Tangtang is much more mature and depressed than when I met last time.

Even in the mountains and rivers of the incense burner, there were many difficulties in life and death, and Tangtang was not as deep as it was.

Those eyes made people feel sad when they saw them.

At the beginning, Guyu thought it was because of the pressure brought to her by the incense burner, but until the incense burner was taken away by Cha Sanhuang, Tangtang's melancholy brows did not relieve the slightest.

Thinking of Tangtang living alone now, her depression may come from her family or from love.

Guyu sent Cha Sanhuang away. In Tangtang's basement, he smelled the familiar smell getting more and more dimmer, until he could no longer understand it. Then he sighed and prepared to leave.

"Uncle, do you have something urgent?"

Gu Yu was stunned. The first thing he thought of was, was there something urgent to do? It does, it was related to life and death, but that matter could not start immediately if he was anxious, because he needed to wait for news about Ling Dongsolar in Jijiang.

"There is no urgent matter, what's wrong with Tangtang?"

Tangtang said "Yeah~" a long tone and said in a low voice:

"You haven't done what you promised me yet."

Gu Yu suddenly realized, remembered the previous agreement, and nodded:

"It's OK these days, but in winter, although it's south, it's quite cold at night."

Tangtang's melancholy brow finally stretched for a moment and said with a smile:

"We drove there, with a big tent, a thick quilt, a lot of delicious food, not cold or hungry, not worrying about things that are bothered, okay?"

What can Guyu say? He had agreed to something well, so he nodded and said:

"good!"

He agreed to it with pleasure, but he didn't expect Tangtang to act more happily.

Without waiting, she pulled him straight to the garage in front of the yard.

There were several cars parked there, which were expensive.

Tangtang pulled Guyu straight to a pickup truck, and the carriage behind it was already packed with supplies needed for camping.

The covered tarp cloth is shiny and it is obvious that people often wipe it.

What Guyu didn't know was that this was the first thing Tangtang did when she walked out of the incense burner.

That is to buy a car that can carry enough camping supplies, then prepare enough supplies, and then wait for that day.

Tangtang drove very fast, as if venting the filled emotions in her heart.

The rugged mountain road was so bumpy that Guyu's stomach was overturned, but he did not stop Tangtang, because as the pickup truck bumped, as the mountain road became more and more difficult, as the people went away, Tangtang's eyes became brighter and brighter. That was the look that a girl of her age should have.

By the lake, the name of the lake is a mirror.

The lake is not big, but it is very deep. Because it is surrounded by mountains and it is difficult to move wind, so the lake has no waves all year round, just like a mirror, so it has the name of Jinghu.

Tangtang parked the car by the lake, and there were three or three men and two men walking by the lake shore in other directions, having a tryst and collecting folk songs by the lake.

This is the place where couples like to come from the most. It is quiet and elegant. Only when they leave the irritability of the city can they truly smell the smell of love.

Of course, this is also a place where many photographers and painters collect folk songs.

As soon as Tangtang arrived here, a girl waved her hand not far away from her behind the boss's drawing board, but she did not come over to disturb the world of the two. It was obvious that she was her classmate.

Guyu started to get busy, took down the tent on the pickup truck, and said to Tangtang:

"You stand up the drawing board and draw, I will do these rough work."

Tangtang shook her head and smiled happily:

"I don't want it. There are people on the other side of the shore at this time, so how can I draw it? I'm going to wait for the evening, when there are only two of us left here, and draw a picture that belongs only to both of us."

As he said that, the little girl took care of the cooking utensils and seemed to be preparing to cook fire and make rice.

Not to mention, Gu Yu was really hungry. The melancholy of this day was always pressing on his chest, making him ignore his physical feelings. When he saw those rich and packed cooked food, he felt a little hot pain in his stomach.

It is true that busyness and going to bed early are good recipes for heart disease. Guyu, who is busy building a tent skeleton, now there is no restlessness that has nowhere to rest.

