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Strictly speaking, Quan Wei's paperweight doesn't catch Yang Zhen's eyes.

Leaving aside the craftsmanship, the selection of the most critical material is not good enough.

The raw materials for paperweights in the Central Plains are mainly jade and ivory, followed by gold and bronze, and then wood, such as red sandalwood and ebony, which are more than a hundred years old, and supplemented by protracted and meticulous carving. Stop and watch.

Although Yang Zhen only deals with folk stationery, a genuine material back then can outperform many crafts now.

Quan Wei's raw material tree is not old enough, the growth conditions should not be good, and the texture is not tight enough, but considering the piles of fakes at present, it is not easy for him to find a log.

Since it is written "longevity", it is naturally given to the elders. Yang Zhen did not expect that he looks thorny, but he is quite caring. As the saying goes, character is judged in front of filial piety, which is definitely a bonus item of favorability .

The ebony has not yet been painted and cannot pass through water, so the words have to be written on paper to see the effect.

Quan Wei lay on the long table, pressed the paperweight on the paper, and used a signature pen to stick it around the wall, and drew 5 sections in one breath, and then pulled out the pen and ink from the drawer. Under Yang Zhen's stunned gaze, Take it leisurely...and wash it now.

The tip of that brush was blackened into a ball, as if it had been used up last time and was thrown into the box without being rinsed.

There is a sink in Quan Wei's studio, the old-fashioned one in the country, made of bricks and cement, it fell on the ground, Quan Wei bent down and turned on the faucet to rush at the brush, then shook it a few times, and then picked it up came back.

The corners of Yang Zhen's eyes twitched, but he still held back the advice of "you can't wash the pen like this", quietly took the pen handed over by Quan Wei, and habitually twisted the tip of the pen with his hands.

The pen should be a good one. After being spoiled by Quan Wei like this, the tip of the pen is still thick and moist, the tentacles are slightly rigid, and the material is like Chen Yanghao.

He picked up the pen and wanted to moisten it, but there was no brush washer on the table at all. Yang Zhen paused, adding ink directly to the ink, and after dipping it, he asked Quan Wei: "Zhangcao, Jincao, Kuangcao, what are you doing?" Which one do you want?"

Quan Wei didn't care about the classification of cursive script at all, he just felt that Yang Zhen seemed very talented when he heard it, and said indifferently: "You just look at the writing, I will take whichever looks better."

Hearing this sounded like an outsider, and the standard of good looks varies from person to person. Yang Zhen thought it was a bit funny, but he didn't ask for his opinion any more. He pressed his left hand on the desktop and began to write his own.

Quan Wei stood a few steps behind, and on the premise that he hadn't seen him write the finished product, he felt that this person's posture was quite sufficient.

Yang Zhen is not good at cursive script, and Quan Wei is more picky. He doesn't look at the structure and brushwork, but only depends on his feeling. He should have a certain set in his heart, but he just can't convey it to others.

Yang Zhen wrote more than a dozen "Shou" in a row, and he felt that several of them were amazingly written, but Quan Wei went to see Yang Zhen after reading the words, which meant that he was not satisfied.

Yang Zhen came to repay favors, so he didn't get impatient. When Quan Wei drew a frame, he would fill in a hole like planting a radish in it. After writing, he would do whatever he wanted, regardless of the structure. He continued to write as he wanted. .

But maybe cursive script just needs a bit of willfulness. Quan Wei stared at the word Yang Zhen drew this time for a long time, and after a while he raised his head and gave a thumbs up without hesitation. Feeling, not bad, you are awesome."

The character "Shou" written in letters and pens, with its head raised like a dragon and tail like a snake swaying its tail, has dry and mixed handwriting, full of madness, without the slightest trace of the masters of the past dynasties, it is purely Zhang Shuyu's handwriting.

Yang Zhen was stunned by his praise, he didn't know whether to say that the landlord was ignorant, or to thank Quan Wei for his appreciation, he waved his hand and said modestly: "It's just for fun, as long as you like it."

Quan Wei got a satisfactory word, wishing to engrave it on the paperweight immediately.

This is probably the first time that Quan Wei has been so satisfied with this person since they met, based on the original intention of "taking people's hands short". It can't be done.

What he can't do, he will respect what he can do.

And he won't take advantage of Yang Zhen in vain, after all, those who requisition the words of bloggers on the Internet will be paid for their manuscripts.

