love too early

The assistant is always very efficient. Not only did he send me the address of the coffee shop, but he also found an online order guide and compiled an order guide for me.

By the time the afternoon was over, I had already forgotten about it.

Thinking about going home for dinner at night, I planned to go to the nearest N31 gallery to take a look and go back early.

This gallery is very close to University A, and it mainly exhibits the works of some cutting-edge artists, so most of the patrons are young people.

I like to listen to the chats of the guests, from which I can gain some understanding of the current art market, and the relatively more unconstrained ideas of young guests will also give me more inspiration.Therefore, although this gallery does not make much profit, it is the one I have invested the most time and energy in after returning to China.

Recently, a new batch of paintings arrived. When I was there, two of them were being packaged. It is said that they were bought by a customer after only being exhibited for half a day.

I took a look and said casually, "Good eyesight."

As soon as the words fell, a gentle male voice sounded behind him: "Thank you."

I heard the voice and turned around, and saw a young man in a neat suit, standing two steps away and looking at me with a smile, and after a closer look, it turned out to be Gu Chi whom Fu Zhiheng had just mentioned this morning.

Gu Chi's appearance has changed a lot, from the youthful student in my memory to a well-dressed adult with a decent smile, I was stunned for a moment, and saw him walking over and extending his hand to me, and said, "Long time no see, Shi Lu .”

"Gu Chi...?" I came back to my senses slowly, and shook hands with him, "Long time no see."

"I heard that you have returned to China, but I didn't expect to meet you here." Gu Chi said, "Are you going to leave this time?"

I shook my head, "I have no plans for now."

Although they are classmates in high school, they haven't seen each other for many years, and after a few pleasantries, they still have nothing to say.I was about to find an excuse to leave when Gu Chi suddenly said, "Let's go and find a place nearby to sit. I know there is a good coffee shop."

"Sir, your painting package is ready. Do you want us to deliver it to your door? If so, please leave an address and contact information here." The clerk interjected.

"No, I'll take it away, put it in the car for me, thank you." Gu Chi said.

For the sake of him buying two paintings, I checked that it was still early, and I didn't refuse his invitation.

I didn't expect that the coffee shop that Gu Chi took me to was the one that the assistant mentioned in the morning. I began to suspect that the consumption places near University A were poor, and there was no other better choice than this coffee shop.

"I'm studying finance in University A, and I often come here for self-study." Gu Chi opened the door for me and said, "I haven't been here for a long time after graduation."

The coffee shop is not too big. The solid wood tables and chairs and warm lighting create a quiet and warm atmosphere. Most of the guests are students holding books and computers.Gu Chi and I found two sofas in the corner and sat down, and ordered two glasses of Australian white based on his recommendation.

"Have you been in city A after graduation?" I asked.

"Yes, I joined an investment bank. What about you, are you still studying painting in college?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"I knew that you are so talented, you will definitely become a great artist in the future." Gu Chi looked at me and said in a joking tone: "But it looks...you seem to be the boss of an artist?"

The saying of "high talent" is true and unfounded. I learned painting with Fu Zhiheng since I was a child, and the most evaluation I got from the teacher was "not enough emotion, more than skill", so I always knew that I would not become an artist.Artists need the sustenance of inspiration, and I have no passion to burn.

On the contrary, it is Fu Zhiheng who is really talented. He never handed in his homework. When inspiration strikes, he creates like crazy. When he is exhausted, he throws away the brush and even skips the exam.Later he said that painting was boring, and he went abroad to study architecture in university. When he heard about it, his former oil painting teacher was so angry that he was almost hospitalized.

"You can't eat art after all." I smiled and joked.

"Indeed." Gu Chi nodded in agreement, "But at least you have good taste, and with you in charge, we laymen can rest assured of spending."

"You're welcome, your vision is not like that of a layman at all."

A waiter brought coffee to me, I thanked him habitually, and then noticed the hand that served the coffee—the fingers were long, white and thin, with well-defined joints, and the veins under the skin were clearly visible, which was stronger than any pianist I had ever seen Hands are superior, like a perfect work of art in a showcase.

I unconsciously raised my eyes to look at the owner of the hand. The first thing that came into my sight was a smooth and clear jaw line, followed by a thin but not pointed chin and two thin light pink lips.His skin is fair and transparent, his nose bridge is high but he doesn't look aggressive, probably because he has a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, I just took a look at it, and then I remembered the painting that Gu Chi bought that blooms in the dark night white irises.

