I quietly watch you play

"If you don't like to throw it away, it's not a good thing anyway... You can go to Yue Fansong or Tang Li's paintings. Do you like impressionism or hyper-realism? Hanging those is more tasteful..."

"I just draw blindly. I haven't learned from serious masters. I draw as I want, and I coax myself..."

"The color tone of your house is a bit cold and hard, even the curtains are lead gray, a few paintings may make it more lively, and you can add a simulated electric fireplace there, as soon as you open the room-"

Zhou Wei got stuck while talking, he felt like a poor salesman for Amway products, or the kind of garbage products that no one wanted for free, he kept a secret and tried to persuade The other party believes that they need this kind of thing. It doesn’t matter whether they buy their own products or not. If you have money and taste, you can choose better ones. In short, I am thinking of you.

Usually it was Pei Qin who coaxed him and asked him for a painting. Today, he said that there was a large missing piece in the Pei family's villa, and in a few days, he would say that a friend saw Zhou Wei's painting and wanted to ask for it.

In fact, Zhou Wei knew that he was a half-hearted layman. With his grandfather around, no master would accept him as an apprentice, and he could not enter any professional college. It is also normal.

Probably his greatest achievement in painting in this life is that, like his father, some works are collected for free by small art galleries in corners.

He couldn't make a penny with this ability, and no one dared to accept it for free.

So why would he explain to Jiang Xiaoqi with a guilty conscience, afraid that he would misunderstand that he was buying and selling by force?

The young master of the Zhou family, the devil king of the world, has never been afraid of tearing his face in anything, but painting is the dignity he wants to stick to in the end.

If Jiang Xiaoqi also stepped on his dignity, Zhou Wei suddenly felt that his throat was blocked, why would he feel a little pain when this person stepped on him?

It may be that he has been too kind to himself recently, always giving him the illusion that he can do whatever he wants, and he came to offer treasures, and finally kicked the iron plate.

The delicious pimple soup was cold and condensed into frozen lumps, no matter how hard it was to swallow, even the refreshing kimchi was gritty in the throat.

"Come and help." Jiang Xiaoqi raised the painting with both arms, and walked to the guest bedroom where the workbench was placed.

"Ah?" Zhou Wei held the plastic spoon and didn't react for a while.

Opposite the big bed in the guest bedroom is a smooth wall, and next to it is Jiang Xiaoqi's workbench for drawing.

There is a steel wire hook reserved for hanging paintings in the gap of the ceiling. Jiang Xiaoqi held the painting and asked Zhou Wei to pull out the hook to adjust the height and hang the painting together.

"Are you hanging in the bedroom?" Zhou Wei stood a little further away to see if the hanging was level.

Jiang Xiaoqi adjusted the height on the left according to his instructions: "I spend 80.00% of my time at home in this bedroom, hang it elsewhere for someone to see."

That's right, he didn't have any guests except Zhou Wei, and Jiang Zhen didn't even come over.

Zhou Wei still tried to prove it masochistically: "I think it's shameful to hang out, it's okay, even if you lose it, I don't think it's a pity—"

"are you full?"

"What?" Zhou Wei just felt like chewing wax, not knowing whether he was hungry or full.

"Do you hold it?" Jiang Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows, and finally gave him a reassurance in a compromise: "The painting is very good. Although I am not a professional painting critic, I am not blind. This is the Victoria from the left family. I will take it quickly." Now that I have a driver's license, I will tame her one day."

Zhou Wei showed a rare sense of bewilderment, as if the salty taste from just eating rushed back to his throat, but his nose was a little sore.

Jiang Xiaoqi turned into the kitchen to wash his hands, and threw the cold lunch box into the trash can along the way: "Are you full? If you're not full, I'll eat it for you."

Such an ordinary sentence somehow triggered Zhou Wei's laughter, the corners of his eyes curled up, and he grunted while holding back his laughter.

"Uncle, you...don't say that to others, to others...especially, especially girls...poof—"

I'll eat it for you below.

It really can’t be considered that Zhou Wei’s brain is dirty. He hangs out with Pei Qin and You Lai every day, and he is familiar with the dirty gags. .

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Zhou Wei regretted the advice just now, what can't be said to others, and he got carried away with complacency, wanting to eat back the words. "I'm full, uh, I'll go first."

