startled autumn

Shen Zhiqiu sat in Han Bi's residence for a long time, but still didn't know what he was here for today.

There was tea and pastries in front of him, the soft cushion was leaning on his back, and there was a warm copper stove by his side. Han Bi was sitting opposite him, with his eyes closed, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.

Many people are most afraid of the sudden silence of the air, except for Shen Zhiqiu.

He just sat there in a daze, without changing his posture; he just stared at Han Bi expressionlessly, without changing his eyes.

Han Bi closed his eyes, thinking a lot.

The first is why Shen Zhiqiu hasn't talked to him yet.

Although he was the one who invited him to the house as a guest, Han Bi's status is dignified, and he has always been the only one to curry favor with him, and no one to come to chat with him. If it was someone else at this moment, he would have already changed [-] topics to arouse his attention. It's time to talk, but this Shen Zhiqiu is really like a log, so he doesn't know how to grasp the opportunity.

The second is why Shen Zhiqiu kept staring at him.

Han Bi thought carefully about his attire today, and felt that everything was in order, and there was no stain on his face. It was not the first time Shen Zhiqiu saw him, and he should have lost his curiosity. Have a picture?

Han Bi thought for a long time, and Shen Zhiqiu also looked at him for a long time.

In the end, Han Bi bowed down: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Shen Zhiqiu said slowly: "When speaking, you must meet the other party's eyes, so as to show respect."

Han Biqi asked, "What does this have to do with you staring at me?"

Shen Zhiqiu replied honestly: "I'm afraid that you will suddenly talk to me, so I have to prepare in advance."

……

Han Bi was a little skeptical about life.

Seeing that Han Bi was resting his forehead with his palm, Shen Zhiqiu worried and asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Bi said indifferently: "It's my fault." You shouldn't judge you with the thinking of a smart person.

Shen Zhiqiu: "?"

Han Bi rubbed his forehead, stood up, and looked at him condescendingly: "I invited you here today, don't you wonder why?"

Shen Zhiqiu was really curious at this moment when he said that: "Yes, why?"

Han Bi suddenly felt that it would be a waste of time to talk to him in a roundabout way, so he decided to get to the point: "I invite you to see a painting." This time, he even omitted the word appreciation.

Shen Zhiqiu shook his head: "I don't know how to evaluate these things."

Han Bi: "Just watch but don't talk, so you can do it?"

Shen Zhiqiu nodded, and felt that Han Bi treated him very well. For a refined person like Han Bi, when he tasted paintings with him, he just watched silently and didn't ask for anything. He couldn't help being moved for a moment.

Seeing that his expression softened suddenly, Han Bi knew that his thoughts must have gone astray again. He wanted to ask him, but was afraid that he would make him mad, so he finally endured it.

Han Bi took out a painting and unfolded it on the table, he saw that the painting was a freehand landscape, splashed with ink, quite artistic.

There is an inscription and a monogram on the painting.

The inscription is "Sudden metabolism in spring and autumn, lovesickness for another year", and the monogram is a variant of the character Liu, with a bend in it, which means breaking willow.

Shen Zhiqiu approached and took a look. Although he didn't know how to draw, his eyes still wandered around it carefully, and finally stopped on the inscription, unable to move his eyes for a long time.

He watched it for a long time, so long that Han Bi couldn't wait.

He was about to speak, when suddenly Shen Zhiqiu pulled his sleeve.

Han Bi couldn't help being taken aback, after all, this was the first time his sleeves were pulled by someone, and he asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhiqiu kept his mouth shut, looked at him in embarrassment, and tugged at his sleeve again.

Han Bi felt that he had caught his trick: "You want to talk?"

Shen Zhiqiu nodded.

Han Bi: "...tell me."

Shen Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Just now you told me not to talk, I can only do this."

Han Bi's heart was calm, but he raised his hand to gently smooth the creases on his sleeves, "What do you want to say?"

Shen Zhiqiu said cautiously: "Mr. Han, can you tell me who painted this painting?"

Han Bi evaded, "I just bought it on a whim."

These words sounded true at first glance, but the implication in the words was false. If it were an ordinary smart person, one would know that Han Bi either really didn't know, or he just didn't want to say it perfunctorily. It's a pity that Shen Zhiqiu is not even an ordinary smart person, and he didn't understand the meaning of Han Bi's words.

Shen Zhiqiu: "Mr. Han, please tell me where you bought this painting."

Han Bi smiled and said, "I won't tell you."

Shen Zhiqiu: "This matter is very important to me..."

Han Bi interrupted him: "Why do you want to know?"

