you are my star

The next day Zhao Xing was resting, and Sister Feng came at noon. He told Sister Feng about the matter, and Sister Feng immediately agreed, saying, "Mr. Zhao, don't worry, I'm sure I like Sisi."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the teacher from Xingxing Studio came. Zhao Si ran to open the door. As soon as Zhao Xingjian opened the door, he saw a boy in his twenties standing at the door. He was about the same size as himself, wearing a beige A solid color half-sleeve shirt, a pair of light-colored jeans, and a pair of clean white sneakers on the feet, the whole person looks refreshing and clean.

Zhao Xingjian let people in, and the boy walked in sideways with the drawing board on his back, and then extended his hand to greet Zhao Xingjian, "Hello, my name is Lang Yiheng, and I'm the teacher of Xingxing Studio."

Zhao Xingjian also smiled and shook hands with him, saying, "Hello."

Zhao Si hid behind Zhao Xingjian, hugged his leg and secretly looked at the teacher like a little brother, Zhao Xingjian pulled her over from behind, and said dotingly, "Sisi, don't you know how to say hello to the teacher when you see him? What?"

Zhao Si looked at Lang Yiheng with a red face, and said timidly, "Hello, teacher."

Lang Yiheng knelt down and looked at Zhao Siping, then smiled and said, "Hello, you are Zhao Si, right? I will teach you how to draw during this time, please take care of me~" He smiled while talking , His eyes were cracked into a smile.

Zhao Si nodded, then stuck out his tongue embarrassingly, and said, "Okay."

The study place is Zhao Si's studio, which is actually her bedroom. Zhao Si slept with Zhao Xingjian when she was a child, and Zhao Xingjian changed her bedroom into a small studio. Now that she has grown up, Zhao Xingjian Seeing that she was allowed to sleep by herself, she added another small bed.

I have something to go out in the afternoon. Before leaving, Zhao Xingjian said to Lang Yiheng, "Mr. Lang, I have to go out in the afternoon. Auntie will come over later. You and Zhao Sihua are tired. What do you want to eat or drink?" , just tell auntie directly. Also, I hope the door of the bedroom will be kept open so that auntie can see what's going on inside. After all, Sisi is a girl, I..."

Lang Yiheng naturally understood what Zhao Xingjian meant, and was afraid that he would be worried, so he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, I will only do my job well, and I will teach Zhao Si to draw well. As for the rest, you can find someone to supervise you." Me, if there is anything that makes you dissatisfied, you can call our boss to complain about me at any time." While talking, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Xingjian.

Lang Yiheng spoke sincerely, and Zhao Xingjian also felt that he was a bit harsh, but there were too many such news recently, and he had to be on guard, and reached out to take the business card. Xingjian froze in place.

The name on the business card is Yu Chong.

"Mr. Zhao?" Seeing Zhao Xing stunned, Lang Yiheng was a little apprehensive, and hurriedly called him.

"Ah?" Seeing this, Zhao Xing came back to his senses, stuffed his business card into his pocket, and said to Lang Yiheng, "Don't call me Mr. Zhao from now on. I should be a few years older than you. If you don't mind, just call me Mr. Zhao from now on." My Brother Zhao or just call me by my name."

Lang Yiheng laughed again, looked at Zhao Xingjian and said, "Then I'll call you Brother Zhao, and don't call me Teacher Lang, just call me Yiheng."

Zhao Xingjian nodded, turned around and went to his room.

Lying flat on the bed, Zhao Xingjian took out the business card with Yu Chong's name from his pocket again. For some reason, the business card felt so hot when he held it in his hand.

Yu Chong, Star Studio...

Everything is both accidental and not like.Is this really Yu Chong?Zhao Xingjian remembered Yu Chong calling himself Xingxing in his ear, but shouldn't he hate himself to death?And why did you use this name to open a studio?

Zhao Xingjian clutched his business card to his chest, and he heard his heart beating faster and faster.

Zhao Si likes Lang Yiheng very much. She always feels that this teacher who is like a big brother looks very kind. He is the kind of person who won't lose his temper with her at first glance. Unlike her father, although he usually looks kind, he really gets angry , can make myself cry.

Zhao Si kept secretly looking at Lang Yiheng, and Lang Yiheng also noticed it, and said to her with a smile, "Sisi, you must be serious about painting, don't be half-hearted, is there a painting on the teacher's face, why do you always look at me?"

Zhao Si was found thinking carefully, stuck out his tongue embarrassingly, and then whispered, "I'm not half-hearted, it's Mr. Lang, you are really good-looking, so I can't help but look at you."

