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He didn't even hear what song Yang Zichen's eldest niece played in the competition, because sitting in the concert hall and checking Weibo, he was extremely distracted and was almost completely attracted by some little bastard.

He has Weibo, but he has never told Yi Xian his account number, so that Yi Xian can only speak from the air if he wants to say anything, and even Aite cannot confess publicly.

However, he still saw the repost, and knew that Yi Xian's words were either in line with the brand promotion, or written for him.

It is impossible to say that there is no feeling, he can imagine Yi Xian's expression when he wrote this sentence, but the distance is too far, and he has no way to verify whether his guess is right.

He clicked on Yi Xian's Weibo again, scrolled down a paragraph, and found that the other party had been updating recently, not frequently, but it was enough to see what Yi Xian was doing recently from Weibo.

I am writing a report in the library today, I am going to the supermarket to buy food for myself tomorrow, I have to take a temporary leave of absence for modeling work the day after tomorrow, and so on, all of which are written down by him, sometimes with photos.The comments are full of fans, some begging him to post selfies and some chatting with him, but Yi Xian almost never replies, Yang Zichen flipped through several posts, only to see that he replied to a food blogger's suggestion on how to fry steak better .

It seems that I have really cultivated myself and studied hard.

Really so good?

Yang Zichen was somewhat skeptical, but it was impossible to really ask himself, so he continued to scroll down until he saw an item at the end of September.

"I'm going back to class, the weather is getting colder, take care of your body."

The attached picture is a selfie, he is wearing a loose white sweater, the background looks familiar, Yang Zichen thought for a while, only to realize that it was the milk tea shop they had been to before.

It is clear at a glance who he is speaking to.

He finished listening to the game without eating, and then sent his parents, sister-in-law, mother and daughter home, stayed in the room for a while, and began to pack his things.

Instead of looking for Yi Xian, she bought a plane ticket and flew to Phuket.

The consequences of hotheadedness are obvious, and revisiting old places is not a good feeling.

He originally wanted to recall how he met Yi Xian a few years ago, but after living on the island for several days, he didn't think of anything and said nothing, and his mood became worse and worse.During this period, his brother urged him to go back to work several times, but Yang Zichen ignored him for the first time, so courageous that he almost scared himself.But it's useless for him to live on the island. He just lays in the hotel every day and recalls the past, and he doesn't recall why.

Did Yi Xian see him here?Why can't he remember anything?

He has been to Phuket many times. The time Yi Xian said he was on vacation with his parents, and he didn’t stay for a few days in total. He can’t remember exactly what he did, but most of them are sightseeing projects that the elderly like. .After lying down in the hotel until the fifth day, he finally couldn't lie down anymore, so he hired a guide at the hotel to take him along several popular sightseeing routes.

The scenery was still the same, but he couldn't see what it was like. He sat in the car and looked out the window boredly.It was probably the first time the guide saw a tourist like him, and asked curiously, "Sir, what are you looking at?"

"Just take a look." Yang Zichen also felt very boring, seeing that it was getting late, so he said, "Go ahead and go back to the hotel for dinner."

"If you are hungry, there is a small shop here, tourists like it." The guide recommended a place to him, "If you want to eat dessert, I can send you there to try."

"Then go and have a look." Yang Zichen said without interest.

So they drove to a low slope not far from the seaside, and after getting off the car, they could still see the beach and the sea when they looked down. Draw portraits, if you like, you can go and have a look."

Yang Zichen shook his head: "I'm not interested in these things."

Having said that, he still took a face-saving look.This low slope is obviously man-made, with a gentle slope. There are a few small shops on this side, and a small sandy square on the other side. There are scattered tourists and some small stalls. Among them, the guide said that they painted portraits. .

The guide didn't care, and just said: "Occasionally, there will be art students setting up stalls here, and the paintings are quite good."

They went into the store to eat some snacks, and when they came out, it was completely dark and the street lights were on around the square. Before Yang Zichen was about to get in the car, he glanced there again, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been here before.

It wasn't dark before, so he didn't recognize it. Now he looked again, and he contacted the guide and said that there were people painting over there, so he recalled that the time he came with his parents, they seemed to have painted here. A portrait—of course it's not his, it's his parents'. He has no artistic ability to appreciate it. He stood by and looked at it for a while and then left. He came back to pick up the second elder when the painting was finished.

He suddenly became interested, so he told the guide, and went there by himself, ready to see if the small square in the corner was the one he remembered.

