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"You're here!" Sam's words were like a stone falling into the lake, breaking the stunned and stiff state of those people.He was also a little aware that everyone was wrong, and asked, "Xue Song, do you know each other?"

"No, I don't know you." Zhou Weiying answered first, "Is he your friend?"

"Well, his name is Jiang Xuesong." Sam said, "My college classmate."

Jiang Xuesong said: "Well, I came to see him for dinner today, didn't I disturb your work?"

"No." Fang Huan, who was standing at the farthest distance, came over, stared at Jiang Xuesong and asked, "So your name is Xuesong? But you don't smell like cedar." He approached Jiang Xuesong and smelled it, "Why? Orange flavor?"

Jiang Xuesong smiled and said, "Because I peeled an orange before going out."

Sam wondered: "So you know each other?"

Fang Huan felt that Zhou Weiying was looking at him, that kind of eyes seemed to be warning, so he had better think clearly before speaking.In fact, Fang Huan's actions just now have already explained everything. He didn't remember clearly what happened at the bar that day. If Jiang Xuesong hadn't appeared in front of him like this, maybe he wouldn't be able to recall those episodes anyway.

But human memory is like a miscellaneous thing in a drawer. As long as there is a key, it is a matter of course to open it.Jiang Xuesong's appearance is very recognizable. He is tall and handsome, but not too aggressive, with a gentle and romantic temperament. Such a person is easy to be remembered.Fang Huan remembered it when he heard him talking to Zhou Weiying. After all, he had such close contact. Even if his brain didn't realize it, the skin and pores seemed to remind him who this man was.

"I know you." Fang Huan said without hesitation, "But last time we had a quick farewell and didn't talk a few words. This time it was a coincidence." He smiled and looked at Jiang Xuesong, "Aren't we destined for each other?"

Jiang Xuesong nodded.

"That's good." Sam said, "Cedar brought something to drink, let's take a break and drink something. Cedar is a very good designer, come and show us the film."

Jiang Xuesong said modestly, "Don't dare."

Sam's assistant distributed coffee to everyone, and when it was delivered to Zhou Weiying, Zhou Weiying said that he didn't drink coffee.He was holding a glass of water in his hand, only a few steps away from the three chatterers. Originally, he was extremely transparent under the ignorance of Fang Huan and Sam, but now that another Jiang Xuesong came, he seemed even more redundant .

Why is there such a coincidence in this world?Fang Huan's P date in the bar can be met in the workplace, why is this?Why didn't he put Jiang Xuesong's head in the toilet?And Sam said he is a designer, shouldn't designers be as motherly as Fang Huan?

The problems in Zhou Weiying's mind can almost compile a book with a hundred thousand whys, but this can't solve the dissatisfaction and depression in his heart at the moment.Because the pictures he saw after opening the door that day seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and he couldn't accept those things, which made him embarrassed and overwhelmed.

Likewise, make him angry.

He doesn't like things getting out of his control. If Fang Huan dares to do something unclear with that Jiang Xuesong, he will make them look good.

Maybe it was because the resentment was too strong, Fang Huan felt that he was always shrouded in a certain gloomy atmosphere.So much so that Jiang Xuesong invited him to have dinner with him after work was over, but he didn't agree. He just left each other's contact information and obediently went home with Zhou Weiying.

He knew that Zhou Weiying was very unhappy, and vaguely guessed some reasons.He was a bit naughty and chuckled like a child after successfully playing a bad trick, but he asked Zhou Weiying sweetly: "Uncle Zhou, are you feeling unwell today? You haven't looked very good all day, what's wrong?" ?”

"It's okay." Zhou Weiying replied indifferently.

"Actually...you know Jiang Xuesong, right?" Fang Huan asked boldly, "He looks very recognizable, right? I saw him as soon as I turned around on the dance floor."

Zhou Weiying said, "You're quite faceless, aren't you?"

"No, I'm just talking casually. In my opinion, Uncle Zhou is the most handsome." Fang Huan said, "Do you have dinner tonight? You won't let me have dinner with them. I have nothing to eat at night."

Zhou Weiying said: "I didn't stop you from going." The conscience of heaven and earth, he sat there without saying a word.

