Just for fun [entertainment circle]

Summer 2013, London, UK

Summer rains are always sudden and fast.

Song was wearing a pure white dress again, holding a painting that was a bit big for her figure, and hurriedly walked and hid under the nearby eaves.

Song gently put the painting down again, and then stood a little further away. The wet clothes began to drip. She carefully squeezed out the excess water from the hem of the skirt, and the words the tutor said to her kept echoing in her mind.

"Please don't engage in so many bells and whistles, use whatever color you want to express your feelings!"

"You can't make it, who do you think will appreciate your paintings? I feel like I'm looking at a piece of shit."

"It's not terrible to draw badly. How many times have I told you? Have you changed it? Can you think about it for me every time you are forced to look at a pile of garbage?"

"You are not suitable for this line of work. I advise you to find another way out for yourself as soon as possible."

Song didn't understand whether this was the so-called tempering. Listening to her demeaning the paintings that she carefully conceived and wanted to express was worthless, and letting her step on the paintings she called "garbage", then this tempering Practice is really enough to make people suffocate.

"oshi, oshi." A figure shouted and ran into the small space, and Song subconsciously stood aside to make room.

"Ah, the rain really falls as soon as you say it, and it's still so heavy." The man patted his body lightly, muttering in a language that Song You couldn't understand.

Seemingly aware of her moving aside, he turned his head and smiled at her: "Thank you!"

Seeing the appearance of the girl in front of him, Quan Zhilong was also shocked. He was soaked all over and was wearing a white dress. This appearance on a rainy night can easily surprise people, like Sadako, but Seeing the girl's face, he was slightly taken aback, but he had a good look. Those slightly teary eyes made people think that she was a princess who fled in embarrassment and got lost.

"It's so beautiful." Quan Zhilong sighed slightly in his heart, and wanted to find some beauties he had seen for comparison, but suddenly his mind went blank, and he went back and forth to see the face of the person in front of him.

Song frowned slightly, disgusted with the sight of this white-haired man, who looked like a bad guy, turned his body slightly away from him, as if on guard.

It was only then that Quan Zhilong realized that his gaze was a little too far away, and he had been staring at them for too long, so he was a little embarrassed to look away for a moment, and even coughed twice pretendingly.

The rain was pouring down, as if it was not about to stop, and there was no sound under the small eaves.

Song flicked on his unresponsive cell phone again, feeling extremely agitated. Just now, he was only concerned with protecting the painting, but the cell phone didn't care at all. Now it looks like it's flooded and can't even turn on the phone.

The painting that was criticized as shit, the damn weather, the broken phone doesn’t live up to it, the backlog of emotions after coming to London for so long seems to be so unstoppable, no matter how you press it, the phone with a black screen is like the last one that crushes Song You Straw, she bit her lip and pressed the switch in vain, rationally telling her that there are strangers crying so suddenly like crazy, but the tears falling on the phone drop after drop.

"Do you want to use mine?" Song You handed a mobile phone in front of her, knowing without thinking that it was a stranger who was hiding from the rain with her.

Song lowered his head again, as if he was competing with himself: "Thank you, no need."

A tear just fell on Quan Zhilong's thumb, which made him tremble, and what couldn't be ignored was the girl's uncontrollable crying.Quan Zhilong withdrew his hand, facing such a scene, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while, he only hated why it was summer now, if in other seasons he had an extra piece of clothing that could be draped over her thin shoulders, the scene wouldn't be so embarrassing .

Somewhat at a loss, Quan Zhilong turned back and saw the painting leaning against the corner. The middle of the painting was intact, but the traces on both sides were obviously wetted by the rain. Looking at the girl's figure, Quan Zhilong can almost be sure that it is the girl's painting, because the part that is not wet in the middle is probably covered by her whole body.

"Did you draw this painting? It's really good." Quan Zhilong sincerely admired it. He has just sprouted in art recently, and he doesn't really understand or be able to judge it, but he just feels good based on his feeling.

Song heard him asking about the painting again, and immediately looked up at himself leaning in the corner to draw, and saw the man squatting beside him as if he was seriously looking at the painting.

"This kind of rubbish painting doesn't deserve the evaluation that it's really good." Song You still stood there like a wooden figure, mocking her actions.

Quan Zhilong turned his head to look at Song You at once. He frowned slightly, and Song You could even see the strong disapproval in his eyes.

"Every painting has its soul. If you can't appreciate it, it doesn't mean that other people's souls can't match it. Just as you believe in fairy tales, you should also let others have the right to choose to believe in darkness."

The rain was loud, but Song You could still hear every word he said clearly. She stood there blankly, only to see his white teeth showing: "Besides, you protect it so well, even if you get wet yourself It's safe and sound, how can it be rubbish."

When he smiled like this, the villainous look just now was completely gone, like a teenager about her age.

