After the sea king wears into the ancient abuse text

"..."

Xie Qi frowned, his eyes wandered elsewhere.

He has always avoided talking about his resistance.

Seeing what Yu Yicheng wanted to say, he said softly:

"What about you?"

"what?"

"You came back here, resigned from your previous position, and quarreled with...Auntie—are you running away from something?"

"..." This time it was Yu Yicheng's turn to be speechless.

"Look—" he spread his hands, "we didn't have to be so honest with each other."

He has his past, and so does Yu Yicheng.

After all, Yu Yicheng's interfering has crossed the line.

He didn't want to answer.

"I just feel that it's a pity." Yu Yicheng took a hard nail and kept his face, "You are very talented."

It is always a pity that genius does not show its sharpness.

"Then you should get rid of this occupational disease as soon as possible." Unmoved, he lowered his eyes, "You have resigned."

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

In the end, it was Yu Yicheng who broke the situation:

"The committee has issued a statement."

Xie Qi opened his eyes and looked.

There are two main points, one is the blind trial of the competition system, and there is no possibility of operation; the other is that Yu Yicheng himself has submitted his resignation several months ago.The detailed review process and Yu Yicheng's work handover timeline are attached below.

The comments below are mostly popular science - I have to say that in terms of the fairness of the competition, this competition has been very reputable over the years and has many followers in the industry.

Then there are practitioners who have seen Xie Qi's works, bluntly saying that the people behind them have sinister intentions.

A small number of questions below the reply is quite peaceful.

"Should I post something?" He was still thinking to himself, and when he refreshed, he saw Yu Yicheng's new developments.

Pretty simple four words:

Qingqing Zijin.

The accompanying pictures are Xie Qi's recent works.

In the past, on Yu Yicheng's personal homepage, apart from his various titles, there were only reposts - most of them were the annual reports of the companies under his name.

In short, it looks like a machine number.But this time, Piansheng posted the news himself.

"When I saw the dynamic update, I thought it was a stock market crash, but it turned out to be for the pretty little artist [doge]"

Looking at the comments, this person is probably a close friend of Yu Yicheng, and Yu Yicheng simply replied with a full stop.

The rest of the message is also a lot of discussion.

"Qingqing Zijin? Mr. Yu, this is my heart... Really hammered? [doge]"

"Upstairs is a bit cultured, it's obvious that he's asking for pictures, right? [Khan]"

"What, you think you are educated just because you know Cao Cao? [Doubt] [Doubt]"

"..."

Arguing endlessly.

This man is good at playing with words.

He simply stretched out the screen in front of the man opposite:

"What kind of meaning does this sentence mean?"

Then his wrist was circled:

"I thought I made it very obvious," Yu Yicheng took the pulse of his wrist and smiled lowly, "Isn't it both?"

Xie Qi sat opposite him, with beautiful lines extending from wrist to shoulder and neck.

She just tilted her head slightly and stared at him.

As if Yu Yicheng couldn't stand his gaze, he gently withdrew his hand.

The two looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Then I'll take you home?"

"Ah."

When Yu Yicheng parked the car at the corner, Xie Qijiang wanted to get up, but his wrist was pulled again.

He looked back, puzzled.

Yu Yicheng frowned, and motioned not far away:

"Camera."

Ever since Xie Qi had this incident, he has been very concerned, and the memory of being chased by reporters in the past seems to have been revived.

Something was wrong right away.

Xie Qi took the opportunity to sit back.

But he doesn't care about the general:

"What's the matter? Let them take pictures."

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and moved closer to Yu Yicheng, taking a picture of him.

When he went out again, Yu Yicheng had already seen his own new developments.

It is also very simple four words:

new friends.

The accompanying pictures are group photos and some small portraits he painted himself.

Luo Li, Wen Ling, and the colleagues in the studio... Of course, there is also the photo taken with Yu Yicheng in a hurry.

"Qi Zai seems to have been reborn... very happy."——Still a loyal fan.

"Everyone has their own hand-painted miniatures! I want it too, woo-woo, I'm going to make a fuss!"