"Okay then." Fang Huan said helplessly, "I don't want to go." He thought Zhou Weiying's sulking look was a bit cute, especially because of Jiang Xuesong's matter, that kind of subtle emotion seemed to be particularly pleasing Fang Huan, Fang Huan was very happy in his heart, and he was more willing to play the kind of coquettish coaxing Zhou Weiying. "Then you go to my house for dinner tonight. I have something delicious in the refrigerator. Can I make it for you?" He spoke in a small voice, sincere and sweet, "Today I made uncle unhappy, and I will give it to uncle. Is it okay to apologize?"

"...No need." Zhou Weiying refused.

"Isn't it even allowed to cook for you?" Fang Huan said awkwardly, "Could it be that in your heart, you want to make people... make people apologize... If uncle wants it, it's not impossible."

Zhou Weiying went crazy: "Fang Huan, are you going to die or not?"

Fang Huan's house is very big, so every time he goes home, he has to turn on the TV. Whether he is watching it or not, he always has a voice to accompany him.

Today, besides the TV, Zhou Weiying is with me.Regardless of how shameless words he used to provoke Zhou Weiying, Zhou Weiying went home with him anyway.

Neighbors across the door, there must be some walking around.

In fact, Fang Huan's house didn't have much stock. He tossed and tumbled for a long time, and showed his skills in the kitchen. The battle was very big, and finally he cooked two bowls of Chongqing noodles.

"Do you want spicy food?" Fang Huan came out with two bowls of noodles. "The chili peppers sent from Chongqing are very authentic. Would you like to try them?"

Zhou Weiying didn't have any taboos about eating. He smelled the aroma of chili from a long distance away. He walked to the dining table and asked, "Did your family send it to you?"

"No." Fang Huan said, "I bought it online." He felt hungry when he was cooking, and regardless of chatting with Zhou Weiying, he hurriedly picked noodles with chopsticks and put them into his mouth.He added extra chili to his own portion, and he ate it in a hurry, the spicy taste hit his throat, choking him to cough.Zhou Weiying quickly poured him a glass of water and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to eat?"

Fang Huan choked with tears, and managed to let it go.He picked up the chopsticks again, picked less noodles this time, and ate more slowly.

"Delicious." He said, "I haven't eaten in a long time."

Zhou Weiying also tasted it. The noodles soaked in chili and seasoning are very fragrant. They are not at all the same as the Chongqing noodles he ate in restaurants in Beijing, and in fact they are not the same as the ones he ate locally in Chongqing.But he understands where this difference comes from, just like the fried noodles that Beijingers often eat. It is often said that the best fried noodles are never in restaurants, but in Beijingers’ homes, every bowl of noodles is delicious. There are different tastes, but as long as it is mentioned, it is the taste of home.

"Have you not been home for a long time?" Zhou Weiying asked, "How often do you usually go back?"

"It's been a long time." Fang Huan said while eating, "I left Chongqing when I was in middle school, and I haven't even returned to China after studying abroad, until now."

Zhou Weiying glanced at Fang Huan. A person who does not go home all year round must have a story. Although he hopes that Fang Huan will not have too many unknowns with him, but about the family, that is something he is inconvenient to inquire about.But this topic ended abruptly and seemed abrupt, so he could only smooth things over by himself and said: "I haven't been home for a long time. Although my family is in Beijing, I don't have time. It takes two to three months or even longer to go back to my parents." There once."

"Uncle is so heartless." Fang Huan said, "Why, after the divorce, I was beaten and retaliated by my parents and dare not go home?"

Zhou Weiying shook his head: "No, they didn't say anything."

Fang Huan didn't ask any more questions, he seemed to realize the same thing as Zhou Weiying, and then remained silent.He lowered his head to eat, and the bowl of noodles was almost bottomed out. He picked up the bowl and snorted all the ingredients left at the bottom of the bowl into his mouth, not even a chili seed left.

Obviously, this does not conform to the setting of "Fairy". How can a fairy eat the bottom of a bowl?

But Zhou Weiying felt Fang Huan's fireworks for the first time.

"Is it delicious?" Fang Huan asked Zhou Weiying.

Zhou Weiying nodded.

Fang Huan opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, he couldn't bear to break the comfortable atmosphere.Just now, the words about "past" had almost squeezed his teeth, but he restrained himself.He vaguely felt that this was not something he should tell Zhou Weiying, as it would affect their relationship.He doesn't want to get closer to people like Zhou Weiying, because Zhou Weiying will inevitably laugh at him for being sentimental, why he said those unpleasant things.

