Lin Chaosheng found that Lu Chenfeng would always unconsciously make some unstoppable actions, such as the previous "collar", such as the "hungry" this time, with a hint of urging and request in his tone, and the expression on his face. But again in earnest.
After saying this, Lu Chenfeng glanced at Lin Chaosheng's eyes, for fear that the other party would see any flaws, he hurriedly tidied up his cuffs and took the initiative to go around to the other side to push his bicycle: "Let's go."
Lin Chaosheng stared at Lu Chenfeng's way of pedaling the bike, slightly bent his eyes and pursed a smile from the corners of his lips, and followed slowly.
Lu Chenfeng's lunch was made by Lin Chaosheng. Boss Lin served a bowl of water evenly, and also reserved a portion for Jian Yi. After a short lunch break, Lu Chenfeng read a book in the room. After activities, the two met again on the viewing platform outside the front hall.
There is a complete sunset in the horizon, and the fading sky is about to enter a warm and warm night. Lu Chenfeng walked up to Lin Chaosheng, and only at this moment did he sincerely comment: "The name 'Jiaxi' is very appropriate."
Lin Chaosheng's originally brown hair was dyed lighter by the dusk, and his curved eyelashes were slightly broken. He tilted his head and raised his eyes slightly, and Lu Chenfeng's well-defined profile was reflected in his eyes, the light in his eyes. It was deep and deep, and there seemed to be a sea in it.
Time always flies faster in a mood of anticipation. Putting the corners of his mouth flat, Lin Chaosheng put away his secret thoughts and looked into the distance, with a low volume: "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, have you decided on your next destination?"
Lu Chenfeng: "I plan to go back to Beijing."
Lin Chaosheng asked in surprise: "Don't you continue to move forward?"
Lu Chenfeng gave a soft "um" and looked at Lin Chaosheng from the corner of his eye.
After getting along for a few days, the two of them are no strangers to each other. Lu Chenfeng even felt that if he and Lin Chaosheng were like this all day, facing the same scenery without saying a word, they would not feel cramped and uncomfortable, but they would be able to Let the impetuous mood settle slowly over time.
So Lu Chenfeng thought that if Lin Chaosheng lived in Beijing, they might be good friends.
"Actually, I know that I am a difficult person to stop. I have long been accustomed to finding and realizing the meaning of life in the fast-paced work and life. This is the way I have always been in life." Lu Chenfeng turned to look at Lin Chaosheng, "I I hid here because of the stall I was holding. Although everything is a foregone conclusion, I may not be able to save anything if I go back, but some people say 'he believes in me', no matter what, I think I should try again."
Lin Chaosheng touched the mint candy box in his pocket, his upper teeth unconsciously pressed against his lower lip, he smiled lightly, and said after a while: "I always believe in the saying, 'Those who can regain their courage will not have bad luck in the future'. ."
Lu Chenfeng smiled: "Then borrow Boss Lin's auspicious words."
On the penultimate night, Lu Chenfeng slept very lightly. In the second half of the night, he tossed and turned inexplicably flustered. For no apparent reason, he simply sat up and leaned on the head of the bed.
When his thoughts were interrupted, the tip of the pen also followed. Lu Chenfeng stared at a corner of the dark void, and scattered fragments of memory kept flashing in his mind. No matter how unsustainable the inspiration was, he put down the picture book and pushed away the thin quilt, picked up the cigarette pack and put on his coat.
The first thing I saw when I opened the door was to look at the front hall. The lights were off, it was pitch black, and Lin Chaosheng was not there. Turning to the other end of the corridor for the second time, there was an inconspicuous wooden door on the left hand side of the stairs, without any decoration, that was Lin Chaosheng's room.
Glancing across the wall, Lu Chenfeng turned around to lock the door, raised his hand to pinch his sour brows. Then he stopped, turned around and counted the photo frames on the wall again, hesitantly stepped to a place about two meters away from Lin Chaosheng's room and stopped, carefully looking at the photos in front of him.
