four year itch

Ye Jiacheng traveled from south to north for several days, and finally found the place he wanted. It was a single apartment with an area of ​​30 square meters. The location was a bit out of the way. It took more than an hour to commute, but fortunately, the rent was cheap and the house was spacious. .

He doesn't like to share the rent with others, firstly, he doesn't like to make noise, and secondly, it is really difficult for him to adapt to the living habits of a stranger.

Ye Jia really didn't have much experience in renting a house. The last time he rented a house was when he just graduated from university. In order to stay by Xu Ruibai's side, he came to G City alone with his belongings.At that time it was because Xu Ruibai didn't want to go back, but now it's because of Xu Ruibai that he can't go back.

"Mom, I know, I'll go back after the holiday." Ye Jia pushed the shopping cart to buy new household items in the supermarket, and reported the latest situation to Ms. Chen by the way.

"Don't stay up late all the time, you have to guarantee eight hours of sleep." Chen Jing urged over there.

"I know." Ye Jia took a bottle of laundry detergent from the shelf and agreed repeatedly.

In fact, he hadn't slept more than five hours in a long time.

After hanging up the phone, the phone automatically jumped back to the chat page, and Ye Jia saw Shen Qingchuan's chat box at a glance, and their chat history still stayed at the sentence "Looking forward to seeing you soon".

Ye Jia hesitated for a while and put the phone back in his pocket.

While queuing up to check out, Ye Jia thought about it and sent a message to the group of four including Shen Qingchuan, Chen Lang, and Bai Xiaoyu: "I found a house, and I want to treat everyone to dinner on Sunday, are you free? "

Bai Xiaoyu and Chen Lang quickly expressed that they would be there to celebrate his housewarming, but Shen Qingchuan remained silent for a long time, probably at work, and Ye Jia chatted with Bai Xiaoyu before rushing to pay the bill.

In the end, instead of waiting for Shen Qingchuan's reply, he waited for the news of CX330 first.

"Ah Cha! I'm done drawing, what do you think?"

Ye Jia clicked on the picture sent by CX330, but couldn't find the right words to describe his mood at this moment.You can’t call it ugly, after all, the composition and light and shadow are correct; but it’s definitely not good-looking, the lines are distorted, the characters’ shapes are weird, not to mention the overall atmosphere, as if the painter can’t control his own painting same hand.

All in all, it's not terrible, but you definitely don't want to watch it for a second.

Ye Jia couldn't help wondering for a moment whether there was something wrong with CX330's fingers, but he quickly denied his thoughts because he saw the five words "whale and star" neatly written in italics on the corner.The style of the pen is strong and powerful, and at first glance, it is not the strength that people with hand problems can write.

So he thought hard, trying to find a less hurtful way to describe it, "You haven't been painting for long, have you?"

"Yeah, it's just the beginning."

"It's pretty good." It's better not to hurt the enthusiasm of the children too much, we should give priority to guidance and supplement it with encouragement, Teacher Ye thought.

"Really?" CX330 seemed very excited, "Where is it good?"

Ye Jia accidentally threw the phone out. He had never seen such a straightforward person who wanted to praise him, just like the kid who rushed to you and asked you for candy.

"The handwriting is pretty good..." Ye Jia replied.

After all, Mr. Ye is still an amiable Mr. Ye. If you don’t have any merits to praise, then if you create merits, you will have to praise yourself.

The corner of Xu Ruibai's mouth was smiling, it was a smile that he understood after reading "How to Become a Qualified Brain Fan" five times.Now he doesn't blush when typing, his eyes don't hurt anymore, and he can type ten "wuwuwu" in one breath.In short, there is no shame.

Xu Ruibai took a look at the colorful postcards on the slow wall, and suddenly had an idea: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowcha

"Well, I just finished moving today." Ye Jia said.

"Ah! Then I'll send a postcard to Ah Cha! I'll write you a thank you letter!" Xu Ruibai said eagerly.

"No thanks."

"I want it, otherwise I won't be ashamed to bother you to give me advice in the future."

"It's worthless, it's just a few beautiful postcards I want to send to Da Da."

"I also sent it to some painting teachers before."

Fearing that Ye Jia would refuse again, Xu Ruibai chased three times in a row, just to reassure the other party's doubts.

