embrace the moon

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Gu Yu wiped his hair, with the towel drooping on his head, picked up the phone from the bedside table, threw off his slippers, jumped on his back and smashed it on the bed, opened Moments and saw a message prompt, poked it down, and saw a new message comment of.

Chensha and fruit ash: Спокойнойночи. [Moon] (good night)

Gu Yu smiled, since he still said good night in Russian calmly, it seemed that he was not angry, so he was relieved a lot.

He quit the circle of friends, found Jian Qiao in his contacts, and sent their first words on WeChat.

-11:17 p.m.-

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: You draw very well, I have read every one of them.

Chensha and Guohui: Thank you.

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: They ran to watch.

Chensha and Guohui: Thank you for your hard work. 【White eyes emoji】

Chensha and Guohui: Actually, you can watch it tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: ...

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: Say it sooner!It's as if I'm in a hurry with Lord Yama!

Chensha and Guohui: You don't read the date on the ticket yourself.

Chensha and Guohui: [Handless Emoticon Package]

Mei Niang and Laifu: [Gu Laifu pretends to be dead expression pack]

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: You haven't sent me homework for today.

Chensha and Guohui: Bring it to you tomorrow.

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: [Nodding like a cat emoticon pack]

Jian Qiao looked at the input box, hesitated for a moment, and wrote "Goodbye".

Not good, delete it.

"Good night."

I wrote it, delete it.

"See you tomorrow."

Well, it fits.Jian Qiao poked it with his fingertip, but before he could poke it, he received a new message.

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: See you tomorrow.

Jian Qiao smiled and sent the words in the input box.

It may be the reason why the family broke up yesterday, but Gu Qianfan didn't wake up Gu Yu early in the morning to walk the dog.So he lay on the bed and took a rare late sleep.

When the knock on the door sounded, Gu Yu turned over and ignored him.The bed was a mess, most of the quilt had been spread under the bed, and his pajamas were pulled up to reveal his belly.

The person who knocked on the door was impatient, so he opened the door and walked in without knocking again.

The first step that makes people get out of bed in a collapse - open the curtains!

Yi Xianghan walked to the window, grabbed the bed curtain and flung it on both sides, the sunlight poured out, instantly filling the room with brightness.

Gu Yu frowned, and raised his arms to cover his eyes.

The second step is to force people to get up in a collapse - lift the quilt!

Yi Xianghan picked up the quilt on the ground, covered him neatly, and then lifted it off, and the quilt drew a beautiful arc in the air.

The third step of forcing people to get up in a collapse - making noise!

"Gu Xiaobao, it's almost ten o'clock! Get up, have breakfast and walk the dog!" Yi Xianghan yelled, "Did you do your homework? Did you do your housework?"

Gu Yu wanted to cry but had no tears, so he turned over helplessly, begging bitterly, "Please forgive me."

It makes people feel comforted when they collapse and get up proactively. The fourth step-food temptation!

Yi Xianghan brought a bowl of egg custard and a burrito from the kitchen, and the aroma immediately lingered in the whole room like a ghost.

Gu Yu struggled to sit up, tugged at his clothes, got off the bed in a daze, followed the scent to find the desk, stretched his trembling hands towards the breakfast, and Yi Xianghan slapped him back.

"Wash up first!" Yi Xianghan didn't show mercy, took a bite of the burrito, and returned to the kitchen with the plate.

Gu Yu often thinks about why he has fallen into the misery of today. He also thought about it today, from brushing his teeth to changing clothes, to eating the burrito that Yi Xianghan took a bite out of. .

Jian Qiao took out his homework from his schoolbag, put it on Gu Yu's desk, and quietly returned to the studio.

Gu Yu returned to the room after breakfast, sat at the desk, found Jian Qiao's workbook, opened it and looked at it roughly.

In fact, he hasn't done his weekend homework yet, and at this moment he suddenly realizes that these days he always asks Jian Qiao for homework shortly after class, how disappointing and disgusting this practice is, in case others are eating, playing games, sleeping Or engage in his great creation?

But thinking about it carefully, Jianqiao actually sent homework quickly almost every time, and there were fewer and fewer mistakes, and the handwriting was neat and tidy, and it could be seen that every question was written carefully.

Shu Mu is a student majoring in traditional Chinese painting, and he can always put painting first in terms of time coordination.But Jian Qiao is different. Learning a foreign language is time-consuming, especially Russian, which is a perverted language that is difficult to learn. He was able to do both, and he was no worse than Shu Mu.

Gu Yu was suddenly curious about how he spent every day, whether he would stay up all night, or not waste a single minute, always thinking about words and composition in his mind.

What will he do next?Translator or painter?How does learning a foreign language help his painting?

Why does he learn foreign languages?

Why are you often in a daze in class?What are you thinking about when you are in a daze?

And why did you study Chinese painting after studying oil painting for many years?

Why is it called "Mingyue"?

