I quietly watch you play

The news of Zhou Wei’s economic sanctions on his family is flying faster than the United States tearing up the bilateral trade agreement. Recently, he doesn’t want to go home very much, and he doesn’t like to hang out with those cronies, probably because he can’t stand them begging for sympathy. staring at himself.

Yu Chengcheng must be overjoyed, and he should be overjoyed!

Pei Qin would try to coax him around the bush, and it's not easy to transfer money to him directly. It's hard for him to find a reason to give himself three gifts in November, a lonely month, all of which can be cashed out quickly. .

Zhou Wei hid in the Diepin villa near Dan University to study the questions, and drew pictures when he was tired, living himself into an ideal abandoned house.

Huang Zhizi's classmates are busy with graduation dramas and thesis defenses, and they meet with the crew everywhere for work. It's Labrador shit luck for her to sign non-stop and appear in variety shows!

The atmosphere in Huaxi is not very friendly in this regard, and her classmates secretly spread rumors that she climbed on the bed and hugged her thighs, dumped a bamboo horse and licked the patron, and incidentally scolded Zhou Wei for being blind and aesthetically disabled.

Zhou Wei simply asked Huang Zhizi to move out to live in the villa he rented. The second floor was entirely owned by Huang Zhizi, the first floor was shared, and the basement was Zhou Wei's studio.

Zhou Wei doesn't live here except for painting all night, but in the eyes of others, they are already living together.

Huang Zhizi was so happy that she went crazy, the first time she entered this house, she yelled that she met her own life, and rushed up to the second floor with a huge suitcase in one hand, and then screamed again.

Zhou Wei thought that he was abnormal, but he didn't expect that there would be a day outside the sky, so he hurried to the basement to avoid the ultrasonic air attack.

After a few days of trial operation, the two kings did not see each other. They each took their keys and came and went as they wanted. If they had something to do, they would stamp notes on the message board in the lobby.

Huang Zhizi was very grateful for the encumbered job, and took the initiative to take on all the housework. When there was no notice, she could wash her hands and make soup to feed the benefactor. The consciousness is quite good.

After returning from Bitan, Huang Zhizi filmed "School Flowers and Grass" with the crew, put down her luggage and started mopping the floor. When she got to the basement, she found that Zhou Wei was also at home. She didn't bother him, so she climbed back to the first floor and started cooking.

According to Dan Yang's house price, not to mention one and a half floors, even renting a one-bedroom apartment with someone would cost two to three thousand yuan, so Huang Zhizi seized the opportunity to express her gratitude and gave Zhou Wei stewed pork belly.

There is fresh air in the basement, it is not stuffy, and the lighting is carefully designed. The open room of Bailaiping is surrounded by Zhou Wei's graffiti against the wall. There is a large table in the middle, which is as big as a double bed, and the review materials for the college entrance examination are scattered on it. and book notes.

Zhou Wei sometimes sleeps here for a while, there is no proper bed, only a tatami mat is laid against the wall, which is comfortable but crude.

If he wanted to draw, he could draw, if he wanted to read, he could read, when he was hungry, he climbed upstairs to find food sealed in the freezer by Huang Zhizi, and when he was sleepy, he fell to the ground and fell asleep. He felt that this kind of life was comfortable!

Zhou Wei was stunned for a while, he couldn't match the answer to a function question no matter how he calculated it, his phone rang, and he flicked it up, and the caller ID showed Zhou Papi.

Zhou Wei didn't care to change clothes, picked up the exercise book on the table and rushed upstairs, put on a coat and rushed out the door, Huang Zhizi was so surprised that she stretched her neck from the kitchen with a spoon in her hand, the boss seemed to be running out of the building. If there is a dog behind.

Boom, boom, boom——

Jiang Xiaoqi frowned, feeling that the door panel was about to leak, he opened it and saw Zhou Wei.

The other party tried to calm down his breathing, shaking his lips to level his voice: "Hello? Grandpa... I'm taking tutoring at Xiaoshu Jiang's place. I didn't hear it when the volume was muted just now." He removed the receiver and panted wildly.

