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Zhou Weixia's heart skipped a beat, and he denied it, "No."

He frantically went to collect the headphone cable, but the cable was against him and got tangled in a roll of paper protruding from Ye Xingzhi's backpack.After going around a few times, I loosened the roll of paper before taking it off smoothly.

Zhou Weixia inadvertently caught a glimpse of the content of the paper roll, which was a very common sketch, just like the students' hand-made exercises in his father's studio.

"Are you going back to school?" Ye Xingzhi's voice came from above his head, the volume was not high, and it seemed to be telling him something secret in the small space circled by his arm.

Zhou Weixia nodded, "Well, I went out to eat just now." He said and pointed to the paper roll, "Have you gone to the studio?"

Ye Xingzhi shook his head with a smile and explained, "No, I painted it on my own." He glanced at the paper roll and added, "I dropped it in the tutoring place before, so I took it back when I went out today— —Is my backpack unsealed?"

Zhou Weixia heard gossip from other students on the debate team that Ye Xingzhi had good grades and was receiving the school's first-class scholarship every year, but it seemed that his family's financial situation was not very good, and he would occasionally skip class and go out to work.

He stretched out his hand to tidy it up, sealed the zipper, and asked him, "I saw the photo you sent, are you going to that exhibition too?"

"Yes." Ye Xingzhi said with a smile, "That art gallery is too far away, and I was still worried about getting stuck in traffic when I changed cars just now." He slightly lowered his eyes and looked at the boy who raised his head, "After all, we have an appointment I want to treat you to a cake."

Zhou Weixia's eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink.He was about to say something when the bus beeped and it was almost at the stop where they were going to get off.

Ye Xingzhi's arm blocked a small gap for him, and he squeezed out of the car with difficulty.They walked to the platform and saw the sign of the coffee shop called Lieber leaking from the shadows of the trees from a distance.

The weather seemed to heat up in an instant, Zhou Weixia thought.He walked slowly towards the alley behind Ye Xingzhi, and his palms began to sweat a little.But this seems to have nothing to do with the weather, but a habit he has had since he was a child, and he will always have a sincere sense of excitement and tension for his favorite thing.

The alley is long and empty, with only a few old shops selling fruits and sundries with their stalls.

Coming late to listen to the wind, Ye Xingzhi walked very slowly and his voice was a little lazy.Talking about the art exhibition I saw in the afternoon, I asked the people beside me which paintings they liked.Zhou Weixia's understanding of oil paintings comes from the little things he saw when he went to his father's studio sporadically a few times a year. He probably recognized the style of a few paintings imitating Monet, so he casually mentioned two.

"The Monet you like?" Ye Xingzhi asked him.

"Well, a few of them also have the taste of Pissarro, which are beautiful."

"There are always surprises in the exhibitions of cutting-edge painters." Ye Xingzhi turned his head to look at him, with a special expression on his semi-dark face, "I like that painting "Eternal Night", it is very intense."

While talking, they pushed the door and shook the wind chime at the door. The boss stood up and greeted them with a smile amidst the crisp sound, "Are you here? There are clouds rolling today."

Zhou Weixia likes sweets with milk flavor, so he happily ordered two.

Ye Xingzhi was sitting on the sofa behind the bookshelf, watching him walking towards him with a smile on his plate.But the mobile phone in his backpack rang loudly at an inappropriate time. He glanced at the number and pressed the mute button.

Zhou Weixia put the plate in front of him, and regretted that the lemon chocolate mousse was gone.While picking up a small piece of cake with a fork, Ye Xingzhi was amused by the kid's eagerness to show off his colorful candy box, "It's fine to eat it next time."

Zhou Weixia, who successfully got the next invitation, bit his fork and said 'Oh', and quickly added, "Friday?" He also found a high-sounding excuse, "After the group meeting."

Ye Xingzhi didn't speak, just looked at that stupid face and laughed muffled.Laughing so much that Zhou Weixia was almost embarrassed, so he kindly rescued him and said, "Okay."

At this moment, a small piece of the backpack placed in the corner lit up again, and Zhou Weixia's ears were a little red, so he hurriedly pointed to the light and said, "Your phone seems to be ringing all the time."

