Secret Love Is a Cobalt Blue Pigment

Secret love is a cobalt blue pigment --- In the summer of 2007, in the Wuri studio, Wang Jiafang paused with the brush in his hand. A drop of cobalt blue paint fell on the drawing paper and turned into a dot the size of a fingernail. It could not be erased or covered, like an irreversible mistake. He looked up and saw a girl in a blue and white school uniform standing at the door. Qiu Yingying is a freshman at Fengli Middle School. She was carrying a drawing board, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her eyes were timid, like a deer that accidentally entered a strange territory. At that moment Wang Jiafang knew that this drop of cobalt blue pigment would follow him for a long, long time. But sitting next to him was Shi Yaya. Shi Yaya is his classmate and his legitimate girlfriend in everyone's eyes. She was beautiful and smart, with two shallow dimples when she smiled. She helped him sharpen pencils for three years and accompanied him from Shishi No. 8 Middle School to Wuri Studio. She knows everything. I know when Wang Jiafang is carefully adjusting colors, when he is distracted, and where his eyes fall when he is distracted. The moment the drop of cobalt blue paint fell, she could see it clearly. But she said nothing. She just held the rubber in her hand, squeezing it tighter and tighter. Qiu Yingying was completely unaware of this. She only thinks that the seniors in this studio are nice people, but sometimes they are weird. For example, when she lowered her head to sharpen a pencil, she always felt like someone was looking at her. When she raised her head, Wang Jiafang was always drawing with her head down, and Shi Yaya was always smiling at her. The smile made her feel a little guilty. The drop of cobalt blue pigment was later covered up by a new layer of color and is no longer visible in the painting. But Wang Jiafang knows that it is always there, buried under every stroke of color, never drying out. Some heartbeats are like this. It happens silently, like paint dripping, and before you have time to remedy it, it has already seeped into the paper. --- Concept: studio