embrace the moon

It was in the summer and autumn of this year that Mingyue, who was held in the apex of the hearts of several seniors, really took off.After meeting Professor Zhou, I undoubtedly gained many opportunities.Opportunities lie ahead, but the most important thing is real skills.But for Jian Qiao, the thing he is most afraid of being tested is his solid creative ability accumulated since childhood.

Someone dug up his previous works to find fault, but found that all of them were unique, and each one was quite testable.As a result, his works have participated in several large-scale exhibitions one after another, and he was able to break out of the art circle and create some commercial value.

Even the notebooks used by the students in the class and the sweaters worn by them all incorporate the patterns and national style elements designed by him.Now, the name "Mingyue" has gained some popularity.

Jian Qiao often feels that he is so virtuous and capable that he is favored by the respected masters.In his heart, he didn't think it was a good thing to be noticed suddenly.For a long time, Mingyue, who has been painting for many years, has always been steady and steady, rising step by step.The sudden focus made him feel at a loss.

Among them, Gu Qianfan put in a lot of effort, maybe he was tired from running back and forth, and his health was not good when the seasons changed.Gu Yu was busy with the affairs of the painting boat hall all day long, and taking care of the old man was getting more and more meticulous, and he was even more busy with his studies, which made him exhausted physically and mentally.

However, after the desolation and disclosure of weakness, all kinds of cooperation and opportunities fell silent, so he and Yi Xianghan took over many things in Huazhoutang.

"Don't argue with them, they are all a bunch of ignorant people. How good is ink painting, second only to the small alleys I painted," Yi Xianghan boasted all the way, "I really like ink painting. No, look at how powerful you are..."

In fact, Leng Qing never cared what others said, but he didn't tell Yi Xianghan.So a generation of empresses comforted and enlightened him every now and then. Although it was quite noisy to his ears, it was fine when he got used to it.

"Writing is also your prettiest style. You have a lot of style. You can use Huizhou ink." Yi Xianghan bought a bunch of painting materials, and he couldn't stop talking about them.She is also very helpless, if she doesn't speak, is she waiting for Mu Mu to speak?

There is no shortage of coincidences in the world, especially when you meet your ex on a certain street corner when you are not well dressed.

Seeing that familiar figure from a distance, Yi Xianghan was absolutely sure that it was Old Zheng.She didn't want to appear too guilty, and walked in front of him proudly with her head held high.

"Hanhan." Lao Zheng looked at her intently, and finally opened his mouth.

"Hey, who is this?" Yi Xianghan also turned around and looked at him, "Did you cheat?"

She walked past Lao Zheng arrogantly, and Lao Zheng grabbed her, "Why don't you just listen to my explanation?"

"Because I'm sick, let me go." Yi Xianghan shook it hard, and the other side tightened his grip.Of course she is not as strong as the man, so she immediately felt angry, "Release!"

Just as he was pulling, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind.In summer and autumn, his fingertips were cool.He gently held her arm and pulled it towards him.

Yi Xianghan was startled, and when he turned around, he saw the same indifferent face that had remained unchanged for five days.

The tone was still the same, "Mr. Zheng, she is a girl. It doesn't matter, it's better not to touch her casually."

It doesn't matter... Yi Xianghan thought to himself, she and Lao Zheng really have nothing to do with each other, but didn't Leng Qing touch her now, the scene of a large fire pit?

"It's none of your business," Lao Zheng grabbed Yi Xianghan, "Hanhan, I can't forget you..."

"Mr. Zheng," Leng Qing held Lao Zheng's hand reluctantly, and pushed down vigorously. He raised his eyes and looked straight at him. His seemingly harmless gaze was unshakable, "Respect yourself."

Tsk, is Leng Qing the kind of person who would have anything to do with the mundane world?Yi Xianghan shuddered in his heart, even if he said that he ate flower petals and drank dew, she would believe it.

"Ah——" Yi Xianghan, who had just got out of the car, suffocated all the way, happily jumped up and down at the gate of the community, "I'm so proud! Today, my mother! My eyebrows are raised! I'm so proud!!"

Leng Qing followed behind her, still showing no expression, staring at her back gently with downcast eyes.

