I quietly watch you play

"Little Mr. Jiang," Lin Mu was stunned for a moment, probably because he never expected to meet Jiang Xiaoqi at this time and this place. His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the lady who came to see the painting, and he was not the same as Zhou. He didn't say hello, just nodded slightly at him.

Lin Mu leaned over to help the lady cover the blanket on her legs, her movements were very gentle, but the other party seemed to be unaware of it, and still stared at the painting without turning around.

"My wife is not in good health. She likes these, so it's rare to see them once." Lin Mu seemed a little shy, his eyes flickering behind the glasses.

It turned out that this was Lin Mu's wife. Zhou Wei was standing behind the wheelchair. She couldn't see Mrs. Lin's face clearly. She could only see half of her white earlobe and a strand of soft white hair hanging from her sideburns.

Her hands in velvet gloves were quietly folded on her lap, and her body covered in a rose-purple coat was thin and frail. She really looked like a patient who hadn't been out for a long time but was well taken care of.

The man's dedication to taking care of his seriously ill wife is a bonus item that can win people's favor. Zhou Wei's gloomy impression of Lin Mu has changed.

"Mrs. Lin seems to like this painting very much." Zhou Wei seemed to be saying to the lady in the wheelchair.

Lin Mu suddenly took a step forward very vigilantly, holding the push handle of the wheelchair with both hands.

At this moment, Mrs. Lin reacted to the words just now, and slowly turned her head to look at Zhou Wei. On her face that was tightly covered by a hat and a mask, only a pair of beautifully shaped but hollow eyes were revealed.

And the moment he saw Zhou Wei, there seemed to be some emotion in those eyes bursting suddenly, even the pupils trembled.Like joy, like fear.

Lin Mu put one hand on his wife's shoulder, and the force he exerted caused the shoulder of Kuang Kong's coat to sag, as if pinching Mrs. Lin's thin shoulder blades: "It's okay, don't be nervous." He leaned into her ear and comforted her softly .

But for some reason, Zhou Wei felt that Dr. Lin's consolation did not have the gentleness of covering her with a blanket just now, but a chilling oppression.

He caught a glimpse of Mrs. Lin's hands trembling slightly, as if she had no strength to lift them up, and her breathing under the mask became rapid.

"I'm sorry, my wife will be scared when I see strangers... so, let's go back first." Lin Mu nodded slightly, turned around hurriedly and pushed Mrs. Lin away.

Jiang Xiaoqi stood at the side, unlike Zhou Wei who was completely blocked by Lin Mu's figure, he saw that Mrs. Lin seemed to want to turn around, but after a little struggle she was already pushed away.

"Wait." Zhou Wei bent down to pick up a white high-heeled shoe that fell on the ground, walked forward quickly and knelt down on one knee in front of the wheelchair, helping Mrs. Lin's thin ankle to help her put the shoe on.

"Thank you." Lin Mu looked at Zhou Wei stiffly, not as if he was sincerely expressing his gratitude, but rather as if he thought he was troublesome.

One of his hands landed on Mrs. Lin's shoulder again, as if this action could soothe her tense emotions.

Mrs. Lin's throat rolled uneasily a few times, and she let out a vague whimper. She didn't know whether it was an exclamation of fear at the stranger's approach or to express her gratitude to Zhou Wei. Then her vague voice was pressed back into her throat by her husband's hand. He just looked down at the warm young man in front of him who had put on his shoes in a daze.

Soft background music is playing in the art gallery, like a fountain that soothes the soul, one song after another, the familiar melody hovering gently in the dome, Zhou Wei raised his eyes and met a pair of almost gentle gazes.

Those slightly old and beautiful eyes are not empty when looking at the reindeer, nor are they frightened by seeing a stranger at first, but familiar and warm.

Zhou Wei thought to himself, probably this song reminded him of that person, so the strange feeling came from his affection.

He got up to make way, watching Lin Mu push his wife away from the art gallery.

The gentle husband walked in a hurry, but he still did not forget to lower his head and whisper something to his wife, which should be words to calm her emotions.

Jiang Xiaoqi walked over, and his eyes also fell on those backs: "This, it seems to be the one you hummed when you fed the cat in the morning..."

"Seeyouagain," Zhou Wei said, "When I was very young, my mother often hugged me and hummed this song. I heard it many times in the video."

Jiang Xiaoqi instantly realized that the mother Zhou Wei was referring to was not Ji Qing, but Wei Lerong, his biological mother who had been missing for many years.

WhenIseeyouagain, (When I see you again)

Damnwhoknewalltheplanesweflew.

Good things we've been through,

ThatI'llbestandingrighthere (so I'll be standing right here)

……

"Let's go and take a picture of it." Jiang Xiaoqi pointed to the coloring booklet sent by the exhibition, which listed some of the exhibits that were auctioned in the next hall, including the "Looking" that Zhou Wei liked.

ha?Zhou Wei smiled dully: "Brother, are you kidding me, this is Fan Song's painting——"

"Didn't you suggest that I shoot Fan Song or Tang Li?"

That’s right, that’s right before. At that time, I still had an endless credit limit and I didn’t know that you relied on working for your tutor to support your whole family except for the [-] monthly pocket money!

Now there are two more mouths, he and the cat.

Zhou Wei felt that Jiang Xiaoqi might have misunderstood the works of contemporary calligraphers and painters. Is this not the same material structure as the ones I hang in his room? !They have gone beyond the confines of canvases and paints to produce noble souls, and even have financial attributes comparable to the preservation and appreciation of precious metals in houses.

