Not long after returning home, Yi Hui really had a fever.
The heat was so fierce that it almost engulfed his entire consciousness. In a daze, the only thing that could be recognized in front of him was the tall, tall figure walking into the dark night.
Out of habit and instinct, he wanted to chase and touch, but the remaining rationality forced him to stop all his life. He could only stand there and watch the figure go further and further away.
It was afternoon when he opened his eyes again, Jiang Yimang was sitting by the bed doing cross-stitching, seeing Yi Hui woke up, he hurriedly helped him sit up and brought the warm water to his mouth: "How long will I sit here, you can say How long have you been dreaming, are you thirsty? Hurry up and drink more."
Yi Hui was startled, he didn't care about drinking water, and hurriedly asked, "What did I say?"
Jiang Yimang smiled slyly: "I heard everything, who I like and who I hate."
Seeing that she was still in the mood to betray her, Yi Hui heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he probably didn't say anything shocking in his sleep.
After drinking the water, I felt a lot more comfortable. Yi Hui thought about the unfinished painting and immediately threw himself into work.
Jiang Yimang helped him put the small table on the bed, and while plugging in the laptop, he asked, "Brother, did you come back alone today?"
When Yi Hui got home, it was almost dawn. Without disturbing Jiang Xuemei and Jiang Yimang, who were sleeping, they opened the door and went back to their room. When they woke up early in the morning and saw him lying on the bed, Jiang Yimang felt strange.
"Well," Yi Hui lowered his head and fiddled with the tablet, "alone."
Jiang Yimang pointed to the supermarket shopping bag that was placed with the backpack: "Then who bought this bag?"
Yi Hui said without looking at it, "I bought it."
"Tsk tsk tsk." Jiang Yimang finally caught the loophole, reached out and took out a handful of candy chocolates from the shopping bag, "You bought this too? Just climb a hill, as for buying so many..."
Yi Hui was stunned for a moment, and then made up a random reason: "I'm almost finished eating at home, I'll buy more by the way."
Over there, Jiang Yimang was still chattering and doubting, Yi Hui looked at the pile of colorful packaging and fell into thought.
When I was in the convenience store, it seemed that I did see the man wandering around the candy and sweets counter for a long time.
Different flavors of fudge, toffee, fruit candy, lollipops, different shapes of chocolate beans, chocolate bars, chocolate bars, and individually packaged cream pastries. That person doesn't like sweets, and he would never even look at these things before, but now he would put a lot of effort into choosing them carefully. Yi Hui was surprised, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a bit of confusion in his heart.
He was so disgusted in the past, sneering at him for being childish, and annoyed that he made the house smell sweet, why can he bear it now
Yi Hui secretly shook his head, interrupting this useless thought.
It may be because of the freshness, or it may be unaccustomed to the disappearance of the eyes that follow him, and he is unwilling.
Not because of liking anyway.
Perhaps the words he said before the separation were enough to hurt people, but Zhou Jinheng disappeared in the next few days and never appeared again.
Intuition told Yi Hui that this time he really left. So his life was back on track. He painted, did housework, and went out for a walk every day. Except that he felt that the neighbors around him were taking extra care of him, everything went back to normal.
Not even the only doubt existed for long. One day, I received a gift from Jiang Yimang, a set of molds for making chocolate candies. The patterns are clear, the workmanship is excellent, and there are no burrs. Among them, there is a style that gathers various Doraemon shapes.
Yi Hui looked horizontally and vertically and saw that this item didn't look like something you could buy at the stationery store in front of the school, let Jiang Yimang tell the truth, Jiang Yimang's eyes flickered: "Our school's stationery store is amazing, everything can come in. When I arrive, I'm not a regular customer there, ask the boss to pay attention to me when buying goods, and he will bring it for me."
Yi Hui believed half of it. After all, the girl is attentive, and any gadgets can be delivered to his heart.
The original motives for giving gifts that were not very clear have gradually emerged, and it can be speculated that it was to take care of his recent ups and downs. The mother and daughter of the Jiang family discussed something in private and took care of the surrounding neighbors. Apart from this, Yi Hui couldn't think of any other possibilities.
The mother and daughter refused to tell him without telling him, so he pretended not to know, and while enjoying the care, he gave back to them as much as possible in his own way.
For example, for the group portrait of Jiang Yimang and her little sisters, the last penny was confiscated.
The girls were very sorry, saying that just by looking at the pictures, they knew how much care and effort it took to draw them, and they felt uneasy about not accepting them at all.
Yi Hui smiled and said to them, "If you can help me with recommendations, I'll do more work."
A casual polite remark, I didn't expect that the girls would take it as a task and carry it out seriously. The more fans posted on Weibo, the less fans turned to Moments, and the few who were in the fan circle with Jiang Yimang were sent to the major fan groups. In the words of He Chao, he desperately shouted to help him.
The effect was remarkable, and orders came flooding in, mostly avatars and sketches. At first, Yi Hui didn’t choose, he didn’t refuse anyone who came, and he took orders. Later, because it was too late to paint, he had to set a rule—only accept two orders a week, and if the composition was complicated, the working hours would be postponed later.
