I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Sitting in front of his desk, Mu Chen sneezed fiercely, trying to work hard.

It was almost dusk, and the light in the office was dim. Under the effect of headache, the tabular data on the screen was pulled into a long line that jumped strangely.

The door was knocked twice, and Xing Wen walked in.

"Why aren't you off work yet?" Mu Chen looked at him through the lens of his glasses.

"Don't you want me to stay and revise your speech?" Xing Wen looked fierce.

Mu Chen looked at him and smiled for some reason, "Don't change it, go buy a cup of coffee."

The setting sun outside the window dyed each other's figures orange red, Xing Wen approached and stretched out his hand when he was in a daze.

Mu Chen remained motionless, waiting quietly, the hand failed to land on his forehead, and the heavy feeling was also formed from this moment.

I'm really tired and don't know what I'm doing.

Xing Wen responded and turned around and left. Mu Chen suddenly couldn't make a sound, so he could only stretch out his hand in a panic——

Click.

The dream was interrupted at the right time, Mu Chen opened his eyes, the sky was bright outside the bedroom, it was obviously past noon.

His throat was so dry that it smoked, and Mu Chen forced himself to get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower. This kind of dream made him exhausted all over his body.

Especially the work process in the dream was too detailed and real, Mu Chen wanted to retch as soon as he entered the bathroom, and forced himself to hold back.

It's not so cold after taking a bath. Mu Chen came out after wiping his hair, and the door opened at this time.

Xing Wen entered the room very tiredly, smelled the smell of shower gel and shampoo, and saw Mu Chen at the stairs as soon as he looked up.

He looked like he had just woken up, and his face was a little red.

"Are you back?" Mu Chen came down, his voice sounded nasal.

Xing Wen was so tired that he almost collapsed, so he reluctantly asked, "Did you take your medicine?"

"Eat, I ate a little of everything, it's useless." Mu Chen went to pour some water.

"Everything... Take a medicine and get wet with rain and dew, so you're not afraid of being poisoned?" Xing Wen pinched the bridge of his nose and half-closed his eyes.

He is in a bad mood now, he didn't sleep all night last night, and spent the whole night in the Mao studio with his photography equipment.

Nothing came up, the Barcelona incident made him extremely anxious.

"Poisoned and pulled down." Mu Chen sat down on the single sofa next to him, saw Xing Wen raised his head and closed his eyes, "Go back to the room and sleep."

Xing Wenren has a murderous look, but the profile of his face from this angle is very eye-catching. The bridge of his nose is as straight as a peak, and his lips and jawline are beautiful and sexy.

"Don't sleep anymore..." Xing Wen opened his eyes, and happened to see Mu Chen staring at him in a daze, and turned his face to the other side uncomfortably, "The people from the art museum just contacted me, saying that the exhibition hall of the photography exhibition has been set up. Okay, let me go over tonight and have a look...will you go?"

The other party invited "their husband and wife", so Xing Wen had no choice but to ask.

"Go, it's boring at home." Mu Chen replied.

"Hmm..." Xing Wen agreed, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep like this this time.

It was dark at six o'clock in the evening, and Xing Wen had just driven out when he received a call from Yue Hengjie.

He hasn't eaten anything since last night. After the half-backed sleeping position in the afternoon caused him a stiff neck, not only is he suffering from hypoglycemia, but his neck also hurts.

"Let me make it clear to you. What I promised was to drink together, not to take pictures for magazines." Xing Wen tried his best to soften his tone.

"Ah? What did you say?" Yue Hengjie shouted loudly, "You don't have to thank us too much, we are all brothers! If only Barcelona could hire you to be a professional photographer!"

"..." Xing Wen finally got irritable: "Give your ears to wolves!"

"Ah?" Yue Hengjie finally realized something was wrong, "Ah, Dahei, what's wrong with you, why are you angry, what should you do? Is Xiaobai here, hurry up and coax—"

"Who wants someone to coax me to be three years old!" Xing Wen yelled and hung up the phone.

Mu Chen sat in the co-pilot and couldn't help laughing on the spot: "Why are you so vicious."

"You don't care about me." Xing Wen increased the speed of the car with a gloomy face.

"Slow down, or I'll drive instead." Mu Chen had a severe headache, "I ran into and killed the online custodian and said that you carried me to die for love, and then we have to be buried together—"

"I'm very annoyed now," Xing Wen slowed down the car, "Don't hit me with a gun."