The dialogue box was silent for a long time, so long that Xu Ruibai wondered if Ye Jia had accidentally fallen asleep, and the message from the other party came again.

"Alright then, thank you."

The old saying is true, until the end of the lick, there is always everything.

"Why doesn't Xiaobai come out of the stall these days?" Fang Ziwen looked at Alpha who was drawing on the drawing paper with his left hand trembling not far away, and asked Cheng Jundao suspiciously.

"I'm learning how to draw with my left hand." Cheng Jun plucked the guitar in his hand, with a casual tone.

"What happened to his right hand?"

Cheng Jun said with a clear expression: "Cut off your hand for love."

When Fang Ziwen was still confused, Cheng Jun smiled slyly and thought of a plan. She threw the guitar in her hand on the sofa and walked up to Xu Ruibai, "Bai, what are you drawing?"

Xu Ruibai was practicing arranging lines on the drawing paper he was putting in, and raised his head to look at Cheng Jun expressionlessly: "It's nothing, just draw whatever you want."

If in the past Xu Ruibai's indifference was still wrapped in the mask of a gentle gentleman, then now Xu Ruibai completely disdains to pretend his alienation, and he has the temperament of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Cheng Jun got used to him after getting along with him for a long time, Xu Ruibai is a cold person, but his coldness is not malicious, he is just not that interested in many things.

"Bai, do you know what you look like now?" Cheng Jun asked Soso.

Xu Ruibai didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

"It looks like a dream chaser with a strong body and a strong will." Cheng Jun suppressed a smile, "Come on, you can do it!"

Ye Jia sent the address to the group, and copied a copy to CX330, but the other party went "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Shen Qingchuan didn't send the news until around twelve o'clock in the evening. He apologized and said that he didn't see the news until he got off work, and he would definitely be there to congratulate him when the time came.

Now that he decided to have a treat, Ye Jia couldn't let himself appear too impolite.He specially adjusted the Sunday rest with another teacher in the institution, rearranged the whole room, pasted some festive stickers on the wall, and went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of ingredients , ready to make a big lunch.

He worked his way through Saturday night until the next morning by himself, just to keep his friends from worrying that he was having a bad day.

Bai Xiaoyu arrived early the next morning.

The beautiful Beta was holding a gift, standing at the door with a flushed face, "Xiao Jia, good morning."

Ye Jia guessed that he and Mr. Orange Blossom should be doing well.

"Are you here for breakfast or lunch?" It was less than nine o'clock, Ye Jia hadn't started preparing lunch yet, but the guests arrived first.

"Brunch is not allowed?" Bai Xiaoyu stuffed the gift into Ye Jia's arms, and rushed in impatiently, wishing to check every corner of the hut before giving up.

He put the gift on a shelf aside and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Uncle Bai Xiaoyu, who finished his inspection, sat down on the sofa as if: "I've eaten it! Ren Luyao bought it for me."

Ren Luyao is Bai Xiaoyu's Mr. Orange Blossom.

"Have you already brought you breakfast?" Ye Jia was surprised at the speed of the two people's progress, "You can ask him to come with you."

"I don't want it. When I develop and develop, I will show it to you." Bai Xiaoyu waved his hand and sighed again and again, "You are really nice here, can I come and stay?"

Ye Jia poured him a glass of water and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, you're not welcome."

"Ye Jia!"

Shen Qingchuan and Chen Lang didn't arrive late until the meal time.Although Ye Jia was already mentally prepared, she was still a little nervous, and tried to act as natural as possible and said, "Come on."

"En." Shen Qingchuan smiled gently as always, as if nothing had happened, handed him the gift box in his hand, and said, "Housewarming gift, congratulations on starting a new life."

Ye Jia didn't hesitate, took it generously, and said, "Thank you, Dr. Shen."

From Dr. Shen to Qingchuan, and from Qingchuan to Dr. Shen.

Except for the appellation, only the two of them understand.

"In the end, it can only be Dr. Shen." Shen Qingchuan said with emotion, as much ridicule was contained in one sentence, as much unwillingness was contained.

Ye Jia had no choice but to pretend that he didn't hear these emotions. He turned his body and said, "Come in, lunch is already ready."

