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That night, Lu Zhao really came to pick him up.
Xia Yu left late today and the gallery was empty, so Lu Zhao went upstairs to see him.
It was his first time to visit Xia Yu's gallery, even though he had passed by it countless times.
The gallery was very quiet at night. Most of the precious collections were stored in the warehouse, but there were also paintings hung outside for display. Lu Zhao was not a person who was keen on art. At most, he was slightly influenced by his grandmother.
But as I walked along, those red and blue oil paints and the winding lines extended all the way, and under the cold and bright light, they looked like a beautiful and misty fantasy.
At the end of the illusion, stood Xia Yu.
Xia Yu smiled at him and said, "Wait for me a moment and lock the office."
Lu Zhao followed Xia Yu into the office.
Lu Zhao looked at the scene in front of him silently.
Xia Yu’s office is very neat, with white walls and a white desk. It is modern, simple, clean and tidy. Only the green ivy on the windowsill adds a touch of bright color.
But he remembered that Xia Yu didn’t have this style before
When Xia Yu was with him, she was still a college student. She was depressed every day because of the teacher's homework. Their college has always been lively and unrestrained, and they allow students to have a lot of freedom, but there are too many geniuses, and Xia Yu also felt a lot of pressure, biting the paintbrush and splashing on the floor.
Lu Zhao still remembers that Xia Yu was lying on the floor of the studio, his face covered with gouache and his white shirt was also stained with a few spots of it, like a little cat, and he said dejectedly that he didn't want to do it anymore.
"Forget about dropping out of school," Xia Yu sat up from the floor dejectedly. He was barefoot, with red marks on his ankles from pinching. He pouted, "I'll go home and wait for my brother to support me. My brother is so capable, he shouldn't mind having a useless little guy like me."
Lu Zhao scoffed at this.
But he also felt that this was in line with Xia Yu's spoiled personality. He was like a precious pet who was only suitable to be surrounded by a greenhouse and flowers.
But now three years have passed, Xia Yu has graduated long ago, and he did not really wait peacefully for his brother to support him. Instead, he has his own career and can slowly stand on his own.
He sat opposite Xia Yu, watching Xia Yu busying himself and sorting out a list. Suddenly, he thought that Xia Yu obviously loved him so much in the past and wanted to be with him, but even when she was joking and acting coquettish, she would never say that she wanted him to support her, but called him brother.
Perhaps in Xia Yu's heart, the boundaries have been clearly drawn: his brother can be relied on, but he is not.
Lu Zhao lowered his eyes and felt that the office was a bit stuffy.
"I'm ready." Xia Yu packed up his things and looked up, "Let's go."
They went out of the building together.
It was raining a little outside. Lu Zhao was holding an umbrella, while Xia Yu was wrapped in Lu Zhao's clothes and walked towards the car.
Xia Yu's nose was filled with Lu Zhao's faint woody scent, cold and restrained.
He asked Lu Zhao, "Aren't you busy with work recently? Do you still have time to pick me up?"
Lu Zhao said, "Not bad."
In fact, how could he not be busy? He just squeezed out time for Xia Yu. After Xia Yu left, he spent most of his time working overtime, and his sleep time was compressed to the limit.
But he didn't want to take credit for this from Xia Yu, as this was his job.