Shelf life love

"This is..." Qi Lin stood up slowly, the light in his eyes was beating, and he murmured, "Is it me?"

Only orange spotlights were turned on near the bookshelves, and the light was dim. After standing there for a while, Qi Lin suddenly came to his senses and immediately turned on all the lights in the study.

Under the dazzling light, the oldness of the painting paper and the youthfulness of the people in the painting are indistinguishable, forming a very sharp contrast.

Qi Lin returned to the workbench, staring at his young self.

Undoubtedly, that was his face, a little less mature and a little more youthful than it is now.

Judging from his posture, he looked at the painter, who was sketching from life.

But he couldn't remember at all that he had ever been a model for someone—or naked.

The painter's skills are not proficient, and can even be described as "childish", saying that there are too many eight-point images, and maybe seven-five points is appropriate.

But Qi Lin just believed that the person in the painting must be himself.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn, and when he looked up, he saw his own shadow.

My mind is empty and full, and my heart beats faster.

After a while, he lowered his eyes again, and the lines on the paper burned into his eyes.

Rubbing the drawing paper with his fingertips, it was already very old, and when he took it close, he could still smell a unique smell of old things.

Qi Lin closed his eyes, recalled his middle school days, trying to find traces of Ye Zhuohan's existence.

The Qi family is an ordinary family.

Qi Wenjiu and Cui Yi worked in a pharmaceutical company, and the other was engaged in the development of medical equipment. They got married because of their work, and they got married relatively late. When Qi Lin was born, Cui Yi was already 38 years old.

Growing up in an environment with no worries about food and clothing, and with an elder brother who dotes on him very much, Qi Lin has almost no worries.

To put it bluntly, Qi Han is too good. When he was in his junior year, he was selected by a famous school in country E because of an independently developed program, so he went to study abroad.

Qi Lin's grades are also good, but they can't compare with Qi Han.

Fortunately, Qi Wenjiu and Cui Yi are open-minded. They neither mention "other people's children" nor compare Qi Han with him. His family supports any hobbies he has.

From elementary school to junior high school, Qi Lin learned classical dance, hip-hop, bass, reciting, piano, calligraphy, and pottery, but the monkey moved the bag of rice, moved the same thing, and threw the same thing away.

After all, there is no one proficient.

When Qi Han went abroad, Qi Lin was 15 years old and still struggling in the third year of junior high school. He was the striker of the school football team, and his good buddy was the goalkeeper of the same team.

Qi Lin and his good buddies, as the only third-year students in the team, played football regardless of the weather.

However, at the beginning of the year, he was promoted, and his good buddy was directly promoted to the key class of the school because of his painting expertise.

Qi Lin's jaw dropped in shock.

"Unexpectedly?" Qi Lin still remembers the stinking appearance of my good buddy, "In addition to playing football, I can also draw. I am a master of art."

Playing football delays learning, and playing football can't add points.Qi Lin, who didn't get into the key class, learned from the painful experience and decided to learn painting.

Cui Yi was used to the virtue of his youngest son learning this and that, so he immediately gave Qi Lin a card and asked him to sign up by himself.

Qi Lin happily looked around for art classes.

Qi Wenjiu and Cui Yi let him grow up, on the one hand because of busy work, on the other hand to cultivate his independent ability, both he and Qi Han grew up like this.

In the first half of the semester of freshman year, Qi Lin found a reliable institution.The art teacher is said to be from Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts, quite prestigious, and the fees are not low.

Although the Qi family is not short of money, Qi Lin is not a heartless brat.

He spent a lot of money to hire a teacher, he didn't dare to be sloppy, he studied hard, and gradually became the leader in the small class of five.

And painting has become his real hobby.

He has been in high school in China for more than two years, and he has both painting and painting culture, and plans to apply for the No. [-] Academy of Fine Arts in the capital.

However, shortly after the start of the third year of high school, the Qi family moved to country E, and his goal of "adding points to the college entrance examination by painting" did not come true in time.

After going abroad, Qi Lin took classes in a language school for a period of time before entering university.

"Bang-"

Immersed in memories, Qi Lin accidentally dropped the mouse.

Picking up the mouse, he frowned deeply, and a familiar coldness penetrated from the soles of his feet and quickly spread to his whole body.

The nightmare that has haunted him for many years seems to have started when he went to the language school.

He couldn't think of anything special he had experienced there, everything was so normal, but as long as he thought of the language school, he would instinctively feel uncomfortable.

Afterwards, it was going to university, the unexpected death of his parents, and returning to China to start a business. Everything was clear and clear, and there was no trace of Ye Zhuohan.

Qi Lin poured himself a glass of water, halfway through drinking, suddenly remembered that Cui Yi would put a glass of warm water in the kitchen every morning, and told him, Qi Wenjiu, and Qi Han to drink it.

No matter how you look at it, Cui Yi and Qi Wenjiu are model parents - tolerant and open-minded, respecting their children, and giving them maximum freedom.

It was his and Qi Han's luck to be born into such a family.

But his feelings for Cui Yi and Qi Wenjiu are very weak.

The two died seven years ago. They were in a car accident while traveling by car. Cui Yi died on the spot, and Qi Wenjiu died after rescue.

Qi Han wept bitterly, saying that he hadn't had time to fulfill his filial piety yet, but he was extraordinarily calm and organized the funeral affairs in an orderly manner.

Qi Han doted on him, and the only time he got angry at him was the day after the funeral.

He made breakfast, knocked on Qi Han's door, and asked Qi Han to come out to eat.

