The Romance of a Young Painter

Wen Juan was invited to have dinner together at noon, Zhou Nianjiu didn't stay in the courtyard for too long, Fang Leye was still sleeping when he got home, Zhou Nianjiu mercilessly woke him up.

Fang Leye rolled around on the bed and refused to get up.

"Writer Fang Da who played the game for four days, do you still remember the feeling of the little black room?" Zhou Nianjiu said.

Fang Leye wailed, and said, "Zhou Xiaonian, how can you be so cruel, so ruthless, and so unreasonable? Do you still have friendship? Do you still have sympathy?"

Zhou Nianjiu shook her head and said, "Sorry, no."

"You can have this, Zhou Xiaonian." Fang Leye struggled to get out of the bed, and said, "If you don't have sympathy, a little coffee and tea leaves are fine, the deadline is 24 o'clock tonight, if you don't hang your head, you will really die. "

Zhou Nianjiu's family didn't usually prepare these things, and Fang Leye brought them here, but this time Fang Leye came in a hurry, and now the clothes he was wearing were borrowed from Zhou Nianjiu, let alone other things.

"It really is." Zhou Nianjiu took out the tea leaves that Shen Guangji had wrapped for him before.

Fang Leye took it over: "So caring, are you still the Zhou Xiaonian I know?"

Zhou Nianjiu said, "A friend just gave it to me."

Fang Leye opened it and said, "Hey, top quality." Seeing Zhou Nianjiu's confused face, he explained, "You can't produce much tea of ​​this grade in a year, and this bag should weigh half a catty. Your friend is generous. "

Zhou Nianjiu remembered Shen Guangji's calm appearance when he wrapped tea for him, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm afraid he doesn't take these things to heart."

Fang Leye asked: "The one from the morning? Are you meeting the foundation so soon?"

Zhou Nianjiu said: "What kind of face base? He's not a netizen. He's near the east gate of the park. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I went to meet him."

Holding the bag of tea leaves, Fang Leye's mind was spinning rapidly: he can get this kind of tea, live in that place, he is a painter, and his surname is Shen...

Afraid that he would fall asleep again, Zhou Nianjiu poked him and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Fang Leye asked with a sullen face, "Isn't your friend just called Shen Guangji?"

Zhou Nianjiu asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

Fang Leye let out a "hehe" and said, "Don't worry about it, Zhou Xiaonian, you must remember not to tell him that you know me."

Zhou Nianjiu said, "Why?"

Fang Leye thought for a while, and then said: "Forget it, it's nothing if he knows, anyway, he won't bother with my business."

Zhou Nianjiu looked at Fang Leye jumping up from the bed inexplicably, made a cup of strong tea with the legendary top-quality tea, and then nested on the sofa and typed seriously, but the serious expression matched with a chicken nest head, there was a kind of inexplicable Funny.

About half an hour later, Wen Juan arrived.

"Is this going to be eaten at home?" Zhou Nianjiu saw Wen Juan was carrying a bunch of vegetables in his hand.

"Yeah, Dad said that you definitely don't eat less takeaways, and asked me to tell you to open more restaurants." Wen Ju'an put a bag of things in the refrigerator, and then went directly to the kitchen to prepare dishes. Although his craftsmanship is not as good as Wenming's, but Compared to Zhou Nianjiu, she is much stronger.

"What are you going to do?" Zhou Nianjiu is not very enthusiastic about cooking. It is an occasional thing, but he is used to living here, and he doesn't want to invite aunts, so he leans over to change the subject, "Tomato beef, this piece is made for fish. Let’s take slices, huh? Why is there still osmanthus root? You brought it from home?”

Wen Ju'an saw through his intentions and didn't say anything. He followed his younger brother's words and said, "I made it in the staff kitchen by chance when I was working overtime last night. When it came out, the taste was soaked just right."

Zhou Nianjiu liked this side dish very much, before it was time to eat, he cut open a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, saying: "I haven't eaten this for a long time, brother, there are really not many restaurants in city B that can make this well food."

Wen Ju'an said: "I left one for you in the refrigerator, don't eat too much at one time, be careful of food accumulation."

"Got it." Zhou Nianjiu couldn't help but ate another slice while talking.

Hearing Zhou Nianjiu's delicious food, Fang Leye raised his head from the screen, licked his face, and asked: "Brother Wen, I heard that today is either sour or sweet, can you get me something to eat?"

"If you buy green peppers, you can make stir-fried pork with green peppers." Wen Juan said.

"Brother Wen Wan..." Fang Leye cheered.

Before he finished speaking, Wen Juan added: "But if you want to eat, you have to do it yourself."

"This differential treatment," Fang Leye said to Zhou Nianjiu with a sad face, "Zhou Xiaonian, do you think it's too late for me to recognize my relatives?"

Zhou Nianjiu responded to him mercilessly: "Brother is mine, and I won't lend it out."

Wen Juan raised the corners of his mouth, and put the prepared tomato beef brisket into the casserole.

"Hmph, people are under the eaves, let's forget about today. Let's see, when our great writers develop, we must hire ten cooks at home, five for Sichuan cuisine, five for Hunan cuisine, and change the method 30 days a month Make it spicy." Fang Leye, the kitchen terminator, made a wish to the sky.

