mousepad-d2 Chapter 167 The only match 1
Chapter 167 The only match 1
Once he devoted himself to his work, Tan Yu forgot about those private matters that were entangled in his heart and could not be answered.After finishing all the work back to the city, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. He took out his mobile phone and didn't see the call from Lan Xing. After thinking about it, he took the initiative to call.
The phone was connected after a few rings, Lan Xing asked cheerfully.
"Brother Tan, are you done?"
"Well, isn't the art exhibition over yet?"
He declined the partner's dinner invitation, got out of the elevator and walked out while making a phone call, and heard Lan Xing's beaming reply.
"The art exhibition is over. I'm in the stadium behind the art exhibition."
Tan Yu was a little surprised that Lan Xing didn't disturb his sensible behavior, but he was also worried about him going to other places by himself, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace, and said in a deep voice.
"I'll go pick you up right now, don't run around."
"I won't run around. I'll wait for you in the stadium behind. The location is very conspicuous. You can see me as soon as you come in."
"it is good."
After hanging up the phone, Tan Yu drove to the place Lan Xing had mentioned, bypassing the art exhibition, and he saw the stadium behind the art exhibition. Through the barbed wire, he could see a group of teenagers playing basketball inside.And Lan Xing was sitting on a bench on one side, holding a sketchbook and concentrating on drawing.
Tan Yu parked the car and walked towards him from the entrance of the stadium.
It wasn't until a shadow fell in front of him that Lan Xing raised his head belatedly, and when he saw him, he showed a smiling face and sighed.
"Brother Tan, you came here so fast, I haven't finished drawing yet."
Tan Yu glanced at his sketchbook and saw that there were teenagers playing basketball on it. Although there were only a few strokes, the form and spirit were complete. It could be seen that Lan Xing's painting skills were very good.
He glanced at the watch on his wrist, and it was only a little past four o'clock, so he sat beside Lan Xing and said casually.
"It's still early, so let's wait until you finish painting, and then go back after finishing painting, just in time for dinner."
Lan Xing nodded, lowered his head and continued to draw, looking up at the teenagers who were playing basketball from time to time.
The basketball court is also a place of special significance to Tan Yu. He quietly looked at the youthful teenagers on the basketball court, and seemed to see his original self from their young bodies, and that unforgettable memory. juvenile.
After a while, Lan Xing next to him closed his hands after finishing the painting, put it on the chair and turned to Tan Yu.
"Brother Tan, I'm going to go to the toilet over there, please wait for me a little longer."
"Well, let's go."
Lan Xing trotted over, and after a while, he came out with a relaxed expression. When passing by a basketball hoop, a basketball that was thrown away by a player accidentally rolled to his feet.
The player shouted loudly.
"Student! Help throw the ball over!"
Lan Xing kicked the basketball curiously, then eagerly picked it up and weighed it, then threw the basketball clumsily with all his strength, his jerky posture looked like he had never played basketball before.
Tan Yu, who was accidentally seen not far away, suddenly stood up and looked at him in shock.
He clearly remembered that the boy at that time played basketball very well, and even defeated him. Even if he hadn't played basketball for a long time, he would not be so jerky.
Following his sudden movement, the sketchbook that was originally placed on the bench was also swung to the ground, and the pages were flipped by the wind, revealing the paintings on the first few pages of the sketch.
Tan Ming bent down to pick it up in a daze, but his absent-minded eyes suddenly froze when he saw the sketch on the painting clearly.
A few seconds later, he suddenly picked up the sketchbook and clenched it tightly in his palm, his astringent eyes seemed to be nailed to it, his knuckles turned a frightening blue-white color due to excessive force, and his veins were exposed.
Lan Xing who came over saw his strange expression and asked strangely
"Brother Tang, what's the matter?"
Tan Yu didn't speak, his whole body was as motionless as a frozen statue, his expression blank.
Lan Xing looked over suspiciously, and when he saw the sketch he was looking at, he introduced it triumphantly.
"Brother Tan, do you recognize him? This is my brother! When we used to live here, he used to sneak out to play basketball, but I couldn't play, so I could only sit on the side and draw him. This sketchbook of mine is him It was given to me, and the first few pages are all about him. Brother Tan, isn't my brother super powerful!"
The boy in the painting sometimes sits cross-legged on the ground, obediently holding a basketball in his arms, as if he is holding his beloved treasure, and cooperates with Lan Xing to smile shyly, with a cute expression, but there seems to be light in his eyes.
Some of them jumped and threw the basketball into the hoop not far away, with a light and skillful posture, like a happy bird.
Although Lan Xing's painting skills were still a little immature at that time, he could still find that long-lost, familiar feeling from the boy's habitual movements.
It was clearly the person he had been thinking about day and night, and worried about.
Lan Xing's words hit his mind soundlessly like a heavy hammer, buzzing, his heart cracked with shock, his whole heart seemed to be ruthlessly squeezed by a big hand, and there was a suffocating blunt feeling. pain.
As if he was blind and his ears were ringing, he couldn't believe what he heard just now, as if the cognition of the whole world had been subverted.
how is this possible?How is this possible?
He clearly remembered that the first time he went to Lansi's house to meet Lan Xing, he saw that woodcut sculpture in his studio, and there was a name carved by himself under that unique sculpture, it was absolutely impossible to fake it.
At that time, he asked Lan Xing if that thing belonged to him. Lan Xing took a look at it, and then replied. "Yes, it was given to me by a good friend of mine before."
The words from the past were like a needle pricking him soberly. He grabbed Lan Xing's arm and stared at him with an almost horrified face.
"But when I asked you, you said...you said that woodcut sculpture is yours!"
"Wood Sculpture."
Lan Xing thought for a moment in a daze, trying to find an impression in his mind from the messy studio, and then explained suddenly.
"No, that woodcut sculpture is not mine, it's my brother's. Because I saw that the shape of the sculpture was very strange, I borrowed it from my brother to draw a sketch. Later, my brother had a fever and forgot to ask me to take it back. The things in my studio are also Too many, all piled up together, so I also forgot, Brother Tan, if you don’t ask, I really don’t remember.”
After thinking hard again, he asked confusedly.
"And didn't you ask about the music box when you asked me? That music box was indeed given to me by my good friend."
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