Night run

【4】

Qu Youlin flipped through the menu on her mobile phone, and habitually ordered stir-fried pork liver and dried beans, and then looked up at Zhu Mo, who had not moved for a long time after putting the soft ruler on the neck of the plastic model. , sighed, and added a couple's lung slices.Recently, my apprentice seems to have a tendency to be full of flesh, so I really need to control my diet to avoid being disgusted by Party A who is interviewing.After all, they are the group of people who follow or even lead the trend of the times, and they can only compromise with reality in the face of the mainstream aesthetics.

There was nothing she could do about this precious apprentice who could not be beaten or scolded. Qu Youlin grabbed the newly sent embroidery material and hooked it on Zhu Mo's shoulder, and said in a deep voice while the other party was subconsciously pulling the fabric tightly because of fright: "custom Embroidery, just make a cut and wait for another three months." The child was so frightened that he immediately let go of his paws like a hot potato.

Qu Youlin gathered the cloth back, went forward and fixed the central pattern on the chest of the model with clips, pushed Zhu Mo, who had been in a daze all morning, to the side, and did something for him that he had been dawdling for a long time: "Why? Already? It’s like losing your soul all morning.”

He has been with him for six years, and the child who knows everything about life and work suddenly yelled at him miserably on the phone early in the morning. He was just about to ask what happened when the work machine rang.Qu Youlin could only focus on work first, and when he ended the call as quickly as possible and returned to the studio to take out his mobile phone to ask what happened, he saw his child standing in his seat staring at the plastic model in a daze.

"Right, right..." Zhu Mo, who was squeezed to the side, walked over, using pins to make big folds on the basis of Qu Youlin's initial fixation. The movements of his hands were still agile under the professional instinct, and the child's spirit was still sluggish. He pursed his lips unconsciously, and the cheeks that had grown a little flesh looked more rounded by his pouting, "Deng Zi doesn't want me anymore."

"Why would he not want you?" Seeing that it wasn't a big deal, Qu Youlin felt relieved, feeling a little amused by the apprentice who had relationship problems, pinched Zhu Moxin's white flesh and shook, "I want to what?"

Zhu Mo became even more depressed, with a sticky voice: "He ignores me... I called him several times and turned off the phone, and I sent him QQ and didn't reply. He must have made it clear that he doesn't want me..."

"Why do you think so much? Have you found someone else?"

"I knocked on his door for a while...no one answered."

Qu Youlin saw the child's mood slipping lower, and her hand movements also stopped, she sighed secretly, took the man's head and rubbed it, and put her hand on his shoulder: "What about other places, have you looked for it? "

"I know where he works. Deng Zi doesn't like me to go there, so I don't dare to go there, but I don't know where he will go, I don't know..."

"That's where he works. Go look for it. If you don't go, how will you know the situation?" Qu Youlin shook Zhu Mo's arms, "Is it useful to just be here in a hurry?"

Zhu Mo lowered his head again, sniffed his nose, hummed in a low voice, and finally spoke with a clear tone: "I'll go to Deng Zi's work place to find him in the afternoon." After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to straighten the fabric again, He finally pulled out the tape measure that had been hung around the model's neck all morning, and placed it around the model's chest, indicating that he would roll the lace here.

Qu Youlin let go of her hand so that she could step aside, and answered the vibrating phone call, which was for takeaway. He agreed and turned to go out, and was willing to run this trip for Zhu Mo, who was devoting himself to work in front of him.

【5】

"Three dishes, you are so kind——"

"I'm with you."

"..."

"Cough. You have to pay attention to your figure."

【6】

Deng Ziqiang's studio is in an old-style community, which is very common in the city, but it is too unique for an office location.Except for the first few collaborations, Zhu Mo has never been to Deng Ziqiang's studio, and some of his works have been stored in the studio and at home.Zhu Mo often used Deng Ziqiang's private paintings.

For private works, Deng Ziqiang is always more willing to be a hands-off shopkeeper. After the price is negotiated, he directly sends the original picture and PS file to Zhu Mo'a with full rights. He is not even lazy to re-use his paintings anywhere. learn.

At first, Zhu Mo honestly showed Deng Ziqiang the copy of the first draft of the work and the terms of the scope of secondary use, but the other party seemed more interested in whether the transaction figure could be increased by 1000.Before signing at the end, he politely flipped through Zhu Mo's first draft, and muttered that if they buy it out, it doesn't matter if they use the picture as toilet paper.

