After the sea king wears into the ancient abuse text

The weekend arrived as promised.

Qiushui Lake is in the suburbs, and there are many maple trees beside the lake.

The maple is red, the water is clear, and the sun is full.

Xie Qi made the last stroke, and the end of the line was accidentally skewed a little.

Like a sudden drop of water.

He was a little absent-minded.

He will go to the city center to meet Yu Yicheng later, an hour's drive away.

Last time Yu Yicheng added him on WeChat, and only sent him his address this morning.

In the WeChat interface, there are still a few conversations.

"Can you arrive at two o'clock?"

"can."

Further up, it was Xie Qi who asked casually if the fare could be reimbursed.

Yu Yicheng said that this place is very close to his school, just walk over.

Xie Qi: ...

Yu Yicheng: Are you outside?

Xie Qi: At Qiushui Lake.

Yu Yicheng fell silent.

Then there was the final conversation, asking if he could be on time.

Look at this question, he can still tell his boss that he will be late when he goes to work.

He is usually sloppy, but his work is never ambiguous, and he has always been clear about this.

Seeing him put away his pen, Rory quickly walked up to him.

He changed a pen, and stretched out a small flower along the line that he just made a mistake.

"very nice."

"I like the maple leaves here," Xie Qi's eyes slightly curved, "Look at the color I used here—"

He used a different painting method on the maple leaves, which is chaotic and sharp at a closer look, but hazy at a rough look.

He also drew an additional fallen leaf, with finely outlined veins.

Withered maple leaves.

In fact, he doesn't like the bright red color, it's too vigorous, full, and bulging, which makes him feel dazzling.

Therefore, the color of the maple leaves in the painting is faintly blue.

The blazing sunlight neutralized the dark feeling of decaying maple leaves that he originally painted.

"Of course you draw beautifully." Rory cut off his words with a dazzling smile.

Without giving Xie Qi a chance to reply, he held out a large rose.

Dark red, fragrant.

Xie Qi paused for a moment, carefully put away the pen in his hand, stopped pointing at the painting, and looked at Rory with calm eyes:

"May I take it as a kind of ... inherent French romance?"

"You can think of it as a unique inquiry and invitation." Rory's blue eyes were almost the color of the sky in daylight.

He didn't say a word for a long time, just staring at the bunch of flowers, thoughtful.

"Sorry... Xie Qi, don't you like roses?"

"It's not that I don't like roses, it's just that I don't like this variety." He was straightforward.

Red roses are too bright.

He likes blue roses.In his previous life, he raised it specially, pure blue, shimmering, mysterious, whispering in the wind.

It is not easy to raise.Now he has to earn money for a few years, and then consider raising him when he has a foundation.

Rory was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he was joking:

"I'll change to another next time?"

"Let's talk about it after I finish painting this painting." Xie Qi smiled lightly and changed the topic, "I still have some details to modify in this painting, and I will give it to you after I finish painting."

This is refusal.

Xie Qi couldn't say why.

Logically speaking, Rory is indeed good, and he has lost his enthusiasm for Yu Yicheng.

But he didn't want to make up his mind so quickly—even though in his previous life, sometimes it only took him an afternoon to establish a relationship with a certain boyfriend.

Maybe it's because of Yu Yicheng's previous WeChat, maybe it's just because Rory interrupted him just now when he wanted to talk about painting techniques.

All of a sudden, I lost interest.

Today, I just came here to get along with each other to try out the feeling. It didn't feel right, and he didn't bother to find out the reason.

This kind of thing goes with the mood.

"Shall we have lunch together then?"

They came together and had breakfast together.

Xie Qi shook his head.

"I still have work in the afternoon," he stared at Rory with clear eyes, "and now I want to continue to perfect this painting."

Rory then turned his gaze to the canvas.

"That--"

Ding--

The phone in Xie Qi's bag vibrated.

He turns on the screen.

Yu Yicheng: I'm in Qiushui Lake.

Xie Qi: ...um.

What does he have to do with him in Qiushui Lake?

It's not like he made a special trip to pick him up.

Yu Yicheng: The meeting place has been changed to this nearby hotel, you can come here now.

Xie Qi: Did the other party request to start contacting in advance?

Yu Yicheng: No, you can come over for dinner first.

Xie Qi thought for a while, put away the canvas, and said goodbye to Rory.

"The work is suddenly ahead of schedule," he apologized slightly, "Wen Ling's studio is very good, I haven't had time to thank you before."

"No rush, work is important," Rory said with a smile, "Before you leave, please accept it—just as a gift from a friend."

He took the rose from Rory's hand.

The moment his finger touched the flower branch, he saw half of a faint red mark on Rory's wrist.

After a while, he didn't care.

Before twelve o'clock, he walked into the restaurant with his painting bag and a bouquet of red roses.

This restaurant is on the fourth floor of the hotel, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a panoramic view of the lake.

I don't know if it's because it's been raining recently and few people go out. There is only one person sitting by the window in the huge restaurant.

"What about the other colleagues?"

He sat down opposite Yu Yicheng and looked around.

"They have other business."

"Then we're here—"

"Let's eat first," Yu Yicheng nodded, "I'll go to the conference hall upstairs later."

"Do I have to do something in advance—"

"It's mainly for accompanying and studying." The voice of the man on the opposite side was calm, "You are new to the project, so it's normal that you're not used to it. Don't be nervous."

...he wasn't nervous.

Being nervous is not because work is stressful.

The person in front of me just educated him condescendingly a few days ago, and asked him out this weekend.

Said it was because of work.

Can interns and immediate supervisors have meals alone?

very unusual.

However, this man was as stable and peaceful as ever, and he didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong.

"Did you just sketch here?"

Yu Yicheng spotted his painting bag.

"Ah."

Xie Qi only responded softly, but Yu Yicheng didn't speak anymore, just looked at him, as if he was just asking casually.

Instead, he took out the painting and showed it to Yu Yicheng.

Yu Yicheng also took it over and looked at it.

Everything happens naturally, without hindrance.

"Sketch for a friend?" Yu Yicheng glanced at the man in the middle of the picture.

"Yes."

He pursed his lips, wondering why he subconsciously passed the painting over.

Just now Yu Yicheng didn't say he wanted to see his paintings.

"You like blue?"

"Ok?"

"Looking at your two paintings, at a glance, they all have a blue texture."

"But this painting clearly draws a large maple leaf?"

"The sky, the lake, the eyes of a person," Yu Yicheng smiled lightly, "I'm an amateur, so I can't explain it clearly. This maple leaf also gives me a cold feeling."

Yu Yicheng is not a real layman.

Xie Qi understood.

"The person who asked you out today should have given you blue roses."

He heard such a sentence suddenly.

Then he noticed that Yu Yicheng's gaze stayed on the bouquet of roses for a moment.

"It's a gift from a friend, how can I choose the color." He smiled lightly:

"Mr. Yu won't send me flowers, why pay attention to this."

Yu Yicheng didn't play cards according to common sense, he didn't want to accept it.

He wants a clear answer.

The author has something to say: because of physical discomfort, the number of words is a little less~