Quan Wei selectively lost his memory and forgot his sinister intention of planning Yang Zhen's "nothing to eat" in the car, and pressed the paper with wet ink on the table and said, "It's over, let's eat."

Yang Zhen habitually refused, but his stomach surrendered to the enemy and treason, and he called out in response to the call, but he didn't hear it through a layer of stomach power, because Yang Zhen felt that he was really hungry.

He made a construction in his heart, thinking that if I came all the way to write for him, it would be okay to eat him a meal, and I was indeed hungry... Yang Zhen finished the construction in a few seconds and said "OK".

Afterwards, all the way to the restaurant, the aura between the two was more in tune, and there was no unpleasantness.

Quan Wei asked Yang Zhen what kind of food to eat, Yang Zhen didn't say casually, he reported a cuisine and asked Quan Wei if it was okay, Quan Wei saved himself from worrying about it, naturally it was okay.

And this time he unconsciously cared about Yang Zhen's feelings. In order not to let the other party feel that he was sitting on the bench, Quan Wei would choose a few words to say after a while, asking about Yang Zhen's injury, asking about his business, Yang Zhen said politely that everything was fine.

The two found a Jiangsu-Zhejiang restaurant and sat down to eat in peace. It was already past one o'clock in the afternoon. .

Since it was Quan Wei's treat, he sat with his back to the door, and Yang Zhen ate across from him. This person ate at a relatively even speed, and he didn't pick up the plate randomly, and Quan Wei's own chopsticks fell anyway. Is very diligent.

There is a burst of music in the restaurant, there are not many customers, and the food is served quickly. This should have been a harmonious lunch, but there are always emergencies on the road.

Halfway through eating, Quan Wei picked up a prawn and was about to peel the skin, but Yang Zhen suddenly bent down and disappeared from the opposite side of him.

Quan Wei thought at first that he had dropped something, but after several hours of picking things up, Yang Zhen still didn't get up, which was a bit abnormal.

Quan Wei looked over from the side of the table and saw that he was pulling his shoelaces and never tying them. He was a little sneaky, so Quan Wei didn't understand, so he said, "What are you doing?"

Yang Zhen pointed to Quan Wei's back, and said in a low voice, "I seem to...see Brother Hong's follower coming in."

Quan Wei looked back and found that there were indeed two young men standing at the door looking around, looking for a seat, but he didn't quite remember if it was the fat-faced follower.

But Yang Zhen couldn't forget it. The two who came in happened to be the people who held his hand and the knife in the backyard of the bar that day.

This matter really ruined the mood for a second, Quan Wei put down the shrimp, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, felt that Yang Zhen was also a bit stupid, if the two of them sat down to eat, wouldn't he have to tie his shoelaces under the table for a long time?This doesn't seem to be much lower-key than running out directly.

Owing to usury is like this, living like a frightened bird, not daring to walk on the street confidently.

While Quan Wei was wiping his hands, Brother Hong's two attendants had already sat down at the table on the right side of the door, and the waiter was walking back to get the menu.

The room leak happened to be raining overnight, Yang Zhen hooked his waist, and the blood slowly began to pour down his head. He felt a little unlucky, and he didn't know how to face Quan Wei.

Yang Zhen was thinking in his heart, should he let Quan Wei go or let him stay?

Once Quan Wei left, he was lying under the table alone, the waiter would definitely come to ask about the situation, but if he told Quan Wei not to leave, why would Quan Wei listen to him?

This person hates usury-related attitudes, and Yang Zhen didn't feel relieved until he was rescued once. It's not because of friendship that they can sit here and eat together today.

According to Yang Zhen's current understanding of Quan Wei, he thinks that the other party should walk away.

This idea inexplicably made Yang Zhen feel a little frustrated, but he didn't delve into the reason why it happened, he just nestled under the table and knocked on the table leg next to Quan Wei's feet, and when someone looked at him from the side, he said: "You are full Let's go first, I..."

He originally wanted to say "I'm sorry", but suddenly felt that there was no need to deliberately maintain this kind of prejudiced relationship. Yang Zhendun was on the spot and said temporarily: "It's nothing."

What is nothing?

Owing to usury?Amnesia?Act bravely?without return?

Seeing his hesitant expression, Quan Wei felt very confused for a moment, what kind of person is Yang Zhen?Why is it so contradictory?

If what he knows now is as much as the content of Zero One Bar that day, Quan Wei will indeed turn around and leave, but the experience given by time is slowly advancing, and apart from prejudice, he has other understandings of Yang Zhen.

