in the name of painting

Railings stand on the second floor.When Si Huanian saw that painting, he was already in despair.

For a while, no one spoke in the empty living room.

Si Huanian covered his eyes and silently waited for the judgment to come. Every second was a heart-rending torment.

The bell of fate rang again: "tick, tick, tick, beep---."

The pointer finally took the last few steps, everything was still, and a deep voice slowly fell.

"You..." Wu she raised her head slowly, looking straight into Ling Luo's eyes, as if she wanted to see through her whole body, "How did you have this painting?"

The author has something to say: On my birthday tomorrow, my wish is to be lucky enough to be ranked by my editor’s sister. I also hope that on my birthday next year, I can just write such a sad chapter, and I didn’t write a chapter. On my birthday, I will still be sad, alas...

☆, detonate

"Haha, hahahaha..."

Ling Luo laughed, and she shed tears, moistening the dry bloodstains on her cheeks, and crying with makeup.

"What are you asking? I did it all!"

···

When the lake is drained, you can see bluestones at the bottom of the lake, as well as endless silt.

In the darkness of the past few years, Ling Luo kept it in front of several parties at once, without concealing it, telling the whole story, one by one, as if counting the awards he had won.

Those things are obviously so difficult to do, but they are so easy to say.

She listened little by little, letting the invisible muddy water in the space sweep and wreak havoc, washing the soul more and more dirty, getting colder and colder, and finally rushed out of the body.

Finally at a certain moment, Ling Luo finished speaking.

The living room became quiet again. That innocent and poor person was still kneeling in front of her mother's painting, silent.

She is warm and pure. She had a cheerful and optimistic father, a gentle and considerate mother, and enjoyed the ordinary and simple happiness of a small family of three.

What did she do wrong?

Why, did she have to go through this?

···

"Then my mother, where is it now?" Wu said softly.

Her eyes were slackened, and the whole body of the portrait was taken out of her soul.

Si Huanian covered his mouth, not daring to cry out.

Ling Luosui looked down from the second floor, pointing, "What? Didn't my daughter tell you?"

In the end, it's up to her to make a break between Wu She and Si Huanian.

As soon as the words came out, Han saw the blood seal his throat.

It turns out that every year already knew?

Wu's body trembled, and then again.

A needle was inserted into the neck, and every time Xiang Si Huanian turned a little, it penetrated deeper into the flesh.

The turbulent sadness, puzzlement, doubt, questioning, and disappointment... in the end it only turned into a soft call:

"Every year?"

The most familiar title, at this moment, brings the most extreme bitterness to Si Huanian.

"At the Central Hospital! At Sioux City Central Hospital!" Si Huanian shouted covering his face, not daring to meet Wu's eyes for a second.

Come to an end, please God, let this end soon...

"Sucheng, Central Hospital?"

Wu's heart trembled violently, her body fluttered.

Si Huanian didn't know, this answer broke Wu's heart once again, reminding her that she could feel a little more pain.

Sioux City Central Hospital.

Isn't that the hospital where my father was when he died...

Isn’t it the hospital… just two bus stops away from home…

Dad has been looking for my mother for so many years, so she is so close to us...

When the pain exceeds a certain limit, it can no longer be felt.She slumped on the ground, her whole body was full of exhaustion.

th.

She didn't remember how she left the Si family in the end, nor did she remember what happened to the three people in the room. There was only one obsession left in her heart, which supported her all the way without falling down.

Mom was waiting for her in Sioux City.

***

After Wu she left, Si Huanian squatted on the ground and cried. Even though he cried until his tears dried up and retched, the suppressed emotion was still stuck in his chest, reminding her:

Wu she doesn't want her anymore, this time I really don't want her...

···

Si Wangqiu was so shocked that he lost his words when Ling Luo first started talking about these things.

He wanted to scold Ling Luo angrily, but he found out, what qualifications did he have?

