The drawing competition was held in the fine arts building of a college on the outskirts of the city.
For the game at nine in the morning, the family of three arrived at seven o'clock. A banner was being pulled at the door, and while there were not many people, Jiang Xuemei took a group photo with her two children under the banner, saying that she would wash it out and bring it back to hang at home.
I bought breakfast at a nearby stall, three buns and a bag of soy milk per person.
Yi Hui held the bag of soy milk in his hand and studied it for a long time. He didn't know where to put his mouth. Jiang Yimang took it and bit a gap, inserted a straw and handed it back: "No one knows you here, don't be polite. ."
Yi Hui had never drunk this kind of bagged drink, so he hesitated to take it, and after observing for a while, he leaned in and took a sip. Jiang Yimang asked him if it was good, he bit the straw and nodded, "It's good."
It was rare for Jiang Xuemei to see her son compliment something delicious, so she gave him her bag and asked, "Didn't you like to eat sweets before?"
Yi Hui choked, covered his mouth and coughed violently. Jiang Yimang patted him on the back and explained on his behalf, "Dr. Liu said that he might change. It's not unusual for his taste to be different from before."
The mother and daughter are both carefree, Jiang Xuemei easily accepted this theory, let Yi Hui go in and play well, and come out to eat dessert together.
This time, there is nothing to say about the competition. The theme is set early in the morning. Although the painting is on the spot, the contestants have enough time to prepare in advance, and most of them have specific ideas.
Besides, it wasn't a regular game. Yi Hui knew that Jiang Xuemei just wanted to find a way to lead him out, so he was not nervous and walked into the game with the idea of focusing on participating.
Spreading out the painting tools, when I looked up, I saw the big word "Chaoyang" written on the blackboard. Perhaps because of the relationship between the campus group, the surrounding contestants mostly started with landscape paintings. Yi Hui took a different approach. First, he outlined the outline of a person in the center of the drawing paper to the right, and filled the whole body with bright light. There was no sun on the entire paper. , but you can see that the person in the painting came with the light when the sun was rising.
Since his rebirth, Yi Hui has been under the influence of the original owner's body almost all the time while retaining his memories. In the past, although he was thin, his physical fitness was good, but now he has a cold and fever every three days, and he can't drink too much cold water. So he took it for granted that he would inherit a little bit of the original owner's painting habits, but after he actually started writing, he realized that he still kept more of his own brushwork.
The man in the painting stands against the light, his short hair fluttering in the breeze, and the golden morning light that has been split into innumerable strands drills out from every tiny crevice between his hair and shoulders. Cast shadows over. The man's chin was slightly raised, and his body was tall and straight, and he looked around suddenly, as if a god had descended with light.
Before the paint was dry, Yi Hui hurriedly handed over the painting.
He didn't dare to take another look at the person in the painting, for fear that the face with his back to the sun would become concretized in his mind and overlap with the other face.
After packing up the painting equipment and going out, I originally planned to meet Jiang Xuemei and Jiang Yimang directly from the main entrance, but I didn't expect to meet acquaintances on campus.
To be precise, Jiang Yihui's acquaintance, a handsome boy, also came to participate in the competition. When he saw him, he waved desperately, "Jiang Yihui!"
Yi Hui turned a deaf ear and walked forward with his head buried in his arms. The boy chased after him tirelessly, blocking his way with open arms: "Jiang Yihui, why are you ignoring me?"
Yi Hui had nowhere to hide, so panicked that he didn't dare to lift his head: "No, no."
Fortunately, Jiang Yihui was not a gregarious person. The boy thought he had forgotten his name and reported to his family as Tang Wenxi, his college classmate.
"It's true that you didn't remember my name for four years in college, so I have to re-introduce myself every time. It's so embarrassing." Tang Wenxi complained, but he smiled happily, suddenly remembered something, and changed his words, "Oh no, it's two and a half years. I almost forgot that you dropped out of school in your third year."
Coincidence or not, the people around Jiang Yihui are very lively and interesting, so since his rebirth, the people he has met are just as kind and friendly as the boys in front of him. Yi Hui, who was infected, could not help but relax his body, put down his guard, and chatted a few words with the boy about the game that had just ended.
At the end, Tang Wenxi invited Yi Hui to have lunch: "Let's have a meal together. It's in the small restaurant outside the school. There are also a few younger brothers and sisters there. It just so happens that we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Yi Hui naturally refused, saying that his mother and sister were still waiting for him outside.
"Let's go together then." Tang Wenxi said enthusiastically, "Anyway, there are not many people, so I can sit down."