Bai Xiaoyu and Chen Lang had a quarrel not long after, and Bai Xiaoyu opened the gift, revealing five neatly stacked candles.

"No way, great painter! You are too shabby." Bai Xiaoyu now found a place to start a fight.

The word "shabby" really wronged Chen Lang. The gift was said to be a candle, but it was actually more like a handicraft. Each shape was different, and the patterns were also different, such as white daisy columns, orchid balls, and acacia leaves. Small balls, unicorn stump shapes, and even a little purple bird.

"This is a handmade candle by the Japanese painter Nomi. Every pattern is hand-painted, and each style is unique. It can be used as a candle or as a decoration." Chen Lang said while holding the candles one by one. He took it out, displayed it on the table, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly at Bai Xiaoyu, as if mocking the other party's ignorance, "To be more precise, he is a former great painter."

"Thank you, it's so delicate, you have a heart." Ye Jia watched and thanked.He was indeed very interested in these ingenious handicrafts, and he didn't expect Chen Lang, who was bluffing, to be so careful.

Even Shen Qingchuan who was at the side couldn't help admiring: "This gift is really delicate, compared to this, I can't even get my present."

After receiving such a compliment, Chen Lang smiled a little embarrassedly.

On the contrary, Bai Xiaoyu didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he said with a serious face: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Just handmade candles, you don't even understand this?" Chen Lang smiled maliciously, ready to launch a new wave of verbal attacks.

"I mean former painter, what do you mean?" Bai Xiaoyu didn't intend to joke with Chen Lang at all.

"Oh, my contract with Agency W has expired."

"So, you're changing companies?"

Chen Lang said lightly: "I don't want to change, I don't want to paint anymore."

"Why?" Bai Xiaoyu looked excited.

"I didn't like drawing at first. I learned to draw just to make my mother happy. Now it's unnecessary." Compared to Bai Xiaoyu, Chen Lang seemed very calm, "Bai Xiaoyu, why are you so excited?"

Bai Xiaoyu was trembling with anger: "Chen Lang, how could you say so lightly that you don't want to draw anymore!"

Chen Lang didn't understand why Bai Xiaoyu was so angry all of a sudden, he looked at Shen Qingchuan and Ye Jia helplessly, but saw the same bewilderment in their eyes.Chen Lang smiled awkwardly, as if to make Bai Xiaoyu happy, pinched his swollen face and said, "Bai Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you? You can't be a fan of my comics, hahaha."

"Get out of here! Stop being so self-righteous." Bai Xiaoyu waved Chen Lang's hand away, and shouted with red eyes, "Do you know how many people envy your talent? You know that some people have been painting for many years Can’t even catch up with you? You fucking say you can’t paint if you don’t paint? You people are really, really..."

Bai Xiaoyu was anxious and angry, she was usually such a sharp-tongued person, but when she got angry, she stuttered.

"Violence?" Chen Lang added fuel to the fire, not afraid of death.

Bai Xiaoyu even became short of breath, and shouted, "I don't know why!"

Ye Jia and Shen Qingchuan watched the battle from the sidelines, feeling a little distressed, but also thought it was funny.

"If you don't want to paint anymore, you can give me your talent." Bai Xiaoyu lowered her head and whispered to herself.

Some people love but have no talent, some people have talent but don't love, and some people have love and talent, but they are forced not to continue.This fucking world is trying to keep everyone from getting what they want.

Chen Lang sighed softly, and rubbed Bai Xiaoyu's hair, "Bai Xiaoyu, we are different from you, a family like ours would not allow time to be wasted on painting. It wasn't attached to the point where it would cause conflict between me and my family. Do you understand?"

Everyone was silent, they all understood what Chen Lang meant, but no one wanted to mention that name.

"Ding dong" the doorbell rang, breaking the awkward silence, and Ye Jia hurriedly ran to open the door.

The takeaway guy in overalls is holding a red rose in both hands, with a simple and honest smile, as if he is sincerely happy to witness a sweet love.It's always love that sends roses, isn't it?

"Hello, is this Mr. Ah Cha?"

"it's me."

"Here are your flowers and postcards, please sign for them."