The waiter looked indifferently, put down the coffee, said "please take it slowly" and left with the plate.His back is also outstanding, tall and straight, with a narrow waist and long legs, not only I am watching, but the two students at the next table are also watching.

Gu Chi noticed my gaze, and there was an ambiguous smile on the corner of his lips, as if he said unintentionally: "It looks like the type that Fu Zhiheng would like."

I thought about it, and it is true.

However, it made me uncomfortable to use such words to evaluate a stranger. I looked away and glanced at Gu Chi, without saying a word.

"Speaking of which, Fu Zhiheng wasn't with you?" he asked.

"No." I picked up the coffee and took a sip. It tasted better than the one taken by the assistant. "He's busy with his work."

——Busy dating Little Sparrow, meeting some new boys by the way.

Gu Chi said with a half-smile, "I didn't expect the two of you to be together forever."

I have heard this phrase more than once.Fu Zhiheng and I don't seem to have any match for each other except that we are close friends.

"Yeah... I didn't expect that either." I smiled, "We're engaged."

Before Gu Chi could speak, there was a sudden crash, and there was a harsh sound of broken cups and saucers from the bar counter.All the customers in the store looked over, and saw that the waiter had a dull expression for a moment, and then he quickly reacted, said sorry to his colleagues in a low voice, and bent down to find the broom.

I saw his face at a certain angle, and vaguely felt as if I had seen it somewhere before, but I didn't remember it.

Perhaps as Gu Chi said, this face is the type that Fu Zhiheng would like, so maybe I have seen people with similar looks around Fu Zhiheng.

A small episode was quickly skipped, Gu Chi looked at me again and asked, "Engaged? When?"

I unconsciously touched the ring I was not used to wearing, and replied: "Yesterday."

A moment of disappointment appeared on Gu Chi's face, and then he pretended to be relaxed and joked: "Then I really have no chance?"

I still don't quite understand why he said he liked me at the beginning, obviously we two didn't even talk much when we were in high school.So I can only change the subject and ask, "Isn't the investment bank job very busy, why do you still have the time to go to the gallery?"

"It's just a sneak in." Gu Chi smiled and shook his head, "You may not believe me, but I met you the first time I went there today."

Just after he finished speaking, my mobile phone on the table rang, and the name displayed on the screen was Fu Zhiheng.

"Sorry I took a call."

I pressed answer, and Fu Zhiheng's voice came from the receiver: "Are you done with your work, baby?"

I hummed, "I'm done."

"Where are you, I'll pick you up." He said again.

It just so happened that I didn't drive today, I looked at the wall clock, and it was time to go home. "Near A University." I said.

"University A?" Fu Zhiheng was slightly puzzled, "What are you doing there?"

"When I met Gu Chi, I sat here." I told the truth.

There is something called tacit understanding between me and Fu Zhiheng, he didn't say anything, but I could keenly sense that he was not very happy.

"Understood." His tone remained unchanged, "Wait for me, it will arrive in about 10 minutes."

However, when Fu Zhiheng came nearby and learned that I was in this cafe, his expression and tone became obviously complicated.

Gu Chi sent me to the door, Fu Zhiheng was sitting in the car, looking at a certain direction inside, without even paying attention to Gu Chi's greeting to him.

"Ah, oh, long time no see old classmate." Fu Zhiheng dealt with Gu Chi absent-mindedly, waved his hand and said, "Let's have dinner together another day. Xiaolu and I have something to do today, so let's go first."

Gu Chi probably didn't expect Fu Zhiheng to look so calm, the smile on his face froze, and he said, "Go slowly."

After speaking, he looked at me, his eyes softened, "Be careful on the road."

"Yeah." I got into the co-pilot and closed the door, "Goodbye."

After walking a long distance, Fu Zhiheng remembered to ask, "How did you meet Gu Chi?"

"He went to N31 to buy paintings." I said.

Fu Zhiheng snorted lightly, and smiled disdainfully, "Buying paintings..."

He is not a very magnanimous person. He was used to being arrogant and indulgent since he was a child, and he refused to take any losses. A fight with Gu Chi in high school is enough for him to remember to this day.

Fortunately, I don't really care if he is happy or not, anyway, even if he annoys Gu Chi to death, he will not get angry in front of me, let alone blame me.

"What about you, why did you come to pick me up?" I asked.

"I'm afraid you'll forget the time because you're busy with work." Fu Zhiheng smiled perfunctorily, "When I turn around, I'm tired and thin, and my parents will blame me again."