Wen Juan left after lunch. He had a meeting in the afternoon and had to rush back to City S in the evening. The schedule was very tight.

Fang Leye even finished drafting there after eating, and basically didn't move around except to go to the toilet.

Zhou Nianjiu, the master, has become the most idle one. He plans to continue to go to Xishan to try his luck. City B, as the political center of Huaguo, has been doing a lot of construction for many years. Many places have been demolished and built. If you want to find a place for more than 20 years It is really not an easy task to build an old yard that has existed for some years.Zhou Nianjiu has been running there intermittently for more than half a year after graduation. There is still no progress in the news about the Zhou family's old house. However, he found many old buildings and drew some special things. This is a part of his root-seeking process. item harvest.

After running around for a long time and finding nothing, Zhou Nianjiu used a pen to paint a small area on the map.

In the evening, he took the bus back. It was the rush hour, and the crowd in the car was crowded. He stood at the back and looked out the window. There was a strong wind last night. Today the sky is beautiful, and the afterglow of the sun dyed the clouds red He has seen this kind of scenery countless times in City B, and every time he thinks of the impromptu painting by Shen Guangji, which is magnificent and full of deep meaning. After four years, I don’t know how far he will go, right? How about entering the new field he wants to explore?This morning, they made an appointment to bring each other's works during this time when they meet next time.

Thinking of this, Zhou Nianjiu couldn't wait to see Shen Guangji again, so when he got off the car, he sent Shen Guangji a message:

Do you have time tomorrow?I want to see your paintings.

There was a quick reply:

Come all day, anytime.

Zhou Nianjiu became a frequent visitor to the courtyard house. When he had free time, he would drink tea with Shen Guangji, communicate, and draw pictures.

Meng Meng welcomed this. When the weather was a little warmer, she moved the Guqin from her room outside. When Zhou Nianjiu and Shen Guangji were painting there, she was playing some shapes or zithers. An unformed tune.

Zhou Nianjiu soon became acquainted with her.He found that falling in love with Meng Meng is really an easy thing. She is beautiful, talented, and can bring happiness to people. This is probably the reason why he chose Meng Meng as his girlfriend in the dream.

But before he could talk to Meng Meng, Meng Meng first said to him: "Zhou Nianjiu, I like you."

How could a girl like Meng Meng like him?Zhou Nianjiu thought, most of the time he is dull and boring, he knows little about painting except painting, he is not used to laughing, and he is not very good at speaking nice words to coax girls.

When he asked Meng Meng this question, Meng Meng asked him back with a smile: "Do you need a reason to like someone?"

Zhou Nianjiu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Meng Meng didn't ask Zhou Nianjiu if she liked her or not, she seemed to just want to say what she had to say, and she didn't care whether the other party responded or not.

When they were talking about this, Shen Guangji was beside him, his brush paused, and then lightly dropped a stroke.

When Haitang was vomiting, Zhou Nianjiu met Shen Guangqing, Meng Meng's mother. She was a beautiful woman with an inherent arrogance in her eyes.

"Who is he?" Shen Guangqing asked Shen Guangji unceremoniously when she saw Zhou Nianjiu who was painting in the yard.

Before Shen Guangji could speak, Meng Meng said first: "Mom, he is my friend, I invite him to come over as a guest."

Shen Guangqing glanced at Meng Meng in surprise, her expression softened a bit, but she still revealed her displeasure, and said, "Next time you invite a friend to your house, you must tell your mother."

"Mom, you usually take care of everything, so it's not a big deal. Besides, there is still my uncle here." Meng Meng hugged Shen Guangqing's arm and acted like a baby.

Zhou Nianjiu stood up early, saw Meng Meng gesturing to him, and quickly said, "Hi, I'm Zhou Nianjiu."

"Hello." Shen Guangqing nodded slightly, then looked at him with dark and heavy eyes.

Zhou Nianjiu met those eyes, and the other's eyes were scrutinizing, but he didn't flinch, he just couldn't help but think of Meng Xing.Meng Xing has a pair of eyes similar to Shen Guangqing's, except that Shen Guangqing's eyes are pond water, while Meng Xing's is ice. Zhou Nianjiu believes that their experience makes them different. If Shen Guangqing's deepness is due to years of immersion in shopping malls, what about Meng Xing?What did he experience back then that could make a deep pool freeze into ice?

"Sister, why are you free to come over today?" Shen Guangji said suddenly, he was still sitting behind his easel, and didn't mean to stop painting because of Shen Guangqing's arrival.

"I made an appointment with a client in Xiaotangshan, so I stopped by to have a look." Shen Guangqing looked away, she brushed off the dust that didn't exist on her coat, and said as she walked in, "Little brother, come in with me."

Shen Guangji put down his paintbrush, and gently closed the door when he entered.

Zhou Nianjiu whispered to Meng Meng in embarrassment: "Does your mother not like people at home?"

Meng Meng winked at him and said, "Menopause, don't take it to heart."

Zhou Nianjiu said "Oh", and said, "Why don't I go back first."

Meng Meng pulled him back and said, "No, my uncle will take care of it. Besides, it would be nice if she could stay for 10 minutes."

Sure enough, Shen Guangqing came out after a while, and her complexion has improved a lot. She hastily told Meng Meng something, and before leaving, she said to Zhou Nianjiu gently: "Xiao Zhou, welcome to come often in the future."