Ye Jia was still wondering who sent him such a large bouquet of flowers, but when he heard the postcard, he knew it was written by CX330.

But Ye Jia didn't feel happy. He was more worried. The flowers are not cheap at first glance. The CX330 doesn't look very old. The money to buy the flowers was either taken from his parents or saved by himself. down.No matter which one of the two, it is enough to become Ye Jia's burden.

What he subconsciously thought was not to sign for the receipt and let him return it directly.But after thinking about it, he still signed his name on the recipient's place and took the flowers from the courier.

As soon as the door was closed, Bai Xiaoyu yelled, "What is this? Xiaojia, who gave you flowers?"

"A little fan." Ye Jia turned over the postcard with Galaxy printed on it, and there was a string of Spanish written on the back.He didn't understand what that meant, and all he could think about was one thing: CX330's handwriting is so beautiful.

"Fans? What did you do to have fans?"

"I've written a few articles before." When Ye Jia said this, an inexplicable pride surged in Ye Jia's heart.What a joyful thing it is to be liked by others, even if it is just a person, a small to insignificant like.

"Ye Jia, you have fans sending you flowers! I haven't yet!"

Ye Jia didn't answer, and put the flowers on the table, only to find that there was a piece of paper attached to the flowers.Ye Jia opened the paper, it was a picture drawn by CX330 himself.It's not unexpected... Ugly, I really can't imagine how CX330 draws such an indescribable picture with a hand that writes such beautiful characters.

Bai Xiaoyu laughed impatiently: "Haha, what is this painting? Whales and stars? Why are they so ugly?"

Ye Jia glanced at Bai Xiaoyu, "He's just started to learn how to draw, so it's reasonable for him to be ugly."

As he said that, he carefully put away the drawing paper, and he couldn't just ruin the child's intentions.

"That's too ugly, don't learn it before it's too late." Bai Xiaoyu probably hadn't recovered from the quarrel with Chen Lang just now, and spoke without choice as if to vent her anger.

I don't know if I said this to that little fan I've never met, or to my dissatisfied self.

"Xiao Yu!" Ye Jia shouted, frowning.Bai Xiaoyu also realized that she had said something wrong, so she obediently shut up.

In this world, not only geniuses are qualified to create, but everyone has the right to create freely.It's just that at that time, Bai Xiaoyu didn't understand this simple truth, he just blindly put himself in the vicious circle of self-loathing, giving up on himself.

Attracted by Bai Xiaoyu's voice, Chen Lang and Shen Qingchuan walked over to Ye Jia curiously. Chen Lang read out the string of Spanish words on the postcard in a low voice, and his face became weird.

"You can speak Spanish?" Shen Qingchuan asked in surprise.

"Learned a little bit before."

"Then do you know what this sentence means?" Ye Jia asked.

After getting Chen Lang's affirmative answer, Ye Jia hurriedly asked what it meant.

Chen Lang's expression seemed to be a bit perplexed, as if he was wondering whether to read it or not, then he glanced at Shen Qingchuan nervously, swallowed again, and then read slowly in a hoarse voice: "You are God's show when I am blind. The music before the eyes, the sky, the palace, the river, the angel, the deep rose, secret and endless."

An obscure love poem, from Borges' "Eternal Rose", Ye Jia's favorite poet.

As soon as Chen Lang finished speaking, Shen Qingchuan and Bai Xiaoyu looked at Ye Jia with probing eyes.

"Fans?" Even Shen Qingchuan's tone was somewhat suspicious.

If you want to count the moments of social death in your life, then this second must be recorded and ranked among the top three.

Ye Jia's face was full of embarrassment, why did elementary school students start copying world classics again!But Ye Jia breathed a sigh of relief in the next second, he secretly comforted himself in his heart, it's okay, it's okay!Fortunately, the child didn't write anything: We are sugar, so sweet that we are sad, otherwise he would have immediately dug three feet into the ground and jumped off.

"Little fans, you are very young." Ye Jia explained to them, while forgiving the child in his heart, "Who hasn't entered the second stage of middle school, right?"

Ye Jia smiled without embarrassment, not daring to meet the suspicious eyes of several people.

He turned on the phone, and the message from CX330 had indeed been sent, "Master, have you received the gift?"