Isn't it good to get married before dumping?

Wen Yuan scratched his head: "Hello, what's your name?"

The little girl said, "My name is Sarah, brother."

Wen Yuan's scalp was numb from the yelling of his brother again and again, he was about to stand upright, and Sarah looked like he was only seven or eight years old.

Seeing this, Zhou Jianan knelt down and greeted Sarah, "Hi Sarah."

Sarah: "Hello, Uncle."

……

I don't know where Wen Yuan hit Sarah's aesthetics, making Zhou Jianan eclipsed in her heart.

Zhou Jianan and Huang Yi had to go to the set, and Huang Yi's husband took Sarah and Wen Yuan to Zhou Jianan's dressing room to play.

The dressing room was also remodeled from an old local house. There were several leading actors, and one director used it to take a nap. Although the conditions were not good, fortunately, it was equipped with air conditioning.

Enduring the awkwardness of being stared at by Sarah, Wen Yuan took out the materials he brought and placed them one by one on the coffee table in the room.

"This is soft clay. There are more white ones, because most of the colors produced by soft clay are relatively high saturation. We can use white to mix with other colors to get different colors, which is more controllable."

Sarah, who was still in the fourth grade, of course didn't understand much, but she still nodded obediently.

Considering that the child has no foundation, Wen Yuan plans to teach her how to make a rose today, which is simple but also looks very beautiful.

"Which school did Teacher Wen graduate from?"

Wen Yuan almost forgot that there was a man behind him. He turned his head and saw Huang Yi's husband Li Yan sitting silently on a small stool.

Wen Yuan didn't like people asking him this question very much at first, he didn't know how to answer, and it didn't sound good to answer, but this time he didn't feel any resistance, he said the school very calmly, and then added: "But I didn't graduate."

"Well, I heard that you are studying under Mr. Jin Shi, and you will go to the joint exhibition next month." Li Yan said, moving the chair over to sit with his daughter.

Wen Yuan: "Well, this time I'm working as an assistant for the teacher. I don't have any works myself."

After all the things were laid out, Wen Yuan called up a few pictures on the iPad to show Sarah, and asked her which one she wanted to make.

Li Yan saw Wen Yuan interacting with his daughter, so he didn't continue talking, and cooperated with Wen Yuan to become a student, making roses with Sarah.

After the class was over, Sarah was so excited that she wanted to show it to her mother immediately, but Wen Yuan said that it was still in the oven, otherwise there was no way to save it.

Wen Yuan also took two photos for Zhou Jianan.

"Give it to me?" Zhou Canaan replied.

Wen Yuan snapped his fingers, he didn't intend to make it specially for Zhou Jianan, but just a sample for two students, but when Zhou Jianan asked, Wen Yuan scrambled along the pole and told him yes.

"Mr. Wen, have you ever thought about holding your own solo exhibition?" Li Yan asked suddenly.

Wen Yuan was a little surprised and had a bad feeling.

"If I have the ability in the future, of course I want to."

Li Yan: "You can do it now, your style is outstanding."

Jianwenyuan didn't answer, Li Yan added: "Actually, I'm a curator. Now no matter what industry I'm in, traffic is king. As long as there is traffic, I can make money by doing anything."

Wen Yuan now understood that the other party wanted to use his status as Zhou Jianan's partner to attract traffic and make money.

He put his things down to look at Sarah, who was staring at the oven.

"Sorry, Mr. Li, I'm not interested in this."

"You don't need to reject me right now. Really, you can check the projects I have handled. There are quite a few people who have won them. Don't think that making money is an insult to art. Besides, how many people can't have it until they die. So-called works."

Wen Yuan: "Thank you for your kindness. I don't regard money as dung, nor do I look down on traffic, but I just don't want to consume my relationship with Canaan."

Li Yan didn't know that Wen Yuan had so many past events, and he didn't understand how carefully Zhou Jianan protected Wen Yuan so that he would not appear in the public eye.

"This is not necessarily a bad thing for Mr. Zhou. The identity of an artist is still very valuable, and it should be a plus for his character design."

"I don't have any works, how can I get extra points?" Wen Yuan really didn't want to listen to this person's long talk, but after he finished speaking, he felt that his attitude was not very good, so he slowed down and said, "If one day I have a great I would be very happy to hold an exhibition of my works, and I will cooperate again if I have the opportunity.”

Wen Yuan interrupted the conversation with the excuse of going to see the oven, and sat on the small bench with Sarah to observe the roses in the small oven.

He understood Zhou Jianan's bitter conscience, because people like Li Yan were not opportunities for him, but disturbances.

While looking forward to going to Beijing, I also worry that I will not achieve anything in my life.

Wen Yuan didn't know how this matter got to Zhou Jianan, and he didn't want Zhou Jianan to know, for fear of embarrassing him and Huang Yi.