I don’t know when there is another work here, and the content in the photo is no longer the same natural scenery, but the bicycles and electric motorcycles placed side by side, with the background of the courtyard wall of the Jiaxi Inn.
The night outside was silent, Lu Chenfeng stood in front of this work for a long time, the outlines of everything in his sight gradually became blurred, only the light from the gallery lights on the photo frame, together with the scenes when he was alone with Lin Chaosheng when he was drawing the picture. , more and more deeply imprinted in the heart.
Returning to the house wrapped in smoke, Lu Chenfeng fell asleep when the morning light faded, and it was four o'clock in the afternoon when he opened his eyes again. With a heavy head, he got out of bed and brushed his teeth. He was dazed and always felt as if he had overlooked something. The electric kettle was "gumbling" on the stand and bubbled. The moment he opened the tea bag, Lu Chenfeng suddenly raised his head. Oops, gift.
He quickly buckled his watch on his wrist, and passed the front desk with a gust of wind under his feet. Jian Yi shouted "Mr. Lu good afternoon" enthusiastically. Lu Chenfeng nodded hastily, strode out of the inn, and collided with Lin Chaosheng, who had just returned from the flower viewing. Face.
Lin Chaosheng looked slightly stunned. This was the first time he saw Lu Chenfeng in such a hurry, so he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
Lu Chenfeng avoided his gaze: "I forgot to take something."
"What?" The speed of the speech was so fast that Lin Chaosheng couldn't hear it clearly. He immediately followed Lu Chenfeng's footsteps and repeated anxiously, "What did you forget? Or lost it? Lost something?"
Lu Chenfeng watched Lin Chaosheng get farther and farther away from the door of the inn, like a small tail behind him, and kept asking "it's okay", "where did you lose it", "I'll find it with you" and so on. , sighed helplessly with a bitter expression, and explained honestly: "I made something, and now I'm going to get it."
"Oh, that's it." Lin Chaosheng took a quick step to stand beside him, and the two changed from tandem to side-by-side, at the same pace, he said, "Then I just want to go for a walk, let's go with you, lest you get lost."
Lu Chenfeng: "..."
There were merchants closing their stalls one after another in the market. Lu Chenfeng had a strong sense of direction, and he was already familiar with that pottery workshop. After stepping over the steps, stepping into the yard, and saying hello to the pottery master, Lu Chenfeng found the pottery jar he made in the middle of the three rows of shelves against the wall, following the direction his right hand pointed.
Before he could figure out how to speak, he turned his face and met Lin Chaosheng's smiling eyes. When he was in front of him, Lu Chenfeng decided not to worry about it anymore. He tilted his head generously towards the shelf, and said softly, "Go get your present."
Lin Chaosheng obediently walked to the front of Linlang's ceramic products and raised his arms. He actually had a hunch, but he did not dispel Lu Chenfeng's thoughts, and asked casually, "Which one?"
Lu Chenfeng replied, "Guess what."
Lin Chaosheng pinched his chin and thought for a moment, then clicked on the jar in the middle: "Is this it? A small flower pot, right?"
Originally, he had no confidence in his own craftsmanship. Hearing Lin Chaosheng's answer, his mood suddenly became brighter. Lu Chenfeng raised his lips sluggishly: "Yes."
Lin Chaosheng picked it up carefully. The capacity inside is not large, just enough to grow some plants such as bamboo or mint. Lu Chenfeng stared at Lin Chaosheng's crescent-like eyes, thinking in his heart, he should... like it
"It's a little bare." Lin Chaosheng muttered in a low voice, turning to ask the old man who was guarding the kiln grinding the embryos, "Hello, do you have any paints here for coloring the pottery?"
The uncle put down the work in his hand and took the two to the storage room at the back of the workshop. There were several cans of acrylic paint on the wooden table next to the windowsill. The colors were not complete, but they were enough.
Lin Chaosheng folded his sleeves and picked up a brush to paint for his small flower pot. After hesitating for a few seconds, he suddenly straightened up, handed the pen in his hand to Lu Chenfeng, and said expectantly, "I'll give it to you."