Jiang Xiaoqi could tell that Zhou Wei was very tired. When he was sleepy, his eyelids couldn't be lifted, and they would turn into a pair of narrow chopper eyes, like a sleepy cat, with dilated pupils.

Zhou Wei had to attend classes during the day, and he squinted for a while last night to catch up with the painting until dawn, which really didn't match his usual schedule, and now it was just after nine o'clock, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

The main reason is that Jiang Xiaoqi promised to send them to the plane the next day. Even if he went through the VIP passage, he had to go through the security check one hour in advance. If he didn't sleep, he would definitely not be able to get up.

Zhou Wei squatted at the door to tie his shoelaces, and after a long time in a daze, he tore them into a dead knot, and was so angry that he sat on the ground and pulled the ropes in a disorderly manner.

Jiang Xiaoqi had no choice but to squat down to help him untie the knot, pinching it with his nails to loosen it a little bit. "Did you draw all night last night?"

"No," Zhou Wei took the shoes and put them on his feet: "The newly drawn ones need to be dried, and they were finished a few days ago. The framed ones last night were raw by hand, and I worked on them for several hours."

Jiang Xiaoqi turned to look at his hands, Zhou Wei's hands were born like a painter's, the knuckles were stretched yet firm, and the skin was very white, so the places where the wood was scratched were also very conspicuous.

"If you have express delivery in the past two days, please save the cardboard box first. I happen to have a blanket in the car..."

Jiang Xiaoqi almost thought that he was sleepy and stupid, talking in his sleep that the lips of a donkey were not right with the mouth of a horse.

Zhou Wei put on her shoes, grabbed Jiang Xiaoqi's skirt and stood up: "Huahua is about to give birth, next time I come here I will set up a simple delivery room for her, otherwise she will freeze to death at night when she is born."

It turned out he was talking about the pregnant cat.

"Don't drive your car." Jiang Xiaoqi also took off his coat and put it on his body: "Sleep driving is very dangerous, I will take you to a taxi."

"I don't take taxis. Taxis are not safe." This guy almost closed his eyes, still talking nonsense.

Jiang Xiaoqi was angrily laughed at by him: "Where is it not safe to rent out?"

"Many kidnappings in movies are gangsters pretending to be taxi drivers," Zhou Wei wrapped up his school uniform tightly: "And when you learn to drive yourself, and then see it from the perspective of passengers, it will be very scary."

"When I didn't know how to drive, I already felt very scary." Jiang Xiaoqi recalled the [-]-mile mountain road that was comparable to a moving car that day.

"Anyway, I don't take a taxi."

Jiang Xiaoqi took out a card from the glove box and put it in his pocket: "That's the way, 325."

Fortunately, Zhou's mansion is not located in Jingwan, a place with no subway station sign within a five-mile radius. No. 325 can go directly to 9 stops.

It was almost the last train, there was no one at the station, and there were still vacant seats on the bus.

Zhou Wei first took a picture of a stop sign, took a picture of his feet waiting for the bus under the stop sign, took a picture of 325 entering the station, took a picture of Jiang Xiaoqi's hand swiping his card, took a picture of the window from the car, took a picture of the back of the driver and few passengers, and took a picture of the seat advertisement , Take pictures of the height line of children buying tickets, take pictures of the escape hammer hanging by the window...

Then, like a young white-collar worker who entered a five-star hotel for the first time to eat seafood buffet, he posted a Jiugongge circle of friends as if showing off.

Jiang Xiaoqi looked at him like an idiot: "First time taking the bus?"

Zhou Wei glanced at the neat and uniform SB replies below, and asked in frustration: "The one that swipes the card on the phone, how did you get it?"

Jiang Xiaoqi used his mobile phone to help him download the one-card APP, then bought a virtual bus card, bound it, and saved a dollar.Anyway, this young master just wanted to play on a whim, and he wouldn't sit down again.

"The NFC function will be automatically turned on when the card is swiped." Jiang Xiaoqi did not expose him.

"You add me on WeChat, and then give me a like." Zhou Wei has a persistent desire to destroy order, so she must ask for a compliment from SB.

Jiang Xiaoqi added him. Zhou Wei's WeChat nickname is weekend, and his profile picture is a dirty yellow robot. Jiang Xiaoqi recognized it as the robot "WALL-E" in "Robot Story" who was alone in cleaning up garbage on the ruins of the earth and found life.