Ye Xingzhi looked sideways, and the brisk smile on his face quickly disappeared.I have already made several calls to that number, and there is a tendency to not give up until I get through.He stood up with his mobile phone, "I'll go out and pick it up."

There were several wooden tables and chairs on the terrace on the first floor of the coffee shop. Ye Xingzhi looked back to make sure he was far enough away from other people, and then he leaned against the table and connected the phone, "Hello?"

"Xingzhi, come to have dinner with Dad at the end of the month."

Ye Xingzhi stared at the dim moonlight behind the treetops in the distance, and replied flatly, "No time."

The other party seemed to be at a drinking party, and Ye Xingzhi could hear a little chatter of wine and wine from here, but it disappeared quickly, probably walking outside.

Ye Xingzhi didn't speak the whole time, and he didn't hang up the phone on the other end. He even lit a cigarette, and the sound of the lighter's steel casing colliding faithfully reached his ears.He gritted his teeth and said coldly without patience, "Shen Zhang, when can I see Aunt Hui?"

Shen Zhang dusted off the cigarette ash at the other end, and said gently, "Xingzhi, Dad knows that you are very filial, and sent a lot of money and things to the prison."

"But without me, how can you send these things in?"

Shen Zhang's tone sounded as if he was stating the simplest facts, "If you are obedient, your aunt's life will be easier."

Ye Xingzhi's phone call was a bit long, and Zhou Weixia leaned on the sofa and turned through more than a dozen pages of the book before he saw him push open the glass side door leading to the terrace.

But he didn't come over right away, he just made a gesture to indicate that he was going to the bathroom.

Zhou Weixia felt that his face was a little pale, and his whole body seemed to be in a bad mood, so he put down his book and went to the bar to order a cup of hot black tea.

"Is it a bit cold outside?" Zhou Weixia waited for him to come back, and asked while pushing the cup of black tea to him.

Probably after washing his face, Ye Xingzhi still had a few drops of water hanging on the tips of his hair, and his face had returned to normal, "No, it's a small matter, it's been a long time." He didn't want to continue talking on the phone, so he Picking up the "The Art of Competition" that Zhou Weixia was flipping through, he said casually, "You were reading this just now?"

"I've read it before." Zhou Weixia said, "This book is a bit more interesting than biography."

Ye Xingzhi opened the page where the bookmark was stuck, which was the end of the chapter on Manet and Degas. He stroked the page twice with his fingers and said, "The relationship between artists is quite mysterious."

He picked up the cup of black tea and swallowed it, as if he was in a bad mood, "What do you think is the reason why Manet scratched that painting?"

Zhou Weixia was eating his cake next to him. Hearing this question, the interviews he had seen before flashed through his mind, "Smith talked about it, probably they... all will meet someone at a certain stage, as if under a spell Being fascinated by him, life with him seems to be richer, more interesting and more intense."

He said, but there was a little inexplicable anxiety and sadness from the bottom of his heart, "Then at a certain moment, you will feel so close that you will lose yourself, and you will have to instinctively push that person away."

A piece of slow-paced light music is playing in the store, forming a wonderful rhythm with the slight sound of the night wind outside the window knocking on the glass.The atmosphere seemed to be silent for a while, the fish in the fish tank moved suddenly, and quickly flashed into the aquatic plants, leaving only a string of slowly rising bubbles.

Ye Xingzhi had no intention of passing on his unhappiness to others, but it happened to be his own words.He regretted a little, put the black tea cup back on the table gently, approached quietly, touched Zhou Weixia's knees, smiled and said, "That's right, this book is about the relationship between chase and collision."

“While it’s true that painters achieve and influence each other, I like the line that Picasso said about Van Gogh—”

"The Greeks, the Romans, the Renaissance people, all had a rule in painting. But starting with Van Gogh, everyone had to be his own sun."

The author has something to say: Notes, (1) All the paintings in the article that do not indicate the author are fictitious. (2) "The painting that Manet scratched out" is Degas's "Manet and his wife". Manet scratched out the part of his wife Suzanne in the painting by himself, and the relationship between the two broke down after Degas found out.Don't dare to make rash comments, you can search for information by yourself if you are interested. (3) Sebastian Smith, author of The Art of Competition.The book is very good, I haven't finished it yet... The sons are much better than me.