He won't leave now, because the words this person wrote to him in the morning may have just dried up.

Quan Wei sat up straight again, put down the tissue, grabbed his half-peeled shrimp again, and said, "I'm not full yet."

Yang Zhen was stunned under the table he couldn't see, and asked hesitantly: "You...are you not leaving?"

Being chased x2, Quan slightly frowned, and said, "I'm leaving. After eating, I paid and left. That's all right, get up and lie on your stomach after tying your shoelaces. You've been nesting underneath. If someone Misunderstood, thought you were trying to do something to me, it would be embarrassing."

The pure Yang Zhen didn't quite understand what he could do to him.

But the waiter had just looked at him a few times, and it was a bit abnormal to be like this. Yang Zhen went to the table with his backhand to clear the place, but he didn't dare to look up, so he fumbled on the table with his hands.

Quan Wei leaned on the back of the chair, couldn't see him, but saw a hand moving around the edge of the table like a thief, much more lively than Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen didn't have eyes in his hands, and the dishes almost didn't move to the floor. His eyes were tired from watching so hard, so he grabbed Yang Zhen's wrist and pushed it to the edge of the table, three times and five times. The plates were piled up in the middle of the table.

Yang Zhen heard the jingle on the table die down, so he slipped up and lay down on the table.

There are only two people on the other side, and this is a public place. Actually, Yang Zhen doesn't need to be so cowardly. He is worried that the other party will do something to him here. He just doesn't want usury to find out his whereabouts, so he can hide for a while longer.

Brother Hong's two hands ordered a bunch of food and beer, opened the lid with his teeth and blew on it. The two of them seemed to be in a bad mood, eating and cursing all the way, not knowing that there was a debtor behind them.

Yang Zhen lay on the table and listened with his ears, listening to them talking about bullshit leather, what's good for their mouths and so on.

Quan Wei was eating alone, he finished the bowl of prawns he ordered, and the two of them were still enjoying themselves, so he ordered another plate of prawns and a pinch of cranberry juice.

The waiter came over with the menu and casually asked what was wrong with the guest. Quan Wei said: "He is sleepy. We have a friend who hasn't come since yesterday and now, so we can't leave. Tell your colleagues, don't be old. Come to ask, thank you."

After the waiter left, after a while, the two servants also ended the conversation with the sentence "too much is tears" and began to toast silently. Yang Zhen had no enemy to investigate, so he had to start thinking about Quan Wei's behavior.Whether that person is really short of this meal, or is actually trying to help him, Yang Zhen probably knows in his heart.

Quan Wei didn't make any movement while eating, mainly because he ate perfunctorily, peeling a shrimp for a long time.

Yang Zhen didn't look up, not quite sure what the person opposite him was doing, he called softly, "Quan Wei?"

Quan Wei raised his eyes and said, "What?"

Yang Zhen asked puzzledly: "Since I have prejudices, why do you help me again and again? Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, I just don't quite understand, because if it were me, I might Will let the other party fend for itself."

You don't want to be cheap and act obedient, Quan Wei thought indifferently: How do you understand?I still haven't figured it out myself-

Quan Wei, who couldn't answer, turned away from the topic in a nonchalant way, and said, "I heard from the nurse in the hospital that you lost your memory, didn't you?"

Yang Zhen didn't know why he suddenly asked this, but he still said honestly: "Yes."

Quan Wei said again: "You really don't remember anything about the past?"

Yang Zhenxin said that I remembered, but it was not about Yang Zhen's past: "Yes."

Quan Wei: "Then you who don't remember anything, how did you know that you owe a fat-faced usury?"

It was Brother Hong who said he owed... Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then remembered that no one could prove the truth of Brother Hong's words, but it was meaningless, because the words in black and white were vivid in his memory, and he said: "Brother Hong showed me the loan. The contract, with my fingerprints and signature on it."

Quan Weixin said that you are quite good at accepting the reality, but he said: "The contract must be true, otherwise they would not dare to ask you to pay back the money so arrogantly. I mean, have you ever thought that you, a loan shark, owe you money?" The reason for this is because they cheated on the loan?"

Yang Zhen himself didn't feel like it. Originally, he made a lot of money, but Kari didn't have any money. This echoed the characteristics of gambling. He said, "Why do you think so?"

Quan Wei looked at his hair spinning, and said after a while: "Because I don't think you are the kind of person who would provoke usury."