This happened, everything, when it comes to the source, isn't it because of oneself?

His self-proclaimed affectionate love for Jin Nian actually indirectly ruined two families and the happiness of two generations in the end.

These costs are too high and no one can afford them.

Si Wangqiu regretted it.

He regretted that he had abandoned his family for many years, and even regretted that he was tempted by Jin Nian back then.

···

"Diwu~diwu~diwu~", the siren sounded outside the door.

Ling Luo smiled, very relaxed.

This day is finally here.

She said what should be said, scolded what should be scolded, and did what she wanted to do. She has no regrets.

Everything should come to an end.

Police officer Wang walked in with handcuffs. Ah Qiang had already been arrested, and he gave a full account of Ling Luo's affairs. He came directly to arrest people this time.

Ling Luo looked calm, and put on the handcuffs very cooperatively.

Before going out, she stopped, turned her head, and looked at her husband again.

The man he had loved for so many years was standing next to the painting of tulip flowers, looking at himself, hesitating to speak.

"Si Wangqiu..." Ling Luo took a panoramic view of the man's eyebrows and eyes, as well as the Tumi flowers in the painting, and said lightly, "If I can do it all over again..."

"I wish I hadn't known you."

The tumi flowers are still blooming vigorously in the painting, but in Ling Luo's heart, all of them are withering.

Si Wangqiu stood there blankly, watching the police take Ling Luo away, and his heart felt a little empty.

He wanted to do something, and he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, and he couldn't do anything.

···

The door closed again.

"Click"

With a crisp crack, the picture hook hanging on the wall broke, and the oil portrait of the family of three fell to the ground.

The picture is turned upside down on the ground, turning all the upturned corners of the mouth into sadness.

This home is gone...

***

Sioux City.

Wu saw her mother again in the 4th floor ward of the Central Hospital, and heard from the nurse that she had lived here for 5 years.

Fate is cruel.

Dad walked on the third floor, and he didn't know until his death that his wife, whom he had been looking for for so many years, was lying silently upstairs at that time.

···

She Wu walked slowly in front of Xia Jinnian, and she exhausted her strength in the last few short steps.

"Finally found you..."

She looked at Xia Jinnian's thin and ugly face, and said in a sobbing voice.

No response, no consciousness, Xia Jinnian closed his eyes, as if immersed in a very deep sleep.

She bent down and held Xia Jinnian's hand.

It was the same hand that would only hold her wrist and teach her how to draw little by little, or the hand that would gently wipe away her tears when she was crying.

But mother's hand feels cold at this moment, and it is also rough due to lack of moisture. The skin is tightly attached to the bone, and it is lifeless.

How much she suffered.

"sorry···"

She put her mother's hand on her cheek and apologized over and over again:

"Sorry, it took me so long to find you..."

"sorry···"

Wu was very sad, she hated herself for being useless, her mother was clearly in Sucheng, but she didn't know anything about it...

If she could have found her mother early in the year, wouldn't her father not be exhausted, and he wouldn't be in the end...

In the ward, there were some suppressed crying at the beginning, which grew louder and louder, and finally turned into howling.

Can't hide, can't stop.

No one noticed that the little finger of the other hand of the vegetative patient who had been sleeping for five years moved very lightly at this moment.

***

the next day.

[Ling Luo, the president of the Ling Group, was taken away by the police for investigation because he was involved in a major wounding incident five years ago] quickly rushed to the social news hotspot in Beijing.

Ling Luo pleaded guilty to all the crimes at the police station, and the case quickly entered the public prosecution procedure.

Si Wangqiu wanted to hire a good lawyer for Ling Luo, but Ling Luo refused.Si Wangqiu wanted to see her again, but Ling Luo also refused.

ended.

When Ling Luo let Si Wangqiu go, he also let himself go.

The next thing she has to face is that she alone deserves what she deserves and has nothing to do with others.

