embrace the moon

Thursday, 12:17 p.m.

Gu Yu lay on the bed and turned over, the cold wind came in from the window, as if he had been slapped on the buttocks, refreshing and cool.

The mobile phone on the bedside table rang suddenly. It was a mellow and sad Russian song, which was suitable as the background music for the situation where he didn't want to wake up.He was completely woken up now, he stretched out his hand to sweep the bedside table in a daze, picked up the phone and connected it, and put it to his ear.

After the call was connected, the other end didn't speak, so Gu Yu could only squeak: "Hello?"

"Brother Yu." A soft and aggrieved voice came.

"Huh?" Gu Yu stepped forward on the road to sobriety, "Chuyang?"

There was no answer on the other end of the phone, Gu Yu waited for a while, sat up from the bed, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chu Yang walked on the side of the road, sat down by the sidewalk, thought for a while, and said, "I have nowhere to go, can I go to the painting hall for a while?"

"...What's wrong with you?" Gu Yu asked, "You are already in your third year of high school, why don't you go home at night?"

"I slipped out," Chu Yang said, "My parents were arguing again, and I couldn't sleep."

"You have to go to class tomorrow, right?" Gu Yu said, "Send me the address, and I'll find you right away."

Gu Yu hung up the phone, and the phone quickly received a location.He got up and grabbed a coat casually, put it on, and pushed Mr. Gu's battery car out the door.

The night in September is still quite cold, especially when riding a battery car, there is an illusion that the hunting wind stretches the hands and slaps the ears.

The two youngest apprentices in the studio are Chu Yang and Wang Yuanqi, who are in high school.Both of them learned from Mr. Gu since they were young. Later, Gu Qianfan didn't accept children as apprentices, so the two of them became everyone's younger brothers.

Chuyang's location wasn't particularly far away, but it wasn't close either. It would take half an hour to ride a small battery.When he arrived, Chu Yang was sitting under a street lamp, staring at the ground in a daze.

The little eDonkey rushed to him and slammed on the brakes. Chu Yang raised his head and stared at Gu Yu, his eyes still unfocused.

Gu Yu took off his coat, threw it on him, and ordered: "Come up."

"You stole Master's car again?" Chu Yang said, sitting on the back seat of the little eDonkey.

"Steal what? It sounds so ugly," Gu Yu said angrily, "Can I pick you up if I don't steal a ride? It's not easy to take a taxi at this point."

"Oh." Chu Yang responded, and put on Gu Yu's coat, which was quite warm and smelled of laundry detergent.

Gu Yu twisted the handlebar, and the little eDonkey started running on the empty street.

"Have you eaten yet? Why don't you take me to barbecue?" Gu Yu asked, taking a cool breath while speaking.

"No," Chu Yang said, "Go back to the painting hall directly."

"You ran out without dinner?" Gu Yu asked, "Then why did you stay up until midnight before calling me?"

"I'm homeless." Chu Yang replied.

"You little bastard, what if something happens to you?" Gu Yu turned a corner, a bit sharply, Chu Yang grabbed his T-shirt.

It was late when I returned to the painting hall, and it was already late when I went out.After Chu Yang washed up, he lay on the sofa in their lounge, eyes open and not sleepy.

Gu Yu came in with a bowl of egg noodles and put it on the small wooden table: "Get up and eat."

Chu Yang sat up and walked to the small table, sat down on the carpet, took a newspaper and placed it under the bowl.

"This newspaper was opened," Chu Yang said, "Did Master put it here after reading it? Can it be used?"

"Use it, you're still asking when you're already on the mat," Gu Yu replied, sitting on the edge of the bed, and after a while he simply fell down and lay flat, "Anyway, he insists on showing you these newspapers, when did you read them. "

"Brother Leng Qing occasionally flips through it during rest." Chu Yang picked up the chopsticks and buried himself in eating. "Brother Yu is good at cooking. It's much more delicious than my mother's cooking."

"The flattery slapped loudly," Gu Yu said.

"There are missing person notices here," Chu Yang pointed at the newspaper with his chopsticks, "several of them are in the middle of the newspaper."

"Hurry up and eat, little ancestor," Gu Yu said, "Don't worry about missing person notices, if you hang around for a while, your parents should put you on board."

"Don't mention them," Chu Yang said, "When they quarrel, I dare not speak."

"Your mother called me just now," Gu Yu said, "When you come out, you have to report to your family that you are safe. If you don't answer the message or answer the phone, others will worry."

"I don't want to hear their voices. Whenever I hear them, I'm arguing." Chu Yang picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup. There was also ham and tomato in the noodles. The soup was topped with green onions, and it tasted delicious.

"What time do you have class tomorrow?" Gu Yu asked, lying on the bed and stretching, his fingers brushed under the pillow, something hung him.

He turned his head and lifted the pillow, only to see a silver-gray watch underneath, the style is quite retro.