Why do you read those newspapers that Gu Qianfan put in the lounge every time you come to the painting boat hall?

Gu Yu closed Jian Qiao's homework book, opened his own textbook and started to review, but his mind was full of the problem just now.

Tsk, what a mysterious male doll.

After reading the book for a while, it was almost eleven o'clock. Gu Yu went to the kitchen to cook for everyone, steaming rice, chopping vegetables, stir-frying meat and cooking soup.Gu Yu hummed a song while doing it, praising himself countless times in his heart.Going up to the hall and down to the kitchen, capable of both literary and martial arts, looks frivolous, walks with style and has an arrogant demeanor, I, Gu Xiaobao, are unparalleled in the world!

After Jian Qiao finished painting, he was already a little hungry, so he sat at the dining table and waited to be fed. Not long after, Xu Shuilan also came out and sat down next to him.

"Master just said, go to the art exhibition this afternoon to appreciate the bright moon and learn from Shu Mu," Xu Shuilan said, "I went to see it yesterday, and your paintings are really good."

"...Ah," Jian Qiao was a little embarrassed, and didn't know what to reply when being praised in front of her face, "Thank you."

Go to an art exhibition?But he himself was tired of watching it all day yesterday, and it would be a waste of time to go there.

"Gu Yu must be very happy that I don't have to climb the mountain this time," Xu Shuilan laughed. "Last time, I heard from the elder sister that he was very afraid of heights. He used to go out with them, and he couldn't do it halfway through the climb. Later, everyone went to the mountain to sketch Sometimes, I was afraid that he would find it, so I painted in a lower place."

"He..." Jian Qiao frowned, a little unbelievable, "...afraid of heights?"

"Yeah, senior sister also told a lot of interesting things. For example, when he was a child, he climbed a tree to play and couldn't get down. The master was too busy to pay attention. He just sat on the tree all afternoon and named every bird. .” Xu Shuilan said.

Jian Qiao smiled, this idiot is too boring.

After chatting for a few words, he got up and walked to the kitchen door, opened the door quietly, and saw Gu Yu busy in front of the stove wearing an apron.He sang while he was busy, and he sang silly songs with no brains... No, you can't say that, it should be called innocence, after all, he also sang his childhood divine song "Counting Ducks".

"Guga Guga, there are really so many~ I can't count to the end..." Gu Yu suddenly fell silent halfway through singing, took a sip from the soup spoon, and nodded. This soup should only be found in the sky, not on earth. How many times do you have to try it.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the door: "Is it good?"

Gu Yu shook his hands and almost lost his grip on the spoon.He glanced back, scooped up another spoonful of soup, and looked at Jian Qiao: "Have a bite?"

Jian Qiao hesitated for a moment, walked over, bowed his head and took a sip, it was delicious, with a fresh but not greasy scent of sesame oil.He held the handle of the spoon next to Gu Yu's hand, tilted it a little, finished the soup, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you put the coriander?"

"No," Gu Yu took a big soup bowl and poured it spoonful by spoonful, "Both Yi Xianghan and Zhao Mishan don't like coriander."

"Everyone is going to see the art exhibition this afternoon, so I won't go, I've seen enough." Jian Qiao said.

"Oh," Gu Yu responded, "Then you and Leng Qing stay in the studio, and I'll take the others."

deserted?He doesn't go either?Oh yes, he has been there too.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the two of them to be left in the studio without talking and still fighting inexplicably?

"Well... do you have to go?" Jian Qiao said, "Didn't you also go to the art exhibition?"

"I have to take care of everyone," Gu Yu replied, "And I only watched it for 10 minutes yesterday, and I didn't quite understand it, so of course I'll watch it for a while."

Just as Jian Qiao was thinking about what to do, the door was pushed open, and he walked in desertedly, probably to get something or to help with the meal.As soon as he stepped on the threshold, he saw Jian Qiao inside, was taken aback for a moment, turned around and walked out without taking anything.

Jian Qiao glanced at his back and closed the door.

"Then I'll go." Jian Qiao said.

Gu Yu took out a few bowls and started serving rice, glanced at the door, then at Jianqiao, then lowered his head to serve the rice.He looked up again at the door, then at Jianqiao.

Jian Qiao was sized up inexplicably, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"You and Leng Qing are so strange," Gu Yu said, "If you avoid him, he also avoids you."

Jian Qiao sighed.

Holding the rice spoon, Gu Yu leaned closer, and asked in a low voice cautiously, hesitating: "You... you don't... you like... him, do you?"

"I like you." Jian Qiao turned his head to look at Gu Yu, the two were almost nose to nose, so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Gu Yu was so frightened that he stepped back: "Huh?"

"Don't you worry about these things all day long?" Jian Qiao asked.

Gu Yu was a little embarrassed. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he was really worried about some things that had nothing to do with him.He had no choice but to change the subject: "Actually, you can still learn from Shu Mu, after all, he is so powerful."