"No, Mr. Yu doesn't have a miniature."

"Ah, it seems really, this, suddenly funny [laughs cry]"

Yu Yicheng twirled his fingers, and received a message from an overseas friend before turning off the screen.

"Is this true?" The accompanying picture is a dynamic post by myself.

"I never lie."

"Come on, friendly reminder, your parents seem to be bringing someone back."

"not my business."

He turned off his cell phone with a cold expression.

Then he saw a few flashes of light - he didn't know who they were, and the sneak shots were so rampant.

The curtains upstairs were drawn shut.

Yu Yicheng's heart moved, and he sent a message to the people upstairs:

"Want to go to the studio? That building has tight security, and there are private work spaces upstairs."

Xie Qi did not reply.

Ten minutes later, Xie Qi appeared on his co-pilot.

After another moment, they stood on the top floor of the building.

"Didn't you mean a private work space?" Xie Qi looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes," he said calmly, "this floor is my office."

Seeing that the young man looked unhappy, he hastened to remedy it:

"This is what I had before I went abroad. It has been vacant, and I haven't visited it a few times...there is a separate studio over there, and it has been vacant for several years."

"The 20th floor provides a rest space for overnight stays—of course, this floor can also be used for overnight stays."

Xie Qi just stared at him and didn't speak for a long time.

"You work here at Wen Ling," Yu Yicheng coughed lightly, "their studio paid the rent."

So it's not counting that he deliberately arranged for Xie Qi... well, it doesn't matter whether Xie Qi believes it or not, he must at least have an explanation.

"Thank you."

After a stalemate for a long time, Xie Qi lowered his eyes slightly, but thanked him very softly.

He is rarely so quiet and obedient in front of Yu Yicheng.

Tell Yu Yicheng to bring him into the studio with a smile on his face.

The studio is very simple, with all kinds of wall lamps and table lamps in a patchwork arrangement, and a few blue and green lines spread on the wall.

There is a vague sense of undulating waves.

"nice."

"I built it before I went to university, and it has been maintained." Yu Yicheng explained beside him.

"I love these lights!"

He walked quickly to the stand in front of the window and turned on the small light above.

The light cast a shadow like a slender chain.

Ok?

He took advantage of the situation and pulled something out of the lampshade.

A pendant with gorgeous carvings and sparkling brilliance.

There is also a word "Yu" engraved on the back-this word is also wrapped in a thin love heart.

"This is?"

He stood in front of the window, shaking the pendant to Yu Yicheng.

Yu Yicheng's expression didn't change, he wasn't sure, but it was indeed a slow beat before he heard the answer.

"It was a gift from a friend. I forgot to clean it up during the renovation."

The voice is flat, and there is no emotion.

"Then your friend's aesthetics are really not very good."

He flicked the chain into the air, and the chain neatly looped around his hand a few times.

It makes his wrists white.

"The chain doesn't match that chandelier at all."

"We haven't been in touch for a long time." Yu Yicheng's face moved slightly, "Of course you still have aesthetics—"

Xie Qi stepped forward and brought the pendant to Yu Yicheng's neck.

"doing what?"

"Look at the effect," he shrugged. "The person who gave you this pendant really wants to see you wear it."

"I didn't wear the pendant - I thought I'd given it back to him."

Yu Yicheng's face remained unchanged, only his voice hinted at a little anxiety.

It's rare.

"Now it's back to its original owner."

He smiled, as if he didn't hear Yu Yicheng's words:

"Can I paint here alone? At night I go to the lounge in the studio downstairs."

"of course."

For some reason, he felt a little embarrassed by Yu Yicheng's back.

But what did it matter to him?

Xie Qi didn't think about it, and immediately spread out the easel.

Soon the game will be over.

The author has something to say: tomorrow will be tomorrow, and there will be so many tomorrows.

——An author who owed three double updates said to himself before going to bed.

青青子衿的意思，一个是曹操写的，一个是诗经里的，大家应该都知道就不做详解啦！感谢在2021-08-1500:03:53~2021-08-1623:43:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Soft; 10 bottles of the poor;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!