heart scratch

Although the few days in the field were not so pleasant and pleasant, the family always wanted to go back.

Yang Zichen went home, first apologized to his parents, and then honestly confessed to his brother.

Fortunately, the eldest niece had good results in the competition, and his brother was in a good mood, so he didn't hold him accountable for letting his pigeons go. He just asked, "What did you do?"

"...Go out and relax."

"Relaxing?" Yang Ziheng looked up at him, and said meaningfully, "You have done a good job, why are you distracting?"

Yang Zichen was speechless and could only say, "Personal issues."

He had passed the age of puppy love long ago, and his brother didn't care what he wanted to do, so he turned the topic back to work.

"Fein's new series has received a good response. According to the feedback, most of the consumers who buy the advertisements are female consumers." His brother smiled, "It seems that the advertisement models you selected are really good."

Which pot he didn't open and which pot he lifted, Yang Zichen had a headache when he thought of Yi Xian, so he prevaricated and went upstairs to find his father.

In addition to the above reasons for this trip home, he also had another purpose - to find that portrait.

His father has the habit of collecting tourist souvenirs, especially calligraphy and paintings. As long as he likes it, most of them will keep it.Yang Zichen vaguely remembered that time he was full of praise for the female painter who painted the portrait, maybe that painting was still at home.

"What painting?" His father was doing his daily homework to practice calligraphy. When he saw him enter the study, he waved to him, "Come, grind ink for me."

Yang Zichen went over to help obediently, and recalled for him: "On the trip to Phuket four or five years ago, the portrait you and your mother drew on the island. I remember that you seem to admire that painter, and there are Do you want to keep the painting?"

His father finished writing the words first, and then looked up at him inexplicably: "Why did you suddenly think of looking for a painting from several years ago? I asked you to go with me at the time, didn't you still run away?"

"..." Yang Zichen rubbed his nose uncomfortably, "Don't ask me any more, if the painting is still there, let me have a look, and forget it if it's gone, will it work?"

If he could know in advance that he would look for that clue everywhere in a few years, and even fly back to Phuket to revisit the old place for this, he would definitely kneel down and join the painting together.

It's a pity that money is hard to buy. If I knew it earlier, who would have thought that he would provoke the little bastard Yi Xian.

His father looked at him suspiciously, but took the key from the drawer and gave it to him.

"It should be in the storage room. Check to see if it's on the shelf next to the wall. I seem to have framed it—that girl draws well. Don't lose my painting."

Yang Zichen looked for it as he said, and he found the painting on the shelf in the corner of the storage room.

Compared with his sketch that day, this drawing is more detailed and of a higher standard visible to the naked eye.His parents were wearing summer clothes, sitting side by side on a low stool and smiling, behind them were some sparse tourists, the sun shone from between the treetops and fell on their shoulders, and the fine light and shadow were also portrayed in detail.

The painting is really good, no wonder his dad brought the painting back, and specially framed it and put it here.

Yang Zichen didn't dare touch his father's collection, took a picture of the painting with his mobile phone, then returned the key and went back to his room to lie down.

He has an impression of this painting, and it can be seen from the background that has not changed much that it was indeed painted in that small square that day.

At that time, he was not interested in portrait painting at all. Seeing that his parents were very happy painting there, he turned around and went to the other side of the square to buy food.I don't remember what I bought, and I forgot who I met. Anyway, when I went back, the painting was almost done. He paid the money, and then took his parents away.

After all, it is not a scenic spot, just passing by by chance, so there is no need to stay for too long.

……and many more.

Yang Zichen frowned, feeling as if he had missed some details.

How did his father describe the female painter just now?

that girl.

That is a Chinese?

His father was a little puzzled by his consecutive visits to the study room twice a day: "Son, what medicine did you take wrong?"

"No, I have something to ask you." Yang Zichen also felt that he was annoying enough, but he couldn't think of anything more. Instead of thinking about breaking his head, he might as well ask the person directly, "Is the person who drew that painting a Chinese?" people?"

"Yeah, a Chinese girl, she brought her own child, said she was going there for a trip, and set up a stall to draw pictures for tourists..."