"My style is too similar to his, so I can't learn from him." Jian Qiao said.

"You..." Gu Yu thought for a while, "You painted Chinese paintings later than him, and your style is similar to his. Will others think you copied him?"

"I don't care what other people think, and the level may be high or low." Jian Qiao said.

Gu Yu laughed, nodded, and waved his arm: "Drand the meal!" Then he opened the door, leaned on the door frame and shouted: "Duan——"

"Food." Jian Qiao said, holding a big bowl of soup and walking over to the dining table.

Originally, he had planned to go to the art exhibition with everyone, but Gu Qianfan had to stay if he wanted to ask him to talk about something. Sure enough, no one can escape Murphy's Law, and what they are afraid of will happen.Staying alone with Leng Qing for an afternoon makes my head hurt just thinking about it.

In the afternoon, Gu Yu took everyone out. Jian Qiao and Leng Qing were in the last row of the studio, one by the door and the other by the window, ignoring each other.

Gu Qianfan walked in and waved to them: "Come on! Sit at the front! I'll tell you something."

The two got up immediately, walked to the table and sat down reluctantly.

Gu Qianfan didn't think much about it, he was only thinking about his big plans: "You two just stayed, I want to discuss with you about a traditional Chinese painting cultural and creative competition, form groups of two and do some creative work with Chinese painting Design. Considering that Yi Xianghan has already stood out in the last competition, this time I want you two to participate in the competition together, what do you think?"

"Okay." Jian Qiao agreed without any hesitation.

It's a little surprising that they are deserted. Usually, the relationship between the two of them is not good. If they cooperate to prepare for a competition, you can't do yours and I will do mine without talking, right?He didn't expect Jian Qiao to agree so quickly, as if the two of them had never had any estrangement.

"Then you can start preparing. I will tidy up the small studio next to you for later use. I will start to conceive it in the near future. I will start creating after the exhibition in the Painting Boat Hall. The master sister and I will help you on the painting. You can find Xiaobao for other things." Gu Qianfan stroked his beard and looked at them, "Is there any problem?"

"No." Jian Qiao replied.

Leng Qing shook his head.

After Gu Qianfan left, Jianqiao didn't move, neither did Leng Qing, neither of them said a word.I am standing on your left side, but it seems to be across the Milky Way, probably this is the feeling.

To do creative design, what theme?Lengqing has probably gone through in my mind, which direction to go, what style to use, and how much time each stage will take.But Jianqiao was still thinking about the painting just painted, what color is missing, and how long it will take to finish.

They were thinking about each other, a gust of wind came in from the window, messing up their hair, and the atmosphere in the room became even colder.

Jian Qiao was a little cold, and wanted to find a coat to put on, when he suddenly said coldly, "When you quit the oil painting class before, didn't you tell everyone?"

"Who are you talking to?" Jian Qiao heard the question, held on to his chair without moving, and asked him, "Who can I talk to?"

"Aren't they..." Leng Qing thought for a while, and used words that sounded more appropriate, "Is it bad for you?"

Jian Qiao lowered his eyelids, staring at the floor quietly, the wooden grain on it stretched from the foot of the table in front of him to the tip of his shoe.He didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't even understand why Leng Qing asked such a question.

"No." Jian Qiao dropped these two words, walked out of the studio, stood in the corridor, and stared blankly against the wall for a while.

No one treats him badly, and there is no reason for him to feel wronged when he does anything.He just did whatever he wanted, never thinking about the consequences. At that moment, he felt that he should do it, so he did it without hesitation.

Even if there is a reason, even if there are some ideas, some other considerations, he will not think too clearly.People often do the things they regret most in the future when they are most sober.

He originally wanted to call Gu Yu and borrow a coat to wear, but he felt less cold when he walked out.He seemed to understand a little bit why Leng Qing was called Leng Qing.

Leng Qing walked out and walked out of the courtyard.Jian Qiao stood there and thought for a while, then followed him out.

Leng Qing leaned against the door frame, lowered his head, shook the cigarette case, and lit a cigarette. The smell of tobacco mixed into the air, making it dull.

Jian Qiao stepped over the threshold, stood beside him, and asked, "When did you start smoking?"

Leng Qing didn't answer directly, but took a breath silently, and the erratic smoke lingered around his fingertips.If he didn't answer, Jian Qiao didn't have the patience to continue asking, but he wanted to know the answer.

"Speak." Jian Qiao said coldly, suppressing his temper.

Does he really want to hear the truth that represents the facts and the past, or a spiritual consolation that will make him feel more comfortable?Leng Qing didn't understand, and Jian Qiao didn't understand either.

"After leaving you...you." Leng Qing said.

Jian Qiao asked, "Three years?"

"Hmm." Leng Qing replied.

Three years.

The numb senses, which had been suffocated by the choking smoke for a long time, finally had some uneasiness and waves.

Old friend, stay safe, it's been three years.