Yi Hui was afraid of getting along with strangers, and was racking his brains to refuse. Someone walked quickly from not far away: "Why don't you just take something? Why did you go so long."
It was here to find Tang Wenxi. Yi Hui breathed a sigh of relief and planned to take advantage of the chaos to slip away, but Tang Wenxi was determined to keep him for dinner, so he grabbed his arm and pushed him forward: "Cheng Xuan, this is what I mentioned to you before, we The art genius in the class, Jiang Yihui."
Hearing the other party's name, Yi Hui subconsciously shrank his neck, and didn't dare to look up.
Zhou Jinheng had a friend with this name, and he was very afraid of Zhou Jinheng's friends.
However, this name is very common, and the capital is so big, it should not be so coincidental.
Yi Hui comforted himself in his heart. Just as he was about to raise his head to say hello, the other party said first, "Yi Hui? Why are you here?"
After coming out of the Public Security Bureau, Zhou Jinheng answered the phone and started the car to the airport.
"Where are you playing?" asked Yang Chengxuan on the other end of the phone.
Zhou Jinheng held the steering wheel with one hand, slammed on the clutch and turned to reverse: "Public Security Bureau."
"Really called the police?" Yang Chengxuan laughed, "As for him, he is so big, can he still be kidnapped?"
Zhou Jinheng couldn't help laughing, and said with a serious expression: "I sent someone from S City, but the capital can only find the police."
Yang Chengxuan asked, "Have you checked the entry and exit areas?"
"His passport has expired and he cannot leave the country."
"Fake passport?"
Zhou Jinheng snorted coldly: "With his IQ, do you know how to buy fake passports?"
"Yes." Yang Chengxuan pondered for a while, and said, "After thinking about it, he only has the value of the corrupted money. He has not been contacted for so long. Obviously, it is not a kidnapping... Did he just disappear out of thin air?"
Zhou Jinheng was not in the mood to joke with him at the moment: "If there is news, hurry up and tell me, if there is no news, I will hang up."
"Ehhhh, don't worry, of course I have something to call you." Yang Chengxuan said without being rude, "I just met a person who looks very similar to Yi Hui, on the campus of D University."
"and then?"
"Tsk, aren't you curious?"
Zhou Jinheng frowned and said impatiently, "If you say 'very similar', it means it's not him."
Yang Chengxuan on the other end of the phone laughed: "You still know me. It's not, I specifically confirmed it."
Instead, it aroused Zhou Jinheng's curiosity: "How did you confirm it?"
"Isn't there a big scar on the back of his hand?" Yang Chengxuan said indifferently, "I looked carefully, both hands were white and clean, nothing."
Hanging up the phone, the wheels are spinning at high speed on the ground, and Zhou Jinheng's brain is also running non-stop.
The scar in Yang Chengxuan's mouth was actually a burn.
The little fool has white skin, and it is easy to leave marks on his body, not to mention the boiling hot water is poured directly on it.
More than once, Guang Zhou Jinheng remembered as many as three times.
The first time was accidentally, the little fool got up early, afraid that he was thirsty and poured water to the bed, but he slapped it away when he just woke up and was suffocating, the cup fell on the ground and smashed, and the hot water was spilled. A little fool.
The second time was under the invisible threat of the eldest brother, and the little fool went out for Valentine's Day. He and Fang Youqing used to go to the restaurant he went to, so the more he looked at the little fool sitting across from him, the more disgusting he became. , raised his hand and shoved the dish in front of him, and the barbecue pot suddenly fell over, and the hot edge just touched the hand of the little fool.
If the first two times can be counted as unintentional, the third time is a little intentional.
That day, he heard that Fang Youqing had been admitted to his favorite art academy in country M, and he would not be able to return to China in the next two or three years. With the last hope disappearing before his eyes, he was trapped in this absurd marriage cage. I couldn't do it, and my mood fell to the bottom in an instant.
Everyone else knows that when he is angry, he runs away, but the little idiot is ignorant and follows him, asking him what's wrong, why he is not happy, and letting him eat, saying that he can eat something sweet and drink some hot water. All right.
He was annoyed by the little fool, full of anger and nowhere to vent, he asked the little fool to hold the cup, and he picked up the kettle and poured it into the cup. Seeing that the little fool was scalded through the wall of the cup, it was not enough to gasp. The cup didn't stop when it was full. It was as if he was stunned. He let the freshly boiled water overflow and sprinkled on the little fool, holding the cup tightly. hand.
That's how the scar on the back of the hand came about. If someone else applied the scald cream for a few days, it might be fine. The little fool didn't know how to apply it, and he covered it all day so that no one could see it, until the wound sloughed off, and the scar was permanently left on the body.
