Extraordinary relationship

Jin Shuan returned to his house in this city, standing alone in the empty flat, without lights, in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, outside the window the river flows quietly without waves, the world is silent in black, but his heart is shining brightly shimmer.

Meeting the same kind for the first time in more than half a century after being reborn, this feeling is even more painful than meeting an old friend in a foreign land, but just as his lonely heart felt a little lucky, it was entangled with sharper pain in a blink of an eye.

Taking off the woolen overcoat, he went to the bathroom. The beige sweater fell to the floor, revealing a scar burned into the flesh on the left chest, which was a capital "G".

They are all creatures crawling back from hell, how could Han Su live so brightly?Also, pretty good at lying...

Alcohol is something that gets better the more you drink it. Han Su actually drank a lot last night, but compared to the previous rounds, it was nothing compared to the previous rounds, so he slept well that night, and the alarm went off the next morning. It rang.

Because there is a master painter who needs an independent space in the family, I chose a duplex when I bought the house. The studio is upstairs and the kitchen is downstairs. Han Dong lives upstairs and Han Su lives downstairs.

After washing up, Han Su went to the kitchen for a walk, and tore off a sticky note on the refrigerator, knowing that his brother stayed up late to draw again last night.

Under normal circumstances, Han Dong is more likely to be inspired at night. It was too late after finishing the painting, so he went downstairs to prepare breakfast for Han Su, and wrote a post-it note to remind him that "there is porridge and eggs in the pot, and the pickles are in the refrigerator". Class, then go upstairs to sleep.

After Han Su finished his meal, he saw the WeChat message sent by his mother in the morning, picked up the phone and dialed it.The queen mother said that a retired colleague from the work unit planned to organize a trip, and Han Su immediately said that his obedient son absolutely supported it, and insisted on sending money.

"Come on," the queen mother said on the other end, "I just want to tell you that your father and I are not at home recently, and you two don't come back without saying hello. You don't mean to ask for money."

Han suddenly washed an apple, put the phone between his shoulders and said, "Then you two, pay attention to safety. If you see something you like, you can buy it. Don't be reluctant. Your two sons can make money so much. If you can't spend it all loss."

The queen mother: "You talk nonsense every day, you can't spend it all, and your son will continue to spend it, that's all, let's hang up."

Putting down the phone, Han Su used Alipay to transfer 5 yuan to his mother, sent an emoji of "I will take you to pretend to be b, I will take you to fly" throwing money and running wildly, and went to work with the apple.

His studio is very close to his home, only about ten minutes’ walk. The classroom is on the second and third floors of this old building. Sketch Room".

The little girl at the front desk saw him coming, and greeted him happily: "School Korean!"

"You've won the lottery, so silly early in the morning?" Han Su showed a suspicious expression.

"Hee hee won - five yuan." The little girl stretched out five fingers, "Hey, do you know that the next door is going to be exchanged?"

"I know, what's the matter?" There is a gift shop next door, and there was a "Exchange" notice posted this morning, and Han Su also saw it when he came.

"Why don't you give it a try, open a preschool painting class, and bring the baby yourself, maybe it will become popular." The little girl and Lin Lin, a female teacher who teaches color in the studio, imagined the realistic version of "Daddy Bringing the Baby" all morning. ", thinking about an impossible thing, seeing Han Su couldn't help flirting with him in person.

"Scary!" Han suddenly shook his head, not understanding the little girl's current brain circuit, and dragged her coolly upstairs.

In a large classroom on the second floor, the students are drawing colors around the still life table.Han Ju walked around from beginning to end. Some students saw him whispering hello, some whispered for guidance, and some simply didn't notice him because they were wearing earphones or were too focused.

Teacher Lin Lin was changing a student's painting, and when she saw Han Su beckoned, she didn't say anything more.Except for the occasional sound of coughing and coughing, the room is generally quite quiet. The provincial exam is at the end of the month. Except for Han Su who is having fun at various wine tables like a wave of white stripes, the mood of the teachers and students is quite heavy.

Han Su didn't have a fixed class time. Apart from teaching administration, his time was mainly wandering around the classrooms, pointing out a few words from time to time, helping with corrections, and making model paintings.

After lunch, he went downstairs to ventilate, and when he went out, he saw the owner of the gift shop with his hands in his pockets, opening out through the glass door.

The boss is a man in his 40s. When he saw him coming, he tried to raise the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Han, why don't you wear more clothes when it's cold?"

"Brother." Han suddenly closed his open coat, "Take a breath, I'll be back in a while."

Boss Yu smiled more naturally than before: "Come in and sit for a while?"

"Okay." Han Su sniffed, the studio was too hot, and it was really hard to come out with less clothes.

