadn't been so good-looking, I wouldn't have paid attention to such a boring human being!

Wilde snorted, and suddenly felt that although Kitahara and Kaede were annoying sometimes, they were still barely qualified in the modeling profession. At least they had the self-consciousness that a beauty should have in front of him.

However, one thing must be mentioned here: his tolerance of Bernard Shaw is a thing of the past.

After all, Mr. Wilde has created the work he wanted, so the other person's face has completely... Well, it has slightly lost some of its value to the great painter Mr. Wilde.

At least when you fight, you won't feel so distressed when you hit him, and when you verbally hurt each other, you don't have to take care of his emotions so much.

The painter raised his face and thought rather proudly. He did not expect that he would have such an idea, which was in itself a top-notch indulgence for that person.

"Let's go quickly."

As if thinking of the scenario of fighting the opponent for 800 rounds to get rid of the evil in his chest, Wilde couldn't help but urge Kitahara and Kaede: "It's best not to touch his apple tree, otherwise if something goes wrong, that stingy guy will

Definitely three hours of innuendos in a non-repetitive tone.”

Beiyuan and Feng let go of their hands and watched the branches of the apple tree bounce back to their original positions, shaking off some bright white petals on the grass covered with green velvet. The corners of their lips slightly raised: "I thought you were here on a special trip.

Quarrel with someone."

The implication is obvious: So why are you getting nervous at this time?

"What, admit defeat? I'm not admitting defeat. I just don't want to get involved in any bad trouble!"

The painter didn't know which direction he was thinking of. Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he shouted righteously: "You don't know how annoying that guy is..."

Kitahara and Feng nodded perfunctorily on the side, pretending to comfort the conceited painter. They walked around the apple orchard two or three times with great interest, and then pulled out a sign from the grass.

There is a thin layer of soil and moisture on the sign, which may have been blown off by the wind during a storm.

The traveler didn't dislike this at all. He stretched out his hand and wiped away the mud bit by bit. Looking at the writing on it that gradually became clearer, he couldn't help laughing in the end.

"Pfft."
To be continued...