After all, Huang Yi is a very nice person from the beginning to the end. He often brings food and drink to everyone, and he is also very dedicated.

Wen Yuan and Zhou Jianan sat in the back seat, pretending to play with their mobile phones in the co-pilot.

"What else did he say?" Zhou Jianan looked sideways at Wen Yuan, the seat belt was collapsed into a triangle.

Wen Yuan glanced at him: "That's all I said."

Zhou Jianan snorted: "I've seen this kind of person in my eyes."

Wen Yuan thought it was okay, nothing. He didn't know why Zhou Jianan was so angry, and the culprit was playing with his mobile phone on the co-pilot.

When Wai Wai took Sarah to play that day, he heard what Sarah said, and then he recounted it to Zhou Jianan himself.

After half an hour, I finally got home. Wai Wai helped them put their things in order, and then went to the supermarket with the driver to buy things.

Wen Yuan and Zhou Jianan didn't come back for more than a month, and they were still a little unaccustomed to suddenly returning from the poor filming location to the clean and tidy retest house.

"It's so big." Wen Yuan sighed.

Zhou Jianan smiled behind Wen Yuan's back, took out a rag from the bathroom and prepared to wipe the house.

Wen Yuan walked over: "Auntie has come to clean."

But Zhou Jianan still insisted on simply cleaning it again.

When the TV cabinet was wiped, Zhou Jianan picked up the calendar on the table, "Xiao Yuan, look, it's almost Chinese New Year."

Wen Yuan came over and squatted down to watch together, and counted, the Chinese New Year will be in less than 20 days.

"It's almost the end of the exhibition. Will your parents return to China for the New Year?"

Zhou Canaan: "I don't know yet. There is no holiday in the United States for the Spring Festival. It takes a long time to prepare once."

"Then do you want to go and see them?" Wen Yuan put down the calendar, "You are the only child in your family, they should be quite lonely without you by your side."

Zhou Jianan rolled his eyes and sighed: "That's right, and I didn't bring my daughter-in-law to see them when I got married, and I was scolded every time I called."

"You are the daughter-in-law!"

In fact, the life of Zhou's parents is more exciting than that of Zhou Canaan. After the old couple got old, they shrunk down their property and became less busy. They went out on trips every few days. There were three dogs and two cats at home, and they planted flowers and danced. I don't know how free and easy it is.

But Wen Yuan lowered his eyes and thought for a while after hearing this, and said: "Then let's find time to visit them."

After resting at home for two days, Wen Yuan also went for a follow-up visit. According to the doctor's advice, he changed the medicine for depression, reduced the dosage, and asked him to keep exercising. He came back for a follow-up visit a month later.

In fact, Wen Yuan thinks it doesn't matter if he doesn't take medicine now, and he doesn't like to take medicine either. After taking it for so many years, he's so annoyed to death.But in order to reassure Zhou Jianan, he still accepted the doctor's advice.

The weather in Beijing is colder than that in Shanghai. Wen Yuan was packing his clothes in the cloakroom, and Zhou Jianan was outside in a battle with his agent about the fact that he would not be on a single show during the Spring Festival.

After the phone call, Zhou Canaan came in to help Wen Yuan. The house was well heated. Wen Yuan was wearing pajama pants and a white T-shirt on his upper body. He was hesitating in front of the closet whether to bring a coat or not.

Knowing that Zhou Jianan had come in, he muttered in a low voice, "Actually, you can't wear it if you bring it. The down jacket is more practical."

"Bring one, in case you want to attend some more formal occasion, a coat over a suit will look better." Zhou Jianan stood behind him.

Wen Yuan: "It seems that there is no formal occasion for us to do this, and everyone dresses more casually."

Now Zhou Canaan doesn't understand anything about their sculpture world, but this time the protagonist is Wen Yuan, so he naturally depends on him for everything.

Wen Yuan was going to leave for Beijing the next day, and he was going to stay in Beijing for half a month. Wen Yuan himself was a little excited. Since he returned home from school in that summer vacation, he had never been to Beijing, never returned to school, and had nothing to do with the students in Beijing. Everything is suddenly disconnected.

Wen Yuan couldn't fall asleep, lying on the pillow, he used his mobile phone to search and look at some of the exhibitors and their previous works, taking screenshots and saving them while watching.

And Zhou Canaan was also using the laptop to read the materials, and the two of them read their own files without disturbing each other.

Wen Yuan first finished the data collection work, turned over and lay down.

"What are you looking at?"

"Script." Zhou Jianan said.

Wen Yuan got up and leaned over: "Are you going to take on a new play?"

