The Fragrant Romance of the Abandoned House

The yard is very large, and it can be seen that many plants have been planted, but it is cold, and almost all of them are thanked.The bungalow is made of wood, small but exquisite.The small wooden house is located in the huge yard, looking lonely.

"Why do you live here?" Song Yi asked, "Live alone?"

"Well," Ren Han opened the door, "It's clean here."

Song Yi walked into the wooden house and found that the house didn't look like a house at all, it was more like a studio than a house.Apart from the easel in the room, there is a model, and facing the door is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and you can see the stars in the night sky outside the window.A hammock is hung in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, which is probably the only place where the owner of the house can rest.

"You're still so rebellious at such an age?" Song Yi wanted to walk inside while wearing his shoes.

"Take off my shoes!" Ren Han stopped him and handed him a pair of slippers, "Don't trample on my floor dirty."

Song Yi changed into slippers and walked in, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and shook the hammock, then turned to ask Ren Han: "Don't tell me you sleep with this every day?"

"Didn't you see the tatami next to it?" Ren Han clicked his tongue, "I can bear to sleep on that thing every day."

Ren Han lowered his head and packed his painting tools, Song Yi walked over and glanced at the paintings on the easel.

After so many years, the people have not changed, but the painting style has changed a lot.

"Drawn with a brush?" He looked at the painting and asked Ren Han.

"Well, how's it going?"

"I'm a layman, so don't ask me."

"Don't fucking fart with me, can a layman tell at a glance that this is a brush painting?"

Song Yi smiled, "Very good."

"You can be more perfunctory." Ren Han glanced at him sideways, and raised his chin at him, "Go and sit there, and draw a portrait of you."

"No, I can't sit still." Song Yi waved his hand.

"You move casually, I'll be fine in a while." Ren Han said, picked up the brush and dipped some water.

Song Yi sighed, and sat down on the chair, "Aren't you the designer of the company? What are these for?" He swept the room, "These are also the business of the company?"

Ren Han took a brush and tapped the drawing paper a few times, "Of course not, I was just drawing for fun." He looked up at Song Yi, "Hey, I told you to move casually, and you really can't stop moving?"

Song Yi put away his outstretched legs, and leaned lazily on the chair.

Except for the first few glances at Song Yi, Ren Han basically didn't look up again, took a brush and skillfully sketched a few strokes on the drawing board, and the overall outline of Song Yi came out.

Ren Han painted very quickly, including the final coloring time, it was completed in less than half an hour.

"OK." Ren Han put down the brush.

"It's really fast." Song Yi stood up and stretched his arms.

"A few random strokes, no detailed drawing." Ren Han took the drawing paper off the drawing board.

He handed the painting to Song Yi and said, "Happy birthday."

Song Yi was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that his birthday was today.

"This is a birthday present." Ren Han said.

Song Yi took the portrait, "How do you know today is my birthday?"

"Your birthday is so easy to remember. People in the university dormitory back then, I only remember your birthday, and it's hard to remember it on Christmas day."

"Thank you." Song Yi looked at Ren Han with a smile.

"You're welcome, how about it, I drew you handsome enough, right?" Ren Han leaned over, "Don't tell me, it's cool to draw with a brush, and I don't have to worry about drawing blindly."

Song Yi nodded, "It's really good, I like this style."

"I like it too." Ren Han took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

"Tsk, why is it gone again..." Ren Han knocked on the empty cigarette case, "I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, you wait here for my meeting, and came back to eat together."

"No, I'll be back in a while."

"Is someone at home celebrating your birthday?"

"It's not my birthday." Song Yi picked up the brush on the easel and looked carefully, "I just want to go home."

"Okay, then I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes and take you back later."

"Well, let me use this thing." Song Yi raised the brush, "Lend me a few strokes."

Ren Han waved his hand, "Do whatever you want, draw whatever you want."

Song Yi has never drawn with a brush. To be precise, he has not drawn seriously for many years. He usually draws stick figures of small animals to make Song Wei happy.The only time he did it seriously was when he stole the portrait of Qi Jingzhi in the company before, but was discovered by the person involved.

At that time, he was still in love secretly. It was no different from ordinary crush. It was indeed bitter and sweet.Fortunately, the sweet feeling overwhelmed the bitter feeling, and the crush was not a good thing, but the cuteness index was off the charts.

Song Yi's mind was wandering, but the movements of his hands were very skillful, thinking in his heart, drawing in his hands, hey hey hey, one stroke here and one stroke there, the person who had been hovering in his mind ran out from under the pen tip.

