Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Song Yaze carried a guitar on his back and pushed a suitcase full of oil painting tools in his hand.He avoided the twittering of several reporters downstairs, and quickly pressed the elevator to go upstairs.

Pushing open the door and entering the ward, Song Yaze saw Pei Qi watching the night sky by the window sill.He was wearing a large hospital gown, sitting quietly by the window, not saying a word, but his expression was much more relaxed.He has beautiful right-angled shoulders, and his figure looks a little thin under the night wind, but he still has the ethereal temperament as two years ago.

Song Yaze was surprised to find that Pei Qi had already removed the gauze.Three days after the wound was stitched up, the doctor suggested removing the gauze, but he has been reluctant and refused to see the doctor.

Now, his head is bald, showing a standard patient's cut; from the middle of his forehead to his temple, there is a curved scar, which looks like a terrible centipede.

Seeing the shocking trace, Song Yaze's heart ached, and he called softly, "Pei Qi, did you take off the gauze?"

Pei Qi's heart trembled when he heard his deep voice.He looked away from the starry sky and looked at Song Yaze shyly. "Well. I think... I have to face this matter sooner or later..." He made up his mind to show Song Yaze the scar; until now, he was a little embarrassed.

After all, it takes a lot of courage to show the most embarrassing side to the person you like.

"That's great, Pei Qi!" Song Yaze walked over happily, "I didn't expect you to think about it so quickly." Only then did he remember that he still had something with him, so he took off the guitar he was carrying and handed it to him. To Pei Qi.

"This guitar is very heavy, have you been carrying it for a long time?" Pei Qi noticed the thin sweat on his forehead and said distressedly.

"Not tired." Song Yaze wiped off his sweat and smiled lightly. "During these days, you are here to eat and drink well. When you have nothing to do, you can play the guitar and do oil paintings. Try to make your ribs stronger."

Pei Qi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said in frustration, "I may... I will leave Hong Kong in a few days..."

"Leaving Hong Kong?!" Song Yaze was shocked by the sudden news, "So sudden. Where are you going?"

"I want to go back to the mainland." Pei Qi replied softly, "I have already recognized Director Gao as a teacher, and he wants to take me to the mainland to develop... You know, I can't stay in Hong Kong any longer."

"Then you are so lucky!" In response to the good news, Song Yaze couldn't help blurting out his joy for Pei Qi from the bottom of his heart. "Actually, the movie market in mainland China will be even better in the future, and Director Gao will lead you there personally! You guy, you really deserve to be the protagonist..."

Pei Qi didn't quite understand what he meant, he was puzzled for a moment and still couldn't think about it.He opened his mouth with difficulty, looking quite lonely: "In the future...we may not see each other for a long time. But I don't want to live up to the high director's expectations, and I don't want to just fall down like this..."

"You made the right choice, and you have nothing to regret." Song Yaze praised, "If you are really devastated, I still think you are worthless!"

Pei Qi lowered his head, stared at the guitar in his hand, and said slowly, "I don't want to play the guitar today."

He got up, and took out tools with different faces from the suitcase, as well as the semi-finished "Star Traveler" with only the starry sky.Soon, he was setting up the canvas, holding the palette in his left hand and the pen in his right.It has been a long time since he faced greasy and sticky paint. When he picked up the pen, he even felt that painting was something he did in his previous life, and his brushwork was much less familiar.

His gaze was fixed on the boundless night sky, and the sable hair brush rubbed against the rough drawing paper.Pei Qi recalled the scenes of the past two years. He had stepped onto the high-profile podium, was tied up in the underground garage, and endured accusations.

But that's all in the past.The experience of ups and downs made him more emotional.He looked up at the night sky and down at the dazzling lights on the ground.He suddenly had a sore nose, and couldn't help wondering whether people tend to cry more and more as they get older.

"I don't know if it's my illusion." Pei Qi stopped the pen in his hand, "I have been in this circle for three years. I just realized today that I don't seem to belong here."

"Then where do you belong?" Song Yaze saw that Pei Qi's eyes were clear, and he raised his face to stare at the dark night sky, like a fairy, who was about to fly away on the cloud soon.

Pei Qi turned his head and gave Song Yaze a serious look. "I feel like I've never been closer to art than I am now."

