Dumb painter giants grudge

Wen Rang hadn't seen Song Li for many years.

The last time we met was when Wen Rang was lying in the ward for several months.

Song Li, Wen Rang's high school classmate and class monitor, is a person who is willing to take care of others. He is superior in all aspects. He was already a leader in the crowd at the age of high school. It is also extraordinary to meet here today. talent.

Wen Rang in his student days was also eye-catching and had many friends, but after the incident, unknowingly, Wen Rang gradually faded out of the sight of others, including Song Li.

It has been a long time since he was a teenager, and when Wen Rang saw Song Li, he felt that he was still so confident.

"Why, you don't recognize me?" Song Li pushed his glasses, got up and came over.

Times have changed, Wen Rang didn't want to meet his old friend, but he still shook his head.

"sit."

Wen Rang put down the manuscript in his hand and sat aside.

"Actually, I didn't expect to meet you like this. When I saw the information, I thought it was a duplicate name. In the end, it's pretty good, and I finally met you." Song Li's voice was full of joy. happy.

Wen Rang didn't change his expression, and didn't know what to express.

"Oh, I work in this company, so it seems that we are destined to meet again, right?" Song Li poured Wen Rang a glass of water, "Actually, I thought, when we meet again, I should say something from the bottom of my heart, but I seem to be happy. It won’t be literary or artistic.”

Wen Rang just smiled and took a sip of tea meaningfully.

"After all, I'm the only one talking. Thinking about it, I'm also to blame." Song Li's tone stretched out, and the previous smile disappeared.

That year, Wen Rang was lying on the hospital bed with a blank expression on his face, while Song Li stood by and repeated a sentence: "I'm sorry, if I hadn't asked you to come and find me, you wouldn't have had any accidents."

Whether Wen Rang ever blamed Song Li, in fact, he didn't know, but the cost of the accident was too high, and it was impossible to turn the situation around, so he no longer had the heart to think about whose responsibility it was.

After all, it was going to rain, the car was going to come, he was going to pass, and what happened in the end was bound to happen.

"I haven't seen you for so many years. How are you, Wen Rang?" Song Li took off his glasses and said slowly.

This sentence is so cliche.

All movies and TV shows like to use one sentence to sublimate the reunion, to hint at the result or to pave the way for feelings.

It's just a former classmate, how could Wen Rang think too much about it.

People who think too much are always the ones who talk.

Wen Rang nodded without looking at him.

"That's good." Song Li put the glasses back on again, "I just returned to China at the beginning of the year. I have been abroad for these years, and I haven't had much contact with my old classmates. They are all unfamiliar, right?"

It is naturally impossible for Wen Rang to engage in nostalgia with the other party, he has never been someone who likes to look back.

"You said, if we hadn't met here today, if I went to look for you, you wouldn't have seen me. After all these years, you have hidden really well. I have never met you when I went to your house several times." Song Li smiled bitterly.

Speechless, Wen Rang didn't want to hear this.

"Forget it, during working hours, let's take care of the work first." Song Li picked up the manuscript that Wen Rang put on the table, and began to look through it.

Just as Wen Rang wanted, he also wanted to get rid of it quickly.

Compared with the words of moaning without illness just now, Song Li worked without any personal emotions. He put forward some opinions and opinions to Wen Rang, hoping to come up with three things.

————————Aren’t there different things?

————— Forget it, just change it.

Wen Rang silently wrote down Song Liti's thoughts and opinions in his mind, and nodded in agreement.

Song Li was indeed professional, and there were new ideas in the areas he asked for improvement. Wen Rang couldn't help but write down his opinions with pen and paper, and the two briefly exchanged three directions.

Half an hour later, the two of them reached an agreement to make major revisions to the design concept and color composition of the three items, and Wen Rang had completed the work to be done today.

After the work was done, he naturally didn't want to stay for an extra minute.

A simple polite sentence on the paper showed that he had gone back, and if he had any problems, he would contact the people in their company again.

"Let's go now." Song Li pinched the paper and asked, "It's been a long time, are you free tonight? Let's have a meal or something. If it's convenient for you, you can do it now."

Sure enough, when we meet again, we must eat, and we must reminisce about the old days.

Wen Rang is not someone who loves romance and extols old feelings, so he refused.

"That's right, you didn't like to go to the previous class gatherings, so..."

Song Li wanted to say that he went to the teacher appreciation banquet enthusiastically, but he stopped. After all, if it wasn't for the appointment to that teacher appreciation banquet, this accident would not have happened.

"Well, when you want to get together, just contact me, I'm free anytime." Song Li took a business card from his desktop and handed it to him.

There is no need to refuse this business card, whether to contact or not is another matter, Wen Rang took the business card.

"I already have your phone number, don't worry, I'm not a boring person." Song Li lowered his head and smiled.

Wen Rang still felt that it was too unfamiliar, even though he brought the unfamiliarity himself.

"I'll take you out."

Wen gave up the building, just wanting to escape back to his studio immediately.

On the way back, he had a question in his mind repeatedly: Is it because he has been away from the crowd for too long, so he always resists everything?

……

"Yes, it's changed to tomorrow night. He agreed. We will go out for a stroll tomorrow, and we will see you the day after tomorrow. What are you anxious about? If he doesn't run away, you have to be mentally prepared and remember what you promised me. How about it? Accept him, you know, you know..."

He Shishen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office and made a long phone call with his parents. After he stabilized the mentality of the other elders, he felt relieved.

"I don't know what Wen Rang is doing..." He Shishen looked at the time, it was only after two o'clock in the afternoon.

Sometimes He Shishen didn't go back at noon, and he didn't quite know what Wen Rang was doing in the afternoon, whether he was in the studio, or went out to attend to his own affairs.

Although he asked Lei Yuan to do a little investigation behind his back, he was relieved after learning that the other party was doing some side jobs, after all, he was really afraid that Zhang Boping would deceive Wen Rang.

He took a photo of his office and sent it to Wen Rang.

Finally, it was sent by WeChat instead of SMS.

After exchanging his acting skills and tears for the other party's initiative last night, He Shishen finally added to the other party's WeChat.

Quite speechless about this matter, Wen Rang even asked him why he didn't add it before.

However, Wen Rang's WeChat account is almost the same as the initial account. The system's WeChat ID number does not have a region or any information.

Coincidentally, He Shishen's nickname is just a word of congratulations, and his profile picture is an all-white picture.

That night he exclaimed: "Have you ever peeked at my WeChat and deliberately changed my nickname and avatar into my template? It's a waste of thought."

However, all of this is naturally He Shishen's conjecture, and Wen Rang is just a formality for the WeChat account, who knows it seems to be such a coincidence.

But He Shishen couldn't help but feel complacent, and lamented that it was the nine-yuan-nine-slipper effect again: the couple's avatar was achieved.

After sending the photos, He Shishen sent another message.

He: The office is so empty, it's as empty as my heart, when will you come to fill my emptiness?

After a while, Wen Rang messaged him back.

Wen: ... so vulgar.

He Shishen couldn't help but smirked at the phone. For some reason, even though he communicated indirectly through text and other media, he could feel that Wen Rang was talking to him, which was very precious.

He: vulgar?

He: Let me put it another way.

He: Then when can I fill your emptiness?

[The author has something to say: I understand the ending]