At that time, Zhu Mo had just won the best newcomer award in the industry, and he attached great importance to himself and his precious works. Deng Ziqiang's words made him feel cold about this painter who was originally quite appreciative.Although the single product that he collaborated with Deng Ziqiang was well received by the whole studio and even the industry, Zhu Mo still intentionally severed contact with Deng Ziqiang.

... Later, they didn't contact again until even Qu Youlin came to persuade Zhu Mo to ask Deng Ziqiang for a second cooperation fund.

The person who came out to answer the door was a small man with hair dyed orange, with a digital pen held between his fingers, bags under his eyes like all newcomers, but his dark eyes were quite bright: "Brother Mo?"

"Oh, is Deng Zi here?"

"Brother Qiang?" The little man looked around the room, scratching his head with the end of his pen, "Brother Qiang is not here, I went back last night."

"Did he leave any messages?"

Zhu Mo's expression in front of him became a little nervous, but there was a hint of anticipation vaguely. Zhou Luoke, who had never seen such a scene before, scratched his head with a pen and looked into the room: "Hmm...Brother Come in and talk."

The blackout curtains were drawn in the room, and only basic wall painting and floor covering were done inside, with almost no household items.In the center of the spacious living room, there are two rows of computers facing each other, and against the wall are iron shelves full of papers and books.As far as the eye can see, there are three doors, two closed and one open. Behind the open door is a separate workbench without a computer, but piled with tools and papers.

The ventilation conditions in the room are mediocre, and most of the space is shaded all year round. In addition to the musty smell of neglected cleaning, there is also a dull smell of paint mixed with various foods in the air.Only one computer in the center of the living room was lit, and the rest of the light came from the gap of the exhaust fan.

Zhou Luoke fumbled at the gate to turn on the headlights, sat back in front of the computer that was on, pulled the chair next to him, and put all the clothes, paper, and markers on it into another chair to clean it up, and greeted Zhu Don't sit down.

Sitting back in front of the workbench, Zhou Luoke put his elbows on the edge of the table, playing with the nib of the pressure-sensitive pen in his hand: "Brother Qiang went back yesterday morning."

"I went to his house to look for him, but I couldn't find him." Zhu Mo hugged the plush toy in the shape of a seal in the chair and rubbed the seal's belly with his hands. "I can't reach him either. Can you contact him?"

"I haven't tried it. I haven't contacted Brother Qiang since I went back yesterday. I just watched him post on Weibo all night... What do you want from him?"

Zhu Mo was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help pinching the hand holding the seal deep into the fluffy fabric: "My, his friend, just, just look for him. That...can't get through to his phone, he turned off the phone." He stared at the Zhou Luoke didn't know why he was nervous.

"Then I'll call Brother Qiang." Zhou Luoke didn't notice Zhu Mo's nervousness at all, and put the pen on the pen holder on the edge of the table. The shape of a person is very inspiring after putting a pen on it.He picked up the mobile phone that had been charging on the top of the computer case, swiped it a few times, put the mobile phone against his ear and waited for a while: "I can't get through either, so turn it off."

He ended the call, clicked on QQ and swipe, looked at the corner of the phone screen and seemed to have clicked on a picture, and kept his head down and muttered: "Ah. Brother Qiang went to Chongqing."

……

"what?"

Perhaps Zhu Mo's expression with his mouth open was too aggressive. Zhou Luoke, the current line drafter and coloring assistant, paused for a moment, and seemed to raise his hand, but quickly stopped it. In terms of professionalism and behavioral norms, he Reluctantly held the latter, did not really press the shutter.

"Brother Qiang is in Chongqing now." He turned the phone over to face Zhu Mo, and at the same time, the phone in Zhu Mo's pocket rang at the same time.Zhu Mo said sorry, took out his phone, and his eyes lit up when he saw the message that popped up at the top of the interface: It was Deng Ziqiang.

【Momoge in Chongqing】

Below is a picture, the small picture shows a foggy river.Click on the big picture and you can see the gray-blue fog behind the overlapping buildings. The buildings of various colors rise from the mountains, and the roads and green plants pass through them. It looks like a city growing from the mountains or like a city built at the bottom of the city. A mountain rises from the sky—only the mountain city of Chongqing can produce such a unique urban landscape.

Both of them noticed that the photo in Zhou Luoq's cell phone was the same one that Zhu Mo had received.Zhou Luoke retracted the phone, and picked the raised pattern on the side of the phone case with his thumb: "He also sent you this, just now he posted it on Weibo. Brother Qiang has always liked Chongqing..." He noticed that Zhu Mo was opposite His gaze followed the conversation and continued, "I always go there, and I keep mentioning it every year for traveling, so that other people don't ask him."