···

As the police disclosed more details, this emotional dispute involving the two famous "Si Xia" art families in Beijing, which spanned nearly 20 years, all came to the surface.

The twists and turns of the case quickly detonated the carnival of public opinion, and those who didn't know were ruthless.

All the sorrows, loves and hates have become a topic of conversation after dinner.

All the unbearable talk has become a competing discussion and unabashed ridicule.

But the popularity only lasted for a few days, and was quickly replaced by new topics.

People will soon turn to be angry because of the star's cheating, and regret and sad because of the breakup of the lover...

Leaving those involved, in the long aftermath, silently licking their wounds and bearing the consequences silently.

After the blood, there is endless paleness.

From then onwards,

The Department of Chinese Painting at the University of the United States lost one person;

The oil painting department also lost one person.

The author has something to say: volume two is over.Thank you for the little cutie who accompanied me all the way here.

Don't worry, she will reconcile at the annual meeting in Volume [-]. The label of my book says "Reunion after Broken Mirror"~

☆、Two years later

Two years later.

Suzhou City, Gaoqiao Ancient Street.

An old bluestone road is laid along the river.

Walk past fragrant restaurants, bustling souvenir shops, and teahouses with ancient songs... At the end of the road is a huge weeping willow.

The branches of the willow are luxuriant, swaying with the wind, and they are both right and left. One side is lightly tapped in the long river from time to time, and the other side has to take care of the shop on the side.

It was a simple two-story shop with black tiles and white walls, hidden in the shadow of mottled trees, low-key and restrained.

The shop seems to have been refurbished, but the door plaque looks very old. On the vicissitudes of the ancient wood, four golden characters are engraved: Wu's Yanfang.

There is a row of bluegrass planted in the open space at the entrance of the shop. The owner obviously loves them very much and specially fences them with small wooden fences to prevent people who pass by from accidentally stepping on them.

It is said that this place was a Western-style pastry shop not long ago, and was later bought by a young man at a high price, and then renovated to look like it is now.

At dusk, a middle-aged man dressed as a merchant walked into the shop.

"Welcome." A clear female voice came.

The storefront on the first floor was very empty, with a few rows of shelves scattered, and there were paint packages in twos and threes. The middle-aged man saw the speaker at a glance.

Behind the wooden counter in the corner stood a girl who looked childish, with an apple face and banana braids, and said with a smile, "Hello, do you want to buy paint? There are not many stocks in the store at present, but we accept orders."

The middle-aged man shook his head first, and then carefully looked at the girl's face. After confirming that she was not the person he was looking for, he said to the girl, "Is her boss Wu here?"

Xiaoju was stunned for a moment, she had just found this part-time job as a shopkeeper recently, and she was not familiar with the boss, she only knew that the other person's surname was Wu, but she wasn't sure if it was Wu her boss that the customer said.

"Wait a minute, I'll call the boss down."

Talking, Xiaoju trotted to the second floor of the store. This is the boss's private space, two thirds are used for living, and one third is a color-making studio.

There was a clanging sound from the color making workshop, the door was open, and there was a girl who looked young but had a quite calm demeanor sitting inside.

Her long dark hair was neatly tied behind her head with a ribbon, revealing a picturesque and delicate face.

At this moment, she was focused on her eyebrows, holding a piece of orpiment ore in one hand, and holding a hammer in the other hand, tapping lightly. With her movements, bright golden powder on the stone rustled down.

"Boss." Xiaoju called out from the door.

The knocking sound stopped, and Wu looked up, even though she had no expression on her face, the unique elegant aura on her body still rushed to her face, with its own magnetic force.

"Is there a problem?"

A blush bloomed on Xiaoju's face, and she scolded herself inwardly, she had already been ashamed during the interview, why would she still feel embarrassed when she saw the boss now, as expected, good-looking girls are taken by both men and women.

"Cough, boss, someone is looking for you downstairs." Xiaoju lowered her head and said.