"07:30." Chu Yang replied.

"Is this yours?" Gu Yu picked up the watch and asked.

Chu Yang looked up from the noodles, then ate the noodles: "No."

Not his?Gu Yu was puzzled, who else could it be? This semester, the painting class has not officially started, so no one is resting on this bed, why... ah, Jian Qiao!

Gu Yu carefully looked at the watch in his hand.After a while, he held it in his palm, left the bed and stood up: "Then I will take you to school tomorrow morning, go to bed early, and put the bowl in the kitchen sink after eating."

"I'll just take a taxi by myself. I don't need to bother you. Don't you have to go to class too?" Chu Yang said.

"What's the trouble?" Gu Yu walked slowly towards the door, "This week, I don't have class on Friday, and I have to go shopping by the way."

"That's fine," Chu Yang nodded, "Brother, good night."

"...Ah," Gu Yu was suddenly not used to hearing these words, he lived with Mr. Gu, how could he talk to each other, he stood at the door for a moment, and said awkwardly, "... …Good night."

Gu Yu returned to the room, put Jian Qiao's watch on the bedside table, set an alarm clock for [-]:[-] in the morning, wrapped himself in the quilt carelessly, and fell asleep.

When Jian Qiao returned to the dormitory with the drawing board on his back, several other people were there.They are mixed, two foreign language colleges, two business schools.The other boy in their class in the dormitory was Chen Fangxu, and their monitor, Jian Qiao, usually had a good relationship with him.

"I'm back." Sitting in front of the computer, Chen Fangxu turned his head and said, "The dried mangoes on the table are from Jiajia."

"Okay, thank you," Jian Qiao put down the drawing board, sat back in his seat, picked up the dried mangoes on the table and opened them, "One person will ascend to heaven."

"It's so nice to talk," Chen Fangxu was happy, and he kicked his legs and slid over on the swivel chair, "Jiajia also asked me to ask you how to sign up for the painting exhibition held by the Painting Boat Hall."

"Look for the official Weibo of Huazhoutang, and private message him," Jian Qiao said, taking a bite of dried mango, "but it must be too late to participate in the exhibition now, at most, sign up for a volunteer to meet the world."

"She didn't paint at first, and she definitely didn't apply for the exhibition. It seems to be talking about something." Chen Fangxu said with a confused face.

Jian Qiao thought for a while: "Shall we explain it? Or go to the official WeChat account to sign up."

"...Okay," Chen Fangxu sighed suddenly, "If you two add a contact information to chat in private, I won't be able to tell you what to say all day long."

Jian Qiao put down the dried mangoes, sorted out the books on the table, and said in a tone that could not be refuted: "It is not suitable."

"Hey, it's not that I don't believe you," Chen Fangxu said, "You are like a monk all day long without being obsessed with women. You are handsome, but Jiajia is steadfast to me..."

"Inappropriate." Jian Qiao interrupted him, got up and went to wash up.

Chen Fangxu scratched his hair, didn't seem to understand what was wrong, and sat back in front of the computer.

After Jian Qiao washed up, he climbed into bed and closed half of the bed curtains, took out his mobile phone to read Weibo.Chen Fangxu suddenly lifted the curtain and crawled over from the next bed, frightened Jian Qiao so much that his hands trembled, and the phone slammed on his chest.

"What are you doing, it's late at night." Jian Qiao picked up the phone and continued to look at it.

Chen Fangxu came over and took a look: "What are you looking at?"

"The official Weibo account of Huazhoutang," said Jian Qiao, "help you give advice to your girlfriend."

Chen Fangxu bowed his hands to him: "Loyalty."

Seeing that Jian Qiao didn't seem to care about him, Chen Fangxu asked, "There's no class tomorrow, are you going to the library to do your homework?"

"No," Jian Qiao flatly refused, "I want to go out."

"Still painting?" Chen Fangxu said, "You paint seven days a week?"

"No, I'm going to buy paint." Jian Qiao said.

"The shopping mall on the 3rd Ring Road?" Chen Fangxu said, "Cai Zhe seems to be going tomorrow, how about you two as a companion?"

Jian Qiao glanced at the opposite bed: "What is he doing there? I'll just go by myself, it's embarrassing to be with him all the way."

When Chen Fangxu heard this, he lifted the curtain guiltily and glanced at Cai Zhe's seat. Fortunately, he was playing games with his earphones on.

"Okay, I wanted you to go to the library and take a seat for me. I want to sleep late." Chen Fangxu turned around and crawled back slowly.

"School just started and it's Friday, so the seats won't be full." Jian Qiao said for a while, feeling drowsy, turned off the phone and threw it beside the pillow, and pulled down the curtain to get ready to sleep.

Chen Fangxu's girlfriend, Yang Jiaqing, is not from the Academy of Fine Arts, but she likes painting and often asks him questions about this through Chen Fangxu.The painting boat hall is half the sky for those who study painting in the city, but everyone seems to not know that Gu Yu is Gu Qianfan's grandson, and even Jian Qiao only found out after meeting him in the painting boat hall.

