On the way to the Artists Association to accept the award the next day, Yi Hui was still sneezing.
"Did I rob you of your quilt last night?" Tang Wenxi asked worriedly, "After a dose of medicine, not only is this cold not getting better, why is it even worse?"
Yi Hui stuffed the paper he had wiped his nose into into the plastic bag he carried with him, and said in a heavy voice, "No, it's like this when I catch a cold, and it won't get better for a while."
When he arrived at the pre-booked hotel last night, Tang Wenxi suddenly wanted to stay with Yi Hui, saying he was afraid that he would be alone. Originally I wanted to change the big bed room to a standard room, but the front desk said there was no vacancy, so the two big boys squeezed in one bed for one night.
Even if Yi Hui said it wasn't his problem, Tang Wenxi was still a little embarrassed, scratched his hair and said, "Please stay at my house tonight, I'll sleep on the sofa, and you will occupy my bed!"
This time, it was Yi Hui's turn to be embarrassed. He shied away, and Tang Wenxi repeatedly invited him, saying that his parents were very kind and amiable, and he was shaken: "Really... don't bother?"
Tang Wenxi patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I've been harassing you at your house for so long, and my mother asked me to take you home as a guest on the phone yesterday, and make you sweet and sour pork loin, vinegar-rolled prawns, and shredded silk. apple!"
Yi Hui was addicted to sweets, and these dishes held his life firmly. He swallowed dryly and nodded, "Then... I'm sorry."
The award ceremony was arranged in the courtyard of the Capital Artists Association, and the two found a seat in the back row.
Tang Wenxi also won the award, and when he came back from the stage with the certificate of excellence, he bounced like a rabbit. When Yi Hui got up, he was even more excited, jumping up and down like a monkey, holding his mobile phone and slapped the stage.
Yi Hui was afraid of being seen by former acquaintances and did not want to take a photo. He covered his face with a certificate throughout the process, and even shook his head when he said a few acceptance speeches. At the end of the team, Tang Wenxi moved down from the stage at the end of the team, and Tang Wenxi shouted that it was a pity.
"The only imperfection is this outfit." On the way back, Tang Wenxi regretted looking at the photos on his phone, "You said you are a good artist, what do you usually wear?"
Yi Hui said with a smile: "My mother bought it, it's just comfortable to wear."
When he arrived at Tang Wenxi's house and greeted his parents, he was dragged into the bedroom, closed the door, pulled the curtains, and... opened the cabinet door.
Tang Wenxi's wardrobe is very large, occupying two entire walls, he took it and threw it into Yi Hui's arms: "I'm about the same size as you, try this, try this again, this one is fine, pink Match your skin color, hurry up, wear it for me to see."
Yi Hui didn't expect him to have a hobby of dressing up. He played with him like a puppet for a long time, and finally put on a shirt and vest. Tang Wenxi eagerly took a bow tie and wanted to tie it around his neck. Yi Hui said helplessly: "Eat later, don't blame me if you get dirty."
Tang Wenxi smiled until his eyes narrowed: "No wonder, no wonder, I still have seven or eight of the same bow ties in my closet."
Yi Hui: "…"
During the meal, the Tang family's parents were very enthusiastic. One had just finished serving him dishes, and the other's chopsticks were also stretched out. Yi Hui said he couldn't eat it, so they brought him an empty bowl and put the vegetables next to him, saying that it would cool down quickly, so eat slowly.
Chatting during the banquet, when it comes to the award that I won today, Mother Tang praised Yi Hui to the sky and said, "If our Wenxi is half as good as you, I can wake up laughing from a dream."
Yi Hui was embarrassed and said, "Tang's aesthetic level is very high, and he knows how to match clothes."
Father Tang smiled: "That's true, he wanted to study fashion design when he was in college."
Yi Hui was puzzled: "Then why..."
Tang Wenxi chewed on the food and said vaguely, "My mother thinks that being a tailor is useless, so she changed my wishes when I wasn't paying attention."
Yi Hui was speechless again, thinking that it was indeed a family, and finally he knew how Tang Wenxi's cheerful personality was developed.
After dinner, I received a call from Dr. Liu.
This week's routine conversation was canceled because Yi Hui went to the capital to win the award. Dr. Liu asked him on the phone how he was doing these days. After getting a normal answer, he congratulated him as a friend for winning the gold award.
"Thank you, it's not some kind of prize with high gold content, it's not that powerful..." Yi Hui began to feel embarrassed again, and retreated to the courtyard of Tang Wenxi's house while talking on the phone.
