mandatory agreement

Wei Ze was a little embarrassed, but because of his face, he couldn't bear to apologize, he hesitated for a while, and said, "I want you to eat."

"Okay." Zhou Xing glanced at the drawing paper that had been torn in two, and made sure that the drawing was useless. He folded the drawing paper, put it away together with the drawing tools, and picked up the lunch box to find an empty space. ready to eat.

He opened the lunch box and found that there was a dish of spicy chicken, a dish of fried pork slices with celery, and the staple food was steamed buns, so he ate them slowly.

Wei Ze stared at it for a while, then suddenly remembered that Zhou Xing couldn't eat spicy food, so he pursed his lower lip and said, "You should eat more celery."

"Okay." Zhou Xing picked up the celery with his chopsticks, and when he realized it, Wei Ze forgot that he didn't like celery anymore.

Zhou Xing is picky about his meals, he can't eat spicy ones, and he doesn't eat celery. There are so many kinds of food in the cafeteria, and Wei Ze picks these two.

After finishing the meal, Zhou Xing took the lunch box to the bathroom to clean it, drained the water, put it back in a packing bag, handed it to Wei Ze, and said, "You go back first, I will draw for a while."

"There is no computer here, let's go back and get it." Wei Ze persuaded again.

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Xing wanted to quarrel with Wei Ze. He bit the nipple in his mouth, suppressed his anger, and said, "Okay, then go back."

Zhou Xing sent Wei Ze to the light rail home as usual, and turned around to get on another light rail with his painting tools. He just made an online reservation for the all-night studio in the library, and planned to catch up with the progress overnight.

Before getting on the light rail, Zhou Xing glanced at his watch. At 22:00, there were still many people on the light rail at this time. He stood holding the handrail for a while, and finally got a seat. Just as he was about to sit down, he saw a person from the corner of his eye. The silver-haired grandma took a step back and gave up her seat directly.

At 23:00, Zhou Xing brushed his bracelet and walked into the all-night studio. He thought he was the only one in there, but he didn’t expect to see a scarlet figure looking at the other’s canvas from a distance, as if he was painting an oil painting .

Zhou Xing withdrew his gaze, found a place at the back of the studio, spread out the paper and tools, and was about to draw a picture when he suddenly realized that he didn't bring the mechanical part with him.

This is too bad--

Zhou Xing swelled his face, so he had to spread out the previous picture first, and follow the previous one to make up the original progress.

His hand speed is not slow. After two hours, he transcribed the old drawing on the new drawing, but he is very energetic, and he really doesn't want to go back like this.

Why didn't you bring the mechanical parts - if you didn't bring it, it would be good to bring a computer and call up the 3D model of the parts.

Wait, Zhou Xing suddenly realized that he could borrow a computer.

The staff of the library basically left during this period of time. Apart from him, there was only the man in front of the studio.

Zhou Xing did a second of mental construction, strode up to the back of the man, and coughed hard.

The man stopped his paintbrush and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Hello, I'm Zhou Xing, a student of Tongzhou Technical College. I want to borrow your computer to call up a mechanical model for reference in drawing. Please."

"I don't have a computer either." The man didn't have the desire to turn around, but responded with a good attitude. "My bracelet has a projection function, maybe it can help."

"thanks……"

Zhou Xing took a step forward, he wanted to see the man's face clearly, and thanked him again, but the man took off the bracelet directly, raised his hand and handed it back.

"Two hours, is it enough?"

"That's enough, thank you, thank you."

Zhou Xing took the bracelet, and only saw the man's pale neck and the abstract oil painting on the drawing board.He guessed that the man didn't want him to see his own face, and he didn't want to have more interaction with him. He turned around and was about to return to his place, but he heard the man say, "My name is Lu."

"Hello, Mr. Lu." Zhou Xing stopped in his tracks, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude.

"Go and draw." Mr. Lu seemed to be smiling, but Zhou Xing didn't turn around to confirm.

There was no password for the wristband, so Zhou Xing only opened the 3D model search website, found the pattern of the mechanical part with his memory, and projected it.

Knowing that time is limited, he wrote faster, and used almost all his experience on drawing. When he came back to his senses, he realized that two hours and 10 minutes had passed.

He rubbed his neck and stood up, only to find that the scarlet shadow in front of him was gone.He turned off the optical brain, and walked forward holding it with his hand, only to find that Mr. Lu's painting was gone, and there was a note clipped on the drawing board he had just stayed on.

It said: I have something urgent to go home. After the optical brain is used up, you can help me express it to this address, and you can pay on delivery——

Zhou Xing knew that the following number represented an encrypted address, he thought about who Mr. Lu was for a few seconds, then gave up, yawned, packed his things and went home.

--

Lu Zheng was burning the painting, the yellow flame ignited the corner of the paper, and the black traces climbed up quickly, the fire light illuminated his face, his arms were slightly hot, but he didn't panic, when the flames were about to engulf his clothes Gently let go of his hand.

The wreckage of the drawing paper was blown up by the wind, and quickly turned into pitch-black charcoal ash. Lu Zheng took the wet towel from his subordinate, wiped every finger repeatedly, and handed the towel back. The subordinate took the towel , Sent for disinfection as usual.

"Send a few taxis over, let him take a taxi and go home early."

"Yes."

"Any news from the Wei family?"

"They turned down your offer."

"reason?"

"The price tag is not high enough."

"Double, let's talk again."

"Yes."