She put down the things at hand, cleaned up briefly, and walked downstairs with Xiaoju.

The middle-aged man was still standing in front of the counter, seeing her come down, he looked happy, and hurriedly took out a business card from his pocket, "Hello, Boss Wu, my surname is Bi, this time I flew here from Beijing to find you .”

Wu took the business card with both hands.

The business card has an antique design, with a green background, and it reads in small letters: Beijing Qingya Gallery Assistant: Bi Yingfei.

After she saw the business card, she had a clear understanding of the purpose of the visitor.

I don't know how her address in Sioux City was leaked out. People have been coming to her these days to ask for paintings.

Even though she already had the idea of ​​seeing off the guest in her heart, due to etiquette, she still asked the other party to sit down first.

In the corner by the window on the first floor, there is a Western-style booth, which is incompatible with the simple Chinese-style decoration in the store, and it is the only place where you can sit and chat.

She sat down opposite Mr. Bi, and ordered Xiaoju to help prepare tea, and then said apologetically, "Mr. Bi, I have no intention of painting. If you came here for this matter, I'm really sorry. Let you go for nothing."

Since that incident happened, she stopped painting.

She intends to seal up all the memories related to Si Huanian, but her paintings, growing all the way, have too many imprints of Si Huanian, including her pen name - "She Nian."

Bi Yingfei was already mentally prepared, "I know, I came this time mainly to get to know you. When you decide to start painting again in the future, I hope you will give priority to our gallery."

The paintings of "Her Years" are still well-known in the art collection circle, and because of Wu's current sealed pen, it is even more difficult to find a painting, and the price has doubled several times.

Wu is still so young, and she may want to paint again in the future, so it is necessary to establish a good relationship with her in advance.

Thinking of this, Bi Yingfei talked non-stop, introducing to her how generous the conditions offered by her gallery were, without paying any attention to the alienation and restraint on Wu's face.

Xiaoju brought two cups of tea and placed them in front of the two of them, and her affection for Wu increased in her heart. It turned out that the boss is still a painter who needs people to come all the way to ask for paintings. He is really beautiful and talented.

As time went by, Bi Yingfei was very eloquent. He said a meaningless sentence in different ways...

"jingle···"

Just listen to the sound of the timer chiming from the upstairs room.

After hearing this, Wu's expression changed, and she immediately interrupted, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bi, I still have some things to do here. I've written down what you said. Forgive me for my lack of hospitality. Let's go first."

As she said that, she greeted Xiaoju to see off the guests, and walked quickly up to the second floor by herself.

Bi Yingfei was a little embarrassed, but he had come into contact with too many artists with eccentric tempers, and he didn't take Wu's sudden rudeness too seriously. Anyway, he had already explained his purpose this time, so the trip was not in vain.

He took a few sips of tea, and then got the shop's phone number out of Xiaoju's mouth, before leaving satisfied.

On the second floor of the store, she walked into the bedroom next to the studio, and came to a clean and refreshing hospital bed by the window.

"Mom, let me help you move around."

There was no response, and Xia Jinnian lay quietly on the bed with an oxygen tube and a nasal feeding tube inserted into her body. Her skin was plump and her complexion was radiant. It was obvious that Wu had taken good care of her in the past two years.

She gently turned Xia Jinnian over, then patiently massaged all the joints of her limbs, chatting with Xia Jinnian while doing the massage:

"Mom, I processed the orpiment stone that my father treasured today. The saturation of the stone is really high. The quality of the final paint must be excellent..."

"Mom, the bluegrass is growing downstairs. I'm not as good as Dad to take care of it. Wake up and help me take a look?"

···

Wu pressed the button for a while, then checked the tubes on Xia Jinnian's body again, then left the room and returned to the studio, not forgetting to reset the timer.

Vegetative people need meticulous and uninterrupted care. She has to go there every hour. Although it is troublesome, Wu never feels hard.