The Tang family lives on the first floor. The first floor of the old-fashioned community has a small yard. Although it is not as big as theirs, it can grow trees and flowers, but at least it can support a folding table and two small stools.
Yi Hui sat down on one of the stools, turned his back to the hollowed-out iron gate of the yard, and continued to talk to Dr. Liu on the phone: "There is a bonus, I'm going to buy a camera for my sister... Myself? No, I don't have anything I want. Painting is mainly for fun, and the bonus is second... I have to continue to practice calligraphy, don't you say that writing more can exercise my brain? I also bring copybooks with me when I come to the capital."
Dr. Liu on the other end of the phone went into counseling mode again, asking him what was around him and asking him to describe it to him, or draw or write it down.
Yi Hui responded, stood up and was about to look around when suddenly someone hugged him from behind.
"Don't tell me when you come back?" The man was taller than him, easily trapped him in his arms, and approached his ear, "Which wild man are you talking to on the phone, eh?"
Yi Hui was so frightened that his hair stood on end because of the heat sprayed on his ear, and he almost jumped up in fright.
After breaking the shackles, he ran to the base of the wall, turned his head and saw that it was Yang Chengxuan.
Yang Chengxuan was stunned when he saw it, and looked up and down, as if he couldn't figure out how Tang Wenxi's clothes could be on him.
Then he came back to his senses and raised his hands to show his innocence: "I'm sorry, I've admitted the wrong person."
Yi Hui was still panting, trying to restrain his heart palpitations, so panicked that he didn't know how to respond.
It was Yang Chengxuan who moved first. He took a step forward and saw Yi Hui was so frightened that he stepped back like a gentleman, but the smile on his face showed a hint of playfulness: "Tsk, not only does he look alike, but even this timid person It looks very similar."
At the same time, in the monitoring room of the Capital Airport, Zhou Jinheng dropped the call from Yang Chengxuan.
The monitoring here is not something he can just adjust as he wants. Yesterday, Xiao Lin had a closed door. He personally went there and was unable to see the person in charge. Finally, he asked Zhou Huarong to help him clear the relationship, and he had the opportunity to enter the monitoring room today. in.
You can only watch it when you come in, you can't copy it and take it away, so Zhou Jinheng adjusted the images from all angles during the time period yesterday, and stared at the screen intently without blinking.
There is a corner of the hall nearby, and the monitoring angle is narrow. The first place Zhou Jinheng saw was hardly photographed, and he could only see a thin silhouette hurriedly passing by.
On the contrary, the surveillance from another angle captured the front. I saw the man hurriedly ran into the camera, then turned into the corner, leaned back against the wall, and used the stone pillar beside him to cover his body.
"Just here, stop for a while." Zhou Jinheng said quickly.
The picture freezes and zooms in. Because the camera is hung too high, the picture taken is not clear, and you can barely see the coffee-colored knitted tunic and the blue sweater that is very out of tune.
Faces are even more difficult to distinguish, and seeing the facial features is the limit, but all the people who have appeared in the surveillance screen have two eyes, one nose and one mouth, which can make normal people face blind.
On the side, Xiao Lin leaned over and looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see a specific outline: "This is..."
Before he could match this face with someone he had seen before, Zhou Jinheng said, "Yi Hui."
Xiao Lin froze in place and reacted for a long time: "Mr. Yi has not already..."
"It's Yi Hui."
Zhou Jinheng's tone was affirmative. He picked up the phone and started dialing. The busy tone from the other end made him a little impatient. After dialing several times, Xiaolin saw that his dialing fingers were trembling slightly.
"Record... By the way, the ride record!" Zhou Jinheng stared at the person on the screen for a few seconds, his eyes became firmer, and then turned around and left.
In the long and narrow corridor, Xiaolin ran to keep up: "That's not Mr. Yi, you read it wrong."
"It's him." Zhou Jinheng looked ahead and gritted his teeth, "It's him, I can't see wrong."
Xiao Lin's face was sullen: "There are thousands of people in this world, and there are countless similar faces, and there are celebrities who hit their faces."
Zhou Jinheng couldn't hear it, and insisted: "That's him."
He and Yi Hui have been together for so long, every little gesture and demeanor of Yi Hui can't escape his eyes, and he can never see it wrong.
Xiao Lin was forced to help, and raised his voice: "But Mr. Yi has passed away, you..."
The unfinished half sentence disappeared in Zhou Jinheng's sudden stop.
