what is your vision

During the New Year's Day holiday, Zhou Yanchuan didn't travel far.

While swiping through Moments, he saw the photos sent by the familiar staff of the racecourse, and remembered that he hadn't been there for a long time.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't know any equestrian clubs before, and he was not interested in most of the things that the upper class liked to play.However, once I accompanied a business partner to a racecourse, it was like discovering a new world, because horses were his favorite animals since he was a child, but he didn't have many opportunities to get close to them.

He asked a coach to teach him how to ride a horse, and later bought a horse for himself.If he is not injured, he should go this New Year's Day.He looked at his arm, which had just had the plaster removed, and sighed to himself, let's talk about it in a few days.

I don't know what Lu Yunchu is doing during the holidays, and there is no movement from the next door.

Lanwan is an old community, and the sound insulation is not particularly good. Zhou Yanchuan remembers that when the previous owner of the opposite door was there, he often made some noise.He can tolerate as much as possible, and only reminds the other party a little when sleep time is still disturbed.

But after Lu Yunchu came here, he hardly felt any noteworthy noises.The same is true for the past two days, and after New Year's Eve, we haven't seen each other again.

Zhou Yanchuan went to his house for dinner a few times during the month of plastering.Lu Yunchu always offered invitations generously, but also showed no concern, which gave Zhou Yanchuan the feeling that he could rely on the other party without embarrassment.

But after many times, he still realized that he was bothering the other party.Anyway, it's no problem to do ordinary housework now, just please come back again.

The last day of the New Year's Day holiday was Sunday, and he sent a message to Lu Yunchu early in the morning, asking him to come over for lunch.But in the morning, several dishes were cooked, but he didn't receive any response.

Not at home?

It is convenient to live in the opposite door, so Zhou Yanchuan went directly to knock on the door.After waiting for a while, when he thought that Lu Yunchu was definitely going out, the door finally opened.

The face exposed through the crack of the door was extremely pale, only the cheeks and nose were red, which was completely unnatural; the hair was untied and hung loose on the shoulders.

"It's you?" Lu Yunchu's voice became hoarse as soon as he spoke.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Yanchuan immediately saw his abnormality, "Are you sick?"

"A little cold." This time it wasn't the flu, it wasn't that serious, but the stuffy nose, cough and low-grade fever were also uncomfortable. Lu Yunchu didn't even bother to move, and kept lying on the bed.

He was leaning against the door frame, and just about to say "nothing", Zhou Yanchuan stretched out his right hand and put his palm on his forehead.His shoulders trembled slightly, and he lowered his head subconsciously.

"It's a bit hot." Zhou Yanchuan said with certainty.

"More than 37 degrees."

"Have you taken medicine?"

"Eat it in the morning."

"Lunch, haven't you eaten yet?"

Lu Yunchu shook his head: "I can't eat it."

"That won't work. You can't take medicine if you don't eat." Zhou Yanchuan asked him to go back to the room first. "I'll decorate it for you. You can lie down."

Knowing that the other party was ill, Zhou Yanchuan filled the meal and picked some light dishes to send.

Despite his poor appetite, Lu Yunchu still ate the food he sent.

"Thank you."

Under the condition of poor physical condition, the emotions that were intentionally concealed on weekdays were magnified, and Lu Yunchu's heartbeat became faster and faster.

Being too close, Zhou Yanchuan felt hot breath brushing against his ears, thinking that he was seriously ill again, and anxiously wanted to help him get the medicine early.

"Your medicine is gone?" Zhou Yanchuan searched in the drawers of the chest of drawers as he said, but only found a few empty boxes.

"Forget it then," Lu Yunchu didn't care too much, "Maybe just wake up."

Zhou Yanchuan hadn't had a cold for two or three years, and even if he had medicine at home, it was expired.

"I'll go downstairs and buy some for you." There was a pharmacy at the entrance of their community, and Lu Yunchu didn't give Lu Yunchu a chance to refuse, and said in an almost commanding tone, "Lie down well, I'll come up right away."

As soon as Lu Yunchu's head touched the pillow, he dozed off faintly.