The tent is too big, with one bedroom and one living room with a bathroom. When Guyu completed the installation of the entire tent, it was already dark.

There were fewer and fewer people on the shore of the lake, and the cars were walking quietly. It seemed that here, their unwilling engines to roar to disturb the peace of Jinghu. This was the beauty in their hearts.

Tangtang's classmate just waved from afar before leaving.

People who are really engaged in art have some slight feelings towards human feelings. This slightness is very elegant, which is just right.

It will neither disturb others' tranquility nor add to your own troubles.

There is no exhaustion with a smile on my face, and no embarrassing noise.

Light, as tea.

Light. But true.

Will there be a moon on a snowy night? Many people will answer with certainty: "No."

But in fact, in addition to the sunshine with bright suns, the world also has the understanding moon and snow.

It rarely snows in the south, especially in Jijiang. It has not been encountered once in many years, but it happened to be caught up by the two of them.

The reason why this Yueliangxue is considerate is that Tangtang wants to draw, and she needs moonlight, not light.

Gu Yu, who was warm in eating, saw Tangtang spread out the easel. He moved his heart and stood up the spare easel of Tangtang, laying the top of the painting paper on it, and standing next to Tangtang's easel. The two of them looked slightly and could see each other's faces.

Tangtang didn't start writing, but stood there watching Guyu play the easel with the rhythm of making tea.

After doing all this, Guyu looked at the faint snow and said softly:

“Should you be a little music?”

Tangtang's eyes lit up, he nodded gently, and smiled gently.

Guyu thought for a while and found a song on his mobile phone, chose to play it loop, and then connected it to the speaker in the car.

Soon, the melodious sound of the gourd silk came softly, the sound was just right, just like nothing.

For some reason, Guyu always feels that those lazy and floating clear snow are like the tune of Hulusi, simple, round and clear.

Just in the distance [Phoenix Tail Bamboo in the Moonlight], the two of them picked up their brushes almost at the same time and sent a little color to the scroll.

Before this, it is the drawing paper, after this, it is the painting scroll.

Tangtang never knew that the sound of Hulusi was so compatible with snow and moonlight.

Gu Yu knew it before, but now he couldn't hear it, but he could feel the vibration of the sound waves, the trembling of the vibration on every snowflake.

He can't draw, but he honestly painted the psychedelic multi-layered world he heard on paper.

I don’t know how long it took, but the snow had already stopped, reflecting the increasingly bright light of the moon that had just passed the sky.

At this time, the deepest part of the world is the colorless but contrasting with the five colors. Further up there are the green leaves below the cold, the white snow on the leaves, and the whiter moonlight on the snow.

In the melody of [Colourful Clouds South], the two completed each other's paintings almost at the same time.

They are extremely satisfied with their picture of today because there are "truth" and "sincerity" in it.

Tangtang learned Chinese painting, so she saw her pick up her handmade purple-haired pen and write it gently on the scroll:

“The fireworks on earth are vast, the mountains and rivers are vast,

Nothing is you, nothing is you."

Guyu can't write in a brush, so he wrote on the scroll with a pointed pen:

"I wish: the three winters are warm and the spring is not cold,

It's dark and there's an umbrella when it's raining.

Three thousand in the world, untainted!"

Seeing the words "Three Thousands of Red Dust, Unstained", Tangtang threw away the pen in her hand and threw herself into Guyu's arms. She cried loudly, and her slender back was shaking. She knew that this painting was given to her by Guyu, and the words "Unstained" were even more filled with Guyu's worries. She was moved and happy.

For so long, Guyu didn't know the dilemma she encountered, and at this moment, she finally cried loudly with meaningless voices, venting her heart, and her heart became brighter and brighter.

Gu Yu looked at Tangtang's scroll and saw the words. He understood that the scroll was painted by Tangtang for him. He was her "everyone is not you", but his "everyone is not you" was almost bidding farewell today.

Silently sighed, Gu Yu finally put his broad palms around Tangtang's waist and back, dragging the crying body that was about to silence and the ground...
Chapter completed!