When it came time to draw the eyes, he changed to a brush with a very fine tip, dipped some gold powder ink, and drew a star on the pupil.

The door lock rang suddenly, Song Yi thought it was Ren Han who came back, and said without looking back: "It's really fun to draw with a brush."

There was no answer.

Song Yi turned his head in doubt, but he didn't see anyone, but saw a wisp of green smoke coming out of the gap between the wooden wall and the ground.

Song Yi put down his paintbrush and walked over. He went to the door and turned the handle, but found that it couldn't be turned.There was a choking smell in his nose, and Song Yi immediately realized where the smoke came from.

He tugged on the doorknob vigorously, but the lock and the door were still motionless. He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Ren Han, but suddenly he heard a knock on the door, and Ren Han's anxious voice came in through the door. : "Song Yi! Song Yi! Are you in there?"

Song Yi opened the door and said loudly: "I'm inside, is there a fire outside?"

"Fuck me!" Ren Han slammed the door forcefully, "Why the hell can't this door be opened? I'm a fucking idiot!!"

"The lock seems to be broken." Song Yi squatted down, the smoke coming out of the gap became thicker and thicker, choking him a little bit hard to open his eyes, he covered his nose.

The house was made of wood, and the fire spread quickly, and it didn't take long to see flames coming out of the gaps in the walls.

Ren Han slammed on the door outside and shouted: "Song Yi! Song Yi! Are you dizzy?!"

"No, cough cough...cough..."

"Get out of the way, I'll kick the door open!" Ren Han shouted outside.

Qi Jingzhi lay on the kitchen table and glanced at his watch.

seven o'clock.

The cake is ready and the gifts are ready, just waiting for Song Yi to come back.

He took out the bracelet in the box to look at it twice, lay down on the table and heyed twice, and put it back again.

He called Song Yi.

No one picked up.

Ren Han kicked hard at the door, kicking hard and accurately.Song Yi took advantage of the time when he kicked the door, ran back half squatting and took the two paintings back.He knelt on one knee and half squatted, covering his nose with one hand and struggling to roll up the two paintings.

The wooden door was not that strong, so Ren Han kicked the door open after a few kicks, and Song Yi ran out with the painting in his arms.

"Fuck..." Ren Han supported him, "Are you okay?"

"Ahem...ahem..." Song Yi looked at him with one eye half-opened, "Did you call 119?"

"Fuck, I forgot!"

"You idiot, fight!" Song Yi pushed Ren Han forward, "Stay away from the house."

The two stood in the clearing, helplessly watching the raging fire in the wooden house.There were logs everywhere, and the fire spread unstoppably. There was no way to stop it with the strength of only two people, and we could only wait for the arrival of the fire truck.

Qi Jingzhi called Song Yi again.

This time it worked.

"Hello?" Qi Jingzhi turned the cake in his hand, "What are you doing? Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

"Hey, Qi Qi..."

Hearing the name "Qi Qi", Qi Jingzhi froze for a moment, before he recovered, he heard a somewhat familiar male voice from the other end of the phone: "Song Yi, don't fucking stand there..."

Qi Jingzhi sat up straight, frowned and listened carefully. Song Yi's voice was a bit noisy, and he couldn't hear clearly, "Song Yi, what's wrong? Why are you so noisy? What happened? "

"There's something wrong here, I'll call you later..."

"Where are you?" Qi Jingzhi cut off his words.

If you hear me right, the male voice I heard just now is Ren Han's voice.

"I don't know where this is," Song Yi looked around for a week, "I'm in the place where Ren Han lives, it caught fire just now, and now the firefighters are putting out the fire."

"On fire?!" Qi Jingzhi stood up abruptly, "Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine, the house is closed, don't worry, I'll be back in a while."

"Where are you?" Qi Jingzhi asked again, "I'll pick you up."

"Oh no, this place is pretty deserted, don't get lost then, I'll be right back."

"Give the phone to Ren Han." Qi Jingzhi said.

"Ok?"

"I said to give Ren Han the phone, and I want to ask him for his address."

"Hey, don't..."

"Give it to him quickly." Qi Jingzhi said calmly.

Song Yi sighed, but gave the phone to Ren Han in desperation.

The author has something to say:

In order to prevent you from being glassy, ​​I must declare here: Ren Han doesn't like Song Yi, they are a pure friendship!friendship!Can two old men have a pure friendship ╰_╯

And Song Yi is not stupid and sweet, he has his own judgment and knows Ren Han, so he didn't take Ren Han's kiss on his face seriously.