When traveling alone, the lingering thing is loneliness, and loneliness is the hotbed of missing. In the situation at this time, loneliness grew boundless thoughts for Chen Feng and became his best appetizer.
Chen Feng lived in that seaside town for two weeks, then went to two places, and stayed for two weeks each, and then he came to the bank of the Yangtze River.
Here is the middle section of the Yangtze River, with turbulent water and majestic momentum. But Dajiang's demeanor can only shock Chen Feng for a while, and after the soul-stirring, his heart is still filled with boundless loneliness and melancholy. Although he often thought of the words of the old man by the sea, it was hard to miss him, especially at night, when he saw the lights of thousands of houses lit up, he felt endless yearning, and wandering on the road in a foreign land at night felt like a lonely ghost generally.
This is a small hotel near the river. Chen Feng was sitting by the window near the river drinking alone, a bottle of white wine had run out. During this period of time, he would visit this small restaurant every night, but he only drank some beer before, but tonight, he ordered a bottle of white wine, because tonight his mood was extremely bad.
In fact, since he came out, Chen Feng's mood has never been better, like a piece of expired moon cake, he can make do with it at first, but it gets worse as time goes by. Just now on the riverside, Chen Feng was very sad when he saw many couples or lovers in pairs.
Du Fu said, "When I feel the time, the flowers splash tears, and the birds are frightened by the hate", which is true. When Chen Feng saw other people in pairs, he couldn't help feeling sour. Sometimes seeing birds flying together, or seeing two puppies together, he also felt envious. Even once, when he saw two trees growing next to each other, he almost shed tears.
This feeling has never been experienced before. After Yang Xin left, he got used to the one-man show in life, no matter what he saw, it was as if he hadn't seen it, and his heart felt like the Antarctic ice field. But now, at some point, this ice field has melted without a trace, turning into a river of spring water, with waves rising and falling at every turn.
Chen Feng knew that he fell in love with Xinxin deeply, and finally no longer had any relationship with Yang Xin. Although he still couldn't forget Yang Xin deep in his heart, his nostalgia for Yang Xin could no longer affect his deep love for Xinxin. in love.
?Deeply lonely, with painful thoughts. Xinxin, from a name at the beginning, slowly turned into an image, and from an image to a movie. And Chen Feng is so eager to walk into this movie again. He called Xinxin several times, but Xinxin's cell phone stopped. He knew that Xinxin must have changed her number. He also thought about going home, but there was another thought in his mind, which was to see how long he could bear it. He wanted to let the pain of longing torture him severely, and he thought that after doing this, he would cherish Xinxin even more.
Just like that, Chen Feng put himself in pain. But at this moment, his longing and pain reached the extreme. Missing gives birth to melancholy, and melancholy gives birth to sadness. Chen Feng took one cup after another, until the bottle was completely empty. The wine was filled with sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness, sliding down from the corner of his eyes soundlessly. He was a little drunk and lay on the table.
Still a little awake in his brain, Chen Feng got up to pay the bill after lying down for a while, then staggered towards the small hotel he was renting with his drawing board in hand.
The money Chen Feng brought was spent in the seaside town. The drawing board, paper and pen were the last things he bought. He thought he had to save some money to buy something to eat, and two hands alone were not enough. He believes that he can spend this holiday by selling paintings. He advertised on the drawing board: "Three minutes of 'sketching', 20 yuan a piece". He deliberately wrote the "su" of "sketch" as "speed" to emphasize speed. He knew that as long as he could draw satisfactorily, someone would be willing to spend the 20 yuan, which was neither too much nor too little.
Sure enough, when he was walking on the street or in the square with his drawing board on his back, many people were very interested, and every time someone tried it, they would often follow him. But Chen Feng stopped painting after ten paintings a day. Ten is 200 yuan, and the food and accommodation are not clear. For the rest of the time, I wandered here and there, aimlessly, walking.
Chen Feng's painting skills are amazing. Some people look at the time, and it does not take more than three minutes, and a realistic portrait can be painted. But people were surprised that he only painted ten paintings. When Chen Feng said that ten paintings were enough for a day's life, some people asked what to do if no one painted the next day, but he said that he only lived today and ignored tomorrow. His answer made people even more incomprehensible, thinking that Chen Feng was either a weird person or a frustrated person.
But in fact, Chen Feng was able to finish ten paintings quickly every day, which did not appear as people worried.
It was late at night, Chen Feng, who was half sober and half drunk, staggered to the door of the hotel. Seeing that it was Chen Feng, the lady proprietress of the inn saw that his face smelled of alcohol and his legs were not in a good position when walking, so she knew that he had drunk too much, so she said, "Hey, how did the painter drink tonight?""Painter, what's the matter with you?"
Chen Feng didn't answer, but turned to look at Xiao Wei, stood up and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, I, I suddenly want to play the piano, so, so"
Seeing that Chen Feng's face was covered with tears, Xiaowei couldn't help but move.
"Oh, what kind of piano are you playing? It's already ten o'clock. Go back to bed quickly. I'm going to rest too," said the proprietress.
But unexpectedly Xiaowei said: "Okay, please come in."
"Hey, Xiaowei, you¡ª" the proprietress looked at Xiaowei in surprise and said, "Is your father at home?" She knew that Xiaowei and her father depended on each other for life, and Xiaowei's father worked night shift.
Xiaowei understood what the proprietress meant, she was worried about her safety, so she smiled lightly and said, "No worries, auntie, you can come in too."
But at this moment, Chen Feng said: "Oh, forget it, no, I won't bother you, thank you, for your trust."
Chen Feng was impulsive under the influence of alcohol just now, but now he was knocked and fell just now, and he heard that he was going to call the police. It was inconvenient, so I turned around and had to go back.
However, before Chen Feng raised his foot, he heard Xiaowei say behind him: "Why, I am not afraid of a girl, but you are still afraid that I will not succeed? I know why you suddenly want to play the piano, and I also know why you cry when you hear the sound of the piano. gone."
Chen Feng stopped, turned around, looked at the girl named Xiaowei in front of him, and saw that she was staring at him sincerely, her eyes seemed to really penetrate his heart.
"You, but I" Chen Feng hesitated and didn't know what to say.
The proprietress looked at Xiaowei in confusion, thinking that this is really strange meeting strange people, which is really strange.
"Come on, you need to vent!" Xiaowei said quietly.
Chen Feng saw that there seemed to be a slight sadness between her brows, and he thought that she might also have something on her mind. So Chen Feng hesitated for a moment and raised his foot. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com