He originally thought that Zhou Wei would use a real-life photo or a non-mainstream funeral as his avatar. For Wali, the contrast is a bit cute, but it is inexplicably appropriate.

"In the future, if you want to come after school, you can send me a message first." Jiang Xiaoqi didn't want him to feel like he was rushing people, explaining: "Sometimes you will grind the blueprints very late, so you won't have to wait in vain."

"Okay." Zhou Wei added Jiang Xiaoqi's remark name——a7

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Early the next morning, Jiang Zhen did not see the "future daughter-in-law", but Jiang Xiaoqi unexpectedly saw the group.

In fact, the Jiang family knew about Jiang Zhen's return to Bitan. Even if she didn't like to interact with those people, it would not be troublesome to send a car to the airport, so Lao Quan came here in a Bentley early in the morning.

That group was indeed driving an SUV, he was different from the bodyguard Jiang Xiaoqi had imagined, he was not tall, and he didn't wear all black, it wouldn't be against the peace if you asked him to serve dishes in Jiehui.

Jiang Xiaoqi convinced himself that it was not uncommon to be bullied by a slob like Zhou Wei once, but for some reason he felt a little embarrassed in front of Jiang Zhen, maybe Jiang Zhen thought he had already made friends in that circle, and now he might suspect that he was being tricked by his friends Worrying about his situation instead.

The group didn't flinch when they talked to people: "Mr. Jiang, the young master asked me to see you off. He has a cold."

"Is it serious?" Jiang Xiaoqi felt that he was belated, Zhou Wei didn't sleep all night to mount the painting, and then waited in front of his house for two hours in the cold, it's no wonder he didn't get sick.

The group answered very honestly: "I don't know, I have to ask the doctor."

The mother and son only have one suitcase, and it is really difficult to handle two cars. If they let those group go back directly... Jiang Xiaoqi thought again of Zhou Wei asking him to throw away his painting.

"Help me with the suitcase."

The group drove behind the Bentley obediently, and he was not left behind at so many red lights. Jiang Xiaoqi felt that he must have gained experience in chasing Zhouwei's car.

Jiang Xiaoqi thought for a while, clicked on WeChat and sent a message to Zhou Wei: 【Drink more hot water. 】

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The one who was told to drink more hot water was currently wrapped in a quilt and infused with antibiotics.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with gauze curtains, and the room was very spacious. Zhou Wei lay on a big bed in the shape of a sports car, and the head of the bed also looked like the back of a seat.

The furnishings of his room are modern, the main color is desaturated blue, the furniture style is not uniform, the paint and iron work are mixed, and things are placed randomly.

There is a large open space by the window, neither a living sofa nor a museum shelf, but it is full of painting tools and paints, as well as unfinished large and small studies, including gouache and ink, it is very heterogeneous.

Fortunately, Lao Zhou always had no time to hang out with the two brothers, otherwise this pile of things might be thrown out and set on fire.

Pei Qin sat by the bed and peeled the pear with a knife until it was as thick as the sole of a shoe. There was not much pulp left in a pear.

He cut the pear flesh into pieces, and squeezed the pear juice in the hand-operated juicer while eating, like playing with a toy, and only squeezed out a cup of pears from a plate.

Auntie came in to deliver the porridge, but was stopped by Pei Qin, who insisted on giving him a plate of small pieces of pear meat.

He heard from somewhere that eating pears must not be eaten by two people, otherwise the two people will be "separated" in the future and must be eaten by the third person, so he cut off a piece of each pear and saved it for the aunt to break the curse.

He started to have a fever on Saturday night, and now he was dizzy and his bones were sore. Pei Qin picked him up and poured his favorite pear juice.

"...It wasn't intentional, I'm sorry..."

"What?" Pei Qin lowered his head and leaned his ears to listen.

At this time, beeping, a message flashed on Zhou Wei's phone screen: from a7: drink more hot water.

Pei Qin recalled the circle of friends last night, one of the photos was opened up, and the reflection of another person was reflected in the car window.

The author has something to say:

Pei Qin: I am so green, there is a prairie above my head!

Jiang Xiaoqi: I'll feed him next——

Tomorrow will be closed for one day, please take a leave, and return on Sunday~