She took a break, then walked back to the first floor. Mr. Bi had already left.

"Xiaoju." She Wu instructed, "In the future, if there are customers who don't come to buy paint, like the one just now, you will all say that I have traveled far away."

Xiaoju nodded and said yes.

The boss is really charming and cold.

"Buzz..." The phone in my pocket rang.

She turned it out, and a name that hadn't appeared for a long time was displayed on the screen.

Wu's expression lightened, she walked out of the store and answered the phone.

"Hey! Old friend, it's not interesting. I haven't seen me for more than three months!" Lu Yi's voice came from the receiver, "Today is such an important moment in my life, but you don't want to call me every time." No."

Wu rolled up a wicker stick with her hands, and smiled, "What? You finally confessed to Li Xi?"

The other end of the phone paused, and quickly changed the topic, "Oh, don't rush, I'm not preparing right now. By the way, I called you today to tell you that your senior sister and I are graduating today!"

Click.

The willow leaf snapped in her hand, and she suddenly realized that she had been away from Beijing for so long...

"congratulations···"

Lu Yi is very smart, and continued to pick some light topics that avoid pain points to chat with her:

"Did you know? Xia Yujian's graduation thesis was poorly written, and his tutor almost let him pass it hahahaha..."

"After Lixi graduated last year, she opened a studio in Beijing, specializing in teaching children to draw. I think she likes that job very much..."

"I'm a little annoyed. The job hasn't been settled yet. You said that if I can't find it, I'll go to Sioux City. How about asking you to support me?"

She sat on the white stone pier by the river, smiled and replied: "Okay, I'm short of free labor here, can I just take care of the food?"

"You nasty little boss..."

···

When the wind blows, the willow leaves in Wu's palm float to the surface of the river with the wind.

Even though the leaves don't weigh much, there are still faint ripples where the water and leaves intersect.

Just like some memories, even if they are mentioned lightly, there are still fluctuations, reverberations, and concerns.

I don't know how she is...

***

Beijing City, Ling Group Merchants Cocktail Party.

The extravagant crystal chandeliers illuminated the banquet hall with brilliance, and the waiters held the trays and shuttled among the well-dressed men and women, listening to their true or false business flattery, or false or real human relations.

The protagonist of this banquet is being surrounded by a group of people. She wears heavy makeup, which does not match her maturity, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes make people feel alienated inexplicably.

She was wearing a burgundy velvet evening dress with a backless back. Her long dark brown curly hair blocked the large spring light on her back, but it couldn't block her slender figure.

It is not accurate to say that she is slender. She is actually a little thinner. What is exposed outside is a palm-sized face, a slender neck, a prominent collarbone, and unbearable slender legs.

Strangers may sigh after seeing it, this beauty looks too delicate.

But no one in this banquet hall dared to underestimate her. This is Si Huanian, the current president of the famous Ling Group. With the help of his father, Si's family, Ling's position in Beijing's commercial district has been stabilized for the past two years.

Toasting and drinking, Si Huanian was among the business celebrities who were much older than her. His speech was decent and his attitude was natural. He didn't show any signs of fatigue until the end of the banquet.

After the reception was over, Si Huanian got into the car and told the driver, "Go back to the company."

Assistant Ye, who was in the same car, was stunned, "President Si, you haven't rested for two days, and it's still..."

Si Huanian interrupted her, "It's okay, I want the cake you bought, did you buy it?"

Assistant Ye sighed, said nothing more, and took out a small box of cakes from the car refrigerator and handed it over.

Strawberry Cake.

Si Huanian always wants to eat when he is the most tired.

Si Huanian opened the box, scooped out a small piece with a fork and put it in his mouth.

Fresh cream, sweet strawberries, but the mouth is full of sourness and bitterness.

Si Huanian held the cake in his mouth and didn't swallow it. He leaned his head gently on the cold car window, watching the neon lights outside line up, and remembered the face when he first met...