Hearing Zhao Si boasting himself, Lang Yiheng was also a little embarrassed, children's expressions were always sincere and direct, which made Lang Yiheng a little overwhelmed.Just when he didn't know how to answer Zhao Si's words, the little girl turned her head again, and said crisply, "Mr. Lang, can I not call you teacher in the future, can I call you brother? Many children in kindergarten have brothers." Sister, only I don’t have it, I only have dad…”

Zhao Si's aggrieved tone made people feel distressed, Lang Yiheng couldn't help but patted her head, and said, "It's ok, you can call her whatever you want."

Zhao Si smiled, and said to Lang Yiheng, "Then call you Brother Yiheng."

The door of the bedroom was always open, and Aunt Feng would come to the door to take a look from time to time. Zhao Si was a little unhappy, thinking that her father was afraid that she would not study hard, so he specially sent Aunt Feng to watch him.So when Aunt Feng came to see her at the door for the nth time, Zhao Si got angry, dropped her pen and pouted angrily.

Lang Yiheng thought she was tired from painting, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you tired? Or is my teaching too boring?"

Zhao Si shook his head, turned his head to look at the door sadly, and said, "Why does Dad not trust me so much and let Aunt Feng watch over me? Am I a bad boy in his eyes?"

Lang Yiheng was amused by Zhao Si's childish thoughts, and explained, "It's not that your father doesn't believe you, it's that he doesn't trust me."

Zhao Si didn't understand what Lang Yiheng meant, and tilted his head, "Huh?"

"Didn't your father teach you? Girls can't stay alone in a room with strange boys, even if they are familiar, not relatives." After speaking, he looked at Zhao Si, seeing that she didn't respond, and then Add another sentence, "relatives are not allowed either."

Zhao Si tilted his head and thought for a while, always felt that her father seemed to have told her, but he couldn't fully understand, so he was still dissatisfied and said, "Brother Yiheng is obviously a good person, and he won't do anything to me. Dad is like this, he likes to control me in everything."

Lang Yiheng smiled and patted Zhao Si's head again, thinking that at her age she might not be able to fully understand.He also thought of his mother, if his mother was half as cautious as Zhao Si's father, wouldn't he be able to...

Unconsciously recalling that terrible incident, Lang Yiheng shook his head hard, trying to get rid of the memory in his mind, picked up the brush and began to concentrate on teaching Zhao Si to paint again.

There was a project to be discussed in the afternoon, but it didn't go well, and he might need to find a new partner. Zhao Xingjian drank two glasses of wine, and his head started to hurt again.He studied design in college, and now works in an advertising company. He was promoted to the position of manager last year, but correspondingly, his affairs have become more and more busy, and there are more and more entertainments.

Because of his father, Zhao Xingjian hated drinking very much, but every time he had to drink, the result of every hangover was a headache, sometimes it was so painful that he couldn't sleep.But this time it was okay, I didn't drink much, and my headache wasn't so uncomfortable.

When he came back in the evening, Lang Yiheng had already left, and Zhao Si had already finished his meal and returned to his room.When Sister Feng waited for Zhao Xingjian to come back, she reheated the food, and when Zhao Xingjian finished eating, she washed the dishes before leaving.

Zhao Xingjian went to Zhao Si's room and asked her what she had learned today. Zhao Si talked excitedly and danced when she was happy.It seems that she likes this teacher Lang very much, Zhao Xingjian thought about it, and felt relieved a lot.

After a brief wash, Zhao Xingjian went back to the room and lay down on the bed, then suddenly remembered something and sat up on the bed, got up and went to the hanger to search for something in his trousers pocket, the business card was still there, Zhao Xingjian looked at it I was in a daze with my name and phone number, and after thinking about it for a long time, I decided to call and have a look.

The phone rang several times, but no one answered it all the time. Zhao Xingjian was sitting by the bed holding the phone, and his hands began to tremble in the end.

Still no one answered, and when Zhao Xingjian was about to hang up, the call was connected.

"Hello." There was a man's voice on the other end of the phone, but the voice was crisp and clear, obviously not Yu Chong.

"You... Hello, is this Yu Chong from Xing Xing Studio, Mr. Yu?" Zhao Xingjian asked this question nervously, and then there was a crackling sound on the phone, obviously the signal was not very good.

"What Star Studio? Did you dial the wrong number?" the man said.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." It seemed that he was not alone in thinking about himself. Zhao Xingjian took the phone away from his ear in disappointment and wanted to hang up. A man's voice, the man asked, who is it?

With just two words, Zhao Xing felt that all the blood in his body was flowing towards his heart, and that silent heart began to beat crazily again, although it was accompanied by severe pain.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Zhao Xingjian could still recognize Yu Chong's voice at once. Even Zhao Xingjian felt a little unbelievable. Unknowingly, Yu Chong's appearance, voice, and everything about him had already disappeared. It was carved into my heart, into my life.

Yu Chong, I miss you so much.Zhao Xingjian shouted in his heart, but the other end of the phone had already hung up.