To put it bluntly: "Fan Song's last work sold for auction was sold for 467 million yuan. Let me first say that I will never sell a car to buy a painting. I just like it, not true love."

Jiang Xiaoqi twitched the corners of his mouth, put his hands in his trouser pockets and stared at him: "Buy it if you like it, I'll buy it for you."

He didn't just say that he has the unlimited card that Jiang Xiaoteng gave, although he really wants to use his own money to give Zhou Wei a gift that he likes, but he really doesn't have the ability at the moment.

This kind of powerlessness is enough to make most men go crazy and depressed, but Jiang Xiaoqi feels that he will make up the money with his own strength in a short time, which is no different from buying a wedding house with a mortgage.

Well, this is just a metaphor, he really wants to give him something he really likes, instead of kidnapping the cheap handmade watch that he wears on his wrist all the time.

"Although Seventh Brother, you are really cool, but..." Zhou Wei shook his hand, smiling so that the corners of his lips fluttered: "No, there are so many things I like, how can I get everything by my side, let's enjoy it like this It’s very good... like WindowShopping, the fun of liking but not possessing, good things should be left to more people to see, possession is also a burden.”

The two walked past the reindeer side by side, and the viewing in the back was a bit idyllic, as if they met someone who was tempted, and they didn't have the energy to put anything else in their hearts.

"You are..." Zhou Wei tilted his head to look at Jiang Xiaoqi, frowning thoughtfully.

"What is it?" Jiang Xiaoqi suddenly connected to his channel, Zhou Wei thought that he was using this method to show the Jiang family the effect of "the one who gets close to ink is black"!

of course not!Jiang Xiaoqi bit the denial, snorted angrily, and quickened his pace to move forward.

"Hello!" Zhou Wei was making a lot of noise in the exhibition hall, so he quickly chased after him, "Why are you acting like a little girl, getting angry for no reason?"

little girl? !Jiang Xiaoqi's face turned even darker.

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On the return trip, Jiang Xiaoqi was still driving. After he got his driver's license, the master became more and more lazy. He often leaned in the leather seat with his earphones plugged in and listened to the recitation points Jiang Xiaoqi recorded for him. Sometimes he would fall asleep right away listening to it.

Jiang Xiaoqi suspected several times that he had recorded some lullaby by mistake, and couldn't help but take off an earphone to confirm for himself after he fell asleep.

Zhou Wei has a magical ability to spread himself on any flat or uneven surface at will, such as the sofa at home, such as the seat in the car, like a soft creature with super adaptability.

Wherever he goes, he can assume a cat-like stretching posture with the largest contact area and the smallest pressure, as if all the bones in his body don't exist.

It is said that such a soft body makes people look at it, and it is really easy to have some kind of bad idea, and can't help thinking about what he would look like on the floor, in the bathtub, or in strange places like the dining table or the back seat of the car.

Jiang Xiaoqi lightly coughed a few times to relieve the itching in his throat, he paused at the red light and turned his head to look at Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei plugged in the audiophile high-resolution sapphire earphones and cast his eyes out of the car window, allowing the numerous street scenes and people to slide past his retina without leaving a trace. Then, those butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered a few times, and finally slowly Hang down.

fell asleep again—

When the red light turned green, Jiang Xiaoqi released the brake and stepped on the gas pedal, freeing his right hand to take off the earplug from his left ear and stick it to his ear:

…whenIseeyouagain/em~~em/em~~~~em……

White and slender fingers touched the operation screen, and the car bluetooth was connected to Zhou Wei's mobile phone. The sound in the ears was empty, and then a gentle and brisk singing came from the car stereo.

Jiang Xiaoqi was caught like a stealing cat, rolled his Adam's apple twice in embarrassment, and didn't explain anything.

Zhou Wei's back was still glued to the seat, her posture was slack but her eyes were bright, with a hidden smile: "She hums much better than me—"

This is the humming from the video mentioned by Zhou Wei. It is very casual and brisk, and even a large part of the blank space that I can’t remember the lyrics is replaced by um, but I can hear a mother hugging her baby Satisfied and joyful.

This is the first time that Zhou Wei took it out to share with others, as if it was just to prove that his mother's hum is more beautiful than his.

"I was exactly 200 days old the day before she disappeared. She recorded this passage in her bedroom, and then...can you believe that she ran tens of kilometers away and jumped into the river to commit suicide the next day?" Anyway, he didn't believe it.

In the car stereo, the brisk humming is still gurgling out, with the baby's babbling faintly mixed in the middle, as if talking to the mother.

Zhou Wei listened to this audio so many times that he ignored the original song, and what he hummed was completely a replica of his mother's interpretation.

Zhou Wei seems to be asking a question, and he doesn't seem to expect any answer. For him, this is a difficult problem that will never be solved, unless the answer comes out by itself.

This gentle boy who does not intentionally possess what he loves but rather appreciates it from afar, but persistently grasps a chain that can burn through his palm and refuses to let go. More than anyone else, he wants to know the truth about Wei Lerong's departure 20 years ago.

"Xiao Wei," this is the second time Jiang Xiaoqi called him that besides feeding the cat, "Have you ever thought that this song is just hummed casually, maybe she doesn't like it that much?"

No one will fail to remember the lyrics of the song they like, and no one will willingly abandon their most beloved baby.Maybe she doesn't like you that much.

This is Jiang Xiaoqi's cruelty, instead of letting a wound rot and torture, it is better to bite it out with a knife.

Zhou Wei was really stung by his unspoken conclusion, his eyes were unbelievably wet: "No, she has a reason, she must love me very much!"