Rain alley

Zhou Yin came out after taking a shower, and saw Zhong Mu moving a rocking chair and laying in the yard with Erlang's legs crossed, shaking a cattail fan. At this time, the rain had already heard, the sun was about to set, and the last afterglow was left on his face On the bed, with Zhong Mu's face reflected, he said slowly, "Mr. Zhou, will you lie down together?"

Zhou Yin said, "Don't lie down, I'll go for a walk."

"Wait, wait, I'm with you."

Zhong Mu immediately jumped up from the rocking chair, and followed Zhou Yin out of the door. The two of them left the alley and walked on the small road paved with bluestone slabs. How far there is a bridge.

Zhong Mu waved his cattail fan and followed Zhou Yin. The stone road washed by the rain was exceptionally clean, and the crisp breath filled Zhong Mu's senses. He took a deep breath and exhaled it contentedly. Zhong Mu would go up every bridge. Take a look, and then come down and trot to follow Zhou Yin's footsteps, enjoying it forever.

"Zhong Mu, how old are you?"

"Age 24! What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, you look like four years old."

"..." Zhong Mu asked, "How old are you, Mr. Zhou?"

"thirty."

Zhong Mu pretended to be surprised and said exaggeratedly: "What? My God, Mr. Zhou, you are 30 years old! I thought you were only three years old!"

Zhou Yin was amused by his appearance: "What do you do?"

"Painting."

"Oh, it's a pity not to be an actor."

"That's okay, if I stop painting and act, I'm sure I'll win an Oscar!"

Zhou Yin shook his head, ignoring his shamelessness, Zhong Mu asked again: "Mr. Zhou, can I come here often in the future?"

"This town is not mine, so you can come here if you want."

"Then I'll stay at your house again in the future?"

It turned out that I wanted to get this sentence out.

Zhou Yin didn't answer him, so he kept pestering him, sometimes fanning him, sometimes walking around Zhou Yin in circles, his voice was soft and waxy, and his eyes were flowing, Zhou Yin couldn't rub him, so he teased and said: "It's okay, but it's okay. Don't forget to bring money this time."

Zhong Mu elongated his voice: "Do you want money, but someone!" After speaking, one of his feet accidentally tripped over a raised stone, Zhou Yin helped him in time, and said, "Be careful."

"Hey, thank you Mr. Zhou."

As the sun went down, there was only a faint light, the shadows of the two people were drawn long, and some words and phrases drifted in the wind, accompanied by the laughter of Zhong Mu and Zhou Yin.

Mr. Zhong Mu and Mr. Zhou kept talking, and Zhou Yin said doubtfully, "I clearly told you my name."

Zhong Mu tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it's more convenient to call Mr. Zhou, Zhou Yin, Zhou Yin? Zhou Yin—"

Zhou Yin shook his head helplessly.

The two of them went across to the other side and walked around before returning to Jingyuanju. It was already past eight o'clock, Zhou Yin asked, "Are you going to wash first or me first?"

"Go ahead, I'll just wash my face later."

Zhong Mu went back to his room first, turned on the light, took out a pencil and paper, and started to draw, half an hour later Zhou Yin knocked on the door to signal him to wash it up, Zhong Mu said: "Got it, I'll go later. "

He drew for a while longer, showing the general appearance of Xiqiao Town, and went to the bathroom.

After washing, he passed Zhou Yin's room and saw that the light in the room was off, so he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhou? Are you asleep?"

A voice came from the room: "Not yet, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's okay, good night, Mr. Zhou."

After a while, the room replied: "Good night."

Zhong Mu entered his room, nestled on the small wooden bed, put the painting aside, yawned and fell asleep.

He went to bed early last night, and Zhong Mu woke up at six o'clock the next day for the first time in history. He picked up his phone to check the time and surprised himself. Early to bed and early to rise is good!

He dressed and got up, stretched himself at the door, and shouted: "Mr. Zhou—"

"kitchen."

Zhong Mu hurried to the kitchen, leaned on the window, watched Zhou Yin fry a beautiful egg and put it on a plate, Zhou Yin looked at him: "Are you awake?"

"Ah."

"Go wash your face."

"Ok."

Zhong Mu went to the bathroom refreshed, and found that the new toothbrush had been placed on the sink, feeling a little happy in his heart.

Zhong Mu came out and shouted: "Zhou—" Before he finished shouting, Zhou Yin said: "The main hall."

Zhong Mu came to the main hall with a smile, and took the bowl and chopsticks from Zhou Yin.

"Why do you have to ask me where I am every time?"

Zhong Mu took a bite of a fried egg, the saltiness was just right, and said, "I'll know as soon as you answer, so you don't need to bother looking for it."

"...There are only a few rooms in total." You didn't even bother to look for it.

"I'm not lazy." Zhong Mu said hilariously, "Mr. Zhou, did you build this house yourself?"

"It was passed down from the ancestors."

"What about the name Jingyuanju?"

"I took it."

"Mr. Zhou, I always feel that you are not real."

"You are still eating the food I cooked."

"...You live like an ancient man, Mr. Zhou, tell me secretly, did you come here?" Zhong Mu leaned towards Zhou Yin, covered his mouth and asked in a low voice.

