The sweetness of milk is not as sweet as yours

Chapter31

The message was sent at eight o'clock last night, and Chu Xun saw that it was almost six o'clock in the morning.

It wasn't very bright yet, Chu Xun couldn't sleep and had a splitting headache.Since he divorced Grace, he hasn't had a good night's sleep, and after returning to China, he almost suffers from insomnia every night.I went to Weibo and looked through the comments, and after reading only two, I quit.

Sitting there until dawn, the person in charge of the art museum called and asked him when he would be there today.

He went back to the afternoon.

The museum closes at [-] o'clock, and the manuscript exhibition is also over. He needs to go over and watch people to put away the manuscripts safely, and then send them back to City X.

But before going out, Chu Xun had a bad feeling.

When they got downstairs, the elevator door opened with a ding, and outside the door, the boy raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

Chu Yu only booked a flight for the second half of the night, and it was already daylight when he arrived in S City, and it was already eight o'clock in the morning when he arrived again.

The moment the brothers' eyes met, Chu Xun thought that Chu Yu was going to beat him up, but Chu Yu just clenched his fists, suppressed his anger for a moment, and stared at him fiercely: "Why did you do this?"

When the two brothers left the hotel, Chu Xun asked him, "Have you had breakfast?"

Chu Yu ignored it, and heard him say: "Let's find a breakfast restaurant to have breakfast first."

Chu Yu's finger joints creaked, Chu Xun's scalp went numb, and he hurriedly added, "Let's talk while eating."

"I'm not in the mood to eat."

Chu Xun sighed inwardly, and asked patiently, "You know everything?"

When there was no response, Chu Xun paused, "Otherwise I'll take you to the manuscript exhibition?"

Chu Yu raised his eyes: "You really have a face."

Chu Xun suppressed the annoyance that surged from the bottom of his heart: "Why do I have no face?"

He didn't say anything else, invited a car, and got in.

After a while, Chu Yu followed.

When we arrived at the Wutong Art Museum, the person in charge came over.

Chu Xun gave a brief introduction: "This is my brother."

Just as the person in charge wanted to laugh, he was frightened back by Chu Yu's face, and asked embarrassingly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Chu Xun walked in, "Go in and have a look."

Qiao Tan's manuscripts are all on letter paper, which can be framed on a shelf and exhibited on one side.Teacher Yuehua has been writing for more than 260 years, and has created five novels, three collections of short stories, and two collections of essays, with a total of [-] million words.Each article has a corresponding manuscript, and the electronic manuscript required for publication is typed into a file by assistant Liu Lingling and sent to the publishing house.

When writing and thinking are flowing like a spring, the manuscripts are clear and smooth, the fonts are elegant, as vast as a pine forest, and there are messy drawings and handwriting, or even large sections of scribbled out, which means that they have fallen into a creative bottleneck.

On display here, in addition to the manuscript, there are also the outline of Qiao Tan's conceived article, biographies and so on.After Qiao Tan's death, Chu Yu treasured the manuscripts in the mahogany box, except for the unfinished "The Sand Bank under the Moon", the rest are here.

The person in charge said behind him: "These days are the National Day Golden Week, and the flow of people is heavy. By the end of yesterday, a total of more than 600 tickets were sold. There is no problem breaking 200 tickets today. Although the profit is not much, it is also an opportunity for the world. It is also a good thing to know the talent of Teacher Yuehua and the way to feel the exquisite writing of Teacher Yuehua. No, the wife of the CEO of Xinhua Media took a fancy to Teacher Yuehua’s unfinished set of Yuexia Shadi and bought it for [-] million yuan. I have read all the manuscripts, I really like Teacher Yuehua's work."

The person in charge didn't know why Chu Yu was unhappy. He was only responsible for the matters in the exhibition, and he would do things when he was paid.

An isolation cordon was drawn in front of the exhibition board, and Chu Yu stood in front of an exhibition manuscript, with his eyes on the lower right corner.

Just as the person in charge was about to ask what was wrong, he glanced at the missing half page in the lower right corner, and said with a chuckle in his heart, "This should have been torn up..."

He was not sure, and his voice was lower: "If it was torn up by a tourist, we will call out the surveillance and find someone who will definitely make him pay for it."