In addition to the good publicity of the girls, Yi Hui's good painting is also one of the important reasons for the "booming business".
He has been studying painting for more than ten years, and he gets up early every day to practice basic skills, no matter the winter or heat, so even if his brain was not smart in his previous life, the time spent in sweat will never be in vain. One was better than the other, and he quickly became popular in the circle of online painters.
At first, Yi Hui didn't know what "red" was. Jiang Yimang told him that the most intuitive proof of "red" was the increase in the number of followers on Weibo. Yi Hui compared it. In the past, posting an appointment on Weibo was like talking to himself. Not only did people like and comment, but they also posted interesting photos and reposted them.
Yi Hui, who had first tasted the taste of popularity, was a little apprehensive while being happy. Everyone else started to play big cards and perfunctory things, but he did the opposite and became more serious. Every job he received was done with his heart. Even if Party A was satisfied, he would take the initiative to raise the standard. Do your best to be perfect, for fear of smashing your own brand.
The consequence of this is that the time spent drawing is increasing day by day. I finally found time to make chocolates and candies that day. I put the filled molds in the refrigerator. When I closed the refrigerator door and looked up, my eyes fell on the courtyard through the kitchen window, and I suddenly found that the leaves of the loquat tree had fallen by half. , a few pieces fell on the reclining chair next to them, and were blown to the ground by the wind, giving birth to a little bleak for no reason.
The climate in the south is warm, and many flowers and plants are evergreen all year round. After staying here for a long time, he almost forgot the existence of winter.
Back in the room, I picked up my phone and sent a Weibo: Is it snowing where you are
The Internet has brought people in different places into the distance, and not long after it was sent, the comments were occupied by a variety of place names. Some people said with a sad face that they had never seen snow in their life, some said that it was falling right now, the second game this year, and some people asked the blogger if he had never seen snow before, and if he wanted to show him the street scene of the capital.
The blogger Yi Hui, whose location is in the south of the country, smiled knowingly, thinking that half of my home is in the capital, and it’s not easy to see the snow
Thinking like this, he didn't dare to contact his brother and sister-in-law who settled in the capital casually. For fear of scaring them, he secretly watched them, knowing that they were doing well.
When I was about to cut out Weibo, there were two more new messages in the private message, from Dora Hem: It's snowing.
Yi Hui clicked on the photo and saw that the angle of view seemed to be standing inside the house and taking pictures outside the window. There was a thick layer of snow on the eaves of the low roof, and the quaint carved window lattices were also affected. Two or three flower bones are faintly exposed.
Yi Hui replied: You haven't gone back yet
A while ago, Dora Hem said that he was going on a business trip abroad, and then sent some local photos every once in a while. Yi Hui hadn't been to many places, and was very interested in the red walls, white tiles, and beautiful scenery that he sent him. He sent photos every day, so Yi Hui knew at a glance that he was still on a business trip.
Doraemon: Well, I'll stay here for a while.
Yi Hui never went to work, and while thinking about the long business trip, the company is too much, he typed: Do you want to go home
Then came back a word: think.
Yi Hui pouted, thinking that this guy's reply was getting easier and simpler, and he didn't know if he really thought about it or was just perfunctory. After thinking about it, he asked: Who else is there besides you in your family
With the deepening of daily chat, Yi Hui unknowingly finished explaining his family situation. Occasionally, when his excitement passed, he remembered that he should be polite and care about Hen Hen's family situation.
Doraemon: There is also a sister.
Yi Hui wondered: No
Doraemon: Hmm.
Yi Hui felt uncomfortable hearing this. He knew the pain of not having his mother better than anyone else. He tried his best to comfort and said: I also have a sister, and my sister is the cutest [cute]
It doesn't seem to have any effect, and there is more hum and another "um".
The words are warm, and naturally make people aware of the other party's low mood that has not improved since the day he revealed his heart. Yi Hui is inexperienced in love and doesn't dare to make any suggestions, so he encourages him in his own way: You still have me [heart]
Dora Hem: You are busy painting others all day and ignore me.
Seeing this sentence with a bit of grievance, Yi Hui is like a husband who was caught by Hong Xing. He was so anxious that he blushed to the roots of his ears: No, that's work... If you want, I'll draw it for you too. !
Because of this promise, Zhou Jinheng, who was far away on the production crew, couldn't stay away for a whole afternoon.
Half of it was because of excitement, and Huihui finally agreed to paint for him again; the other half was because of entanglement, the opportunity was hard-won, what would be better to paint
When Yang Chengxuan came to visit the class, the snow had just stopped, and the sky was dark. In order to maintain the quaintness of the film and television city, there were few street lights on the roadside. Fortunately, the white snow on the ground reflected the last ray of light on the horizon, so that he would not step on the half-opening. cover the well.
"Fuck, what a broken place." Yang Chengxuan scolded and jumped away, not forgetting to mention Zhou Jinheng, "I asked you to push this shitty scene and don't shoot it, it wasn't enough to fall off Weiya before? Scar now? If you haven't fallen yet, you're rushing back, you're just idle."
Zhou Jinheng made a noncommittal "Hmm".