Thinking that the little fool didn't let go when he was scalded to tears, Zhou Jinheng's expression became more dignified, his lips pursed into a cold line.
Using youth and arrogance as an excuse to anger an innocent person, he also felt that he was too bad at the time. But the little fool not only did not blame him, but also tried his best to hide it from others. Zhou Jinheng occasionally found out that when he asked questions, he would open his eyes and sincerely say that he didn't hurt, and said, "I know you didn't mean it, it doesn't matter. The scars will disappear in a few days."
The little fool has no concept of time, and he doesn't take the scar on his hand for more than two years. When asked by his brother, he just said that he accidentally touched it.
That's it, can it be called "good to me"
Zhou Jinheng twitched the corners of his mouth, but did not smile. The text message that Cheng Feichi relayed to him, as if a heavy punch fell on him, smashed the truth he guessed and thought he thought, and told him not to treat the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and a little fool to be the same as his face. The trust and love for him are integrated into the passing time, and as long as you look back, you can see the traces.
By the way, text messages, mobile phones!
With one breath, Zhou Jinheng slammed the steering wheel and turned around less than two kilometers away from the airport.
Before the car was running smoothly, he couldn't wait to call the assistant: "Where did I throw the phone I gave you last time?"
At two o'clock in the afternoon, downstairs in the company, Xiaolin watched the red sports car flick its tail, and stopped in front of him firmly. He couldn't help opening his mouth and yawned again.
Yesterday's fan meeting was held from the afternoon until dark. After the end, he stayed with the other staff to clean up the scene and went home to rest in the middle of the night. He was still stunned when he was woken up by Zhou Jinheng's phone call, and it took him a long time to remember the phone he wanted. which one is it.
Although he has not been with Zhou Jinheng for a long time, Xiaolin has roughly figured out his temper and habits. He knows that the most important thing to be his assistant is to help him take care of the rear. One day, when I think of it, I turn around and ask him for it.
Therefore, when he handed back the phone that had just been abandoned to Zhou Jinheng, Xiaolin couldn't help but feel a little smug about it.
Unexpectedly, after Zhou Jinheng took the phone, his face was still gloomy, and his body exuded a low air pressure that no one should enter. When he turned on the phone, he waved his hand and told him that he could leave.
Xiaolin turned around and closed the door three steps at a time. There was a soft click, and Zhou Jinheng was the only person left in the huge conference room.
The phone was also turned on smoothly at this time. Seeing the innocent smiling little fool on the wallpaper, Zhou Jinheng slid past impatiently for the first time, but stared at it for a long time until the screen timed out and the little fool's face suddenly disappeared from sight. middle.
His heart was heavy, as if being dragged down by something heavy. Zhou Jinheng took a few deep breaths, tried his best to suppress the unbridled unease in his heart, turned on the phone again, and unlocked it.
Almost at the same time, the mobile phone vibrated one after another, and the text messages that were not received at the award ceremony venue with poor signal last time poured in at the same time.
It wasn't until the phone stopped shaking that Zhou Jinheng moved his stiff thumb and tapped into the text message interface.
More than a dozen missed call reminders, all from "a Hui Hui".
The little fool didn't know that he turned off his mobile phone and left it in the car after being drunk that day and never touched it, nor did he know that when he returned to work in the capital, he simply bought a new mobile phone and changed the number by the way.
The little fool doesn't know anything, just remembers what he promised, and calls the number that has been abandoned by him over and over again, looking forward to his return to celebrate his birthday together.
The call time is very regular. From 6:00 p.m. to more than 1:00 a.m. the next day, a call is made every half an hour, as if he is afraid of disturbing him, Zhou Jinheng can even imagine the cautious and full of expectation when the little fool dials the phone. .
There must also be flowers and cakes, his favorite white, his favorite flavor.
Putting down the phone, Zhou Jinheng closed his eyes. In the past two days, he was busy with work and looking for people everywhere. At this time, there was no one around, and tiredness crept up between his brows.
In addition to being tired, what made him not want to open his eyes and face him was the sudden influx of memories because of this string of missed calls.
He remembered that on his birthday, he was very drunk. He heard from other people that Fang Youqing was back. He drove to the airport on impulse, and was blown by the cold wind on the way. Only then did he feel that the news was full of loopholes, and he was clearly talking to him. joke.
He remembered how embarrassed he felt when he realized he had been deceived, and how he beat up the joker, forgot the phone that was left in the back seat, and the agreement with the little fool.
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