Yunyun

"Sister, buy a bottle of water." Chen'er turned sideways and squeezed into the convenience store opened in the narrow alley, pointing to the purified water behind the proprietress.

"Tsk tsk, the little girl now has a sweet mouth." The proprietress smiled and took a bottle of water from the shelf and handed it to Chen'er, "Qiu Huhu, it's hot, why don't you have some ice cream?"

"No, thank you sister." Chen'er put the phone on the counter, unscrewed the bottle cap to drink water, the navigation software on the phone screen quickly ended the navigation and a welcome window popped up. "The destination is on the right side of the road. This navigation is over." Sister Lin Chiling on the mobile phone was as good-tempered as ever. After saying this sentence for the fourth time, she left the navigation software and took away 3% of Chen'er's mobile phone. electricity.

"Looking for someone?" The proprietress was so beautifully called "sister" by Chen'er, she naturally became enthusiastic.

"Uh... looking for a place, I've been wandering here for half an hour, but I can't find it." Chen'er handed the phone to the proprietress, "Sister, do you know where this 'Shu Xin Zhai' is?"

"Is that the one who sells calligraphy and painting?" The proprietress took a look at the mobile phone, went out of the house and pointed to the right, "You go around here, in the alley next door, not far away, there is a shop wrapped in iron sheet The house, like a factory, is in there. But they get off work early, so I don’t know if they’re still open.”

"Oh, thank you sister!" In the humid and hot air, Chen'er hurriedly thanked her, and she had already rushed out of sight.

Song Qingyan squatted down to lock the ground lock on the glass door, and suddenly a pair of black skateboard shoes appeared in her sight.

"Eh?"

"Hi!" The person who broke into the yard from nowhere ran all the way to his side. The pungent autumn sun was coming from outside the yard at 03:30. The slightly panting man turned his back to the light and bowed slightly to create a piece of shade. Come, wrap her squatting on the ground in it, "Uh...you...are you off work?" The sweat that slid down her cheeks melted into the T-shirt along her neck, and the cold touch made Chen'er realize that she was At this moment, she was already dripping with sweat, she suddenly panicked and took half a step back.

"Hey...you...you're not...that...that..." Song Qingyan only felt familiar, stood up and looked again and again, but it was still difficult to find the name of the person in front of her in her memory.Chen'er's eyes flickered following the series of "that", and her heart beat inexplicably "that", "Ah, that... Zhang Lili!"

"Huh?" The answer that was finally spoken ended the "that" atmosphere in the sultry air, Chen'er slipped and almost fell off the steps.

"Ah... isn't it? Sorry, I'm not very good at remembering people's looks."

"Well, it's okay." Chen'er waved her hand, deliberately amplifying the shaking to show that she doesn't care, it's nothing to mind, after all, it was only a one-sided relationship for less than 10 minutes before.

"Do you want to come into the studio to have a look?" Song Qingyan was a little embarrassed by her mistake, tugged on her long skirt, and pushed open the glass door again.

"Well, good." Chen'er nodded dully, followed Song Qingyan into the room.

This is a studio jointly established by several young and cutting-edge calligraphers and painters in the Association of Calligraphers and Artists. It displays the works of some veterans in the association. It breaks away from the cultural industry creative park where the form is greater than the content, and is hidden in a low-key and quiet place surrounded by skyscrapers. In a small alley surrounded by buildings.The original site was an old factory in the last century. No major changes have been made, and the hard industrial appearance has been retained in this way. It is blended with Danqing ink and wash, which has a different flavor.Song Qingyan staggered half of Chen'er's body, and introduced as she walked. The open space added a layer of reverberation to her voice, which was really nice.Chen'er followed her explanation and nodded slightly, watching the light through the high windows on the concrete wall cast a touch of golden color on Song Qingyan's body, moving slowly with her figure, afraid of breaking the beautiful scene by making a sound.

"Hey..." Song Qingyan suddenly stopped, pointing her index finger on her chin and frowning in thought, "I suddenly remembered..."

"What?" Chen'er came back to his senses and asked.

"I remember where I met you!" Song Qingyan clapped her hands, and even jumped up with joy on her face, "It was last time..."

"Yes, yes, last time!" Chen'er also became inexplicably excited, and clapped her hands together.

"Last time...after the last exchange meeting."

"Yes, yes, exchange meeting!"

"After the exchange meeting, you said that you want to order some calligraphy and painting works from us!"

"After the exchange meeting, we listened to a song together!"

……

Chen'er Feifei's heart was hit back by the ceiling with different voices.

"Ah... I remember wrong again..."

"Yes, it's okay. I, I can also buy, buy some paintings and calligraphy... um."

"Pfft... you? What are you buying these for... Hey! Your earphone?" Song Qingyan's eyes were attracted by Chen'er's red earphone cable exposed in her pocket, her voice paused for a moment, and she took a few steps forward , staring at Chen'er's face carefully for a while, "It's you!"

"This time... who am I..." She couldn't be fooled anymore, Chen'er became vigilant.

"I can't remember wrongly. The last time I participated in the calligraphy promotion meeting, you helped me out in the background. You... Did you change your hairstyle, so I can't recognize it." Song Qingyan looked up and down Fan Chen'er rummaged through his memory to find the person who was finally found and compared them back and forth for a long time, and finally found a breakthrough in the game where everyone came to find fault.

"Hey! It's me! I, I am, my hair grew a little longer, and it was hot, so I tied a small tail, hehe." Chen'er scratched her head as if embarrassed.