Zhou Yin tapped his head with chopsticks, pointed to the TV, Zhong Mu let out an "ah" and went back to look at the TV. It will be seven o'clock in the morning, and the hostess broadcast the morning news in standard Mandarin: " We must unremittingly adhere to the socialist road and practice the socialist core values..."

Zhong Mu: ... Mr. Zhou, you are a bit naughty.

After breakfast, Zhong Mu packed up like a dog and ran to wash the dishes. When he came out, he didn't see Zhou Yin, and shouted again: "Zhou——"

"study."

Zhong Mu stood outside the door and asked softly, "Can I go in?"

"can."

Zhong Mu pushed open the door, and a bookish air rushed towards his face. Zhou Yin stood in front of the desk, writing.

Zhou Yin looked up and said, "Come in, you can look around, there are paper and pens on that table, you can draw there, but don't make noise."

"Okay." Zhong Mu nodded obediently.

Zhou Yin ignored him, took out a piece of rice paper, took a brush from the pen stand, and polished the ink, and the soft sound came out, which made him feel very relieved.

Zhou Yin dipped the pen tip in the ink, and raised his hand to write on the paper. Zhong Mu looked at him. Zhou Yin's back was straight, his arms were firm and powerful, his wrists rose and fell, and his fingers holding the pen were slender. Divided bookish, but also appears more abstinence.

Zhong Mu was not noisy, he looked at this study room, there was a big bookshelf behind Zhou Yin, filled with books, and there were many words written by Zhou Yin hanging on the surrounding walls, vigorous and elegant, staying in this world, Zhong Mu gradually calmed down.

He came to this table, picked up a pencil and traced lines on the paper, and drew a picture, but he still couldn't draw a feeling. Just when he was about to lose his temper and tear it up, he looked up and saw Zhou Yin holding a brush on the paper. Let's go, quiet down for no reason, and put the piece of waste paper aside.

Zhong Mu didn't continue to draw his works, but drew Zhou Yin, from the outline of his face to his delicate facial features, neck, Adam's apple, collarbone, and his chest hidden under the clothes.Zhong Mu painted very smoothly, as if Zhou Yin was born as a model for him, he painted very seriously and carefully.

The study was very quiet, only the sound of the brush rubbing on the rice paper, and the rustling of the pencil rubbing on the drawing paper.

The sun outside had risen to the middle of the sky, but the people in the room hadn't noticed it yet. Zhong Mu painted Zhou Yin's hair black, and stopped the painting at the last step. Looking at the Zhou Yin he had drawn, his heart beat a little faster.

Zhou Yin stopped writing and put it on the inkstone, picked up the paper and blew on it, then put it aside and looked at Zhong Mu.Zhong Mu picked up the painting and walked towards Zhou Yin, showed it to him, tilted his head and said with a smile, "Is it pretty?"

"Why are you painting me?"

"Because you look good."

"........."

"It's really pretty." Zhong Mu really felt that drawing Zhou Yin was easy.

"Thank you, the painting is very similar." Zhou Yin looked at his eyes begging for praise, and said something.

The drawing is indeed very good. A simple sketch is like Zhou Yin coming to life in the painting. Zhong Mu's lines are very thin, which shows that the drawing is very serious.Calligraphy and painting actually have something in common. Zhou Yin can see that Zhong Mu puts effort when it should, and light when it should be light. He uses the depth properly, and even the feeling of light can be drawn clearly.

"How about you, Mr. Zhou, what did you write all morning?"

Zhou Yin took out the set of words on the right hand and handed it to Zhong Mu. It was "Preface to the Collection of Lanting" written in block letters.

Zhou Yin's words needn't be said, Zhong Mu said: "Can you give it to me, one day I will be down and out, so I can sell it for money."

Zhou Yin was amused by him: "Of course, you can take it if you like, but I can't guarantee how much it will sell for."

"Then I'll give you this painting too, and we'll reciprocate."

Zhou Yin and Zhong Mu left the study, it was already noon, Zhou Yin walked into the kitchen to cook, and Zhong Mu also followed.

"I'm here to help!"

"Need not."

"Mr. Zhou gave me such an expensive letter. If I don't even let me wash the dishes, I'm afraid I will have to agree with him."

Zhou Yin said with a smile: "Then you help me wash and chop the vegetables, and I will fry them."

"Ok."

The two were busy in the kitchen.

"Mr. Zhou, how do you cut carrots?"

"cut to shreds."

"Mr. Zhou, this meat is always slippery!!"

Zhou Yin looked at him with a smile and said sadly, "Place your hands on the chopping board and cut carefully."

After half an hour of hard work, a meal cooked under Zhong Mu's troubles was finally served.

In fact, it’s okay, but the shredded carrots of the fish-flavored pork are a bit thick, the beef of the stir-fried beef is a bit big, and the two halves of the fish head in the fish head soup are not the same size. Fortunately, Zhou Yin is good at cooking, and it doesn’t matter what he cuts It tasted delicious, but Zhong Mu felt that he had helped a lot, and the meal was extraordinarily delicious.

During this period, Zhong Mu looked at Zhou Yin intentionally or unintentionally. Zhou Yin had been eating slowly, exuding a refined temperament. Zhong Mu had never seen such an indifferent person, as if nothing could catch his eyes. Living in peace in his own world.

Zhong Mu thought, who can move Mr. Zhou?