The one in front was still bouncing around, sighed coldly, and looked at the painting materials in his hand.When he looked up again, there was suddenly no one in front of him.I saw Yi Xianghan lying on the ground like a dog eating mud.

He immediately threw away the painting materials and walked forward, frowning and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

"Can't you see it?" Yi Xianghan shook the dust on his palm.I didn't expect that I didn't wrestle with Lao Zheng, but now I jumped twice to celebrate and fell. It seems that the elementary school teacher is right, people really can't get carried away.

Leng Qing wanted to help her, but Yi Xianghan scratched his hair in embarrassment, and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle, "Then I... I may not be able to leave. You go back first, let, let Gu Xiaobao pick me up. "

But deserted and did not leave.He squatted down, gently pulled down her skirt, held her ankle through a layer of light gauze, and took off her high heels.

Yi Xianghan moved, grinning his teeth in pain, so he had no choice but to give up, "Hey, I told you to go back first..."

Leng Qing also took off her other high-heeled shoe and held it in her hand, "When you wear high-heeled shoes from now on, don't run too fast."

"How is it my fault?" Yi Xianghan was 1 dissatisfied, "It's because the heels are too high that sprained my feet, and it's not me walking around."

Hearing this, Leng Qing didn't take it seriously, but didn't say anything, and picked up the painting material and put it in her arms.

"You mean I'm not a lady?" Yi Xianghan became angrier as he thought about it, "What's wrong with me running for two steps? I don't run every day."

No, you are, you just run every day, and you still jump and jump.Leng Qing didn't speak, squatted down, and reached out to her.

Yi Xianghan was a little embarrassed at this moment, she could treat everyone like brothers in the painting boat hall, only deserted - after all, he was not in good health, what if he was tired and had an accident?

"Oh, leave me alone." Yi Xianghan felt guilty, so he collapsed on the ground and became a useless person.

Leng Qing looked back at her, "It rained last night, and there were a lot of earthworms by the flower table, and the road was covered with mud. When I came here this morning, I saw that the cleaning lady cleaned it for a long time, but there were still earthworms crawling everywhere..."

"Come here! I can't reach it!"

Yi Xianghan was lying on Leng Qing's back, holding the painting material in his hand, and strangling Leng Qing's neck with his arms, "So this is how it feels to be so tall, so don't you usually see how many spins on other people's heads?"

"Well," replied Leng Qing, and had a rare chat with her, "Jian Qiao has one, Gu Yu has one, and Xu Shuilan has two."

She giggled, rummaged through the bag, took out an ink stick and looked at it carefully, "This one is too delicate, as expected, the things you use are less worldly."

Lengqing didn't talk to him again, Yi Xianghan put the ink stick back in a dull manner, took out a bottle of ink, opened it and smelled it, "Wow, this smells so good, the one I recommend to you is different."

"Come and hear it, hurry up, this Huizhou ink is authentic! The master endorsed it himself!" Yi Xianghan kept pushing the ink in front of him, and he couldn't see the way so coldly, he turned his head immediately.

"It's super fragrant! It's even more fragrant than the one you used!" Yi Xianghan let him smell it endlessly, and couldn't stand the desertedness, so he said in a deep voice, "Don't make trouble."

Yi Xianghan paused with his fingertips and shook his hand.

The ink drew a bold and unrestrained river on the white shirt.

Both stared at the shirt for a moment.Leng Qing raised his eyes and continued to walk forward. Yi Xianghan capped the ink bottle guiltily and carefully put it back in his pocket.

Both of them were silent for a long time, and the scene was extremely embarrassing.When he was about to reach the entrance of the Painting Boat Hall, Yi Xianghan finally confessed his crime obediently, and was about to apologize when he heard a gentle voice——

"It's really delicious."

Xu Shuilan was waiting at the door, when she saw the two of them, she was taken aback, "Are you tired from walking?"

"I'm never tired." Yi Xianghan jumped off Leng Qing's back, as if he had forgotten that he had sprained his foot, and stood on the ground so painful that he couldn't move.

