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Zhou Weixia is more familiar with Ye Xingzhi's stubborn and self-willed temper than anyone else. If he doesn't answer him this time, he will still try his best to chase him until he understands it.

He simply turned around, glanced at the people rushing in and out at the gate of the courtyard, and replied, "It's my teacher's son."

Yan Ping happened to come over, holding the painting in his hand and said cautiously behind, "Please open the trunk."

Ye Xingzhi didn't turn his head back, took the opportunity to take two steps forward, almost pushed Zhou Weixia against the car door, and pressed the button to open the trunk.He turned sideways, looking as if he was leaning against the car and chatting, and asked easily, "Does he like you?"

Zhou Weixia suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, and was afraid of attracting the attention of others, so he called him in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense."

"How far have you guys developed?" Ye Xingzhi turned a deaf ear, stretched out his hand to block it, and forced people to stay in front of him, "Let's eat together, and drink coffee together..." He said word by word, "You guys Are you dating?"

"Ye Xingzhi!" Zhou Weixia pushed him unbearably, escaped from his arms, walked around to the other side, opened the door and got in the car.

Yan Ping had already walked over, opened the car door with Ye Xingzhi's cannibalistic eyes and sat in the back row.He saw Zhou Weixia's complexion was not good, so he asked him if he was not feeling well.

Zhou Weixia didn't speak, just smiled at him briefly and shook his head.

Ye Xingzhi could see clearly from the rearview mirror, but he didn't say anything, and turned the car out as soon as he turned the steering wheel.

Yan Ping didn't seem to have sensed the undercurrent between the two of them, and he was focused on finding topics to make Zhou Weixia happy.He talked about the two paintings that he had just moved into the car, "I saw my dad bought another "Knulp"."

Zhou Weixia's face turned pale, thinking of the familiar strange signature, he glanced at the driver sitting in front of him flusteredly.Just as he was about to signal Yan Ping not to say any more, the boy said carelessly, "This number is 63, brother, didn't you say that you want to see other works in this series? I just asked Uncle Su, and he said that there are 100 works in this series." How many..."

When the car was approaching a traffic light intersection, Ye Xingzhi slammed on the brakes, almost knocking the foreheads of the three people in the car.

Yan Ping raised his head in shock, and wanted to complain, but Ye Xingzhi cut him off, "It's 122 pictures."

Zhou Weixia's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help turning his face to look at him.

The man driving the car was also looking in the rearview mirror, staring at him quietly, and added, "122 pictures, the theme of the whole series is a single left hand."

- "There are everywhere in the studio, and there is no sincerity in painting one if you take one."

- "You said it yourself, I will read it some other day."

- "Look, I want a hundred pictures for you."

"Well, the green light is on..."

The silent staring between the two was interrupted by Yan Ping's words and the whistle honking outside the car one after another. Ye Xingzhi turned his gaze back to the front again, and quickly drove the car to the hotel entrance.

Yan Ping got out of the car and went up first with a painting in his arms.Zhou Weixia stood in front of the trunk, going to get another one with a slightly larger format.

Ye Xingzhi originally lit a cigarette and took two puffs, but couldn't sit still, so he opened the car door and went down to help.He lifted the painting out lightly, glanced at the person beside him, stopped smoking for a while, turned his face and threw the cigarette away.

People from the concierge department of the hotel came to take over, and Zhou Weixia walked in with a group of people.Ye Xingzhi leaned against the car to watch his thin back disappear around the corner, and it took him a long time before he got in the car and drove out.

Zhou Weixia didn't want to hide his emotions anymore, drank a glass of water in the room and kept looking downstairs.Yan Ping saw that he was depressed, so he stopped making trouble in an embarrassing manner.

The two chatted briefly, Zhou Weixia said that he wanted to be alone, went downstairs, took a taxi and left.

But he didn't really have anywhere to go, so he sat in the taxi for a few seconds and reported Lieber's location.

The coffee shop had just opened in the afternoon, and it was rare that both shop owners were there.Zhou Weixia greeted the two of them, ordered a mug shot and went upstairs.

The person who brought the coffee was Gu Jinshu. The shop was quiet at the moment. He put down the plate and did not go downstairs. He sat down and chatted with someone.Seeing the ring on his hand, Zhou Weixia smiled and said, "Is it finished?"