The feeling of low sugar gradually made him a little dizzy, and he couldn't even feel what he said when his consciousness became blurred.

"Didn't you like taking pictures when you were in high school?" Mu Chen narrowed his eyes, "Now that Barcelona is looking for you, you don't want to take pictures anymore?"

"I can't." Xing Wen said firmly, "Liking is different from work."

Doing art requires ten years of hard work and accumulation. Xing Wen's consideration is that since it will definitely mess up in the future, try not to start as much as possible.

"Why can't you? Talent, technology, what do you lack?" Mu Chen coughed, his face was burning red, "It's not that you can't, you're cowardly, the opportunity is in front of you, and you still have to look forward and backward—"

The car made a sharp turn and stopped abruptly on the side of the road.

"What do you know? Don't you read too much chicken soup for children's literature?" Xing Wen felt unprecedented anger. "Whether Barcelona's job can be taken over is my business. I can make my own judgment and don't need you to teach me."

Xing Wen glared at the other party, the little confusion that had been suppressed in his heart these days finally surged up all at once.

Mu Chen also looked at him, as if he didn't recognize him in a trance, and finally a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.

It's like irony, but it's more sad, but Xing Wenqi is too ruthless to see clearly.

"That's right, you can make your own judgement, I'm too strict." Mu Chen untied his seat belt with one hand, lowered his eyes: "I shouldn't care about you from the beginning, just let it go, I'm big Take off your clothes and soak in the pool to play house with you in winter?"

"Get out of the car!" Xing Wen was completely puzzled.

With a cold face, Mu Chen opened the car door without a word, and got in without hesitation.

The car door was slammed shut, and the car drove out immediately. Mu Chen was thrown into the cold December wind and sneezed hard.

Xing Wen's heart was beating like it was going to pop out of his chest, so he resisted and drove the car all the way to the vicinity of the art museum, where he bought a bar of chocolate and a bottle of mineral water from the 711 at the entrance of the subway station.

He stood in a place where the wind was not so strong, stuffed half of the board indiscriminately, and only started to pour water when the sweetness in his throat was unbearable.

The problem of hypoglycemia is inherited from my mother. It is not too difficult to deal with. As long as the sugar is added in time, it will usually get better in three to five minutes.

In the past, just in case, he always carried candies with him, but today he forgot.

Xing Wen stood and waited for his body to slowly return to normal, then threw the remaining water and chocolate into the trash can.

In 25 years, he still felt so uncomfortable because of this disease.

Xing Wen wiped the water from his mouth with the back of his hand, and walked slowly towards the art gallery alone. Su Xi, the little planner in charge of the reception, was standing at the door waiting for him.

"Teacher Xing!" Su Xi smiled and waved, "Why are you alone, where is Mr. Mu?"

"There's something wrong with him." Xing Wen frowned.

"That's... that's really a pity." Su Xi said, "It would be nice to watch it with him."

Xing Wen didn't respond, Su Xi didn't say anything else, and quietly led him into the art gallery, along the way there were directions and promotional posters leading to the photography exhibition.

"Teacher Xing take a look, and I won't accompany you." When she arrived at the entrance of the exhibition hall, Su Xi said very consciously, "If you are not satisfied with the arrangement, you can contact me at any time."

"Thank you." Xing Wen nodded and stepped into the exhibition hall.

A winding corridor is arranged in a literary and fresh appearance, and photographs are arranged along the corridor.

Xing Wen looked up and stood there in disbelief——

All the works in the exhibition hall were taken by him during the period from junior high school to university.

The sunrise of a small county town in the morning light, a wet wooden pile where butterflies rest, and the misty gray sky divided by telephone poles...

There is also the pair that hangs in the most conspicuous position in the exhibition hall.

It can be seen at a glance that the camera used is not very good, and the focus has not been adjusted clearly. It seems that people are caught in a hurry when they are not prepared.

Probably like a school playground, the colors of dusk are heavily smeared on the screen, making everything in the background seem empty and meaningless.

There is only one person in school uniform in the camera, and in the absence of enough light, only the profile of the profile can be photographed.

Xing Wen recalled that this photo was probably taken on the day after the college entrance examination, and he was at that time.

Mu Chen under the camera also.

The author has something to say: Don't panic, it's just a little noise.

From now on, everything will be smooth and smooth √