Leng Qing supported her, picked her up horizontally without saying a word, walked through the main hall into the living room, and gently placed her on the sofa.It seemed to be a little difficult when he bent down to put it down, but Yi Xianghan could clearly see that there was a glistening sweat bead on his forehead.

"I'm so heavy?"

"...No." Leng Qing picked up a pile of painting materials, put them away in the storage room, and asked Jian Qiao for some clothes.

He stood in the bathroom, took off his shirt, and sniffed the ink closely.Sweet but not greasy, quiet and distant, it is really fragrant.

In the living room, Xu Shuilan sat beside the sofa impatiently carrying a medicine box, and gave up after trying for a while, "Sister, why don't I take you to the community clinic to get some medicine? It won't be good if it gets serious."

"It's a big deal, just apply some essential oil... No, what, safflower oil will do." Yi Xianghan sat up and waved to him, "I'll pour it myself."

Xu Shuilan was very worried that her messy unrestrained style would make her feet more swollen, so she continued to persuade, "Senior sister, it's better to see a doctor."

"The little boy can't stand the wind." Yi Xianghan snatched the medicine box, rummaged through it, took out safflower oil, and wiped it carelessly.Xu Shuilan was still worried and didn't dare to say anything, so she had to ask Gu Yu to help.

Gu Yu rode the old man's little electric donkey, dragged Yi Xianghan up, turned his head to look at the attic, and shouted, "Jian Qiao, wait for me to come back!"

Upstairs, Jian Qiao walked to the window and waved to him.

"Why?" Yi Xianghan asked while sitting in the back seat, holding his broken leg.

It was estimated that the wind would be strong later, so Gu Yu took off his coat and threw it to her, and rode on a small electric donkey, "He is going to meet the curator of the art exhibition tonight. That person is so annoying, he said he only has time tonight If we can’t talk about it, then we don’t use his paintings.”

Hearing this, Yi Xianghan smiled, "He is so popular now, why would anyone flirt with him?"

"Grandpa can meet a few ignorant people, let alone him? You will be bullied when you are young."

Gu Yu took Yi Xianghan to check. A brat broke his arm, and they waited in line for a long time.Gu Yu reckoned that time was a little too late, and he planned to go out to have a meal with Jian Qiao, but now it seems that Suo's two noodles are burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

After the call was connected, Gu Yu stood outside the clinic, watching the gradually darkening night. "Jian Qiao, go there first, I guess there is still time to eat nearby, I will have a while."

There was a reply from the other end of the phone, "Don't worry, take your time."

"Well," Gu Yu responded, "hang up."

There was a moment of silence over there, and suddenly said: "I'm a little nervous, give me a kiss."

"Tsk, you're doing it every day," Gu Yu held the phone, quietly raised his eyes to look around, and kissed the phone, "Come on, Qiaoqiao."

The sky is getting dark gradually, and there is a kind of mediocrity in the gloomy evening.

While waiting for Yi Xianghan to fix his broken leg, Gu Yu checked the flight of that crazy curator. Just after landing, Jian Qiao should already be on the way.He sent Yi Xianghan back on a small electric donkey, and as soon as he arrived at the painting boat hall, he took a coat for Jian Qiao and was ready to go out.

He dialed Jian Qiao's phone, and it took him a while to get through. Before he could speak, there was a sudden panting.

Gu Yu's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked, "Jian Qiao, are you running? Is it too late?"

"I haven't met yet," Jian Qiao stopped, panting, "I'm in some trouble."

As soon as Jian Qiao told him where he was, the phone on the other end was cut off suddenly, leaving only a beeping busy tone.

"Brother Lu!" Gu Yu knocked on the door of the courtyard next door, and shouted eagerly, "Lu Xun!"

No one came to answer the door, Gu Yu quickly went to the door, hailed a taxi, and called him impatiently.After the other end was connected, it was displayed abroad. Gu Yu was at a loss for what to do, and Lu Xun over there was at a loss, "What's wrong?"

"When Jian Qiao went to eat, he met a group of social youths, and they started a fight, and now they are still making trouble for him, what should we do?"

Lu Xun comforted him and said, "Xiao Gu, don't worry, it's not a big deal. I'll let my friend help, he can beat me better, don't worry."