Chu Xun frowned: "Forget it, it's not a real-name system to buy tickets. After so long, people don't know where they are. It's not a big deal if you strengthen management."

He didn't notice Chu Yu's sudden cruel gaze beside him at all.

"Forget it, let's go here."

He turned to leave, but was grabbed by the collar, and was dragged to the middle of the open space just as he was about to turn around. He screamed "Chu Yu" in panic, and was punched hard on the face, staring at him.

The tourists screamed, and the person in charge was also shocked: "Don't fight, don't fight!"

Chu Xun lay on the ground and turned to look at his brother.

Chu Yu's eyes were red with anger, and tears rolled in his eyes, but they didn't fall.

Chu Xun seemed to hear "animal" in a daze, and saw him turn around and leave.

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Chu Yu didn't know where he could go, so he rushed out of the art museum and sat on the railing by the side of the road, his eyes hurting from the strong wind in S city.

He squeezed his fingers, and felt that the punch just now was too light, and he should have beaten Chu Xun so hard that he couldn't even get up.

Chu Yu took out his phone and glanced at it.

There were countless missed calls and SMS and WeChat messages, but because of the mute, there was no movement on the phone along the way.

She swiped her finger on a certain name, but Chu Yu finally didn't press it down. She jumped off the railing, and when she looked up, she was stunned.

Fu Zhengming got off the taxi, paid the fare, and strode towards him. The windbreaker was blown almost to the point of flying.

"Why don't you answer the phone or text?"

Fu Zhengming was almost pissed off by Chu Yu.

Teacher Xu waited for half a night for self-study and did not see Chu Yu come back. The school committee asked for leave for no reason, so he had to call Fu Zhengming.

But Fu Zhengming couldn't get through Chu Yu's phone at all, so he called Teacher Xu again in a hurry, and went to the school to ask Hu Fei for questioning.

Hu Fei was naturally at a loss, but he still gave a brief account of Chu Yu's chat with her.

Others don't know what's going on, but Fu Zhengming knows it very well.

Neither Qiao Guoan nor he knew about the manuscript exhibition, and it was obvious that Chu Yu didn't know anything about it either. It was obvious that Chu Xun arranged everything without telling everyone.

Holding a manuscript exhibition can earn some money. Fu Zhengming checked the situation of the manuscript exhibition on the Internet. While worried about Chu Yu, he was also a little angry because Chu Xun did such a thing.

Fu Zhengming didn't disturb Qiao Guoan, and couldn't get in touch with Chu Yu, so he rushed to the manuscript exhibition to try his luck, to see if he could meet Chu Yu, and if he couldn't, it would be fine if he could meet Chu Xun. No, then contact Qiao Guoan and ask for Chu Xun's phone number.According to Chu Yu's temper, he will definitely come to Chu Xun.

Unexpectedly, before the taxi drove to the entrance of the art museum, he saw Chu Yu who was downcast by the side of the road.

Chu Yu didn't speak, but just lowered his head when he saw him.

Fu Zhengming took the mobile phone in his hand, and seeing that it was silent again, he was almost pissed off by the kid.

"Do you know how anxious Uncle is, he has been looking for you all night without sleep! Chu Yu, you are not young, can you consider the feelings of your family when you do things, don't just answer the phone or reply to the message and play missing... "

"I was wrong."

He was interrupted before he finished his reprimand, and the child spoke with a faint cry.

He raised Chu Yu's face, and saw that his eyelashes were wet, but tears were stubbornly hanging in his eye sockets.

His heart softened suddenly, and without much thought, he raised his hand to clasp the back of his neck and carried him in his arms, protecting him from the raging wind by the sea.

"I'm sorry, uncle shouldn't kill you."

Chu Yu rested his head on his shoulder, and the clothes on Fu Zhengming's shoulders were dyed dark in a moment.

After a while, Fu Zhengming said in a low voice: "What happened, can you tell uncle?"

Chu Yu vaguely felt a little ashamed, but seeing Fu Zhengming appearing suddenly on the street in a different place, it was inevitable that he couldn't control his emotions.

He wiped the corners of his red eyes, and said sullenly, "I want to go back and beat him up again."