Wu she, my cake, is crying too...

The author has something to say: I am also very, very looking forward to the day of comments.

☆、Nian deer

In the western suburbs of Beijing, next to a lush green watermelon field, there is a house remodeled from an abandoned warehouse.

The house is not big, less than 100 square meters, with red bricks and black tiles, windows on all sides, sequined iron doors with loose locks, and an old light orange pickup truck parked at the door.

According to melon farmers who are farming, this place has just been rented by a young man as a studio for painting.

This is the first morning after Lu Yi moved out of the school dormitory, she was woken up by the heat.

In order to save money, she rented such a place without air-conditioning or heat insulation. Now it is the scorching heat of Beijing. She has just entered the society for the first day, and she is about to experience the suffering of a poor painter.

The wire bed squeaked, and Lu Yi sat up from the temporary sheets made of several cardboard boxes.

Lu Yi's luggage hasn't been packed yet, it's piled up in a corner.

In the middle of the warehouse is a half-filled table. After Lu Yi hit a big bag with a hammer yesterday, it just sat there without moving.

There are no curtains, direct sunlight comes in, and the house is full of laborious and time-consuming troubles.

Lu Yi looked around the small world where she would work in the future, and suddenly felt that she hadn't had enough sleep.

Just as she was about to lie down, she saw her open wallet standing next to the bed last night.

On the outermost side of the mezzanine, there is a photo of Li Xi.Inside, she was wearing a long lavender dress. Under the sun, she smiled gently at the camera, or at herself who was taking pictures of her at that time.

Seeing the photo, Lu Yi had the same conditioned reflex and stood up straight, "No, I have to get up and work hard!"

Lu Yi first checked the email, and had sent the work to several galleries and auction houses before, but still did not receive any feedback.

"It's okay, there is always a chance." Lu Yi smiled every time to cheer himself up.

After finally clearing the work area, the sun was almost setting.

With a cheeky face, Lu Yi asked a melon farmer in the nearby field to beg for a piece of watermelon, and then chewed instant noodles with the package before eating his first meal of the day.

"Without the cafeteria aunt, I wouldn't starve to death, would I?"

Lu Yi gnawed on the noodles, thinking about the sweet and sour chicken, steamed fish, and spicy soup in Meida Canteen...

Annoying, the more I think about it, the hungrier I get.

"Ding"

A text message popped up on the phone: [Li Xi: Have you had dinner yet?Do you want to be together? 】

Lu Yi experienced what it means to be instantly elated, she put down the instant noodles, tapped her fingers on the screen quickly, and replied in seconds:

[Okay, I'll go to your studio to find you. 】

"Boom."

Lu Yi got into the car, stepped on the accelerator and stepped into the setting sun.

This pickup truck is a second-hand one that Lu Yi found out. It is very old, the sound of the engine is always loud, and the sound in the car is also intermittent, but Lu Yi's mood is not affected at all, singing and swinging along with the song, Happy like a fool.

She unilaterally decided in her heart that this dinner was just a date.

Li Xi's studio is located in the city center, on the middle floor of a mixed-use office building, next to the shopping plaza and dining center, with convenient transportation.

Lu Yi's good mood along the way came to an abrupt end when he drove downstairs to the office building.

Beside the gate, a man dressed as an elite, holding a large bouquet of roses, stood upright in front of his BMW.

Li Xi was sending the children from the painting class downstairs, when she saw a boy with a thick head and a thick head, holding Li Xi's hand and leading her to the man holding flowers.

The man smiled confidently, handed the rose over, and said something.Li Xi didn't answer, but she still had a calm and elegant smile on her face, chatting patiently with the man.

Lu Yi's hand twisted the veins on the steering wheel, and his eyes were fixed on the man.

She remembered that man, she had met when she came to the studio to look for Li Xi, and he was the father of a child in Li Xi's painting class.