As if being beaten up, or suddenly awakened from his sleep, he opened his mouth, all the excitement and joy he had before disappeared, and there was only boundless blankness in his eyes.
Zhou Jinheng couldn't get any of Yi Hui's relics, and he couldn't even see him for the last time.
At first he felt unwilling, even angry. He is the closest person to Yi Hui. They have done the most intimate things in the world, whether crying or laughing, shy at the beginning or debauchery after getting better, he has seen all the appearances of Yi Hui, why? Don't let him see him
Later, he gradually calmed down, and the people around him were the same as usual. No one mentioned any words related to Yi Hui in front of him, so he let himself be numb every day. Without time to think, it can be assumed that the person has never occupied his mind.
After a long time, Zhou Jinheng thought he had succeeded. He filled his life to the fullest, he worked hard, received many announcements, and did not give himself even a minute of respite. In the eyes of others, he was just a workaholic, and the rest was no different from before.
Even he himself thought so, before getting off the plane yesterday.
He called Zhou Huarong again, but this time Zhou Jinheng didn't call him "an old man", his words were sincere, and his eyebrows were so pleasing that he felt disgusted, but he was ruthlessly reprimanded.
"Didn't you say that you have to rely on yourself in the future? That's all you need to adjust the monitoring, and now you need the passenger list for yesterday's flight?" Zhou Huarong sneered, "Thank you for thinking about it, when the airline runs in our house? I warn you, don't Let Yi Hui help you in the past, and now you want to continue to do things in front of me? Dreaming!"
Just hung up, and received a call from Yang Chengxuan: "You boy, why did you hang up on me just now?"
Zhou Jinheng leaned his back against the wall, exhaled and said, "It's wrong."
"What have you been busy with recently? It's been a long time since I came out for a party. Are you free to have a meal together at night? I have something interesting here, you must... "
"No." Before the other end could finish, Zhou Jinheng refused, "There is still work."
"What's the matter with you recently? I haven't seen you so busy before. Why, your family is bankrupt, wait for you to make money in the entertainment industry and go back to rescue?"
Zhou Jinheng didn't have the heart to joke with him: "No, I'm really busy."
"Tsk, I can't ask you, and Fang Youqing can't do it? I heard that he will hold an art exhibition in a while. Although it is co-organized with several other young painters, it is the first time in his life. Didn't you say when you were in school that you would definitely help with his first art exhibition?"
Zhou Jinheng sighed: "When?"
Yang Chengxuan said with a smile: "That's right. People can't be resurrected from the dead, and he doesn't want to see you like this in the sky. Your workaholic attribute doesn't match you at all. Come out and get together with your brothers, have a drink and sing. Sing, meet an old lover, come back to an old love..."
"But I miss him." Zhou Jinheng's sudden remark interrupted Yang Chengxuan's eloquence.
As if a certain switch was pressed, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time flowed out through the cracked mouth. One by one pierced the skin and plunged into the flesh.
Zhou Jinheng's face twitched in pain, he took a breath, and repeated: "I miss him so much."
His voice was hoarse, almost choking.
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, the emotion not only did not decay, but intensified, as if it was bottomless, and it seemed that it was about to overflow, and it was about to overflow.
He could finally admit that he was thinking about Yi Hui like crazy.
As long as he stops like this, even for a second, Yi Hui's appearance can occupy all his mind, happy, sad, his eyes are red with fright, holding his hand and saying "husband don't be angry" , and the face that always greeted him with a smile every time he came home.
After that day, he never returned home and never saw such a beautiful smile.
Xiao Lin, who had been standing silently beside him, felt as if he had heard something that he should not have heard.
He turned around when the phone line was over there. He wanted to dig out something from Zhou Jinheng's expression, such as who was on the phone and who he was missing.
Xiaolin thought vigorously, 80% of it was the legendary first love. Last time I dug him up early in the morning to book a flight back to the capital from S City, wasn't it just to pick up that person
He didn't intend to spy on his privacy, he just wanted to collect some necessary information to facilitate his future work, so as not to step on the thunder, so when Zhou Jinheng put down his mobile phone in a slump, he pretended to glance at it inadvertently.
Just a glance, Xiao Lin was stunned. Zhou Jinheng replaced the old phone that he had thrown away before, but he didn't change the wallpaper, it was Mr. Yi's smiling face at the camera than V.
It was the only picture of Mr. Yi he had ever seen, and probably the only one Zhou Jinheng had.
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