Shen Zhiqiu: "..."

Seeing his hesitation, Han Bi pretended to be annoyed and said, "Since you refuse to tell me the cause and effect, there is no need to ask any more."

His stature was originally taller than Shen Zhiqiu's, and besides, he had excellent eyes, narrow and long at the end of his eyes when he was solemn, and he was not angry but powerful, which made Shen Zhiqiu panic, but it was not because he was frightened, but because he had no reason. Emotions that have nowhere to go, come suddenly, and then escape.

Shen Zhiqiu lowered his head in embarrassment: "It's something about my past."

Han Bi felt that the fish had already taken the bait: "Oh?"

Shen Zhiqiu: "I'm not very clear about the cause and effect, and I don't know where to start."

"I'm just asking." Han Bi said coldly, "If Mr. Shen thinks Han is not trustworthy, just say so."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left Shen Zhiqiu with a simple back view, but it seemed to contain a thousand words.

Shen Zhiqiu was used to self-examination, and felt guilty all of a sudden, he went around in front of Han Bi instead of three steps, and was about to make amends to him: "It's my fault."

Before he finished speaking, Han Bi turned around, leaving behind a shadow and a sigh.

Shen Zhiqiu: "..."

Shen Zhiqiu spent ten years in the capital, and all practiced swordsmanship in Moyi, so among the people he met, there were often many who could fight, but few who could talk. Xiao Shaoling always was too lazy to talk when he could fight. Yue Yin once said cryptically that his speech was too blunt and easy to be misunderstood. This made Shen Zhiqiu puzzled, but at the same time felt that what Yue Yin said was reasonable.

Until the last time he sat and talked with Han Bi, he felt the joy of talking with people for a long time.Although most of what he said at that time was boring, and there were some impoliteness from time to time, Han Bi never paid attention to it, instead, he listened patiently and explained to him from time to time, so that he felt something.

This time friendship, he engraved in his heart.

After introspecting in this way, he finally found that the problem was that Han Bi was ignoring him now.

Shen Zhiqiu knew that he was not good at words, and he seldom made friends with such a delicate mind like Han Bi. He wanted to speak, but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. After hesitating, he had to stand behind Han Bi like a dull gourd, but he didn't say a word. sent.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Han Bi thought he was playing it off, and couldn't help but secretly complained that Shen Zhiqiu was really stupid. He was about to turn around and break the deadlock, but felt that it was very embarrassing, so he hesitated for a while.

A moment later.

Shen Zhiqiu lowered his head, just in time to see Han Bi stretched out his hand with his back turned to him.

Han Bi's white and slender hand was slightly hidden in the wide-cut sleeves. Shen Zhiqiu saw that hand swaying backwards, and then stopped motionless in the air.

This hint was extremely difficult to understand, but Shen Zhiqiu understood it, and carefully touched Han Bi's sleeve, and tugged lightly.

Han Bi naturally felt his movements.

"Do you want to talk?"

Shen Zhiqiu thought for a while, and replied according to the conversation just now: "You didn't want to listen to me just now, so I can only do something wrong."

Han Bi turned around and said with a smile, "Let's talk."

The two actually reconciled like this.

When Shen Zhiqiu was talking to people, he always had to look directly into his eyes. Now that Han Biyu was smiling, his eyes were still shining brightly, and one could tell that he was not angry. Shen Zhiqiu finally felt relieved.

Seeing that this man was still tugging at his sleeves, Han Bi couldn't help but feel a little awkward. After recovering, he felt that he was so stupid with this Shen Zhiqiu just now, and wanted to kill him for a moment, but then Since he couldn't take action, he sighed: "You can let go."

Shen Zhiqiu quickly took his hand back.

Han Bi was very tired: "What do you want to say about this painting?"

After this battle, Shen Zhiqiu felt a lot more relaxed: "I don't understand the painting, but I may know the person who wrote the inscription."

Han Bi raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Shen Zhiqiu didn't know what kind of schemes Han Bi was planning, but he just revealed everything: "The friend I told you about ten years ago has handwriting very similar to the person who wrote this inscription."

Han Bi originally only wanted to try his luck, but unexpectedly, he actually got a big prize.

But Han Bi still said cautiously: "Maybe it's just similar."

Shen Zhiqiu: "Ten years ago, he celebrated my birthday and gave me a letter. I will not admit my mistake."

Han Bi didn't speak, but just led him to sit aside.

Shen Zhiqiu was surrounded by his quiet eyes, and his thoughts gradually returned to ten years ago.

"That friend of mine is called Fang Hezi, but it's not Fang Hezi..."