Zhou Yanchuan did not close the anti-theft door before going downstairs, nor did he lock the inside door with a key.Lu Yunchu didn't know when he came in again, anyway, he was woken up in a half-dream, swallowed the capsule in front of him with boiling water, and took two mouthfuls of cough syrup.

"I'll put the rest of the medicine in the drawer for you."

"It's troublesome."

Lu Yunchu has been ill for the past two days, and the room was not cleaned up properly, a pile of books and sundries were spread out on the chest of drawers.

After Zhou Yanchuan closed the medicine drawer, a notebook fell from it and almost hit his hand.

It's like a drawing book.Zhou Yanchuan didn't pay much attention to it at first glance, but when the notebook fell, it happened to unfold, and the contents inside were naturally presented in front of his eyes.

He froze for a moment.

This painting is clearly his own.Because it is a very realistic painting style, even if you don't know art at all, you can recognize it.

Lu Yunchu painted his portrait.Is it just for fun?

He picked up the notebook and began to flip through the pages, feeling inexplicably panicked.

In this sketchbook, there are dozens of pages, some with a few strokes, some with fine tracing, but all of them are from the same person.

After taking medicine and getting enough rest, Lu Yunchu's fever subsided that afternoon.In the evening, except for his voice, his mental condition has basically recovered.

I was too sleepy at noon, and I didn't know when Zhou Yanchuan left.The money for the medicine hadn't been returned yet, so he opened the drawer of the medicine and calculated, and transferred 200 yuan to Zhou Yanchuan via WeChat.

When he got up, his eyes glanced over the chest of drawers. The picture album that he searched in the room for a long time yesterday turned out to be lost here.There is also a stack of books under the album, neatly stacked together.He moved them all back to the bedroom.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't confirm the transfer, and the money was automatically returned to Lu Yunchu's account a day later, and it was sent around the same time, with a message from the other party.

【no need. 】

Text is no better than voice, and the speaker's mentality cannot be seen, but Lu Yunchu always feels that this message is inconsistent with Zhou Yanchuan's usual style.

Is it too simple?But the other party sent me a more concise text.

He couldn't say it, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, he didn't see himself, and he couldn't confirm it in person.He suddenly thought of the neatly stacked picture albums on the chest of drawers the day before... his mind froze, as if stuffed with paste.

Hope it's an illusion.

Two days later, Lu Yunchu ran into Zhou Yanchuan by chance at the gate of the apartment building, and both of them had just returned from outside.

He remembered the rejected transfer and Zhou Yanchuan's strange tone, and asked casually, "Why didn't you accept the money for the medicine?"

As soon as Zhou Yanchuan met his gaze, he turned away, and said after a long while, "It's really not necessary, it's not much money."

Apart from this sentence, he didn't intend to continue the conversation, and he just stared at the rising numbers in a daze when he got into the elevator.

Silent and invisible, this small space is attached to a dull and breathless atmosphere.It is as if the paint dripped into the water and completely changed its color unconsciously.

Lu Yunchu stood behind him, also silent.What did Zhou Yanchuan know? Although he didn't know how much he knew, Lu Yunchu was very sure of his conclusion.

The elevator door opened again, and the people inside felt amnesty.

Lu Yunchu waited for the other party to go out first, but Zhou Yanchuan still didn't look at him, and couldn't even hear the usual farewell before entering the house.

His chest was swollen and stuffy, and he couldn't help coughing again, covering his mouth with his left hand, and walked slowly towards his door.

Zhou Yanchuan stopped in the middle of opening the door, turned his head, and looked at each other unexpectedly, making the once embarrassing atmosphere even closer to a dead end.

If you don't say something, I'm afraid no one will be able to move.

"You... have you recovered from your cold?"

"Okay," Lu Yunchu realized after finishing speaking that he only asked the question when he heard himself coughing, "It's just a little cough, not bad."

Zhou Yanchuan nodded, and pressed his hand on the doorknob again: "You have a good rest."

These are the last words we meet tonight.Immediately afterwards the door closed, erecting an illusory wall between the two.