The painter in the subway | have you ever experienced the feeling of taking the last subway alone?

By the time you walk out of the office building, the city is already bleak and oblivious, dotted with neon lights.

Look at the wandering singer singing on the side of the road put away his beloved guitar; the coffee shop downstairs also closed its doors; the cleaning workers on the road snuggled up to each other under the street lamp and enjoyed their own delicacies, even if they were simple meals.

They're all saying goodnight to the city in their own way.

The city is like this, no matter how it treats you during the day, or even abuses you a thousand times to make you scratch your body, at night you always choose to say goodnight to it in the softest way.

Is it a compromise?

No, no, there is still a movement in this city that they want to pursue, they want to protect, this is hope.

There are always a few tears, and every time you sob, you are willing to take the promise of a hand instead.

He was the same, although he was so busy every day, but to this day he still did not forget why he stayed in this city, for that memory, but also for his own ideals, which was what he was looking for and pursuing.

He used to be a quiet man, and he especially liked to read books, write poems, and draw pictures in his cabin, and when he came to the big city, he always felt uneasy.

But time was a strange thing, and after coming here for a long time, he gradually found that he also liked the city, and the city brought him far more than he saw. On the other hand, it is also possible that she likes the city so he learned to accept it, and her story inspires him.

He thinks that although the city is noisy, it at least proves that it is still alive, and it will have the opportunity to wait for him when it is alive, and slowly it will get used to overtime, get used to riding the last subway of the city, and get used to painting everyone who has a story.

It's a change, and the reason for choosing to change may be to wait.

Uh-huh

The subway whistle sounded, and the last subway of the city came to the station.

"The train terminal station Fujin Road, the next stop Huangpi South Road, open the left door, the train running please stand steady, do not look at the mobile phone to pay attention to the safety of feet, next station sauce home he Road towards Wilbert on the left ..." 」

The world is very big, I believe that there are always people like him, often overtime, often take the last subway, not so many ideas, often on the subway wearing earplugs a song did not listen to fall asleep, and dare not sleep too deeply, afraid to sit at the station, sometimes no position can only stand, listen to the song, the head is empty.

Navigating through a long tunnel, sleeping was the most relaxing way for him to enjoy his journey.

He can't sleep much because he has his own things to do.

After a short nap, he took out his drawing board and prepared to listen to the story.

Although the sound insulation in the carriage was very good, if you listened carefully, you could still hear the rumbling sound of the faint tracks coming into contact with the train, and with this sound, he was brought back to that memory.

It's been two years.

That memory is like a magic poison that always strikes on the last subway in the city.

The encounter began when he first came to the city.

Art comes from life, and in order to find creative inspiration, he decided to stagger the crowded and hurried subway stations during the day and choose the nights when there is relatively little crowd. I don't know why I chose to sketch on the subway, probably this is the fate of the underworld.

On this day, he carried his own drawing board on his back, with hope, with enthusiasm for painting, and embarked on the road of sketching, recording laughter, hard work and emotion. At that time, he was still a beginner, not a painter nor a student of painting, but liked to look at unfamiliar faces, simple painting enthusiasts, like to use their own pen to record their busy or leisurely faces.

The carriage was not crowded, a few people were napping, some were chatting with each other, and more people were looking at their phones. He found a corner with a good view of the faces of most of the people in the carriage.

With a paintbrush in hand, he was looking for the face that made him want to paint the most.

At this moment, a young girl who looked to be the same age as him sitting across from him attracted his attention. She was beautiful, but now she was full of pity, which was very inconsistent with her appearance.

He guessed she must be someone with a story.

Is it the unsatisfactory life, or the ups and downs of love, which makes such a pure girl so sad.

"Are you painting me?"

The girl saw that his eyes were looking at herself, and her hands were still writing in a hurry, and she asked curiously.

"Can I?"

"Sure, but it's better to draw."

"I'm new to it, but I try."

"All right."

"I see that your face is full of sorrow, is there something on your mind?"

"Sort of."

Then the girl lowered her head and was silent for a moment, then put her hand in her pocket and decided to confide in him, the stranger.

She said that she came to the city two years ago, when she was still very naïve, believing in romance, believing in love, and running to the city to pursue love despite her family's opposition.

But when she came to this city, she realized that everything was too naïve for her to think.

She went on to say that she was a serious roadworm.

The first time I came to the city, I went out to buy supplies, not far from the residence, as long as I forgot to bring my mobile phone, I would definitely forget the way back.

"Why not take a taxi?"

"Whoever just arrived in the city doesn't want to save a little."

The short distance can also be navigated, the distance is long, such as on the way to work, navigation can not save her, but fortunately every time she gets lost, there is a boyfriend to escort her.

I remember one time she got lost, and she explained that it was the last time she got lost. That time the lost mobile phone was not yet charged, and I had to borrow the passerby's mobile phone to call my boyfriend. After the boyfriend found her, he didn't lose his temper like before, but he just said to her very seriously: "Let's break up." ”

She asked, "Why?" ”

"I don't want the whole world to go to you every day, I also have my job, every day when I get a call from you, you can't find the way again, you are afraid, I... I'm also afraid, afraid that I can't find you one day, I can't imagine, so I'm tired, you don't belong here, go back. ”

So the big city's pursuit of love is shattered.

After a period of sadness, she seriously considered it, and sadness could not solve any problem. She plans to pursue her ideals and be her true self, believing that such a large city always has her place to live, and she belongs here.

She wanted to be a writer.

Since she was a child, she has been particularly good at Chinese, and has won the first prize in the national composition competition in junior high school, high school, and college. Because she loves literature, she dreams of becoming like Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa... That kind of big writer.

So with a dream, she began to write articles desperately every day, constantly submitting, constantly being rejected, constantly submitting, constantly rejecting, and constantly circulating, like a dead cycle that can never go out.

On this day, she was rejected again, saying that sometimes she was so humble that when she played small games, she wanted to use the chat box to share her own articles with players and want to get their approval.

Despite the praise, it was more of a scolding, saying that she was sick, saying that her brain was in the water, and there were many ugly words.

I thought about giving up, and finally I comforted myself and insisted on persevering.

She began to get discouraged, unable to sleep many nights, thinking day and night, wondering if she had no material to write, wondering if she should not come to this place.

Whenever she couldn't sleep, she always fantasized about having a radio station like "Passing Through Your World", a phone call, a comfort.

……

Listening to her story, he was full of words but did not know what to say.

She said: "Anyway, I still like this city, its existence can prove my choice, despair of the world is easy, love for the world is also difficult." 」 ”

Him: "Yes. ”

Her: "Can you send me when you're done?" ”

Him: "Absolutely. ”

Before the painting was finished, she arrived at the station and hurried away.

Finally finished painting was already the terminus, listening to her story, so he chose to stay in the city.

One is to give this painting to her, and the other is to realize her ideals.

Since then he has taken the last subway every day, but he has never seen her, the train is long, but he has sat on every car.

While waiting, he is also growing, opening his own studio, and every day is very busy.

He also painted many people on the last subway, listened to the stories of many people, and gave them the paintings, and many people who knew him affectionately called him a painter in the subway.

Painting in his place doesn't need to give money, just share a story.

Unfortunately, his first painting in this subway was not sent out, and it was because of her story that he chose to stay.

He would keep drawing, always waiting, waiting for her to come and get it.

Sit from the beginning to the end, one picture to draw a person's story.