"So you came to..."

"I...I..." To be honest, before Chen'er decided to come to Song Qingyan, she didn't do too much psychological construction, nor did she imagine too many plots.It's just that her artist turned down today's announcement due to physical reasons, and it happened that she had an extra day of vacation; it's just that when she woke up at noon and was lying on the bed doing nothing, she searched for Song Qingyan's name with her mobile phone by accident, and happened to see her It's just that she happened to see that this studio was not too far away from her, and she happened to be in the mood to go out for a walk.Everything is a common "just" and a lackluster "coincidentally". She just happened to miss her very much. During this time, she has always, just, missed her, still like this, just so coincidentally.

And the next part of the bridge is all unexpected, what can't find the way, can't ask the person, it's easy to say, it is understandable to be forgotten by Song Qingyan in the first meeting, but why she came here, Chen Chen I was stumped by this question.

"I... came to you... to buy calligraphy and paintings?"

"Really buy it?"

"Well, buy." Chen'er gritted her teeth, quickly summing up the balance on her bank card in her mind.

"Then who do you want to buy?" Song Qingyan stood in the middle of the exhibition hall of the studio, reaching out to point at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall one by one, "Here are some old gentlemen from the Calligraphers Association, that one is Yanti, and there, there are still some of them. There are seal scripts... If you look at paintings, there are line drawings and fine brushwork... We also paint fans... But it's not cheap..."

"And yours?"

"mine?"

"Ah."

"I don't sell mine. At my level, I feel guilty to participate in the last event. It's going to be a classmate's ax to put it here." Song Qingyan rolled her eyes and waved at Chen'er again and again.

"Nonsense, how good-looking your handwriting is! I just heard that you opened this studio and wanted to find your works." Hearing Song Qingyan's modesty, Chen'er interrupted her quickly, patted her chest as a promise. "Really! I'm your little fan!"

"Pfft... return fans..."

"Fans! Our support club calls that... Inkstone! The 'Inkstone' from 'Panshi Wushi'!" Seeing Song Qingyan frowning and smiling, Chen'er heaved a sigh of relief, and his sense of humor suddenly lifted When the thread is broken, like a match wetted by rain, it finally becomes dry.

"Inkstone... Hahahaha! You really know how to think! Is it the support club established by you alone?"

"That's not right! The entrance examination is strict!"

"What do you want? Let me hear it?" Song Qingyan bent over happily, propped herself up and sat on the table by the wall, narrowing her eyes slightly against the light, waiting for Chen'er to reply.

"With all my heart..." Chen'er suddenly shut up, swallowing the three words "I like you" back into her throat.

"Huh? With all my heart...?"

"Serving... idols!" Chen'er stood at attention, raised her chin high, and extended her hand to salute.

"Salute?"

"Young Pioneers Salute! When I was young, I was not selected as a member because my ideological awareness was not high enough, so..." Chen'er shrank her head and stuck out her tongue at Song Qingyan.

"Hahahahahaha, you are so cute!" The person on the table sat up tall, laughed and stretched out his hand to rub Chen'er's head.

The heartbeat of the Young Pioneers just missed half a beat.

Seeing that Chen'er hadn't moved for a long time, Song Qingyan waved her hand in front of her and tilted her head to look at her, "Hey? What's the matter?"

"Ah...it's nothing." Chen'er hesitated for a long time, "Actually, I...have your phone number. I saved it for the last event. From now on..."

"So please call me later."

"Then...ahem...I actually searched your WeChat, but I can't seem to find it."

"Ha, I don't have a mobile phone connected, shall I add you?" Song Qingyan took out her mobile phone.

Chen'er's cell phone sounded the weak low-battery notification sound very appropriately, and what pushed the tense atmosphere to the extreme was Song Qingyan saying "the battery is running out, scan it quickly" while turning the When her head was in front of Chen'er, a series of "Honey, where are you?" "Honey, are you having dinner together?" "Honey, what are you doing?" of……"

Song Qingyan hurriedly turned her gaze away, her face was full of apologies for accidentally bumping into other people's privacy, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Uh...it's me, it's my...girlfriend." Chen'er hesitated for a long time, took a deep breath, and filled in the blanks with an inaudible voice. shrinking petals.

"Big gossip~" Song Qingyan teased, but didn't ask any more questions, let alone feel the almost condensed air between the two of them in the last second.She has never been very interested in things like gossip. If others don't talk about it, she naturally hasn't broken the habit of asking the bottom of the casserole. "Hey, QR code, you scan me?"

"Hey, hey." The person who was depressed to the bottom added WeChat in a panic, as if he had just caught up with a rainstorm after wearing new clothes, and before he had time to show off, he was left in a state of embarrassment and fled out of the studio .

The person lying on the bed in the shape of "big" is staring at the ceiling in a daze, the mobile phone in his hand stays in the WeChat chat window, and the girl in the profile picture who is walking on tiptoe by the sea in a straw hat looks back gently, and there is one and only one line next to her Word: "I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting".

"Omm—" the phone vibrated suddenly, and Chen'er turned over and lay on the bed.

"What? I heard you're on vacation today? I just got off work, and I met a ~~~ difficult elder sister, and I gave her my life." Qiao Yi's voice in WeChat came through the receiver, weakly Draw a long cavity.

"Quiet as a chicken." Chen'er typed the reply as if laughing at herself.

"Yo? Chicken? What kind of chicken?"

"Weak chicken."