The lights were turned off on time at eleven o'clock, and Cai Zhe was still sitting below playing games, babbling and babbling.Jian Qiao stared at the curtain on the top of the bed in a daze.

As the night passed, the alarm clock rang in his ears. Gu Yu scratched his hair, sat up with difficulty and dazed for a while, got out of bed and walked to the kitchen with his slippers on, and spread out three omelets sleepily.

The sun gradually rose from the eastern boundary, and the wind in late summer and early autumn blew through the hall in gusts, Gu Yu shivered from the cold.He brought out the omelet and went to the lounge to wake up Chu Yang.

After sending Chuyang to school, Gu Yu rode a small electric donkey to the painting material market to buy some paper and pens.Many shop owners in this area are old acquaintances with him, and Gu Yu has always bought painting materials from them.He parked the little eDonkey at the door of the shop and walked in.

"Boss, help me pack these two boxes of paint." A tall and thin figure stood at the front desk, holding the paint to pay the bill.Hearing this voice, Gu Yu turned his head to take a look, walked behind him and whistled.

After paying the money, Jian Qiao turned around and saw Gu Yu standing leisurely behind him with his hands in his pockets.

"Are you here to buy painting materials?" Jian Qiao asked.

"Well," Gu Yu responded, and looked at the boss, "Old Wang, Shuxuan and cotton single Xuan, five plum pens and Yejin pens, and three sets of advertising colors."

"Okay," the boss went to get him something from the shelf, and he didn't forget to greet him, "I haven't seen you in half a month, you've grown taller again."

"It's not long," Gu Yu replied honestly, "Let's settle the money that Wen Zhu came to get for the lampblack ink last time."

As he spoke, he looked at the things Jian Qiao bought, and asked casually, "Did you use it for practice?"

Jian Qiao nodded.

Gu Yu squatted down, looked at the plastic bag in his hand, and then looked up at him: "Why are there still oil paints?"

"Helping an oil painting for a studio," Jian Qiao was so frightened by his actions that his heart skipped a beat. Gu Yu squatted like this, with his head next to the bag, and Jian Qiao could even feel his hair touching her just now With the back of his hand, he looked down at Gu Yu, and then said, "Let's go first, bye."

Gu Yu stood up, Jian Qiao turned around and walked towards the door.He came here by taxi early in the morning. After buying the paint, he planned to find a place nearby to eat something.Hearing that a new Monet's cultural and creative store opened nearby, he wanted to go and have a look after eating.

However, Jianqiao wandered around among various shops, but he really couldn't find any one that could eat, not even a small stall selling soy milk.He had no choice but to change his plan and go to the Wenchuang store first.

When Jian Qiao was studying oil painting before, his favorites were those impressionist works, and Monet's paintings became the unattainable benchmarks in his heart.Later, the works of a young painter in China gained a foothold in the circle and became Jianqiao's new idol. This person was "Old Chen" who was always heard but never seen.

When he walked to the door of the store, he happened to see a familiar figure walking out, holding a beautifully wrapped gift box in his hand, looking happy.

Jian Qiao glanced at him, walked straight in without saying a word.

When he passed by that person, Cai Zhe grabbed him: "Why, you still came here?"

Jian Qiao simply withdrew his hand, turned his head and looked at him without hesitation, and said coldly: "Are you sick?"

"I'm sick? I dare to chase after me if I like it, but what's wrong with you being sneaky?" Cai Zhe laughed, making people feel hairy.

Okay, okay, I don't appreciate the paintings today, I just listen to your bragging.Jian Qiao was so angry that he also laughed, reached out and grabbed his collar, pulled him aside, and pushed him into the alley next to the shop.

"Fighting?" Cai Zhe stood firm and cursed, "I'm afraid of you? Don't you come here because Yang Jiaqing likes it? Are you not tired of pretending to be a good person all day?"

Jian Qiao choked on him and said, "Does anyone who walks into this store have to be her suitors? Do you consider yourself the president of Yang Jiaqing's Global Fan Support Club?"

"You got so close to Chen Fangxu, isn't it because of his girlfriend?" Cai Zhe said, "You can do it, pretend to be aloof all day long, and make fun of your good brother to convince you."

Jian Qiao didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, put down the paint in his hand, reached out and pushed him against the wall.Not to be outdone, Cai Zhe raised his fist at him, but Jian Qiao blocked him back.

"First of all, it doesn't matter who you chase after me, and it doesn't matter who Yang Jiaqing is. But if you want to get ideas on Chen Fangxu's girlfriend, I will take care of it." Jian Qiao said.

Cai Zhe stared at him, pushed Jian Qiao away with all his strength, and shouted: "You are fucking sick! Like those idiots in the newspaper..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jian Qiao pounced on him and punched him on the head violently.