"Art?" Song Yaze was a little confused.As a business student, his impression of the word art is still limited to the keywords of "long hair", "lonely" and "expensive tuition".

Pei Qi's lips lifted slightly, this was probably his first smile these days.He applied some white paint, and in a short while, two fat little angels appeared on "Star Traveler".They have curly blond hair, their arms are as delicate as lotus root, and their feathers are white and pure.

"You once said that you want to have a hero, although I still don't know how to define it." Pei Qi took down the canvas and gave Song Yaze the work that was completed after two years. "I think it should be to walk the world and swim the night sky together. This is also my wish!"

Song Yaze took over the oil painting that had just been completed. It was delicate and vivid, and it had Pei Qi's personal characteristics. "I don't know how to appreciate these works of art. Anyway, in the eyes of a layman like me, this painting is quite beautiful."

Pei Qi laughed: "I will come to see you with a better identity in the future." He paused again, "I will never be as embarrassed as I am now."

There was a gentle smile on his face, and the aura of self-importance brought about by his youth and fame had mostly faded away.Song Yaze noticed that even the scar was no longer particularly distorted, probably because of his gentle expression.The ups and downs of life made him seem to grow a lot overnight.

The two did not have a long chat.Not long after, Song Yaze returned home.

A few days later, when he came to visit Pei Qi again, he was told by the nurse that Pei Qi had left without saying goodbye, leaving only a varnished oil painting, which was "Star Traveler" that day...

When Xia Feng visited again, it was the day Pei Qi left Hong Kong.He seemed to be in a good mood, walking around the house with his back on his back; seeing the room that was originally Pei Qi's bedroom, his face was radiant.

He was still holding the dog leash in his hand; only this time, Dung Ball put a collar around his neck, made him a little thinner, and his movements became more vigorous.Because a layer of grease has been removed, it can still be vaguely seen that it used to be a police dog.

Song Yaze made tea for Xia Feng.Xia Feng was impatient to savor it carefully, he took a sip of a small porcelain cup, and behaved boldly.

"Pei Qi has already gone to the mainland. Thank you for the previous incident. Fortunately, you came forward to settle it, otherwise the consequences would have been more serious." Song Yaze thanked him holding a teacup.

"It's nothing to do with a little effort." Xia Feng said with a sly look in his eyes. "I'm here today... Actually, I need your help with something."

"Let's talk." Song Yaze put down his glass and listened carefully.

"I'm going to Taiwan to discuss a business in two days. You may not know that business is becoming more and more difficult now, and you don't know when I will be back." Xia Feng looked relaxed, and his gestures were full of confidence, " I want you to take care of the dung ball for me. Will you?"

Song Yaze glanced at the dog that had begun to lose weight, nodded and said, "Okay. But I've never kept a pet, so I may not be very experienced, so it's better for you to take good care of it."

"It's okay." Xia Feng said cheerfully, and patted the dung ball's head for a rare moment, "It's just for him to lose a few catties."

The two drank tea tacitly.Song Yaze saw that there was a blue and black tattoo on Xia Feng's exposed wrist, so he said, "How long have you been a young and Dangerous boy?"

Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Song Yaze to ask this question on his own initiative. "I started working as a thug at the age of 16. Later, I was in charge of pubs and red-light districts, and then I started to manage it. Finally, I am in charge of the entire Mong Kok today. So it has been 13 years."

Song Yaze pondered for a moment before continuing: "It's very prestigious to do this, but it's also very dangerous. You should know better than me that most gangsters end up miserable."

Xia Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile, "That's right. As far as I know, none of them can live past 60 years old."

"I think...you'd better find a suitable time to quit and stop doing this. Life is more valuable than anything else." Song Yaze persuaded softly, "The insiders want to fight for your seat, and there are police outside. Maybe I have to go to prison to eat..."

"Are you worried about me?" Xia Feng interrupted him with a happy face, "It seems that we are progressing faster than I thought."

"...I only agree with the first half of your sentence." Song Yaze replied, "In short, I hope you will consider my suggestion."

"Of course I will consider your suggestion." Xia Feng rubbed his chin, put down the teacup in his hand, and said solemnly, "I have my own measure."