"I see that you are so chic all day long. Every night, you grab a small figure and run outside." Boss Yu poured him a glass of hot water and sent him there, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I would have played the gongs and drums if I had a situation. It's not my character to hide it." Han Su sat on the plastic stool given to him by the boss, holding a paper cup, and a warmth spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body.

Maybe it was frightened by Mr. Sun's ambiguous mung bean eyes last night. Now when he mentioned feelings, he subconsciously thought of the architect. When he said goodbye in the parking lot, he told people that he would keep in touch in the future, but he thought about it. Don't contact me anymore.

"Yes, yes." Boss Yu smiled while sitting in front of the counter. In fact, at Han Su's age, it's normal to be asked about marriage and love. He just couldn't find a topic. No more annoying, "Just remember to call me when something good happens in the future."

"Must!" Han Su took a sip of hot water, and asked him after searching, "I saw the word 'Exchange' posted on your door, did you find another place to make money?"

"I hope to get rich." Boss Yu smiled wryly, "Did your landlord raise the price?"

"Nope," Han Su guessed it was a rent problem when he saw the "exchange" slip in the morning. This shop opened earlier than his studio, and it sold all the gadgets with artistic characteristics. The business has been going on. Not bad, but the profit of gift shops is always thin. In recent years, the housing prices have been increasing year by year. This small shop must not be able to withstand the toss.

He said: "I rented it in May that year, and then the intermediary usually came to discuss the renewal of the lease in February and March of the Chinese New Year."

"Ooo, I remembered, you moved here just before the summer vacation." Boss Yu buried his head in a sip of hot water and sighed: "My daughter was going to college when you came, and now the child can crawl , It’s been several years in the blink of an eye, so fast.”

After chatting casually with Boss Yu, Han suddenly left when a customer came to buy something.This place belongs to the central area of ​​the southern district of the city. Walking along this street and passing a red light is the Academy of Fine Arts. There are various shops on both sides of the road, and students wandering here with their hands in their hands.

Han Su was worried, took out a cigarette between his fingers, and walked aimlessly on the curb.

Think back to when he first opened his studio, there were a group of hot-tempered teenagers like him in the school, and the banners of dreams were planted on the old buildings that lined the streets. Indeed, anyone can open a studio, as long as they have the ability to survive.

And in this city, dozens of studios like sesame seeds open and fail every year.

Later, the large studios moved to the suburbs one after another, and the rent was cheap and the space was spacious. At the beginning, someone persuaded Han Su to leave early, saying that this is not a place to stay for a long time, and that with a larger venue, more students can be recruited, and the establishment can be scaled up. The real school, but he didn't listen.

A few years have passed, Han Su's reputation has grown, and he earns a lot, but the expenses are really high. Seeing that the rent is rising steadily, and it is uncertain how much it will rise in the future, he is also quite panicked.

After walking for a while, I arrived at the back door of the Academy of Fine Arts. The back door is next to the school art gallery. This is his alma mater, so he is familiar with all aspects. He came here to help his brother hold exhibitions. After starting his business, he occasionally came to visit with the studio teacher or students exhibition.

Today's exhibition is a group of architectural manuscripts from the first half of the [-]th century. Han Su put his unlit cigarettes into a cigarette case and looked at them one by one in the exhibition hall.Although the drawing is yellow, the overall preservation is good, but some corners and lines are slightly damaged and blurred.

Among them, there are real estate businessmen, and there are also leather bag companies like Sun Boya who are purely profiting from the difference. But if you want to talk about real architectural design, only Jinshu'an, whom you have just met.So he didn't know much about this industry, and he knew that these manuscripts must be well drawn, but he couldn't say one, two, three, he just felt that the straight lines intersected and overlapped each other, and it was very comfortable to look at.

Walking all the way, he found that several buildings marked on the exhibition manuscript are still there today, and he has seen two more, but most of the masterpieces have been swallowed by the quicksand of time.

There is a designer's name card on the stand next to the manuscript, which briefly introduces the person's life:

Architect Jin Shu, born in 1915, studied architecture at Cornell and University of London successively. After returning to China, he participated in projects such as xx and xxx. He taught at the Department of Architecture of Northeastern University.His family had donated generously to the country during the war. After the victory against fascism in 45 years, the domestic situation fell into chaos again. The Jin family moved to the UK at the end of that year.Four years later, he was charged with "sexual inversion and obscenity (that is, homosexuality)" and died in a local mental hospital in late 1950.

"I escaped the war, but I didn't escape the prejudice of human nature." After reading the introduction of more than a hundred words, Han Su felt chills in his heart, and then turned his head to look at those drawings that were yellowed by history, and felt a different kind of sourness in his heart. I couldn't bear to look any further.