Unconsciously, I set foot on this railway again. Strange to say, I have a deep affection for railways since I was a child. My father took me to play when I was a child. I always touch the clean rails and refuse to leave. When he got home, his father said, "The child can't stay, and he will go away one day." Yes, I watch half the sky turn red, and one day I will go far.
There seems to be someone ahead. Approaching slowly, I saw that it was a girl, who was absorbed in painting. The sunset dyed everything orange, including her. I have always been unsociable, but I don't know what drives me, so I sat down beside her.
"It's very well painted."
"Thank you."
"It's really good."
"Why are you so funny!" She smiled. She is not beautiful and her voice is not good, but I think she is so harmonious with the railway and the sunset, as beautiful as a dream.
"High school students?
"Well, I majored in decoration and design in the Academy of Fine Arts. What about you? "
"High school students just jumped out of that pile of questions." I am surprised that I have such a sense of humor when I talk to a stranger. "How many years will it take to draw so well?"
"In fact, this has little to do with how many years you have studied. The key is that painting can't have fame and fortune. Only by diluting all the irrelevant things around can we really enter the art space. What color do you think that tree is? "
"Brown."
"You didn't look carefully. If you look carefully, you will see red, yellow and blue. "
I stared at it for a long time, as if I really saw it, so I nodded gently. "The art major is just different!"
She smiled again: "I can still pretend to be chic now. As soon as I go to work next year, I will never have time again. "
"Why don't you study art?"
"Learning art can't fill your stomach. How many existing artists are not from good families? You can't do whatever you want ... people are crowded into that space, even if you break it, you still have to go in. Someone goes in, naturally someone is kicked out. I will go in next year. "
I feel a little bad in my heart. I think I am studying hard every day, trying to satisfy my parents and make my teachers happy. Isn't it a reserved space? My head hurts again, so I have to stare at the disappearing sunset.
She finally collected pens. In that painting, the railway, trees and sunset are mixed together, but it is shrouded in a mist, which is not quite the same as reality, but much more beautiful than reality.
"Can I have it?" I'm a little timid.
"yes." I didn't expect her to promise so happily. She quickly rolled up the photo and handed it to me. "If you like it, look at it often. If you don't like it, throw it away." My face is a little red: "No."
We broke up.
Walking home in a daze, it was all dark. Look at the watch, my God! I played for more than three hours! I quickly threw the painting on the top of the cupboard. How much can you do in three hours? You have to go out and play. Others must have learned a lot! I haven't read physics, math, or composition ... Senior two students still have time to think about other things? I made a cup of espresso, turned on the light and continued to struggle. I don't know why. ...