Halfway through his father's words, seeing his face suddenly changed, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Yang Zichen turned his head and ran away.

He remembered that when he came back from buying food, he saw the stall owner's children being pushed and shoved by a few local gangsters, so he went up to drive them away, and kindly divided the food each other a little.

The child's face was so blurred that he couldn't remember it even if he tried to break his head.But when I talked about the Chinese name, Yi Xian mentioned that his mother is Chinese, and he was only 15 years old when he was in Phuket four years ago. If he didn’t grow up, wouldn’t he look like a child? ?

Yi Xian had a modeling job that day, and was shooting a new product with a few friends of similar age.He went early, and after the modeling was done, other people arrived one after another. After the filming, several young people discussed having dinner together, but he was not going to attend, because there was still class in the afternoon.

"Devin, you weren't like this before." One of the models who had the closest relationship with him in the group shook his shoulders, "Let's have a meal together, we haven't seen each other for a long time, you went to China for vacation before You can also tell us what you have seen and heard.”

"Is there anything to say." Yi Xian smiled helplessly, "I just went to shoot new products for the V brand, and I just went on vacation, and I didn't take a few days off in total."

The other party raised his eyebrows: "I heard that you even shot an advertisement there, and the response was very good."

They belonged to a brokerage company, so it's not surprising that the other party heard about it, and Yi Xian didn't mind keeping it from him, so he gave the general situation - of course, nothing related to Yang Zichen was mentioned.

"It seems interesting, next time we can go together... Devin? What's wrong with you?"

The phone in Yi Xian's pocket vibrated, he took it out and took a look, the expression on his face changed immediately.

"I still have something to do. I really can't have dinner with you." He waved his hand, and regardless of what his colleague wanted to say, he put on his bag and ran to the parking space outside the door. "Let's talk about it next time!"

He ran fast with long legs, and he disappeared as soon as he turned around. The person who was left behind didn't pay much attention. He turned around and joked with his companions: "Devin is like a knight eager to meet the princess."

That's right, Yi Xian rode his car to the train station in a hurry - Yang Zichen sent him a WeChat message 3 minutes ago, and told him without warning that he would arrive at the G City train station in half an hour.

Yi Xian, who hadn't received his reply for three days before, suddenly saw such a message, and almost dropped his phone in shock.

While riding the bicycle, he quickly calculated how long it would take to get from here to the train station, and even lost his mind to recall whether his current appearance was a bit casual: he had just finished work, removed his makeup, and hadn't had time to wash his hair. Will it be a bit out of place?

But the calculation result told him that there was nothing he could do if it didn't match. He didn't have time to go back and change clothes at all. He only had time to rush to the train station near the train station before Yang Zichen arrived and buy a bouquet of flowers at the flower shop there.

He also didn't bother to ask Yang Zichen why he came, he felt a little uneasy, thinking about telling him about the first meeting, he was still a little embarrassed.

This complicated mood lasted until the flower shop clerk wrapped the flowers and handed them to him. The other party gave him a card and a pen, and said with a smile: "You can write down what you want to say, so don't be afraid that you won't be able to say it." La."

He was startled, took the pen in the opponent's hand, and subconsciously smiled: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The clerk patted him on the shoulder and encouraged, "A handsome young man like you has nothing to worry about."

But Yang Zichen is a special case. He is good-looking and has limited practicality. Yi Xian is really not sure how useful his current appearance can be.But it's useless to think about it now, the car is about to arrive at the stop, and it's too late for him to do anything else——

He took off the cap of the pen, wrote a line on the card, then returned the pen to the clerk, thanked him and ran towards the exit.

The bus that Yang Zichen was on had already arrived at the stop, and people with luggage came out one after another. G City does not have an airport, whether traveling or going home, you have to arrive at this city via this small train station.There were not many people picking up the car, and Yi Xian stood there so conspicuously that Yang Zichen came out empty-handed and saw him at first sight.

On the way here, he made many assumptions, including what he would say when he met Yi Xian, and how he should explain his experiences in the past few days... But the first time he saw him, Yang Zichen seemed to have forgotten what he was thinking just now.

He opened his arms and smiled at Yi Xian: "Come on, give brother a hug."