He recalled the signboard of "The proprietor is happy and closed" on the store door when he stayed in city B for two days last year, and said with a smile, "It turns out that I didn't open the store for a while because I went to get married."

Gu Jinshu touched the simple ring twice, nodded with a smile, "Actually, it was just a very simple ceremony. No one was invited."

Zhou Weixia took a sip of coffee, "The ceremony is also good, Brother Fu is already very caring."

Gu Jinshu laughed, "Don't say such things in front of him, it will make him proud for days." He poured another half cup of coffee into Zhou Weixia's bottomed cup, and said casually, "What about you? Sample?"

"It's almost the same as before." Zhou Weixia followed with a smile, happened to catch a glimpse of the old community not far outside the French window, and quickly turned his gaze back.

Gu Jinshu seemed to see through something, and interjected, "Is there still no contact with Xiaoye? I heard that he opened a small studio over there."

"I have been to the store to sketch before." He added.

Zhou Weixia thought of the "Outdoor Coffee Shop" that he felt somewhat familiar, with mixed emotions in his heart, looking at the tree shadows and old apartment buildings outside the window.

The mess lying there couldn't find any clues to untie, and after struggling a few times, it only entangled him more tightly.

"It turned out that I haven't contacted you for a long time." Zhou Weixia suddenly said, "We met again by chance recently." Maybe it's because he has suppressed for a long time these days that no one has anything to say and found an outsider to confide in. He modeled the recent troubles He spoke vaguely.

Gu Jinshu sat opposite and listened carefully, refilling a glass of water for him from time to time.

"You really don't want to contact me anymore?" Gu Jinshu asked at the end of the conversation.

Zhou Weixia casually picked up a book piled next to him to cover half of his face, and gently fell back, as if he didn't have to face it this way.

"Too many things. It doesn't matter if you're right or wrong," he whispered. "I just—"

Zhou Weixia didn't know how to describe it.For a snail, it may be the best destination not to extend its tentacles for a lifetime, which is boring but reassuring.

"It sounds... It seems that we were very uncomfortable getting along with each other before?" Gu Jinshu poured out the rest of the coffee and said casually.He looked up at the half face exposed behind the gray book cover, smiled and reached out to take the book down.

"But if there is not so much moving, so much pain, going back and forth between ecstasy and despair, what's the point of living?"

Zhou Weixia stared at him blankly.

"It's just talking about lines." Gu Jinshu pointed to the book in his hand, stood up with the dinner plate in his hand, and said, "Actually, when I occasionally think that there are still many decades left in my life, I feel that there is no harm in trying and making mistakes."

He put the book back on the shelf, patted the man on the shoulder, "I'll go down first."

After Gu Jinshu was carrying the dinner plate to the bookshelf, he bumped into two men leaning against the edge of the wall at the entrance of the stairs, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Ye Xingzhi didn't speak, just smiled at him as a greeting, hurried past him, and walked towards the bookshelf behind him.

"Why is he here?" Gu Jinshu glanced at the two people behind the bookshelf over there, seemed a little worried, then turned his head to blame Fu Yanshi, "Has he been listening just now?"

"There is no 'always'." Fu Yanshi walked downstairs and said, "I came up when you told others not to praise me."

Gu Jinshu poked him dumbfounded, "You're still a lawyer, respect other people's right to privacy. Why don't you stop him?"

"I listen to my wife, and he is standing there reading." Fu Yanshi said brazenly, "This is listening openly."

"Besides, if I don't listen, how do I know that you told others to praise me less?" Fu Yanshi said that he was helping someone to pack things at the bar, and then began to calculate, "You will buy the tickets for the next drama."

"Okay." Gu Jinshu took off the hand on his waist with a smile, turned around and asked him, "What do you want to see?"

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the store, Fu Yanshi took the person back into his arms and hugged him, pretending to think about it seriously, took out two packaged tickets from the counter and shook them, "The Rhinoceros in Love. "

The author says:

The lines are from "The Rhinoceros in Love".I thought today's chapter would be more enjoyable, but it seems that I have to wait for tomorrow's (￣︶￣*))