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"How many pieces of this "Knulp" series do you plan to paint?" Zheng Qingchuan carefully avoided a pile of paint and turpentine, and almost brought over the brush bucket.

The studio space is not big, and the spare space is piled up to dry paintings, it is really troublesome to get in and out, he couldn't help complaining, "Your place is really getting more and more crowded."

The person sitting in front of the easel turned to look at him, ignored his complaints, and commanded, "Bring me the ashtray by the way."

Zheng Qingchuan held an ashtray in one hand, walked around with a packaged takeaway in the other, and sat next to Ye Xingzhi, "Why are you smoking again? Be careful that Aunt Hui will come up and smell it later."

Ye Xingzhi continued to take two puffs without paying attention, and continued to paint on the canvas, "She knows, she pretends not to know."

Zheng Qingchuan was too lazy to talk to him, stood up and poked his head out of the window, "Aunt Hui—"

"Okay, okay." Ye Xingzhi ripped off his suit, took off the unfinished half and extinguished it, "I really recruited her, we both don't eat."

Zheng Qingchuan smoothed the folds of his suit, sat down nervously and said, "Hurry up and eat, I have to go back to work in the company later."

"I said." He said while grabbing the biggest piece of tenderloin from Ye Xingzhi, "Are you imitating Da Vinci? Drawing a thousand eggs—or your hands?"

He pointed at the three paintings hanging on the opposite side with his chopsticks, "The key is that they don't look much different."

Ye Xingzhi smoothly put the largest piece of tenderloin into his bowl, and said casually, "I think it's very different."

Zheng Qingchuan raised his head, looked carefully, and said honestly to his friend, "Apart from the numbers, what's the difference between them?" He took two bites, and added, "There are almost a hundred pictures."

"Two of 120." Ye Xingzhi said as he glanced at the several canvases carried in the corner, "I painted slowly a while ago, and there were a lot of scraps."

"Then what are you painting now?" Zheng Qingchuan took two steps back and inspected it for a few seconds, feeling familiar with his only artistic accomplishment, "Why does it look a bit like that who..."

Ye Xingzhi turned his head, stared at the easel for a long time, and said quietly, "This one is called "Open-air Coffee Shop."

Every time Ye Xingzhi showed such an expression, he would subconsciously look for the cigarette case.Just as Zheng Qingchuan was about to stop him, a courier came up the stairs, saying that he had made an appointment to pack things.

Ye Xingzhi couldn't care less about smoking, so he got up to pack his things.Zheng Qingchuan sat on the high stool and turned around twice, and said with emotion, "Are you really planning to move to City B?"

"It doesn't count as moving, but I often come back." Ye Xingzhi sent away the person carrying two large bags of painting materials, turned around and said, "The place at home is too small, and my instructor is also there."

He found a reason very quickly, not like convincing others, but more like convincing himself.

Zheng Qingchuan had an expression of 'do you believe this?', finished the meal in his hand, packed the lunch box, and said, "I'm leaving first. Let's have a drink together in the evening?"

He patted Ye Xingzhi on the shoulder meaningfully, "It's a pity that you didn't record your drunken madness last time."

Seeing the change in Ye Xingzhi's face, Zheng Qingchuan hurried downstairs and said at the corner of the stairs, "The wine is mine. Let's go."

Ye Xingzhi stood at the door for a moment, as if lost in thought.It wasn't until the wind blew away a few sketches pinned to the wall that he walked back as if waking up from a dream, and closed the studio door.

"Xiao Chuan, are you leaving?" Aunt Hui was sorting out the goods in the store downstairs, when she saw Zheng Qingchuan coming down the stairs, she found a bottle of water and handed it over, "Take it home to drink."

"Thank you, Aunt Hui." Zheng Qingchuan was not polite, and took a couple of sips after unscrewing the cap of the bottle.It was still early before the end of the company's lunch break, so he was not in a hurry to leave, so he leaned against the counter and chatted, "Actually, if you are looking for a studio, there are quite a lot of old houses nearby... You really have no objection." Is Ye going to City B?"

"He is so old, he has his own ideas." Ye Hui twisted two rags neatly and wiped the corners of the counter, "Besides, I am not old enough to have someone by my side. He can do whatever he wants to do." Let him try it."

Zheng Qingchuan laughed, "It would be great if my mother could think like you."

"Come on." Ye Hui rolled up her sleeves, "It would be great if this bastard in our family could stop smoking and drinking like you." She stopped what she was doing, looked upstairs and said, "You have Let me tell Aunt Hui about him, he has been smoking more recently than before."

Heart disease also needs a heart medicine doctor.Zheng Qingchuan felt from the bottom of his heart that his two brushes were really of little help, but he still agreed, "Don't worry."

When Ye Xingzhi got into the car the day after tomorrow, Zheng Qingchuan repeated these words.

Ye Xingzhi stood at the ticket gate, was silent for a moment, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "Understood. When I'm not around, Aunt Hui will ask you to take care of me."

Zheng Qingchuan exchanged punches with him, "Aunt Hui doesn't need me to take care of her. She even pulled my mother yesterday and said she would introduce me to a blind date."

He begged for mercy, "It's you, remember to tell Aunt Hui to let me go."

Ye Xingzhi smiled, said goodbye to his friend, and walked off the platform with his suitcase.As soon as I got in the car, I received a call from Teacher Su, asking him about when he would arrive.

Ye Xingzhi made an appointment with him the day after tomorrow, and said he would bring new works there.The other party sounded very happy, and said that there happened to be an opportunity for a joint exhibition and asked him to prepare more work materials.

The moving car has started slowly, and the green vegetation on the right quickly recedes, and a long wall of roses flashes in front of his eyes. The red and white roses are intertwined, and they drive very beautifully.

It's that summer of the year again.

Zhou Weixia's small exhibition was very successful. At the small party held in Teacher Yan's courtyard that night, he also unexpectedly received an invitation from a senior, saying that his university had a joint special exhibition with the city's art museum recently. Ask him if he is interested in participating.

The scale of the joint special exhibition is not small, but it is also a very good opportunity.

Teacher Yan noticed this, and came over to introduce him. It turned out that the other party was a professor at the Art Academy of B University, and he was an old classmate with Teacher Yan. He even met his father several times, and his attitude was very warm.

Zhou Weixia was not very good at refusing, so he could only agree.

In fact, it's not that he hasn't returned to China in the past few years, but he hasn't been to City B again.

Shen Yunman is even more taboo than him. Every time he returns to China, he always rushes to fly back to the north to meet the two sides, never mentioning the people and events in City B.

Zhou Weixia didn't bother to ask.

He went back to his room that night, took a shower, and lay in bed for a long time.

Zhou Weixia knows that it is foolish to bind people and things, and all the meanings of things are given by people.It's not the wind, it's not the flag.What really made him struggle and suffer was his own heartbeat.

The next morning, Zhou Weixia's mind cleared up a bit, and he regretted the act of recklessly agreeing last night even more.Holding his mobile phone, he didn't know whether to call the professor or Shen Yunman.

He didn't dwell on it for a long time, but Shen Yunman suddenly called him and told him a piece of news.

"Are you getting engaged?" Zhou Weixia became happy, "Is it with Brother Guan?"

"Yeah." Shen Yunman said with a smile, "So I want to ask you, are you free this month? Would you like to come back to my sister's engagement?"

She was silent for a while, then added, "Don't worry, I've talked to my dad. He won't come."

Neither of them said who "he" was, but they both knew that there was no need to say so.

Zhou Weixia seemed to have calmed down for a few breaths, and then his voice became cheerful again, "Well, I'll be back soon."