Song looked at the painting again, and the teacher's humiliation seemed to be in his ears again, and the words came out very sharply: "Don't lie, there is no future in painting like this, even a three-year-old child knows that the sky is blue, grass It’s green, you need to use whatever color you want to express your emotions, what’s the point of painting like this?!”

After speaking loudly and unfriendlyly, Song You and Quan Zhilong were taken aback.Somewhat embarrassed, Song covered his face and knelt down slowly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Before, it was just bad drawing, but now even the people have become bad, why do you want to vent your emotions to a stranger, like a lunatic.

Quan Zhilong looked at the girl's trembling shoulders. To be honest, he didn't think there was anything wrong with her words. Not to mention that her voice was a little louder, even such a quick apology couldn't make people feel uncomfortable. She was the one who was hurt by those words.

With some hesitation, Quan Zhilong patted her on the head lightly: "No, the sky is very, very colorful, and the grass can also be black. Who said that gloomy emotions can't be expressed with warm colors? I I think your painting is pretty good, although I don't know much about it, but I just think it's good."

"As for the future, um... I don't know what you are like." He thought about the exact words: "I am doing music-related things, and I have been doing it since I was a child. What is the future? I think it is my dream that has always supported me. Go down."

"Besides, who said that a maverick can't have a future?"

Listening to the kind persuasion from strangers, Song couldn't help crying for a moment. In fact, this city is not that bad. She has received a lot of kindness from strangers. Time to comfort and encourage her.

"Oh, of course, you must not cry like this when facing people who say your paintings are rubbish." He said with a smile in his voice: "You must put up your middle finger and hit back, fxxkyou! bitch! You It's rubbish!"

With a "poof", Song You couldn't hold back his laughter, it was a relief to say these words.

With her smile, the atmosphere became much more relaxed. Quan Zhilong raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you try it?"

"fu, fu, fxxk...you..." Song raised his face again and stuttered softly, unable to finish.

Quan Zhilong couldn't hold back his laughter.

Song seldom uttered swear words, and felt a little embarrassed at this time, her face flushed slightly, which was much more vivid than her pale face just now.

He smiled like that, as if he had poured all his energy into it, Song You angrily stood up facing the rain curtain, and said softly: "fxxkyou! bitch! You are the trash."

Quan Zhilong noticed the little girl's little hand clenched into a fist hanging on the side of her skirt, and thought to herself that she looked like she didn't know how to swear, and she still couldn't force others to be difficult.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Song You stomped his feet almost with all his strength: "fxxkyou! bitch! You are the trash!"

The loud Quan Zhilong trembled in fright. Song Youyi shouted out and felt much more relaxed. After realizing that his voice was too loud, he shrank back in embarrassment, but he couldn't hide his bright laughter: "I'm sorry. , I feel like I am going to disturb the people."

"Well done." Quan Zhilong smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

Song You was extremely excited, and in a blink of an eye, a person was holding an umbrella in front of her. She shrank back, couldn't she...wouldn't she shout so that people would think she was being provoked? ...

"Ah, why did you come here? It's raining so hard." The visitor spoke a language that Song You didn't understand.

Quan Zhilong chuckled, and took the coat he was told to bring from Yuan Ren, and then put it on Song You: "My friend, let's go, now I have an umbrella to leave here."

Seeing this, the man started to say again: "Ah, why is this a good luck? What if I get caught in the photo?"

"I don't have so many people paying attention to me here, and none of my relatives know me." Quan Zhilong said and took the painting in the corner, and asked Song You in English: "Is it okay? We will see you off?"

Song looked at his white teeth again, and then looked at the unhappy face of the man who came: "I'll just take a taxi."

Quan Zhilong didn't force it either. Knowing the stranger's relationship to send her off like this, the slightly vigilant girl probably wouldn't agree, so she just called a car for her.

Quan Zhilong held a big black umbrella to protect Song You and her paintings under the umbrella, and Song You put the paintings on the car first.

Quan Zhilong smiled lightly: "Then I'll take you here, take this umbrella."

When he smiled, his white teeth showed that his whole face was very harmless and cute. Song turned around and stood on tiptoe slightly, wrapping his hands around his neck: "Thank you, it was an encounter that I will miss."

Quan Zhilong was a little surprised by her sudden embrace, before she could react, she withdrew and left, got into the car and waved to him with a smile.

And Quan Zhilong was so startled, he stood there dumbfounded and waved his hand, and didn't realize it until the car was far away, without asking his name!No contact information was asked!Does that count as an encounter?Is this a miss? !

In the following days in London, he always paid attention to the people passing by, afraid of missing that figure, but it was no fate that he did not hide from the rain with the girl who was with him until he left London.

Not asking the girl's name was something that annoyed him when he remembered that time.

And Song only realized it after the fact, but she was much better because she happened to see a familiar smiling face in Zazhishang, and unilaterally learned his name, kownjiyong.