When Ke Xun came out of the shower, Mu Yiran was talking on his mobile phone, his voice was very low, and he still spoke English.
Ke Xun avoided going to the bedroom, stretched out the quilt on the bed, and then took the phone back to the living room. Seeing that Mu Yiran had not finished calling, he made a gesture to him that he was going out.
Carrying the pockets containing Mu Yiran's suit jacket and shirt, Ke Xun went to the dry cleaner first, then went to the nearby supermarket, and received a call from Weidong halfway through.
Wei Dong: "What?"
Ke Xun: "Buy a set..."
Wei Dong: "Damn it! You got people started so quickly?!"
Ke Xun: "...Buy a set of pajamas. Can you let me tell the whole story first, your reaction is very dangerous."
Weidong: "... Damn, can you be in danger? Who knows what you want to do by fooling people into your home."
Ke Xun: "If you have something to say, you will fart. Brother, you have to buy something."
Wei Dong: "Why do you buy pajamas?!"
Ke Xun: "Give him some clothes. I guess he won't be able to leave tonight, and he won't be able to buy a ticket back to his house."
Wei Dong: "Yo, you have even figured out where they live. As expected of the old Siji."
Ke Xun: "Fuck off, I'm looking at his business card in his pocket."
Wei Dong: "Oh? Come on, what does Mr. Mu do? Is it a real boss or someone's star idol Xiao Xianrou?"
Ke Xun: "Anyway, it's definitely not wrong to be a 'guy'. As for how big this 'guy' is, we have to know more about it later."
Wei Dong: "Your so-called 'deepness' is not what I imagined it to mean?"
Ke Xun: "...I will obey you. My life is still hanging at the gate of hell, and my mind is still wretched here."
Wei Dong: "Otherwise, what's the matter? I can't hold my mother's thigh and cry every day for the remaining 13 days. My father said it, life is fast, and you can do whatever you want. The old Wei family goes back to the ancestors for ten years. Eight generations, all of them died with a smile, I guess I might not be able to laugh before I die, and it's a wretched end, right?"
Ke Xun: "... Our father's words are quite savage. Okay, then you continue to be lewd, I'll hang up if it's okay."
Wei Dong: "So what kind of 'guy' is Mr. Mu?"
Ke Xun: "...he is an art dealer, who has opened 16 galleries in 8 cities around the world.
Weidong: "...Wait a minute—is this all written on his business card?!"
Ke Xun: "Don't blame me for looking at you with mentally retarded eyes next time we meet - he only has the company name written on his business card. I searched the Internet with this name, and naturally I found them all."
Wei Dong: "... lie... Wait a minute, how old is he, and he has already opened sixteen galleries?!"
Ke Xun: "It is said that when he was fifteen years old, he had an eye for a painting by an unknown painter, bought it for $50,000, and sold it for $73 million."
Wei Dong: "...I felt a suffocation like a chrysanthemum."
Ke Xun: "He is quite well-known in the industry, and has a good reputation for his personal ability and aesthetic vision, so he can open 16 galleries around the world at a young age, do you still have any doubts?"
Weidong: "...I need to slow down... Last question, can these things about him be found online?"
Ke Xun: "Yeah. Not only is his biography profiled on the Internet, but the date of birth, height and weight measurements, specialties and hobbies are also very detailed. In addition, there are also information uploaded by his fans on YouTube when he was abroad. Passers-by Street Shots."
Weidong: "Wait, wait for the lights, wait for the lights - he still has fans?!"
Ke Xun: "What's so strange, these days, the courier boy and the delivery boy have his own fans. If a person is a cool and crazy boss Bingshan, he can't have thousands of fans and eight hundred fans? I There are still a hundred or so zombie followers on Weibo.”
Wei Dong: "...I think, the big boss Renmu has become so powerful that he is not from the same world as us. He can easily earn hundreds of millions of dollars, or US dollars, people and fan support clubs, although you have also been there. Our school has been elected as the school grass for three consecutive years, and now he is also a small gym owner, but in the global framework, it is obvious... and people are not in the same dimension. What happened to Renyi's oil painting characters, the style of painting is obviously inconsistent, don't you think?"
