After the sea king wears into the ancient abuse text

Since Lin Xuan chatted happily with Mr. Gu, occasionally, as if he suddenly remembered that there was someone beside him, he brought the topic to him.

For example, Yu Yicheng opened the studio to him, which was planned and designed by Lin Xuan and Yu Yicheng together.

Another example is that the last time Yu Yicheng took him back, it was the place where Lin Xuan and Yu Yicheng often played together when they were young.

The words seem to be very close to him.

But Xie Qi didn't answer his words, he just responded lightly, or just smiled.

It can be called polite, but the coldness is not hidden at all.

Senior Gu talked for a long time, but he also felt the smell, so he only called Lin Xuan to show him the flowers and cut the branches, and let him go to the terrace with a smile.

Leave the two of them in the living room.

"Xiao Lin came to visit unexpectedly today. I didn't expect this. I thought it was just right that he said he was your friend." Mr. Gu said kindly, "I should have told you earlier."

He was actually explaining to him.

"I should ask the teacher first if it's inconvenient."

Xie Qi was sitting upright, but now his clear eyes were looking at Senior Gu squarely.

Gu Xiao felt a little tricky.

He didn't want to get involved in the grievances between the juniors, but Xiao Xie was his favorite junior, and Xiao Lin was the child of an old friend, so he didn't know who to favor at this moment.

——Just now he can see the disagreement between Lin Xuan and Xie Qi.

With hindsight, there was something wrong with this smack.

Taking a closer look, Xiaolin's sentence cannot be separated from Yu Yicheng.

A few days ago, Yu Yicheng specifically asked him to enlighten Xiao Xie.

He completely understood.

The minds of the young people are very complicated.

But thinking about it this way, he made up his mind.After all, Xiao Yu paid him a special visit with a gift.

It doesn't make sense for him to spoil the situation for others after agreeing to it.

Gu Xiao pointed out something:

"They were still Xiaodouding when they played with me, but now they are very different."

"Xiao Xie, I said yesterday that if you are willing, you can come to my house more often. I also hope that you will not be trapped in the past, but move forward and draw better pictures."

"Thank you, teacher."

The young man in white in front of him had calm brows and eyes, still respectful and restrained, as if it was just an insignificant episode.

This look is much calmer than Xiaolin's anxious look.

Comparing the two, Gu Xiao himself didn't realize that the balance in his heart was slightly off.

A brief mention, seeing that Xie Qi didn't want to say more, he didn't think about it, and only continued to chat with Xie Qi about painting with great interest.

When it was time for lunch, Lin Xuan said that he wanted to treat them to dinner.

Xie Qi politely declined.

Lin Xuan also wanted to persuade Gu Xiao, but Gu Xiao just waved his hand and said that he was old and only ate simple meals at home.

The two had to leave separately.

"Should I take you home?"

Lin Xuan's car drove out low-key, it was silver-gray, very similar to Yu Yicheng's car.

"No, I'll just take the subway."

The man didn't continue to ask, he just stepped on the accelerator, and the silver-gray car sped away.

Leave behind a smug exhaust.

Deep and round raindrops gradually hit the concrete floor in front of me.

This autumn rain is continuous and refuses to stop.

Xie Qi walked slowly, a drop of rain fell on his cheek.

Somehow, he felt his thoughts slow down as much as his steps.

I don't have any specific thoughts, just blunt, rambling, and I don't know where my mind is drifting.

Anyway, it wasn't raining heavily in front of him, so he didn't even bother to pick up his umbrella.

In the subway station, someone quietly watched the young man in front of him.

Fair-skinned and clear, his sleeves were slightly wet, and slightly long hair fell on his overly long eyelashes.

The people on the side watched the young man listening to the music with earphones on, and couldn't say any words for a while, but to put it simply and clearly, it was beautiful.

Still very peaceful.

The silence continued until he opened the door of his own home.

Once again, he suddenly realized that Yu Yicheng had stayed at his house for many weekends before that.

He was not very happy at first, but Yu Yicheng kept his promise and was quite quiet, never disturbing him.

So he didn't look or speak, just pretending that this man didn't exist.

Now he suddenly realizes that even if he doesn't look at Yu Yicheng and just draws his own paintings, there is a difference between whether this person is present or not.

What is the difference?I can't tell, probably because I suddenly and clearly perceive the fact that he is not there.

But if you want to talk about more emotions, it's really gone.

The emptiness that was discovered at that moment is probably just due to the innate ability of human beings... a high-level function belonging to Homo sapiens, which has no meaning at all.

That's all, he didn't have any more thoughts for Yu Yicheng.

Thinking of this, he opened the canvas, intending to abandon others and immerse himself in his own painting.

After habitually drawing a few strokes, he stopped for a moment.

He subconsciously picked up the brush and lifted the canvas to reveal that it was the painting he recreated for Yu Yicheng that day on a whim.

The first few strokes of writing are so natural and smooth that it doesn't look like just the beginning.

——It seems that those lines have been ingrained in his mind for a long time, and he doesn't need to think about how to paint, he just needs to faithfully present these lines.

This realization made him uncomfortable for no reason.

So he put down the drawing board, only intending to water the flowers by the window.