Qi Hanhong looked at him and asked, "My parents are gone, why do you have such an attitude?"

"I..." He was a little taken aback, "What's my attitude?"

"Have you ever been sad?" Qi Han said out of control, "You're not sad at all!"

He paused for a long time, deceiving himself and others: "There must be a sensible person in the family. If you look like you, if I break down again, who will take care of the mess?"

Qi Han was skeptical, "Really."

He nodded, "Well. Breakfast is getting cold, so hurry up and eat."

Qi Han didn't mention this matter later, but he remembered it more than once.

The memories about Qi Wenjiu and Cui Yi are all that they treated him well. When he was a child, he even wrote a composition to praise his parents.

He should have fallen into a temporary emotional breakdown like Qi Han.

This is a normal reaction.

He didn't hate Qi Wenjiu and Cui Yi, and was saddened by their accidental death.

But nothing more.

Qi Lin took a deep breath, restlessness and uneasiness rolled in his blood.

The painting seemed to release something, but he couldn't catch it.

If he and Ye Zhuohan did have an intersection in the past, then the intersection can only be in two places, one is the training class held by Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts, and the other is Country E - Ye Zhuohan's resume clearly stated that he once Le Ting works in the country E branch.

Qi Lin crossed his arms and paced around the bookshelf.

Compared with his high school days, Ye Zhuohan's working time in country E is too recent.

He is not so forgetful.

So it must be at Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts?

Qi Lin took a photo of the painting, then carefully put the drawing paper back into the book, and put the book back in place.

The classmates who learned painting together have long lost contact, but he still remembers the teacher who taught the class.It just so happened that Ye Zhuohan was on a business trip these few days, so he had the opportunity to go to the Academy of Fine Arts to inquire about it.

Before dawn, Qi Lin was not tired, but his mind was in a mess.

Even so, he forced himself to focus on his work.

The scenery outside the window gradually became clearer. After staying up all night, the work is not particularly satisfactory, but it cannot be improved for the time being.Qi Lin packed it up and put it in an email, and sent it to the project leader of the "backtracking" party.

Going to the kitchen to bake a milk pie for himself, Qi Lin recalled the last time Ye Zhuohan woke him up early in the morning just to eat milk pie, his brows and eyes softened suddenly, and he laughed unconsciously.

There are recent work arrangements in the mobile phone.Qi Lin flipped through the pages while eating cakes.

"Backward" will not send feedback until tomorrow at the earliest, and several series are already on track, so he, the visual director, can take a day off.

After eating the cake, I was finally sleepy.

Qi Lin lay on the bed, turned his mobile phone to silent, and planned to sleep undisturbed until ten o'clock, and then went to Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts.

People who work late at night usually fall asleep as soon as they touch the pillow.

Qi Lin fell into a deep sleep, and vaguely heard someone knocking on the door.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes, and the sunlight coming in from the window fell on his face.

It is already morning.

"Qi Lin! Are you at home? Answer me!"

A male voice came, a little familiar.

Qi Lin was not sober, and vaguely felt that it was Ye Lingzheng.

Strange, why is the second brother of the Ye family here again?

Qi Lin struggled to pull himself out of the bed, and habitually looked at his phone before getting out of bed and opening the door.

Seeing this, it was incredible, he almost thought that he was still in a dream.

The center of the screen shows that he has more than 30 missed calls, and WeChat has been bombarded indiscriminately.

He rubbed his eyes, his voice was hoarse when he just woke up, "Gu Rong, Ye Zhuohan, Huang Yu..."

Why are you looking for him all of a sudden?

Ye Lingzheng came to him directly?

Is something wrong?

He woke up suddenly, and got up out of breath.

At this time, the phone vibrated again, it was Ye Zhuohan.

Qi Lin slid his fingers, "Hello?"

Ye Zhuohan didn't speak immediately.

But Qi Lin heard a burst of breathing, which was very low and deep, and went straight into the eardrum.

It's almost like a brain refresher.

"You were sleeping just now?" Ye Zhuohan's tone was not so pleasant, and he could hear a trace of nervousness and fear.

"Yeah. Catch pictures in the middle of the night and don't go to sleep until dawn." Qi Lin put on his pants quickly, holding his mobile phone between his hands, "What's wrong? You asked your second brother to come and find me?"

"Because I couldn't get in touch with you." Ye Zhuohan said, "I thought you..."

Qi Lin had already run downstairs, "I'm fine. What's going on?"

"As long as you have nothing to do." Ye Zhuohan said, "I'll take care of the online affairs, you don't have to worry about them."

Qi Lin frowned, and immediately thought of "Nothing makes flowers 123".

He opened the door, and Ye Lingzheng just glanced at it and said, "So you're sleeping? I'm so worried about my stinky brother! Are you on the phone with stinky brother? Then I'm leaving, bye!"

Qi Lin: "..."

Ye Lingzheng came and went like the wind, he had no time to keep her.

"Gu Rong also called me a lot." Qi Lin calmed down, "I'll go and see what's going on first."

Ye Zhuohan suddenly said: "Qi Lin."

Qi Lin: "Huh?"

"It is not allowed to mute in the future." Ye Zhuohan said: "Sleep is not allowed either."

Qi Lin was anxious, but also wanted to laugh, because he could hear that Brother Shenxian was giving him orders in an arrogant tone.

Without waiting for his answer, Ye Zhuohan added: "You can sleep with me, but you can't sleep alone."

Qi Lin deliberately said: "Why?"

Ye Zhuohan said: "Companion duty."