I am the apex of the bamboo horse

The place Wu Zhuma brought Li Chunshou to was not sparsely populated, but at least it was much better than the bustling crowd in the city center.

People come and go on this road, but there is a distance between people, which makes Li Chunshou feel a little better.

"Where are you taking me?" Li Chunshou asked, tugging at Wu Zhuma's sleeve.

Wu Zhuma took Li Chunshou's hand from the sleeve and held it in his palm. His thumb rubbed the back of Li Chunshou's hand slightly, leaving a trace of peace of mind for Li Chunshou.

"This is the art street, I will take you for a walk, and I will take you to the museum tomorrow." Wu Zhuma's tone was unhurried, and Li Chunshou, who got the answer, had the energy to look around.

There is indeed an art street in City S. This street is not distributed in a straight line, but has bifurcated intersections and then converges in a unified way.On both sides of each forked road, there are various art exhibitions, and there are often some sculptures outside the door. What is even more commendable is that some of the sculptures here are composed of real-life performance art.

It used to be closed at night, but because the art street has been engaged in activities for the past two months, they turned on the neon lights that belong to the art street at night, with upper and lower case letters, and patterns and texts created by various artists , all have their flavors.

Li Chunshou has been staying at home, and rarely feels such a strong artistic atmosphere. Now his life is invaded by firewood, rice, oil and salt. The only light in his daily life is the code words and the time to play with Wu Zhuma. He did not go out to play. In the past few years, I really missed a lot of things.

"Go in and have a look?" Wu Zhuma saw Li Chunshou staring at a gallery, so she took his hand and asked softly.

"Okay." Li Chunshou nodded, then took out his phone, "I want to shoot a Vlog!"

"Yes." Wu Zhuma agreed with a slightly raised mouth.

A few years ago, Wu Zhuma had invited Li Chunshou, but at that time Li Chunshou didn't accept his plan to go out at all, and just wanted to stay at home. If he was forced, Li Chunshou would be like at the airport. Usually cold sweats, goose bumps, weak legs, and even fever in severe cases.

If it hadn't happened to Li Chunshou, Wu Zhuma couldn't have imagined that there would really be people in this world whose social barriers affect their physiological mechanisms.

Whenever she thinks of this, Wu Zhuma feels very guilty towards Li Chunshou.

If it weren't for his evasive thinking during college, Li Chunshou would not have left his sight, made bad friends, and would not have these psychological barriers erupted because of being bullied.

Li Chunshou also wants to save himself, and he is also working hard to restore himself to his original appearance. This year, he wants to become an Internet celebrity, which is probably an opportunity.

For Wu Zhuma, it was another opportunity.Holding Li Chunshou's hand, Wu Zhuma felt warm in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to stare at Li Chunshou.

There was a bright light in Li Chunshou's eyes, and his nose was red because he hadn't adjusted to being outside with people, but overall he was in a good state of mind.

Occasionally, Wu Zhuma wonders why there are people in this world who combine strength and fragility so well like Li Chunshou.

"Bamboo, the person who painted this painting is simply a genius." Li Chunshou pulled Wu Zhuma's hand, and then pointed to a painting on the ground in the gallery.

Wu Zhuma looked over and really couldn't understand where the genius of this painting is, but Li Chunshou was very happy, so he tilted his head and said to the staff in the gallery: "Excuse me, this painting is for sale. ?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Wu Zhuma let go and took Li Chunshou to pay the bill.

Li Chunshou looked at the bill blankly, and asked Wu Zhuma: "Is there really no extra zero?"

Although this painting on the ground is very exciting in the eyes of Li Chunshou, but it sells for [-]? ?The kind of picture frame that counts extra money!

Money can't be squandered like this!Li Chunshou stared at Wu Zhuma speechlessly.

The paintings in the gallery on this art street in S City cannot be bargained. Buy them if you want to buy them, and they don’t worry if you don’t buy them. After all, these are consigned by artists in the gallery. Coupled with the particularity of art, bargaining seems to be It's something that doesn't happen here.

It's one thing to know how to appreciate it, but Wu Zhuma obviously doesn't understand the meaning. Just because of his compliment, Wu Zhuma bought it quickly. This chic action instantly made the usual buyer Li Chunshou, who rarely buys more than four figures, is dizzy.

He was right to make Wu Zhuma bleed profusely, but the first stab was a bit deep, right? ?

Li Chunshou was in pain, but Wu Zhuma was as calm as if she had bought a painting for ten yuan.

The gap between the rich and the poor, this is the gap between the rich and the poor.Li Chunshou thought angrily.

The packing staff at the side suppressed a smile. Except for the necessary response from the beginning to the end, he was quietly checking out and packing at other times. Now he took out the picture frame that Wu Zhuma quickly picked out to install the picture. He saw it unexpectedly The guest's boyfriend was surprised, as if talking about the guest's prodigal.

It was the boyfriend who said the painting was beautiful just now, and the customer didn't hesitate to let him pay the bill.It can be said that he saw the scene of showing affection.

"Guest, this is your painting."

Wu Zhuma pinched Li Chunshou's face, and then said to the staff: "Put it here with you first, and someone will come and get it later."

"Okay, guest."

The staff carefully kept the painting worth 10 yuan, and after Wu Zhuma left with Li Chunshou, he called the artist who painted the painting.

"Mr. Yan, the "Emotional World" you left here has been sold."

"Not yet. The painting is still there. They said that someone will come to pick it up later."

"Okay, Mr. Yan."

After hanging up the phone, the staff looked at Li Chunshou and Wu Zhuma who were still talking outside, and suddenly sighed in their hearts: "They are so good-looking these days that they are playing together."

As for the fact that the pair were gay just now, the people in Art Street didn't think much about it at all.In ordinary life, homosexuality is indeed a minority, and holding hands may attract the attention of people around, but here in Art Street, what attracts their attention is not the issue of homosexuality holding hands on the road openly, but the two people holding hands. The person looks too good-looking.

"I didn't say anything to save face in front of that clerk just now, but you can't spend so impulsively!" Li Chunshou hammered Wu Zhuma's arm, "10 yuan! It's up to me to pay It took more than a year to earn money back, but you spent it in the blink of an eye!!"

"That painting, don't you like it?" Wu Zhuma looked down at Li Chunshou who was beating her with a small powder fist. Li Chunshou looked at the force, but in fact the force was just a light bump. Wu Zhuma Ma was in pain, but she was hit by Li Chunshou's fist and wanted to press Li Chunshou against the wall for a kiss.

"Like is like..."

"Then it will be done." Wu Zhuma rubbed Li Chunshou's head with the other hand that was not holding Li Chunshou, and said softly: "Your favorite, worth [-] is still cheap."

Li Chunshou was stunned for a moment, and then blushed in disbelief, and even became angry from embarrassment: "Zhuzi, you are being taken advantage of!"

"I'm not being taken advantage of, I'm your slave boy."

"...Slave or something wants tomorrow..."