However, a small wooden board was erected by the window, with a brief calendar drawn on it, and today's date has been ticked.

It was because he complained one day that he seemed to have watered too much by accident, and was worried that the pot of grass would be drowned by himself, so Yu Yicheng got him a calendar made of a small wooden board - ticking it meant that the man left in the morning. Watered the succulents before going.

The window sill is prone to dust, but the small board is as clean as new, it should be wiped by Yu Yicheng before he left.

So the jug he had just filled was useless.

It was almost noon, Xie Qi sat on the sofa, and the face of Yu Yicheng before his farewell in the morning flashed before his eyes.

... Whatever you think, go eat.

He opens the refrigerator.

The first sight is full of food.Vegetables, meat, finished products, and semi-finished products are all sorted and neatly organized.

It was arranged after Yu Yicheng discovered that his refrigerator was often empty, and he was not used to eating on time.

No matter how bad it is, there is also a small snack cabinet next to the refrigerator-in short, Xie Qi will not be hungry because he is lazy and doesn't want to move.

This man is literally everywhere.

To put it in a fair way, judging from Yu Yicheng's actions, it should at least be meticulous.

But Xie Qi refused to put this good word on Yu Yicheng, and he didn't know what he was awkward about.

Even so, after eating the cooked food that Yu Yicheng prepared in the refrigerator, and taking a nap wrapped in the blanket that Yu Yicheng specially bought, he still sat in front of the easel, polishing the painting where the protagonist was his lover stroke by stroke.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening.

The emptiness of the room made him uncomfortable.

Usually Yu Yicheng should come back.

A month ago, this kind of discomfort was unimaginable.

In fact, this kind of feeling shouldn't appear now—even if it does, he should cut it off in time.

However, he couldn't stop himself from glancing at his phone.

If you can't hold it back, just follow your heart.

It's just that the bell rang for a long time, and no one answered.

This man has been actively sticking to him within the time allowed by him, and even if he can't see him, he will always contact him at the last moment.

Today is slightly different, it is 08:30, and there is not even a sound.

As the year approaches, Yu Yicheng is actually very busy.But he didn't clearly perceive this until today.

Can't think any more.

He continued to prop up the easel and paint quietly.

Just at this time, the bell cut the silence.

It was the number he was familiar with.

He quickly connected, and what he heard was indeed a strange male voice:

"Qi...Qi? Hello, are you Brother Yu's boyfriend?"

"I do not--"

"That's right, that's it," the man seemed to have heard what other people said, ignored Xie Qi's denial, and continued on his own, "Can you come and pick him up?"

"I?"

"Yes, his car is here. He said that he took your fingerprints...you know how to drive?"

"Yes." It's just that there is no car for him to drive.

"The address is sent to you, come and pick him up."

"... Does he have no driver to pick him up?"

The person on the opposite side seemed to be taken aback:

"The driver? Ah, don't you know? He had a conflict with his family, and even the driver was transferred."

"I do not know."

It was probably mixed with the sound of rain outside the window, Xie Qi's voice was really a little cold, although the people over there were still polite, but the tone was inexplicably revealing a strange meaning:

"If you can, you'd better pick it up... The situation was complicated just now, and he didn't mean to be drunk to trouble you."

"He spends weekends at your house, right? He was still thinking about you just now... Even if it's not a boyfriend, for the sake of your friends, why don't you come and help?"

"I can drive him here, as long as you help him go upstairs."

"It's just that he has to go to get the car another day."

A lot of words were said on the other side, and Xie Qi accurately captured the disbelief hidden in that person's words.

Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that it is resentment.

Not angry?

He gave an untimely sneer.

"...What's wrong?"

The people over there seemed to be startled by his laughter, and even spoke a little weakly.

"It's nothing." He covered the canvas meticulously, and put away the painting again. His voice was clear and clear, like fine rain outside the window:

"I'll come over now."

"That's good, you try to hurry up—" At the moment when the phone was about to be hung up, he seemed to hear the person declaring to the people around him: "I said he would come..."

It was vaguely inaudible, and the signal was completely cut off immediately.

He picked up an umbrella and planned to go out.

After thinking about it, he changed into clean clothes and wiped the ends of his hair so that no wet marks could be seen on his body.

To save Yu Yicheng from nagging after seeing him.

The rumble of the subway bothered him a little.

In the past, Yu Yicheng had already hugged him at this time, either in the bathroom or in the bedroom.

Although the location is monotonous, the patterns can be endless.

In any case, it's not like he is now, staying alone in the subway with an umbrella, and his arms are chilled by the wind inside.

And I still don't know what happened to the person I want to pick up, or how drunk he is.

The address this guy sent was a bar.

Unlike the one he worked for, this bar was completely clean.

It was a bit funny to say, but he was inexplicably relieved when he saw that it was Qing Bar.

Obviously, the number of times he went to various bars in his previous life is also countless.

The bar was not as chaotic as imagined, but when he opened the curtain and entered, several people stared at him immediately.

Accustomed to being watched, he trembled inexplicably.

The man was lying on the bar counter, seemingly not in a state of drunkenness.

It's just that when he was pulled up by him, his eyes were a little hazy, and he looked straight at him and blurted out:

"What are you doing here?"

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