Chapter 2 I want to take you back to the past 02
It is November in a blink of an eye, and everywhere I look is the desolation of late autumn.
The hazy fog in the early morning, the dull sky in the evening, the branches without flowers, the asphalt road stained with yellow leaves, time seems to be stretched and the world seems to be frozen.
Even my mood became inexplicably melancholy.
The bleak autumn wind blowing in from the window is chilly, but it can't blow away the turbidity in my mind.
Especially, He Qingkong, who was extremely clear in the turbidity.
Thinking of this, Lin Mobai sighed softly. Ever since the dinner with He Qingkong a week ago, He Qingkong began to appear in front of her from time to time as before, pushing her into those burning gazes. She was disgusted and helpless, but she also felt the little joy in her heart every time she met him.
Such contradictory feelings, even though he knew where they came from, Lin Mobai still felt vaguely uneasy about He Qingkong's insistence on "going back to the past".
"Lin Mobai!"
While he was daydreaming, a slightly angry call suddenly came into Lin Mobai's ears.
Although Lin Mobai woke up immediately, she didn't have time to distinguish the voice and thought she was still in the classroom. She mistook the voice for the teacher's call and immediately shouted "Here" and stood up in a panic.
So, the next moment, all the students in the class laughed at the same time.
Lin Mobai was stunned for a moment and looked towards the source of the sound. The pretended anger on Zhou Shiqing's face had long disappeared, leaving only a refreshing smile on her face.
She then sat down awkwardly.
"Mo Bai, what are you daydreaming about?" Zhou Shiqing asked her after she finished laughing, but before she could answer, she continued eagerly, "Forget it, forget it. We were just talking about the sketching competition. I suggested that He Qingkong be our nude model. This way, our class will definitely win. What do you think? Everyone thinks it's great. After all, He Qingkong is so handsome that he can confuse the judges to some extent, haha!"
After listening to Zhou Shiqing's long speech, Lin Mobai finally reacted.
This sketching competition was spontaneously organized by the Art Department Student Union. Zhou Shiqing had mentioned it two days ago, and this class meeting was also for that competition.
She thought about it and nodded habitually.
However, knowing that her thoughts had not yet fully returned to the meeting, Zhou Shiqing seized the opportunity and deliberately asked: "So, you have no problem with it?"
Hearing this, Lin Mobai raised his head in confusion and met her eyes: "Hmm?"
"OK!" Zhou Shiqing couldn't wait to make the final decision, "Then it's decided! We must win this competition! As for the important task of inviting He Qingkong to be a nude model, I think it's best to give it to Mo Bai. After all, everyone knows that they have a special relationship!"
"Agree!" Following Zhou Shiqing's voice, the whole class answered in unison.
"What? Wait!" At this time, Lin Mobai finally realized what was going on, but he still unconsciously held on to the hope that it would be okay, and asked uncertainly, "You mean, you want me to... invite... He Qingkong?"
"This is the unanimous decision of our entire class!" Zhou Shiqing smiled slyly.
"No, no!" After being stunned, Lin Mobai waved his hand without hesitation and refused, "I, I don't know him well."
However, Lin Mobai's refusal was not accepted by his classmates, but instead led to repeated pleas and coercion.
"Stop lying, Lin Mobai. Everyone in F University knows about your relationship with He Qingkong!"
"That's right! Lin Mobai, just go ahead. He Qingkong won't pay any attention to us passers-by. This is the time for you to sacrifice yourself...ah, no, contribute...to the class!"
"Lin Mobai, we really want to invite He Qingkong to be a model!"
"Besides, He Qingkong is the only suitable candidate!"
"Come on, Lin Mobai, you don't want our class to lose the competition, do you?"
"If you don't invite He Qingkong, none of us will participate in the competition."
"That's right, we won't participate anymore!"
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Looking around and seeing the pleading or threatening looks from everyone around him, Lin Mobai swallowed carefully and finally accepted this important task helplessly.
As if they were afraid that Lin Mobai would run away, after the class meeting, the whole class pushed Lin Mobai out of the school gate and watched her go to Z University.
Although Lin Mobai was extremely reluctant, she still came to Z University as requested by her classmates. However, she wanted to keep a distance from He Qingkong and couldn't think of any invitation dialogue, not to mention that she didn't have any contact information for the other party, so she could only wander around the Z University campus aimlessly with a nervous mood.
As if fate was pulling them together, half an hour later, Lin Mobai finally met He Qingkong.
At that time, He Qingkong was painting in the classroom with a focused and serious expression. His eyes moved between the podium and the drawing board, and the oil painting brush in his hand danced gently on the drawing board from time to time.
The moment his eyes fixed, Lin Mobai lost his mind.
Time seemed to flow back to the past, and Lin Mobai felt that He Qingkong's body in his eyes seemed to be shrinking little by little.
In a flash, she saw He Qingkong when he was seven or eight years old.
At that time, Lin Mobai's family had just moved into the courtyard. One night, when his mother was cooking, she found that the vinegar had run out and there was no time to go to the nearby supermarket to buy more, so she asked Lin Mobai to borrow some vinegar from the neighbor.
When Lin Mobai knocked on the He family's door and explained his purpose, He's mother immediately went to the kitchen to get vinegar.
While waiting, Lin Mobai saw He Qingkong.
He sat by the window, in front of him was a large drawing board, on which colorful colors could be vaguely seen. Lin Mobai tilted her head and tried to look, but she could not see the content on the drawing board clearly. However, she felt the warmth of midsummer in the colorful scene, so she could not help but step forward and walked to his side. However, He Qingkong, who was concentrating, did not seem to notice Lin Mobai's approach at all, until she started to praise him, and he was startled, but his hand shook, and the yellow that was supposed to fall on the tree was smeared on the lawn.
So, the next second Lin Mobai apologized with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you !"
"It's okay." He Qingkong smiled shyly, and then turned the incompatible yellow color into fallen flowers on the lawn.
"Amazing!" Lin Mobai couldn't help but exclaimed as if she had witnessed a miracle. Her sincere praise made He Qingkong blush with embarrassment. He scratched the back of his head and replied awkwardly: "Nothing..."
"Little sister, the vinegar you asked for."
When Lin Mobai wanted to say something, Mother He came out of the kitchen with vinegar in her hand, smiling. So Lin Mobai had to give up, thanked Mother He politely and left.
However, when she was leaving, she suddenly turned around and looked at him again, but he had already continued to immerse himself in painting.
After returning home, Lin Mobai felt a little regretful that she had forgotten to ask his name. She thought again and again that she had moved to the courtyard for a week, but she could not remember that face. However, even though she had never met him before and forgot to exchange names when they met, He Qingkong's good looks when painting oil paintings were deeply imprinted in her memory, so much so that when her father asked her what interest class she wanted to sign up for later, she resolutely said the word "painting".
The reason why I fell in love with painting was because of that first encounter.
After sorting out the memories, Lin Mobai looked at He Qingkong not far away and smiled. It was later that she learned that because of congenital heart disease, He Qingkong rarely went out to play with his friends at that time. Drawing was his only pleasure, but he was most looking forward to running in the sun with everyone.
However, Lin Mobai never told anyone that what she envied most at that time was his magical painting ability.
