poppies in the attic

33.

In the following time, under Wen Shaohui's guidance, Xiang Guozhi shook hands with more than a dozen people, and took photos with more than a dozen people.

After all, the art exhibition is still a very small group of activities, after all, there are not too many people.Even if everyone gave enough face, they would not stay for long.People left one after another, so the exhibition hall became deserted, and the cafe became lively.

Wu Pengzhi looked at Xiang Guo Zhiqiang from a distance and felt a little uncomfortable.Wen Shaohui said that painters of course rely on selling paintings to make a living.Not only selling paintings, but also selling coffee.

Wu Pengzhi sighed, Xiang Guozhi and Wen Shaohui were at work, and he wanted to catch up on the old days and talk about their relationship, how inappropriate.

More importantly, Wu Pengzhi was very confused by Xiang Guozhi's attitude. She wasn't sure whether Xiang Guozhi would like to meet her here. Just now, didn't she just pretend that she didn't know herself?Wu Pengzhi didn't know who Xiang Guozhi was pretending to show, the audience, or Wen Shaohui?

Wu Pengzhi turned around and walked towards the door. She denied the significance of coming to the scene today.

missing is worse than meeting.

This cliché floated in Wu Pengzhi's mind.But, sadly, the cliché is often true, the experience of countless people.

Just as Wu Pengzhi was walking towards the door sadly and lonely, Xiang Guozhi strode towards him.

"Hi, are you leaving?"

Wu Pengzhi felt a hand on his shoulder, it was still a strong touch, and the sound was still very soft.

Wu Pengzhi looked back with a sad expression, although he was surprised, there was no surprise.

"I see you are very busy." There was a little resentment in Wu Pengzhi's words.

Looking into Wu Pengzhi's eyes, Xiang Guozhi slowly smiled, "Didn't you say you wanted to thank me?"

"Didn't you say you're welcome?" Wu Pengzhi felt a little better.

Smiled at Guo Zhi, "Same bad temper, same eloquence, you haven't changed at all."

Then, Xiang Guozhi opened his arms and hugged Wu Pengzhi.

"A Jin." Wu Pengzhi hugged Xiang Guozhi, tears welling up in his eyes.

Xiang Guozhi patted Wu Pengzhi's back lightly, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of people behind him.

"Wait for me in the attic." Xiang Guozhi let go of Wu Pengzhi and pointed to the attic.Then he walked back to Wen Shaohui and those guests by himself.

Wu Pengzhi heard people's chirping inquiries behind him, and then Xiang Guozhi's clear voice.

"She's my only model."

"Oh, no wonder it's so beautiful." Someone praised.

"It's charming." Xiang Guo corrected.

Wu Pengzhi has to admit that 15 years later, his emotions are still under Xiang Guozhi's manipulation.With just two sentences, Wu Pengzhi swept away the gloomy mood just now, and became relaxed and proud.

When Wu Pengzhi stepped up to the last step of the attic, he looked back downstairs.Several people were looking up at her, but Wu Pengzhi only noticed Wen Shaohui's eyes, complicated and jealous.

The attic is almost the same as it was 15 years ago, except for the workbench, easel and painting utensils, there is nothing else.However, there is a fundamental difference.This is Xiang Guozhi's absolute territory.

Wu Pengzhi sat on the only chair, looking out the window, as if she was in deep thought, but she felt that she hadn't remembered anything.

After Xiang Guozhi got rid of everyone and came to the attic, Wu Pengzhi stood up and gave up the only chair.

Xiang Guozhi sat down exhausted, she was exhausted, and even a day of painting could not match the energy expended in less than an hour.

Wu Pengzhi sat cross-legged on the floor opposite Xiang Guozhi, quietly looking at the woman he loved so much in front of him.

"Ajin, what should I call you in the future? Is it okay?" Wu Pengzhi asked slowly.

"It's called A Jin. It's my pen name, um, is it a stage name or a pen name?" Xiang Jin asked Wu Pengzhi seriously.It's such a small thing that she's bothered about.

"Ajin, you are still Ajin. That's great." Wu Pengzhi smiled happily.

At this moment, she really wanted to lie in Xiang Jin's arms.She turned her head and looked at the downstairs and the floor-to-ceiling windows resentfully, and suddenly felt that the lighting here was too good, and it didn't need to be so transparent.

Xiang Jin reached out and stroked Wu Pengzhi's cheek, "You've lost weight, and you're not as good-looking as before."

"Toxic! Ah Jin, do you know how to chat?"

Wu Pengzhi grabbed Ajin's hand, pretending to be angry.Then he quickly kissed Xiang Jin's hand with his lips.Then Wu Pengzhi froze for a moment, put his nose close to Xiang Jin's hand, and sniffed.

"Ajin, why does it smell like medicine?" Wu Pengzhi asked.

Xiang Jin withdrew his right hand, "It's nothing, it's a little strained, and I'm applying medicine recently."

Wu Pengzhi grabbed Xiang Jin's hand again.On the skinny hands that were neglected, the skin was no longer smooth and delicate, and there were slight blue veins.But still powerful, still warm.

Wu Pengzhi pressed Xiang Jin's hand to his face distressedly, and murmured, "You have to protect your hand, otherwise how would you be able to draw?"

"It's true. I can't do anything except draw." Xiang Jin withdrew his hand again.

"Pengzhi, how are you doing?"

"Not good. What about you?" Wu Pengzhi stared straight at Xiang Jin, his tenderness was slowly receding, and his tone became stiff.

"It's okay." This woman was really annoying, she completely ignored Wu Pengzhi's emotions.

Then he added something even more irritating, "Drawing is the only thing I like to do. As long as I can draw, nothing else matters."