bullets and roses

Because I thought he was stupid, that's why I thought that he had changed his heart again, and he could return to his side as before, and be a substitute for someone who could no longer appear in this world.

Because I think he is stupid, so I think he will continue to like him.

Luo Muxiao admits that after so many years of liking, it is not so easy to give up, but he is not stupid.

He realized that the more he cared, the more he lost.Finding someone who loves you is always easier than finding someone you love.

He wanted to live an easy life, and he didn't want to be so stupid and so hard.

He wants to live a little more selfishly.

The girl had already run over, took the painting in his hand and said, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Luo Muxiao smiled, "After taking it back, unpack it carefully. I packed it tightly, so it may not be easy to unpack."

"Understood." The girl nodded, subconsciously glanced at Gu Zhubai, hesitated for a moment and still didn't make a sound, but said, "Then I'll go first, please take this trip."

"It's okay." Luo Muxiao waved his hand at him, and when he turned around again, he found that Gu Zhubai was no longer there.

He subconsciously looked for the figure of the other party - Gu Zhubai quickly walked towards the group of people who were anxiously waiting for him.

Luo Muxiao sighed and got into the car too.

"Mr. Gu." The girl holding the painting looked at Gu Zhubai nervously, "This painting..."

"Let's put it here first." Gu Zhubai said lightly, "No need to dismantle it, I'll do it myself."

"Yes." Although the girl was a little puzzled why Gu Zhubai didn't go to get the painting by herself but went to her, she was also very interesting and didn't ask directly - even if she asked, the other party would definitely not answer.

However, he could tell that there must be something tricky between his boss and that Mr. Luo.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Gu Zhubai raised his eyes and looked at her.

"Ah? Oh! It's okay." The girl was a little embarrassed, "Then I'll go out first."

Gu Zhubai let out a "hmm".

With the door closed, Gu Zhubai stared at the well-packaged painting for a while, but never got up to unpack it.

For the first time, he didn't know what to do next.

Feelings are not like talking about business, you can let go to fight for it, you can use all means, and you will never give up to achieve your goal.

Every move that Gu Zhubai makes now has to be carefully thought out - for fear that if he makes a wrong move, he will really lose Luo Muxiao completely.

Because no matter what, at least now Luo Muxiao is still under his nose, and even talking to him.

This is already a good start.

Gu Zhubai took a knife, and carefully removed the outer packaging of the painting, as if treating some peerless treasure, and finally rescued the picture frame from the pile of packaging.

He walked around the room several times, and finally hung the painting where he could see it as soon as he looked up. He even took a photo and posted a Weibo.

As a result, within a few minutes, Luo Muxiao actually commented on him.

"Thank you for your likes and support!"

Gu Zhubai hastily replied with three roses.

After replying, he felt that he was stupid again - so what if Luo Muxiao chatted with him as a fake person on the Internet?There won't be any real progress for their relationship.

But... being able to take this opportunity to chat with Luo Muxiao more, it is difficult for him to ignore the joy and excitement that pervades from the deepest part of his heart.

It was a feeling he had never had in the past 20 years.

He is willing to continue playing for this kind of happiness.

Gu Zhubai even trembled, clicked on the private message, and sent a few more photos.

Luo Muxiao also sent the painting of the evening, and it was already 07:30 when he returned to the studio.

Zou Feifei handed him the key and said, "A woman came to see you this afternoon, she left when she saw that you were not there, and said she would come back tomorrow."

"Are you here to buy paintings?" Luo Muxiao asked curiously.

"I don't seem to know. It looks menacing and vicious. You'd better avoid it tomorrow."

Luo Muxiao shook his head amusedly: "There's nothing to avoid, I'm going to sit upright, I'm not afraid of these things."

"It's up to you. I have to go first, there will be a blind date dinner tonight." Zou Feifei made a heartfelt gesture.

"Thank you for helping me look at the store." Luo Muxiao opened the Weibo on his mobile phone while talking, only to find that someone had sent him a private message—in fact, ever since his Weibo had fans, the number of people who sent him private messages was A lot more, but Luo Muxiao seldom replied.

For some reason this time, Luo Muxiao happened to see that private message, and subconsciously went back.

Luo Muxiao: Thank you for liking my painting and willing to buy it.

".": Art needs to be appreciated.

For some reason, the tone of the girl's speech made it difficult for Luo Muxiao to match the face he saw during the day.

It always feels a little inconsistent.

Maybe there is always a difference between online and real life.Luo Muxiao didn't think too much about it.

Luo Muxiao: As long as you like it.

".": If there are new works in the future, they can also be posted on Weibo. I like to collect paintings, especially the paintings of my favorite painters.

Luo Muxiao was flattered: You are exaggerating!I'm still an amateur, not a painter.

".": You draw very well, I like it very much.

Luo Muxiao had no choice but to reply "Thank you".

The topic ended abruptly, and the other party didn't continue to reply.But after Luo Muxiao washed up and lay on the bed, for some reason, he poked on the other party's Weibo again.

He had a very subtle curiosity about the other party——

Period's Weibo is very simple, there are only a few dozens of Weibo, and all of them are reposts, all of them are reposts of him.Luo Muxiao thinks it should be a trumpet.

The only original Weibo post the other party sent was from this evening, and there was only a very simple photo - it was his painting.

Luo Muxiao was inexplicably moved, because he had a loyal fan of himself in this world.

He thought for a while, and commented under the Weibo post sent by the other party: "It's really a blessing to be liked~"

The other party was probably busy, so there was no reply, Luo Muxiao also put this matter aside and went to do other things.

When it was eleven o'clock, Luo Muxiao was going to sleep, only to see that there were many messages sent by the period in the private message.

".": Do you have any other paintings?I want to buy them all.

".": These photos are all pretty good.

Then there are those paintings he posted on Weibo.

Luo Muxiao felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart—it was simply from a loyal fan.

But Luo Muxiao didn't quote, but replied: Even if you want to support me, it's not the way to support me~ I want to rely on my own efforts to win more people's likes and make more people willingly buy my paintings.

After a long time, the full stop replied: come on.

Then followed by a sentence: You are fine.

Luo Muxiao pursed his lips and smiled lightly: Thank you.