Jiang Xiaoqi frowned even deeper, his gaze swept from the top of Zhou Wei's head to the bottom of his feet, today is a light snow festival, although Tiangong did not light the snow according to the occasion, but the temperature is also close to zero, where did this guy come from wearing pajamas and slippers in the middle of the night? !

runaway?Then the attitude on the phone was too harmonious——

Before Jiang Xiaoqi could understand the reason, Zhou Wei slapped his mobile phone in front of him, and the other party bowed to him with a flattering face.

"Uncle Zhou...uh, it's...he's doing his homework here..."

Zhou Wei felt that his uncle was very witty, so he knelt down and made a gesture to kneel him. "Can you show me how to solve this problem? Hey, just say a few words, there are still many problems here!"

Jiang Xiaoqi hung up the phone, threw the phone to him, turned and entered the room, but did not close the door.

Zhou Wei followed like a cat, shutting himself in the door: "No... I really have a question to ask you."

"Where are you from?"

"Dongtu Datang... No, the east...Gaoganlou." Gaoganlou is the nickname given to Na Fandiao by the residents of the community, and it smells like lemons.

Naturally, Jiang Xiaoqi also knew Gaoganlou, but he couldn't figure out what kind of monster he went there to harm the daughter of a professor?

"Do you want to go over and have a look? Walk around the neighborhood more!"

It was rare for Jiang Xiaoqi not to hold back his curiosity, and threw him a down jacket of his own, and went out together with him.

"You live here?" Jiang Xiaoqi was dazzled by a room full of small broken flowers.

"I thought the elbow was white!"

Jiang Xiaoqi was startled again by the female tenant who appeared suddenly, he figured it out, and turned to leave.

"Eh? Seventh brother!" Zhou Wei stopped him: "I'm talking about the topic, no, I'll leave after dinner... Otherwise, I'll follow you back now..."

Huang Zhizi also persuaded: "That's right, Mr. Jiang, today's elbow is so big that we can't finish it. It just so happens that you are here so you don't waste it."

Zhou Wei: "Let's add some green vegetables, do you have green leafy vegetables?"

Huang Zhizi: "Yes, yes, I brought crispy peanuts in my suitcase, which happened to be mixed with vinegared spinach."

The conversation between the two seemed like an ordinary couple living a prosperous life, Jiang Xiaoqi's face became more and more ugly, and he didn't really leave.

Zhou Wei flipped through the Thanksgiving pre-heating gifts that Pei Qin sent him in advance, pulled out a limited edition FENDI men's bag from the box and threw it to Huang Zhizi: "I always forget to buy you a bag, you can find time to do it yourself Change to the women's style you like in the store, most of them should be enough to change."

"Thank you, boss!" Huang Zhizi was overjoyed.

boss?Jiang Xiaoqi squinted at Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei: "It's the labor fee for the current month."

Huang Zhizi: "..." Is this really okay?A boss who is too poor to pay wages has to give him a big elbow!

Huang Zhizi was quick, and put the braised pork knuckle with strong sauce and soft rotten bones on the table, plus a pot of spinach with old vinegar and nuts, all of which are dishes in the Northeast region.

The three of them had dinner at the table, and Jiang Xiaoqi found that Zhou Wei didn't eat much and didn't only love meat. Before, he yelled that Jiang Xiaoqi used him as a rabbit to feed was purely finding fault, but now he obediently eats spinach as well.

Huang Zhizi was very happy to finish the work. She took the two of them to drink iced Dan beer and chatted about the interesting stories of the first shooting.

"Is your hometown northeast or Sichuan?" Jiang Xiaoqi asked.

Huang Zhizi: "I've stayed there. I grew up in Northeast China before I was ten years old, and then I came back to Sichuan."

The three of them chatted about the customs of various places, and the yellow gardenia baba would not be cold in the vernacular, and the meal was surprisingly harmonious.

After the meal, Huang Zhizi rushed to wash the dishes, Jiang Xiaoqi almost thought that she was a babysitter hired by Zhou Wei, and she was working non-stop when she entered the door, anyway, this should not be the case in the couple or nurturing relationship he imagined.

Before Zhou went to the basement to pack his schoolbags, Jiang Xiaoqi followed and stood at the door with a surprised expression.