Ke Xun laughed angrily: "Who the hell is a stick figure?! Usually more brains, less brains! All right, get out of here, I'm going to the cashier to pay the bill!"
Then he hung up the phone.
A toothbrush, a towel, a set of pajamas, and a pair of loafers.
Mu Yiran's suit pants were gone, and he probably couldn't put on the suit jacket or the leather shoes on his feet when he was leaving.
Ke Xun walked back with the bag, and when he opened the door and entered the house, he paused, remembering what Wei Dong had just said and everything he had found about Mu Yiran on the Internet.
He and him, a proud son of the sky, a scumbag of the sky.
It's not really a man of the world.
Ke Xun laughed, brushed his hair, and stepped into the door.
Mu Yiran was sitting on the sofa with the phone on the low table.
"Aren't you busy with business?" Ke Xun asked.
Mu Yiran asked him blankly, "What brand is your phone?"
Ke Xun smiled and said, "Is your phone out of power? Fortunately, I use the same brand as you. The charger is in the bedroom, and it's plugged into the bedside socket."
Mu Yiran took the phone and got up and went to the bedroom.
Ke Xun thought to himself, such a big guy, still using such a civilian brand for his mobile phone, is quite grounded.
Ke Xun was too lazy to dry his clothes, so he bought a washing machine with a drying function. After washing and drying the newly bought pajamas, he took it to the bedroom.
Mu Yiran sat on the head of the bed and continued to call while charging the phone.
Ke Xun walked over and sat next to him until he finally hung up and was about to call again. Ke Xun stretched out his hand to block it: "Aren't you afraid of getting a slap in the face when you use the phone while charging?"
Mu Yi Ran glanced at him, pushed his hand away, but did not continue to dial, just said lightly: "Please find me a place to sleep."
Although the time outside did not pass when they were in the world in the painting, their body functions changed with the time and the environment in the painting, and no one slept well these days.
"If you don't dislike it, sleep in this room." Ke Xun put his pajamas on the bed, got up and walked out.
When I walked to the door, I heard Mu Yiran ask, "Where do you sleep?"
Ke Xun turned his head and smiled: "In my place, although the sparrow is small and complete, there is a guest room opposite this house, and there is a study on the other side of the living room. Although there are not many pieces of furniture, it is not a problem for me to sleep."
Mu Yi suddenly got up: "I'm going to sleep in the guest room."
Ke Xun waved his hand: "My friends have ruined the guest room so badly, you can sleep in this room." He closed the door and went out.
Mu Yiran stood up and sat back on the edge of the bed again.
The screen of the mobile phone gradually dimmed in his hand, reflecting a face with a deep thought.
After waiting like this for a while, Mu Yiran flashed the phone again, was about to dial, paused with her fingers, set the phone to Do Not Disturb, then put it on the pillow to continue charging, got up and closed the curtains, turned back to look at the bed. The new pajamas.
Ice blue color, solid color without pattern, only with white border on the edge.
It suits his color and style very well, and it can be seen that he was careful when choosing.
However, Mu Yiran still picked up the clothes and checked them carefully, in case there was something that started with B or F printed on it.
Put on pajamas, lift the quilt and go to bed.
The unfamiliar environment made it hard to sleep for a while, so I opened my eyes and looked at the snow-white walls above my head and around, and habitually analyzed the colors in front of me.
Ke Xun is a very complicated person.
A rambunctious, unrestrained, unruly temperament, but a house with a frigid style.
White walls, white floors, white furniture, doors and windows with black metal edges, lamps made of black lines and geometric figures, curtains and quilts in cool metal colors.
Even the bowls used for eating are pure white porcelain without any patterns and complex shapes.
A person's aesthetics is not unrelated to his underlying personality.
It is obvious that he in the photo is a warm tone full of sunshine.
This person is both casual and serious, arbitrary and persistent, warm and full, yet alienated and airy.