He is a well-known surgeon in Beijing. His wife passed away due to illness in his early years. He never remarried to take care of his children.

The child would praise his father whenever he met, saying that he was both powerful and gentle, and that he was the best person in the world.

Lu Yi's eyes were getting redder and redder, just watching the little boy, taking the rose from his father, and then bringing it to Li Xi, pretending to be unsteady and about to fall.

Lu Yi's heart shattered the moment Li Xi took the flower.

The kid obviously likes Li Xi very much, and the man looks so well matched with Li Xi, yes, they are so well matched, they look like a perfect family.

Why are you sad?

That's how the story is supposed to go, isn't it?

I knew it a long time ago, didn't I?

Finally, one day, Li Xi met the man who could give her a complete family and give her solid support.

The other party has everything.

Unlike myself, I can't give her anything.

In Lu Yi's heart, he had convinced himself early on, but the tears still did not live up to expectations, dripping down drop by drop, mixed with snot, running down his face.

"Tick tock, tick, tick, tick, tick..."

The ringtone of the phone suddenly came to mind at this moment, and Lu Yi passed out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw the caller, Lu Yi's expression trembled.

How could this person who hadn't contacted me for two years call just in time?

Although the timing was very unfortunate, but because it was so rare, Lu Yi still picked up the phone, with a strong nasal voice, "Hello?"

The other party was silent for a while, and then suddenly there was a chuckle, "You are too ugly to cry."

Lu Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked left and right, and as expected, he bumped into a pair of familiar smiling eyes in the transparent glass of the coffee shop directly opposite his parking space.

Even though that person was a lot haggard and looked a lot more mature, Lu Yi still recognized her.

Si Huanian wore a small gray plaid waist-cut suit, with his hair tied up, sitting on the sofa chair in the shop, holding the phone in one hand and coffee in the other, and smiled slightly at Lu Yi.

Lu Yi's face heated up rapidly, and it was probably time to boil water immediately.

It's so embarrassing, a friend I haven't seen for so long, met her in such embarrassment as soon as I came up.

Lu Yi awkwardly held up the phone, not knowing what to say.

Unexpectedly, Si Huanian quickly hung up the phone, walked out of the coffee shop, opened Lu Yi's passenger car door, and sat in directly.

She was dressed in a well-tailored, well-made high-end suit, which was simply out of tune with the simple interior of the Lu Yi car.

Si Huanian handed Lu Yi a tissue, then fastened his seat belt, "Drive."

Lu Yi blinked, still a little dazed.

Si Huanian sighed, glanced lightly at Li Xi who hadn't seen her on the other side of the road, then turned around and said to Lu Yi, "Haven't you seen enough?"

Lu Yi regained consciousness, and the pain returned again.She wiped her face with a tissue, then started the car, away from this place.

Before leaving, he still didn't forget to throw the phone to Si Huanian, "Please help me to send a message to Lixi, saying that I can't go because of something."

Si Huanian did so, and then leaned back on the seat with her eyes closed. The car was so noisy, it was rare for her to rest.

Lu Yi walked around the city for a few times in silence, and finally asked, "Where are we going?"

"Take me home." Si Huanian replied with his eyes closed.

Lu Yi: "I don't know where your home is?"

Si Huanian: "You know, you have been to college."

Lu Yi was taken aback, did I go to college?I have only been to her off-campus house in college...

Something suddenly flashed in my mind, Lu Yi was stunned, it must be...

Lu Yi asked cautiously: "You now... live in the house she rented from the university?"

"Ah."

One word, light and shallow, avoiding all heavy echoes.

There was no words all the way.

Lu Yi parked the car next to an apartment building by the river, since Wu she left Beijing, she has not been here again.

Si Huanian unbuckled his seat belt, struggled in his heart, and said for a while, "Come up with me?"

Lu Yi turned off the fire, nodded and agreed.She understood Si Huanian's hesitation.