The display style of the studio is exactly the same as that day when Jiang Xiaoqi returned to his room in Jingwan Villa and saw the clothes and pants littered on the bed.

Easels and frames are piled up all around, some are finished products, some are just primed or just painted with lines, watercolors, oil paints, pencil scrapers are placed at hand, and paints that have forgotten to twist the caps are dumped on the floor and are half dry.

Jiang Xiaoqi walked in and scanned the drawings one by one, and the content became even more chaotic. If the galloping horse that Zhou Wei gave him was a fusion of Western oil painting and Chinese freehand brushwork, then the works in his studio are simply chaotic in the Northeast. Stew, fine brushwork sketches compete with mottled color blocks, realistic landscapes compete with impression aquariums, and there is a computer by the table, connected to the digital board.

Weekly exam preparation materials only occupied a corner of the big table, like an isolated island about to be submerged in a sea of ​​colors, as precarious as his grades.

But in reality, it is just the opposite. His hobby is an isolated island that is about to be submerged, and he is still struggling to support it.

"You... have covered a lot." Saying this seems to be a positive comment.

Zhou Wei seemed to understand what he meant, and smiled silently: "Uncle, you want to say that I am half-hearted, and I am half-hearted, and I have learned to be different with one stroke after another? There is no way, I draw blindly by myself. I have no master and no school. No matter how many martial arts cheats you have, you still can't practice Yang Guo and Zhang Wuji, it's not bad if you don't go crazy... Oh, maybe you have gone crazy and there is no cure."

Zhou Wei flipped through the exercise books on the table, but couldn't see any selection criteria, so he randomly stuffed a bunch of them into his schoolbag.

Jiang Xiaoqi turned half a circle, and caught a glimpse of a half-sheet sketch hidden behind a watercolor. It was an outline of a portrait, the facial features had just been drawn in approximate positions, and only a pair of flat lips had been carefully drawn.

He felt a little familiar, and was about to walk over to remove the barrier to look at it again, but Zhou Wei blocked it with his schoolbag.

Zhou Wei crossed his legs and hooked the easel next to him to block another layer, then pushed Jiang Xiaoqi's arm with both hands and walked out: "Hurry up, uncle, if I fail to hand in my homework tomorrow, the teacher will sue me again."

He followed Jiang Xiaoqi home uninvited, Huang Zhizi didn't show up at all, probably holding the bag to check for suitable replacement styles.

On the way, Zhou Wei shrank his arms from the cold, and wanted to go around the side of the building to see Sanhua, but was dragged into the unit door by Jiang Xiaoqi.

"You and Ms. Huang... have known each other for a long time?" Jiang Xiaoqi thought for a long time, trying to ask the question as if it were a small talk, but regretted that he shouldn't ask about this.

"Not really, I just met you when you climbed the mountain that day, Jingwan."

Sure enough, when it came to mountain climbing, Uncle Jiang felt guilty and stopped talking.

Jiang Xiaoqi thought, for children from rich families like them, there may be no clear boundaries between friends and girlfriends or even boyfriends. When everyone gets along, they get closer, so close that they are intimate, and when they get bored, they immediately separate, and they are very comfortable.

But Zhou Wei and Huang Zhizi seem to be different, they are like tenants with a harmonious relationship, without any ambiguity, and they are open enough in front of him, an outsider.

Or, he thought it was deep down in his heart, wishing that they were different, that Zhou Wei was not such a random person.

But what does this have to do with him?

Jiang Xiaoqi thought of a question related to himself: "Is this your new way to provoke the family?" He refers to looking for a house outside to stay overnight with the opposite sex.

"Uncle is really smart. Fortunately, my grandpa doesn't think so." Otherwise, he wouldn't be angry.

"childish."

Zhou Wei thought that Jiang Xiaoqi would stand on the standpoint of an elder and criticize him for being willful and not cherishing feathers, but the other party only gave him such an understatement, it seems that his mood has improved a bit, and even the tone of saying this word is slightly conniving.

"Aren't there too many questions?"

Zhou Wei nodded.

"If you want to stay here, go take a shower first, I'll give you 15 minutes." Jiang Xiaoqi took his things from the guest bedroom and went upstairs to change.