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In the eyes, Sun Yin pulled up half of the scarf to cover his mouth, pretending to be mysterious.The second after the photo was taken, she smiled happily at Lin Zhao who was behind the camera, and Lin Zhao felt his heart fluttering again.So she completely forgot to pay attention to the wechat sent to her by Cheng Heng on her mobile phone.

She is also happy at this moment.I haven't been this happy for a long time.Now she doesn't mind Cheng Heng coming to share her and Wei Yang's happiness.

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"Dream Companion", originally sung by Anita Mui and covered by Shuyi Kwan, I like Shuyi Kwan's version.

I Miss You (1)

Cheng Heng is in a particularly good mood today.Because Wei Yang's little aunt told a lot of funny jokes, and the little aunt was not much older than them.So even when the desktop was a bit messy when it was tidying up, she didn't feel disgusted.She is not the kind of person who is disgusted by messy cups and plates. How can a family dinner be neat at home?Wasn't her own studio deep in the hallway also messy when she was working?Especially after she started stone carving and wood carving together with installation art.When the house was first built, she deliberately asked people to add soundproof walls and doors to her studio. After all, even though Wei Yang said she didn't mind, she did.I don't want to quarrel with her.She buried her head in there every day typing on the keyboard and writing quickly, playing her favorite music. The atmosphere was so good. What if she heard the clang of the chainsaw and hammer on her side?

Wei Yang keeps saying it's okay, she thinks it does, they are the kind of couple who worry about each other.Thinking of this, I glanced back at Wei Yang who was tidying up in the kitchen. The term "couple" may be outdated. They have been married for three years and have lived together for five years. They really feel like an old married couple.

She tidied up the tabletop, wiped it carefully with a rag, and called "Baby" softly. Wei Yang immediately turned around and came out with an apron on, and put away the tabletop with her. The long dining table that can accommodate ten people is now again. It is a simple and elegant dining table for four.The two moved in tacit agreement, and the more Cheng Heng thought about it, the more cute he felt, with a smile on his face.Wei Yang went in without knowing it, and looked at her curiously.

"Is there any garbage?" "Not a lot, take a walk to empty it later?" "Farewell, I'll go now, you are tired today, so I won't go for a walk." "Okay."

Wei Yang turned around and went back to the kitchen to clean up. When Cheng Heng came back after throwing out the garbage, he knew that she drank water like a water tank. He went to carry the kettle on a daily basis and found that there was not much water in it, so he boiled a pot immediately.Standing at the bar, I remembered the two wine bottles just now.Today, the whole family had a meal, and there was no major festival. They just drank a little casually. She didn't feel much when she drank it herself. It is expected that Wei Yang, who has a lot of food, didn't enjoy himself to his heart's content. "Would you like a drink?" "Huh? You didn't have a good time at night?" "I know you didn't have a good time. If you want to have a good time, I will accompany you."

There was a short laugh from the other end, the kind of Wei Yang's snicker she was familiar with, "Okay, pour me." "What to drink?" "I'll drink whatever you pour." Cheng Heng's hand was stretched When she came near the carved rice wine jar, a different thought arose in her heart. She didn't plan to let Wei Yang work at night. She took soda and mint from the refrigerator, and made a glass of Mojito very seriously.

When she first met Wei Yang, she was in an art salon.At that time, she was making a marble sculpture, which was very difficult, and she was in a bad mood for various reasons.If the owner of the salon was not a good friend and strongly invited her, she would not want to go at all.My friend said you are here to relax, what should I do if a big beauty forces me to suffer from social phobia.So she went.Met Wei Yang there.

Cheng Heng's appearance at work is completely different from his appearance in social situations.She is tall and beautiful by nature, her eyes are big enough to be envied by others, she smiles like peach blossom eyes, she is dignified and elegant when she doesn't smile, and when she puts on an evening dress, she will naturally become the kind of queen who doesn't look like a stranger and dominates others.Let’s introduce again, he is a sculptor.A stereotype of doing manual labor and holding an awl and chisel all day came to mind. Some of them struck up a conversation with her out of curiosity, and some walked away out of respect.She thought no one else was wrong. When she was working, she often wore a white T-shirt and denim overalls, just a ponytail.Gradually, she began to feel that she was not alone in social situations and in the studio. Such differences and alienation made her very unhappy, and she hated socializing.