Mu Yiran didn't sleep for long, it was already dark when he opened his eyes, and it was eight o'clock in the evening.
He changed his pajamas, opened the door and left the bedroom, and saw that the door of the guest room on the opposite side was open.
Mu Yi paused, walked to the door and glanced in, but was stunned for a moment.
Instead of the imagined chaos of being "totally ruined", it was white and empty, not only without a bed, but also without a piece of furniture.
Walking into the living room, I found Ke Xun nestled on the sofa, most of them sunk deeply, and slept like a carefree Erha.
Mu Yi Ran looked at him silently for a while, then went to the bathroom.
When Ke Xun was woken up by the alarm clock set by his mobile phone, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening. The lights in the room were dark, and only the lights of the city outside the window were projected in the distance, imprinting colorful and mottled lights on the walls and floors.
Ke Xun sat down for a while, and suddenly his intuition was wrong. He got up and went to the bedroom. Seeing that the bedroom door was open, there was no one in the room.
After searching all the rooms, not even the toilet, Ke Xun finally confirmed that Mr. Mu left without saying goodbye, and took away pajamas, new towels, new toothbrushes, and new shoes.
Ke Xun scratched his head, sat back on the sofa, and looked at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Big Boss Mu is feeling sorry for watching him sleeping on the sofa, right? At this time, he might have lived in a hotel.
Want to give him a call? Ke Xun played with his mobile phone and thought, when he saw Mu Yiran's business card, he quietly wrote down his mobile phone number.
After hesitating for a few minutes, Ke Xun dialed the phone.
"Male god male god, guess who I am?"
As soon as the voice with a deliberately changed tone came out from the phone, Mu Yiran couldn't help but want to pinch his brows.
"What's the matter." Mu Yiran's voice did not contain the slightest emotion.
He cleared his throat on the other end of the phone, returned to his normal tone and told him seriously, "Your stuff has left my house."
Mu Yi frowned and thought for a while, but didn't remember what he had left, and asked, "What?"
"Me." The other end of the phone was still serious, but there was a little smile in the end.
"..." Mu Yiran's face sank, although the other party couldn't see it, "What's the matter with you?"
"I mean, you're too polite," Ke Xun scratched his ears and smiled on the other end of the phone, "I usually sleep on the sofa more than the bed, and my sofa feels more secure than the bed. Are you in a hotel? "
Mu Yiran: "... um."
Ke Xun: "Go back to City S early tomorrow morning?"
Mu Yiran: "Yes."
Ke Xun: "Shall I take you to the airport?"
Mu Yiran: "No need. I'll borrow your clothes first, and send them back to you when I go back."
Ke Xun: "Then add me your V letter, and I'll send you my home address."
Mu Yiran: "..." You really know how to hit a snake with a stick.
Ke Xun: "Give me your address as well. When I pick up your clothes from the dry cleaner tomorrow, I'll send them to you."
Mu Yiran: "..."
Ke Xun: "The next time we meet, will it be in the world of the next painting?"
Mu Yiran: "Yes."
Ke Xun suddenly didn't know what else to say.
When we meet again, it will be another breathless journey of life and death struggle.
Next time, maybe he won't have such good luck again. If he is happy, he may die directly in it. If he is sad, he may face a situation of confrontation with Mu Yiran.
Mu Yiran on the other side of the phone also fell into silence, wondering if he thought of this question too.
Ke Xun thought to himself, if he was really unfortunate enough to fall into such a situation, he would let him.
Let him live, even if he is ruthless and unrighteous, who calls him a handsome guy.
As the ultimate Yangou, there is no way to be so unreasonable to himself.
The author has something to say:
The second painting "Faith" is officially opened. Welcome friends who read the text and our male protagonists to join the painting~~
And, 16 galleries all over the world, buying paintings for $50,000, and selling them for $73 million are all based on real events~ The prototype in reality is the real big shot. The works of art sold can exceed one billion US dollars every year, and a fast-rotting sea fish can be sold for a high price of 12 million US dollars in the name of art, so reality is far more legendary than fiction~~~