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Luo Zihang applied for a job at a private museum in Beijing.

In fact, based on his conditions, he can go to a better unit than a private museum, but in fact the curator of this museum has a lot of background.

"Did Mr. Du Wensheng interview you in the end?"

In the bustling hot pot restaurant, Shu Qingmo picked up a piece of hairy belly, while paying attention to the principle of "scratching hairy belly", while chatting with Luo Zihang distractedly.

"Yes." Luo Zihang took a sip of Coke, "I was so nervous that I almost stuttered."

Mr. Du Wensheng is a great modern calligrapher. At a time when "ugly calligraphy" and "chaotic calligraphy" are prevalent, he insists on writing neat steles, which is unique.

"Did he make things difficult for you?" Shu Qingmo asked curiously.He didn't participate in many interviews, and he got the offer from the Municipal Museum smoothly, but he still felt overwhelmed when he mentioned interviews.

"No." Luo Zihang shook his head, "Very kind, and praised me for my good drawing."

Although Luo Zihang's paintings are not as good as Shu Qingmo's, they are considered excellent among his peers.

Shu Qingmo recalled that Luo Zihang always showed him his paintings, he smiled and said, "In the future, you don't need to show me your paintings, you are the one handpicked by Mr. Du."

Luo Zihang gave a "cut" and continued: "He knows that my mother is also a painter, so he may have added some impression points to me."

Speaking of Luo Jiahui, Shu Qingmo couldn't help asking: "Auntie is willing to go to Beijing alone?"

Luo Jiahui is a single mother, and it was not easy to raise Luo Zihang from childhood to adulthood by herself.

"She also encouraged me to venture out." Luo Zihang said, "If you want to make a name for yourself in this circle, you still have to go to Beijing."

"Indeed." Shu Qingmo nodded approvingly, but changed the topic, "You go for it, I'll be happy in this southern city."

"By the way," Luo Zihang suddenly looked at Shu Qingmo seriously and asked, "Do you have any plans for the future?"

"Next..." Shu Qingmo paused, looked at Wu Yunmo who was sitting beside him and said, "Master, can you give me some advice?"

Yes, Shu Qingmo knew it was useless to avoid him, but he still called Wu Yunmo over like a ostrich, pretending to celebrate Luo Zihang together.

Luo Zihang also knew Wu Yunmo since he was a child. As an elder who watched him grow up, it was only natural for Wu Yunmo to celebrate him, but without Luo Jiahui present, it was somewhat strange for them to sit and eat together.

"Can I have any suggestions?" The old god Wu Yunmo said on the ground, "This is something you asked for yourself."

"I didn't expect it to be so complicated." Shu Qingmo twitched her lips in worry, "There must be more things to do when I get the inheritance, and I don't know if I can bear it."

"You should have been mentally prepared when you exposed your craftsmanship." Wu Yunmo said earnestly, "What's the current situation of the Shu family? Fang Wanrou's art gallery will open soon, and she will definitely use you in order to seek transformation."

Shu Qingmo had never heard Wu Yunmo analyze the affairs of the calligraphy and painting circle in such a serious manner. He raised his eyebrows, looked at Wu Yunmo and said, "Master, do you still know this? I thought you didn't hear anything outside the window."

Luo Zihang on the opposite side answered casually: "Master Wu deals with so many people who buy and sell paintings every day, how could he not know?"

"Yes," Wu Yunmo pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and followed Luo Zihang's words, "Those regular customers like to chat with me when they have nothing to do, and it's hard not to know."

"Then what should I do now?" Shu Qingmo asked while biting the drinking straw, "Let Fang Wanrou take advantage of me?"

"Let's take one step at a time." Wu Yunmo said, "You don't take the initiative to cause trouble, and you don't have to be afraid of trouble when it comes. It's great if you can do that."

Shu Qingmo also knew that he couldn't compete with Fang Wanrou now, so he could only take one step at a time.He sighed and said to himself, "I don't know what to do with so much money."

"What should I do?" Wu Yunmo said, "Xiao Luo's mother gave me so many paintings after she became famous. If I have to say, I'm rich now."

Shu Qingmo seldom heard Wu Yunmo talking about money, so he thought it was funny, and deliberately said: "I knew why I was making such a fuss, and I just waited to inherit your inheritance."

Wu Yunmo patted Shu Qingmo's head, stared at him and said, "It's not big or small."

Shu Qingmo shrank her neck, and quickly admitted her mistake: "I made a mistake, Master."

Wu Yunmo had nothing to do with him, and continued: "Don't worry too much about the future, you are still young, and life will be full of many variables."

"But Master," Shu Qingmo said, "it's the unknown variables that make people worry."

"Don't think so much." Wu Yunmo said, "What you're going through now, if you look back at it ten or twenty years later, it's actually not a big deal."

This sentence sounded fake at first glance, it seemed no different from other chicken soup for the soul, but Shu Qingmo could understand the meaning very well.

He's been through really bad things, but with time, he's doing just as well now.

Thinking about it this way, Shu Qingmo felt relieved, and her heart immediately became clearer.

But at this moment, he unexpectedly received a call from the curator of the city museum.

About 5 minutes later, Shu Qingmo returned to her seat from the entrance of the hotpot restaurant, laughed at herself and said to the other two, "There are really many variables."

"What's wrong?" Luo Zihang asked.

"The Municipal Museum decided to cancel my employment." Shu Qingmo shrugged, "The reason is that I am overqualified."

It's almost like irony.