"No," Zhou Jianan pulled the PDF to the first page: "I'm trying to transform. The few films I invested in before were well received. A few months ago, I thanked me and asked me that he had a junior As for comedy, I have seen a few short films and commercials he wrote and directed, and thought they were very good, so I got in touch with him, and now there is a book that needs investment.”

Wen Yuan: "You want to invest?"

Zhou Jianan: "I have to meet this director first."

At this time, the sleep alarm clock set on the mobile phone rang. In order to be able to sleep on time and get up on time when both of them had no work constraints, many alarm clocks were set.

Wen Yuan leaned over and pressed the phone: "How about the script? Is it funny?"

Zhou Jianan shut the laptop with a snap: "I can't watch it now, you can watch it when it's released, and keep it a bit mysterious."

Suddenly, the direction of life of the two people has a big turning point. When the two of them lay on this bed for the first time a few months ago, they had different thoughts.

Because of misunderstanding and fate, there was no news for ten years, and at that night in Shanghai that suddenly cooled down, at the moment when Wen Yuan was about to give up his life, we ushered in the transition point.

Wen Yuan moved towards Zhou Jianan's side, Zhou Jianan put down his laptop and adjusted his posture so that Wen Yuan could lie comfortably in his arms.

"Did I tell you? The night I met you again, I knew you were attending a dinner nearby and waited on the side of the road on purpose. I thought if you would pass by this road, I would see you again .”

Zhou Jianan hummed, and lightly scrubbed Wen Yuan's arm.

Wen Yuan went on to say: "You actually saw me, how did you see me?"

"Well... I don't know, I always like to look around, thinking what if I really see you someday? Sure enough, God is good to us, I really saw you." Zhou Jianan laughed He said, looking down at Wen Yuan: "Actually, I just wanted to ask you how you are doing? Why didn't you come to see me? But you actually asked me if I wanted to open a room, I was so angry."

"What are you angry about?"

"I... well, you don't understand, it's like the pure white moonlight you think about day and night, asking you if you want to go to bed as soon as we meet... I'm angry at you for not cherishing yourself."

Wen Yuan laughed until his shoulders shook: "Then why do you still agree? But if you don't agree, you won't be so unlucky to be photographed by the paparazzi, and maybe there won't be these things behind."

"I know," Zhou Jianan took a deep breath, and said as if he was grateful: "I was just afraid that it would become like that, so I went with you. Not only did I go, I also..."

"what?"

Zhou Jianan hesitated for a moment: "Nothing."

Wen Yuan stretched out his hand to pinch Zhou Jianan's unshaven face: "Tell me, what else are you doing?"

"I even asked Wawai to take a picture and send it to the paparazzi."

"What?!" Wen Yuan's jaw dropped in shock.

Zhou Jianan was strong and calm: "I can't help it, I was too anxious at that time."

Although he was surprised, Wen Yuan was not angry at all. He thought that he planned this encounter and this not-so-good start, but he didn't expect that the two of them thought the same thing at the beginning. He didn't regret it unilaterally for ten years.

"It's great, we are very good now." Zhou Jianan hugged Wen Yuan tightly.

Wen Yuan: "Super good."

At this point in the atmosphere, how can it be done without a kiss?

Zhou Jianan stepped back a little, pouted and slapped Wen Yuan in the face.

"what!"

Zhou Jianan: "Why are you running?"

Wen Yuan made an aggrieved face: "It's so prickly, why don't you shave your beard."

Zhou Jianan touched his beard and laughed: "Not only do I not shave my beard, I also don't cut my hair. When the time comes, I will be unshaven, and I will go with you to prepare for the exhibition with a pair of big black-rimmed glasses, so I can blend into the team of artists perfectly." .”

Wen Yuan laughed until his stomach ached.

"Kiss one." Zhou Jianan leaned over.

Wen Yuan immediately blocked his face.

Zhou Jianan supported the bed with one hand: "You despise me? Then don't blame me for using force!"

Wen Yuan spread his fingers apart to reveal his eyes.

"No~ want~ah~save~life~ah~~"

Zhou Jianan rushed forward and took a bite.

……

"When you become a great artist in the future, will you also be like this, with a big beard and a cool big braid like your teacher?"

Wen Yuan's hair that had just been blown dry was fluffy and light, blocking his sight, he stretched out his hand and stroked it: "Will I become a great artist?"

"Will do."

Wen Yuan: "Then one must be kept."

Zhou Jianan: "That's really cool."

"Thanks, good night."

Zhou Jianan turned off the desk lamp, and kissed Wen Yuan on the forehead.

"I love you, good night."

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The author has something to say:

This is the end of the text here, my dears, see the babies here~

This book is not well written 555, and the style is different from the previous two books, and it is off topic, but it is still a small attempt~

The next one must be better! (make a fist

In the next chapter, I will write a side story about the two of them in high school, and the full text will end, I love you~