Gu Yu didn't feel much relieved, after all, it was Jianqiao, even if he was wearing the treasure consecrated by Buddha, he was still worried.

Lu Xun sent a number, and Gu Yu called and told the person's address. The voice sounded a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

"I'm not only beating people today, I'm going to tie you up to earn some living expenses," a group of social youths held strange weapons in their hands, "Aren't you pushy, what do we do to you if we teach others? It's okay. Show off!"

Although Jian Qiao wasn't particularly strong, he was tall enough to be able to fight strangers.It's just that these people's origins are unknown, and when his white and delicate hands that work with paintbrushes in both directions brush across the wooden boards hung with iron nails, he still feels a deep pain.

The long stick on one side fell down unpreparedly, and it was about to fall on him, when a figure suddenly rushed over, kicked the stick away, and punched the man along the way.

"Jian Qiao, how are you?" Gu Yu looked at him anxiously.Before he finished speaking, Jian Qiao suddenly pulled him behind him and received a solid punch.

"Jane Bridge!"

"Leave me alone, take Zirui away first." Jian Qiao pushed him away and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.Only then did Gu Yu realize that there was Qi Zirui next to him, and he was immediately furious, so he was not willing to leave first.Just as a group of people wrestled together, there was only a loud "bang", accompanied by the sound of glass shattering.The surroundings suddenly darkened, and the corners of the street were dimmed.

"Sorry, I'm late, kid," a man jumped out of the car on the street, bent down and grabbed a handful of stones, and waved at them against the light, "Come here, brother."

Gu Yu immediately supported Jian Qiao and walked over there. Before the social youths behind could catch up, Gu Yu felt something whizzing past his ears, causing screams from behind.

Another person got out of the car on the side of the road and opened the door to send them up.Gu Yu recognized this person as the owner of the coffee shop in the city, and only then did he realize that this was the friend Lu Xun had mentioned to him before.

The three of them were sitting in the back seat, Qi Zirui's face was also brightened, and Gu Yu never looked at him directly.What's more, Jianqiao's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his fingertips were trembling with pain.

"Jian Qiao, what's the matter?" Gu Yu nervously inspected every wound on his body, only to hear him whisper softly, "Hand..."

Outside, Xiao Xiao was still single-handedly fighting with the gangsters, but Li Ke calmed down, sat in the driver's seat, and turned on the dome light.Hearing this, he turned around and looked over, grabbed Jian Qiao's hand and looked at it, still very calm, "It should be a broken wrist bone, and it may take a month or two to recover."

After finishing speaking, he whistled out the car window, Xiao Xiao quickly settled down and returned to the car.

"Those little brats are quite poisonous. The boards are still nailed, and the stick is taller than me." Xiao Xiao slammed on the car door, unscrewed the bottle cap and took two gulps. "Go to the hospital, kids, I guess..."

When he said this, he was looking back at them, and when his eyes swept over Jianqiao, he froze, paused, then turned back, and said in a deep voice, "I guess I'm injured."

Li Ke started the car, Jian Qiao was buried in Gu Yu's arms, and said weakly, "Go to the coffee shop, the curator should still be there."

"No!" Gu Yu replied firmly.

"I'm really fine..."

"If I say no, I can't!" Gu Yu said angrily, "Isn't it just a few paintings?!"

Jian Qiao looked up at him in surprise.Li Ke stopped the car, turned his head and looked at the two of them, "Where are you going?"

"Hospital." Gu Yu quickly replied.

The car ran again on the dark street, speechless all the way, until Xiao Xiao finally realized, "The coffee shop you're talking about is my one? A little candy house?"

"En." Jian Qiao responded.

"That person wearing glasses waiting in the box is the one you're dating?" Xiao Xiao completely cut off his thoughts, "He was already cursing when we left, and he's nowhere to be seen now. "

The night is getting darker, the vehicles on the road are becoming less and less, the world is much quieter, only the cold wind blowing outside the car window can be heard.

Jian Qiao's cheeks were pale, and he was sweating unceasingly, staring at his hands in a daze.Gu Yu also stared at him very nervously, and hugged him tighter.

...the right hand, the right hand.