If the ending is inevitable, then he doesn't want to play the poor clown.Even though he was walking in the ice and snow, he yearned for the warm light in his heart.He can only light the match in his own hand, instead of praying for someone else's candle.

In the end, he only said: "Do you still want to eat? There is still in the pot, let's not waste food, there is enough food for each of us."

"..." Zhou Weiying asked, "Why are you doing so much?"

"I don't know." Fang Huan explained, "I'm always afraid of not enough. I don't have to eat by myself, but if there are more people, I will worry about not enough."

"..."

As a result, the two of them ate too much and neither of them wanted to move. Zhou Weiying felt that he might have indigestion tonight. After a while, he would go downstairs for a walk. Fang Huan wanted to go downstairs with him for the first time.

The community was very big and there was no one there. The two of them walked around the community, but no one could find anything to talk about. In the end, Fang Huan couldn't help asking, "Why don't you talk to me?"

"What did I tell you?" Zhou Weiying said, "Aren't you afraid of the cool breeze?"

"It's okay." Fang Huan said, "I'm young!"

Zhou Weiying didn't bother to talk to him.

Fang Huan clamored to go back after leaving for a while, Zhou Weiying also felt a little cold, and went upstairs with Fang Huan.The two were about to part ways upstairs, Zhou Weiying opened the door of his house, stopped turning the doorknob, turned his head and called Fang Huan.

"What's wrong?" Fang Huan also turned around.

Zhou Weiying asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me today?"

Fang Huan said, "No." He couldn't understand what Zhou Weiying was saying.

"Then I have something to tell you." Zhou Weiying said, "Let me tell you that I haven't been home for a long time. It's not because I have any irreconcilable family conflicts. My family is very ordinary. It's just that For me, home is not a safe haven, but a stressful existence, especially after my divorce."

Fang Huan looked at Zhou Weiying under the dim light in the corridor, the two fell silent, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor dimmed.

They fell into darkness.

"In this day and age, everyone is very tired and there are things that they don't want to face. It's nothing." Zhou Weiying's voice became deeper in the darkness. With a bang, the lights in the corridor were lit.

The light shone above Fang Huan's head, but Zhou Weiying was no longer in the corridor.

Fang Huan's interview was quickly published, and new media materials were gradually released in conjunction with the publication of the paper magazine.In the video, there are behind-the-scenes footage of the shooting. Fang Huan propped up the table with one hand, leaning forward to the makeup mirror to apply lipstick to himself. The appearance is very moving, and instantly attracted the attention of the public.

The photos taken by Fang Huan are contrary to Fang Huan's normal style. He didn't do any exaggerated and coquettish looks, but he was lazy, clean and warm.

Zhou Weiying commented: This time she is a woman from a good family.

In the interview, we talked about Zhang Lei's Maple Leaf makeup. Fang Huan said frankly that it was an accident for him. Fortunately, he usually has a good understanding of makeup and products, so he didn't waste everyone's efforts for no reason.

He seemed to be very calm, and he didn't pay any special attention to the feat of almost saving Zhang Lei from the quagmire of the car accident queen, as if things should happen naturally, more casual than eating and drinking.

When it comes to make-up, Fang Huan's desire to express is more vigorous, but his attitude is very serious.He was once lost in the colorful colors and blindly believed in some conventional rules and products, but with his understanding of make-up and the improvement of technology, he gradually found his own direction.

He doesn't like expensive animal hair brushes, even if the price means nothing to him.He hates to take care of delicate animal hair, but prefers fiber hair that is more elastic, tough and easy to handle.He can draw eye makeup very well with his fingers, and often only two eye shadow brushes appear in the video, but he creates a variety of beautiful eye makeup.His cosmetics can switch roles at will, and his tools have no boundaries between each other.Because these are just icing on the cake, what really determines the outcome is the inner desire.

The interviewer asked him what makeup means to him.

Fang Huan answered the question directly without thinking.

For him, make-up is an art of self-expression, and art should not be limited by anything. If someone tells you that one plus one equals two, you must do one plus one equals two.Lipstick can paint the whole face, contouring can paint the whole face, highlights can also paint the whole face... The core of art is creativity and freedom.

The interviewer asked him again, besides the desire for "beauty", what is the biggest driving force that drives him forward.

Fang Huan was blunt: loneliness and pain.