After walking for a while, Yang Chengxuan realized that he was still wandering in the sky and didn't listen to himself at all.
Back indoors, sitting on the sofa, Yang Chengxuan unceremoniously took a bottle of drink and opened it, gulping down half of it like drinking, and then patted it back on the table: "Come on, tell me, what new problems are there this time? Don't know what gift to give, or are they ignoring you again?"
The two have been friends from childhood to adulthood. They quarreled and bickered frequently. Not once did they really care, and within a few days, they got in touch again as if nothing happened.
It was Yang Chengxuan who ran to watch without saying hello before, but now it was Yang Chengxuan who came all the way to enlighten people. He figured it out, as long as Zhou Jinheng is chasing a living person, he can help him as a friend, no matter if he misidentifies, empathizes, or is looking for a substitute, the result is always the same.
After returning from climbing the mountain last month, Zhou Jinheng still remembers the ghostly appearance of Zhou Jinheng's lost soul. He really doesn't want to see this guy half-dead because of love, so he can help him if he can.
Yang Chengxuan said half-jokingly: "In my opinion, you might as well use some means to tie people home. Is there anything that can't be solved by a bed exchange? If there is, then twice."
When it comes to things related to Yi Hui, Zhou Jinheng finally listened. He frowned, "No."
He didn't dare to mention the word "going home" anymore. He knew that whenever he mentioned it, he would definitely be blocked back by Yi Hui with the phrase "you admit it's wrong".
Although such denials often hurt him, he left the town not because he flinched, but because he was afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions. His self-control was like nothing in front of Yi Hui, he didn't want to scare Yi Hui, and his little fool could no longer withstand even a little bit of wind and rain.
It is better for him to settle everything and leave first. Anyway, he can understand the situation over there at any time, and take this opportunity to approach from another direction. The long-lost smoothness allows him to breathe smoothly, and the heart that was pierced with blood seems to be healed.
"He promised to paint me." Zhou Jinheng smiled, as if remembering the good past, "I want him to paint something."
"Yo, that's ok." Yang Chengxuan clapped a few weakly, "Is this a staged victory, go out for a drink tonight?"
Zhou Jinheng shook his head: "No, I promise him to go to bed early every day in the future." After thinking about it, he said, "Since you have a fixed target, you should not go out and fool around."
The first time he was taught by Zhou Jinheng, Yang Chengxuan felt a little unhappy, and said casually: "The fixed object of the fart, just play, I'm not like you, I think it's easier to get out of your body than to pull a trousers."
At that time, I was thinking about other things and didn't worry about it. It wasn't until I took a bath and lay down at night that Zhou Jinheng slowly began to ponder the word "extract" in the heat.
Counting the years ahead, what he most desires is to get out of that marriage, and it is best to get out without dragging his feet. But now, he was clinging to that illusory tie, stubbornly trying to continue it.
Zhou Jinheng closed his eyes and slowly exhaled the stagnant air in his chest for a long time.
To let him go, unless he can completely remove Yi Hui from every scene in his memory, root it out, and leave no trace of it.
But he couldn't.
Fortunately he couldn't.
The words "I hate you" are still in my ears, and every subtle word is trembling. The more I think about it, the more obvious the meaning of resistance.
The corners of Zhou Jinheng's lips rose, evoking a faint smile.
Hate what? Not only can you change from being unfamiliar to liking, you can turn from hating to liking again.
What's more, this time he took his heart to change it.
On a sunny morning, Yi Hui just picked up his phone when he received a message from Dora Hem: Good morning.
Yi Hui rubbed his eyes with one hand and typed: Morning [sleep]
Doraemon: Didn't you wake up? Don't sleep for a while.
Yi Hui raised the corners of his mouth: No, get up and work [Come on]
After sending photos of breakfast to each other, Yi Hui drooled at the sweet tofu brains and hemp balls in the photos of Dora Hem, and suddenly remembered the business and asked: Do you want me to draw something
Doraemon: Well, draw something you like.
This answer left Yi Hui puzzled: shouldn't you draw what you like
Doraemon: I like everything you like.
Yi Hui inexplicably felt that these words were ambiguous. He just thought Hem was too kind and didn't want to embarrass himself. After thinking about it, he suggested: Do you want to paint flowers
Doraemon: Good.
Yi Hui: Roses
Doraemon: Good.
Yi Hui: You really like roses [insidious]
This time Dora Hem didn't say it well: he liked it.
Yi Hui, who was holding the phone, was stunned.
Roses have a special meaning to him. If the other person doesn't like it, he doesn't want to paint such a special kind of flower, especially as a gift to others.
He only gave roses to one person, only once, even though that person didn't care at all.
I don't know if he noticed his embarrassment, Dora Hem changed his words and said: Let's paint other flowers.
Yi Hui breathed a sigh of relief: Alright, as long as you can name the flower, I can draw it for you!
Doraemon: Really
Yi Hui learns from him: hum [cool]
Doraemon: That fireworks, okay
The author has something to say: Xiaozhou is ready to engage in romance, scold lightly... In my opinion, the part of abuse of Xiaozhou has not started yet, but it is coming soon (if there are additional modifications, you can clear the cache and refresh it).