As a result, she met Wei Yang that day, and she patronized chatting with Wei Yang.Wei Yang seemed to have the ability to make her relax naturally.At that time, the owner introduced that this was Wei Yang.She said Wei Yang?Wei Yang who wrote that so-and-so and so-and-so?Wei Yang said yes, it was me.She heard that her voice was neither high nor low, gentle and peaceful, without any emotional ups and downs, neither seeming to be too distant nor too intimate.She took a closer look at Wei Yang, she herself was wearing an OL suit—a bit like an elite white-collar worker who skipped work—and Wei Yang naturally wore a featureless gray shirt and blue jeans.She even felt that she was dressed too formally as if she was here to visit, and the keynote speaker of this salon was clearly this ridiculously popular writer with relaxed clothes.

"Hello, I'm Wei Yang." Then she stretched out her hand to herself, with a small black Buddhist bead in it.Later Wei Yang asked her why she was wearing that kind of clothes? "It's like I just got off work from a company in a place like Lujiazui." "Forget it, I probably felt irritable, so I just wore one casually with a broken can." Wei Yang said immediately, "You are now You can't break it, but you have to look like it!" She was already doing installation art at that time.Hearing this, she smiled and hammered Wei Yang, "I know how those long and witty sentences in your article came about! You said that you wrote those sentences, which were long, and you were tired and anxious to read them, in order to see what happened later. I have to bear with the reading of the meme you laid out. I always end up with a wisecrack like yours! I hate it! You hate it!"

Which morning was that when we woke up together?She forgot.In the salon that day, she and Wei Yang chatted over cups of refreshing but not intoxicating mojitos. First, Wei Yang asked her how she usually works. Love and hate, Wei Yang also let her talk; when she felt thirsty, she drank and threw the topic back to Wei Yang, asking her how to work and what was going on with writing.

She said that writing is a very lonely labor. "One person plans, one person moves forward, and one person overcomes difficulties when encountering difficulties." She said, while gently swirling the wine glass, "It's probably a bit like cooking for yourself when you live alone. But cook happily." " Oh? You can cook?" "Yes, I like cooking very much. Cooking is very relaxing." "You sit in the study and write for so long, and you still have time to cook?" "Cooking happens to be Reasons to force yourself to stand up and get active!" "Then what will you do?" "I can do a lot! As long as the dishes are not too delicate and have special techniques, I am willing to look at the recipe and try it. ""Try it and then what?""It may fail the first time, but it will succeed once or twice."

Cheng Heng unknowingly bent his body, put his elbows on his knees and propped his chin, talking to Wei Yang in a relaxed manner. "Since I know how to cook, have you considered writing a gourmet book?" "A gourmet book can only be written by a gourmet. I just like to eat and love to cook. Wait ten or eight years." It's almost too soon Eight years later, she asked Wei Yang if he had any related plans, and Wei Yang said no, because writing now is to follow the trend, "Following the trend is even more annoying. Besides, I will do it for you. I don't have anything else to ask for."

She never thought that she would go to a salon and chat with a popular writer about life trivia and creative experience - most of the life trivial matters are eating, and most of the creative experience is annoying - before that, she also read Wei Yang's hit Virgo "question".Although she doesn't understand all kinds of entanglement theories in literary creation and analysis, she likes some plots in "Questions", which are all reasonable and unexpected: it seems that Wei Yang has ambushed the thread before 100 pages, and you can follow the development of the plot I thought it would be like this, but I still don't want to believe it. "It's hard for you to write like that." Wei Yang laughed, "I think about the characters first, what they will look like, and then I think about what the story wants to be like, and then I think about the ending. Once the ending appears in my mind, it is very special. Clear, so on the way to write, you can only build bridges and pave roads to reach the ending." "So this miserable ending, was you thinking about it early in the morning?" Wei Yang nodded, "Yes, not a single word is bad, but also I wrote the beginning and ending before I started." "How did you come up with the idea to write this? Did you get inspiration from abstraction?" "What about you?" "I always go to see, to see a person, thing, and flesh and blood on the surface Look at the skeleton again, then extract the abstract things contained in it, and then transform it into reality. Sometimes I only think that two real things are the same, but others think, how can this be so." Wei Yang laughed: "The artist That’s how it should be. Express what you see in your own way and in your own words, looking for resonance, but not broad understanding.”

Wei Yang asked her about when there would be an exhibition, whether it was personal or not, and she wanted to see it.It’s hard for Cheng Heng to say that you haven’t seen my work, maybe someone else has, but they don’t know it’s my own—it may be an early clumsy work, and I really don’t want to admit it’s my work.She said about when she participated in an exhibition, and another one will be exhibited together in a friend's art exhibition.Wei Yang said that I will go to that art exhibition!Definitely going! "arrive