The sunset was falling, and the two entered the building one after the other, feeling inexplicably sympathetic to each other.

Walking in, Lu Yi felt a little distressed.

Wu hardly moved her things, her painting utensils were still in the room, the plants on her balcony were still blooming well, and there was an art magazine she loved to read on the coffee table, one issue was never out, and the latest issue was subscribed .

Lu Yi silently feels sorry for Si Huanian, has she lived here alone for the past two years...

"What to drink?" Si Huanian asked in the kitchen.

Lu Yi: "Is there any wine?"

Si Huanian laughed, the last time he drank with Lu Yi was when he was a teaching assistant, in the moonlit courtyard in the big mountain, drinking the wine brewed by the villagers, accompanied by people who were still there at that time.

"Yes, but I'm afraid to drink you down."

Lu Yi seemed to have also remembered what happened back then, and imperceptibly, his relationship with Si Huanian had been brought back a lot, "Stop talking nonsense, it may not be whoever gets down first."

Si Huanian dug out a case of beer from the cupboard. Before drinking, Lu Yi asked, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

Si Huanian pointed to the bread on the table, "Here, I just baked it this morning."

Without even thinking about it, Lu Yi grabbed a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

As soon as the bread touched his tongue, Lu Yi suddenly bent down, crackled, and sprayed all the stuff out of his mouth like setting off firecrackers:

"Si Huanian! You want to poison me to death before you drink it?!"

Si Huanian covered his mouth and smiled, and there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

That's right, how did she eat such unpalatable bread while saying it was delicious?

After drinking for three rounds, Lu Yi started talking, "The last time I cried like today was when I was a child."

Si Huanian was still awake, and hit the nail on the head, "You asked for it, right?"

Lu Yi: "So what can I do? Li Xi is such a good person, my conditions are not worthy of her."

Si Hua Nian: "Whether you are worthy or not, you have to think about it, not you."

Lu Yi: "But I don't want... I don't want to bring trouble to her."

Si Huanian: "Yeah, but you don't want to disturb her, but you're not ready yet, but the timing is not right, but you're still a girl, right?"

Lu Yi: "..."

Si Huanian: "You have so many things, you have driven away happiness..."

Lu Yi: "..."

Lu Yi shook her head, she didn't understand what Si Huanian said, but the knot in her heart was so tightly tied that she stubbornly refused to untie it.

"Don't talk about me, how are you? I haven't heard from you for the past two years, and Lixi and I are very worried about you."

Si Huanian is keenly aware of something from Lu Yi's words, is it just you and Li Xi...

Sure enough, she still blames me...

Si Huanian drank another can of wine, hiding the tears in his eyes, "I'm fine."

how is she?

How is she?Si Huanian thought over and over in his mind, but couldn't ask.

Calling Lu Yi home with Xinyi was already a cross-border move that she regretted, how could she, how could she have the face to bother Wu and her friends again...

When Si Huanian was trapped in messy thoughts, Lu Yi's voice sounded softly:

"She's fine too."

Lu Yi opened another can of wine, put it considerately in front of Si Huanian, and stopped talking too much.

The author has something to say: Woohoo, it was updated on the 24th, why is the little red flower not lit up, it's killing my obsessive-compulsive disorder...

☆, uninvited guest

The next morning, Lu Yi woke up leisurely on the sofa in the living room, and Si Huanian had already left.

There were two glasses of milk on the dining table, one was half drunk, and there were still dark lipstick marks on the rim.

Next to it was the bread that Lu Yi "tested the poison with himself" yesterday, and a large piece was also torn away, Lu Yi was speechless, Si Huanian was simply not picky about her food.

Lu Yi took the garbage bag to collect the empty wine cans on the tea table and filled a full bag, but after drinking so much wine, Lu Yi remembered that Si Huanian didn't seem to talk to her much yesterday.

Also, there are too many common topics between the two of them that need to be avoided