"……Really?"

"Ah."

"I haven't heard him say that." Zhu Mo typed in the interface in frustration, several lines at a time, and the photos in the interface were quickly pushed across the page.

Zhou Luoke grabbed the rough fabric of the jeans with his hands on his knees, his black and white eyes stared at Zhu Mo who was unconsciously biting his mouth for a while, and then he started talking again: "Are you looking for him?"

"what?"

Zhou Luoke still looked very ordinary, as if he only needed to ride a bicycle from this city to Chongqing: "If you want him, go find him." Seeing that the surprise on Zhu Mo's face did not fade, Zhou Luoke felt that the other party I didn't match my channel, so I could only raise my hand and scratch my head, and my tone changed to a more casual muttering, "...that's fine, just wait for Brother Qiang to come back, and there is no holiday, I guess he will come back after eating hot pot .”

【7】

Zhu Mo realized that he didn't know Deng Ziqiang very well. For example, Deng Ziqiang had a Weibo account that he had never told him about. For example, Deng Ziqiang had such a big obsession with Chongqing. More and more places he doesn't know at all,

——For example, Deng Ziqiang has no feelings for himself.

After realizing this, his nose was so sore that he squeezed a lemon in it, and he almost cried out in front of people.Zhou Luoke was obviously also frightened by this boy who said his eyes were red, and he started to stutter: "Well, Brother Qiang hasn't posted for a long time, and most of them don't understand. You, this, that... Qiang Brother is special to you. Uh."

"My boyfriend." Zhu Mo sniffed, wiped his red eyes with his wrist, and forced a smile, but a teardrop was embedded in the dimple near the corner of his mouth, and he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes again. Stretching out his mobile phone, "Can you tell me his Weibo?"

【8】

Zhu Mo has met Deng Ziqiang’s friends and colleagues. His friends are colleagues who work together in the studio. Perhaps those who have more contact with Deng Ziqiang can vaguely understand the relationship between him and Deng Ziqiang, but they have never taken the initiative. Sure, so the outside world still thinks that the two of them are good partners.This time, Zhu Mo realized his abruptness and gaffe in a second after pointing out his relationship in front of Zhou Luoke.He looked straight at Zhou Luoke, his eyes returned to the other's face after a short period of panic, and he was extremely firm.

The other party noticed his gaze, and looked back, his gaze was very calm, as if he had been prepared for the situation before him, or not surprised at all: "Cool. Brother Mo."

Zhou Luoke praised, and then said an awkward name, "Brother Qiang Weibo.

Brother Qiang always thinks too much and is timid, so I entrust you to take care of him. "

Zhu Mo saw a smile on that too-young face.

【9】

Three or four o'clock in the afternoon is a time when there are not too many road vehicles. Zhu Mo drove up the elevated road. The road in front of him became more spacious and desolate at the same time. The surrounding scenery of the road suspended in the mid-air of the city was broken from the soil that carried them. What you can see on the elevated road is either a narrow building next to the roadside like a door god, or a group of buildings floating in the distance behind the fog. Of course, there is more of a large gray-white sky, where clouds and blue sky are mixed together. , like endless dim cotton.It is blocked in the middle of the heart, esophagus, and throat, and the wandering blood seeps out from the surface of the swollen fibers, at a slow speed that makes people lose all their mental strength.

The city where Zhu Mo grew up was not a livable city. Crowds flocked from all over the country just for the infinite possibilities contained in this land, but the city itself was shrouded in gray-white smog all year round, and it was rare to see a full day of sunshine.

The sound of the wind rubbing against the car body filled the entire compartment. After getting on the elevated train compartment, the sound of the horn that quickly dissipated was only occasionally caught in the sound of the wind. The green-backed white signboard indicated the destination less than 2000 meters away.Zhu Mo held the steering wheel, looked at the car windows divided by large gray and white, wondered whether Deng Ziqiang, who left at six o'clock in the morning, would see the fog and buildings like him in the light rail car, and the transparent or clear white sound-absorbing panels lined up from the side The window passed by, the speed was so fast that only left white afterimages on the retina, and the number was so large that the shape of the surface mesh could be seen clearly.The scenery in the distance is clusters of trees, covered in blue mist, very much like Chongqing in the photo.

In a daze, Zhu Mo came up with an absurd idea, thinking that Chongqing was far away, very close, a place they could reach by bicycle.