The weather here is hot, both locals and tourists are still wearing summer clothes, Yang Zichen is no exception, he just went out in a T-shirt and shorts, with a hat on his head.With his attire that fit perfectly into the crowd of tourists, he was greeted by a girl drawing pictures on the side of the road: "Sir, can I draw a portrait of you?"

He stopped and glanced at the other party. The girl lifted the brim of her straw hat and smiled at him with her eyes exposed: "No money, you look good, I want to draw."

She said it bluntly, Yang Zichen was too embarrassed to refuse after being praised so much, so he sat down on the small stool in front of the booth and asked, "Do you want to take off your hat?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't pick it up, just draw a sketch for a while." The girl sharpened the pencil quickly, and talked to him in Chinese while drawing on the paper, "Are you here for a trip?"

Yang Zichen raised his eyebrows, thinking it was quite interesting: "How do you know I'm Chinese?"

The pencil quickly moved on the sketch paper, making a rustling sound. Some tourists around stopped to look at them, but more people just walked past. After all, this is just an inconspicuous corner of the square, not eye-catching.

"Me too, maybe it's the resonance among compatriots?" The girl looked up at him and continued to draw on the paper.

She was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, the clothes and pants were stained with paint, and she painted very skillfully. It was obviously not the first day she set up a stall here. Go to a more prosperous tourist spot to paint?"

"It's not for making money, it's not necessary." The girl shook her head, "I'm here for fun, and I'm just painting for people here when I have nothing to do—there are several painting stalls in this square, look One seems to rely on this for food?"

Yang Zichen looked back and had to admit that she was right.

"My parents and I came here several years ago, and I probably drew a picture here." The more he looked at the small square, the more familiar he became, and he thought it should be here. "But I was really not interested at that time, so the painting Without me, this time I made up for it.”

After a while, he got the sketch.In the painting, his face is sideways, obviously under the light, the light and shadow on his face are distinct, but the eyes exposed under the brim of the hat are extraordinarily bright, and the emotions in the eyes are very vivid-even he, who doesn't know how to appreciate it, can see it, In the painting, I feel a little lost in my eyes.

Yang Zichen looked down at the lights on the booth for a while, took a picture of the painting with his mobile phone, and then returned it to the girl sitting behind the booth who had already started to replace the drawing board with new paper.

"...You don't want it?" The girl hesitated to take her painting, a little confused, "The painting isn't so bad, is it? I can get a lot of business every day."

"No." Knowing that she misunderstood what he meant, Yang Zichen smiled and explained, "It's not convenient for me to take it back, so I'd better leave it to you, anyway, I didn't pay for it, so it doesn't seem right to take the painting for nothing." Great."

Of course the painting was good, even he himself didn't realize that he was feeling lost because of something.

He still can't remember where he met Yi Xian.

When we got back to the parking place, the guide was smoking outside the car, and he was obviously surprised to see him come back empty-handed: "I thought you were going to paint a portrait."

"It was painted, but I didn't bring it back."

Yang Zichen got in the car and remembered something, and stuck out his phone out of the window to take a picture of the small square from afar.From such a distance, the girl who set up the stall could no longer be seen clearly. In the photo, only a circle of street lights around the square can be seen, like a small ring, which is particularly dazzling in the night.

He posted this poorly photographed photo to his circle of friends, and then asked the guide to drive back to the hotel, ending his trip on the island.

It doesn't make any sense to stay here any longer, he plans to go back tomorrow.

Returning to the hotel with a somewhat complicated mood, Yang Zichen took a shower and swam a few laps in the hotel pool. When he returned to the room, he found several unread messages from Yi Xian on WeChat.

He clicked on it, and it turned out that the photo was revealing.

"Brother, have you gone to Phuket?"

"It should still be very warm there now, right? Pay attention to the temperature difference when you come back, and remember to add a coat."

After the seemingly ordinary greeting, after a few minutes, another irrelevant sentence was added.

"Did you... remember anything?"

Yang Zichen had a headache, but he felt irritable when he couldn't think of anything.

But he didn't want to tell Yi Xian, so he stared at these messages and read them back and forth many times, and finally turned off WeChat in despair, and fell asleep with his head covered.

He tossed and turned on the bed, not knowing that thousands of kilometers away, Yi Xian was sitting by the window holding hot coffee, hesitated for a long time, and finally sent him a new message.

"If you really can't remember, it's okay, you come to me and I'll tell you."