"Did the surname Fang do it?" Luo Zihang frowned.

"Otherwise." Shu Qingmo took a long breath, but didn't have much thought.

Fortunately, he had always hinted that Fang Wanrou would not make him feel better, and he had done enough psychological construction, otherwise he really would not be able to treat this matter with a normal heart.

"Damn, this old witch really has tricks." Luo Zihang said angrily, "Then what about your work?"

"Don't worry, I won't starve to death." Shu Qingmo's tone was very flat, but there was a rebellious gleam in his eyes, "The big deal is to sell paintings on the street."

"She should arrange something for you to do." Wu Yunmo patted Shu Qingmo's shoulder reassuringly, "Soldiers will block you, water will cover you with earth."

Just as Wu Yunmo said this, Shu Qingmo's phone vibrated again.

He picked up the phone and looked at it, and said to Wu Yunmo with a headache: "Okay, Master, I understand, you have opened your mouth, don't say any more."

Luo Zihang asked: "What's the matter?"

Shu Qingmo clicked on the message, looked at the phone screen and said, "Fang Wanrou asked me to attend the family banquet held by the Shu family mansion this weekend."

"What is she doing?" Luo Zihang took a bite of the fish ball, "No."

"It is said that Dean Li will also participate, and I am looking forward to seeing me." Shu Qingmo put the phone back on the table, and said with a wry smile, "I am really afraid of something."

If you don't talk about these unhappy things, you can still have a happy meal.

After coming out of the hot pot restaurant, the three of them walked home slowly.

The sunshine at the end of June was the longest time of the year. When the three of them walked near the Academy of Fine Arts, the sky was still covered with the afterglow of the setting sun.

Wu Yunmo asked Master Luo from the seal shop next door to help watch the ink studio. At this time, Master Luo was lying on the rocking chair at the door of the shop, waving the cattail fan in his hand from a distance to greet several people: "Have you finished eating?"

"Eat well, thank you, Lao Luo." Wu Yunmo stepped up to the door of the shop, and thanked Master Luo a few more times.

After saying goodbye to Wu Yunmo, Shu Qingmo and Luo Zihang walked side by side in the direction of the old community.

The acquaintances on the old street would greet the two of them from time to time, and Shu Qingmo could feel that Luo Zihang was hesitating to speak, but was always interrupted.

After leaving the old street, there were more pedestrians on the road, and the students of the Academy of Fine Arts started their night activities noisily, obviously it was not suitable to talk on such a noisy road.

When Shu Qingmo reached the gate of the community, he thought that the two of them were going to go back to their respective houses, but Luo Zihang suddenly stopped and called him.

"I want to ask you something." Luo Zihang said while standing still, looking at the back of Shu Qingmo's head.

"What?" Shu Qingmo stopped and turned her upper body to meet Luo Zihang's gaze.

"Did you know that I wanted to confess my love to you, so you called Master Wu?"

The moist breeze brushed the corners of their clothes, and the air was briefly quiet for a second.

Shu Qingmo took a deep breath, and slowly said a word: "Yes."

The word "yes" contained too many meanings, Luo Zihang raised his head to look at the orange sky, and sighed with relief: "I knew it."

Shu Qingmo pursed her lips, and couldn't help calling out, "Luo Zihang."

The two grew up wearing crotch pants together since they were young, and they have long been used to calling each other by their first names.

"You mean to me—"

Luo Zihang retracted his chin, interrupted Shu Qingmo and said, "Do you know why I always show you my paintings?"

Shu Qingmo was caught off guard by the question, he put away the words on his lips and shook his head.

"I think, when one day you praise me for a good painting, I will give you the painting on the spot, and then tell you that I have liked you for many years."

Shu Qingmo was slightly taken aback, he never thought that every time Luo Zihang showed him the painting, he was preparing for his confession.

"But I should never have a chance." Luo Zihang smiled and said, "You are much better at painting than me. I know myself."

"Nothing." Shu Qingmo frowned and said, "You have always drawn very well."

"You don't need to comfort me." Luo Zihang said carelessly, "I'm fine."

"Luo Zihang," Shu Qingmo looked straight at Luo Zihang, and continued what he hadn't finished just now, "You are my family to me. If I didn't have you in those years, I might have been autistic forever. You don't know how much I am. Thanks--"

Before Shu Qing could finish his words, Luo Zihang stepped forward and gave him a big hug.

"Needless to say, I know all about it." Luo Zihang patted Shu Qingmo's back, "I'm still your family member, I'm going to work in Beijing soon, remember to take care of yourself."

Shu Qingmo pursed her lips tightly, suppressing the sadness welling up in her heart, and nodded.

After separating from Luo Zihang in the stairwell, Shu Qingmo suddenly thought of Yan Zonglang saying that he was a person who enlightened quickly.

Now it seems that this sentence is actually not accurate, because he has never been enlightened on emotional matters.

Luo Zihang is handsome and good-natured, and he is chased by a lot of people in school.But I don't know if it's because the two are too familiar, Shu Qingmo has never been tempted by Luo Zihang.

He wondered blankly that this might be his problem.

Maybe he had a heartbeat, but he didn't know that it was a heartbeat.

Or maybe something happened when he was a child that deprived him of some of his emotional functions, so that he could no longer be attracted to others.

Of course, these were all Shu Qingmo's wild thoughts.

He only vaguely realized that heartbeat seemed to be a very difficult thing.

This article is expected to enter v next Tuesday, and it will be updated on the same day, thank you for your support~

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