I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

Zhou Jinhang got into his BMW, started the car, but he didn't intend to drive away for a long time. He held the mobile phone in his right hand, and he already had several backup lists in his mind, but he still couldn't make up his mind who to call.

The screen of the phone flickered on and off, and Liang Ze's number in the address book also flickered back and forth, like silent and deliberate reminders again and again, Zhou Jinhang thought impulsively, fuck it, I'm so cowardly It's been many years, even if I hit the south wall today, I still recognize it.

He rubbed the string of numbers with his fingertips, and when he was about to click on them, the screen suddenly turned, and Liang Ze's name was magnified several times, right in the center of the screen.

Zhou Jinhang was startled for a moment, and then an uncontrollable joy flashed in his eyes, as if being hung up by the other party, he quickly swiped his phone to connect the call.

"Aren't you busy?" Liang Ze's voice came from the receiver, and it hit Zhou Jinhang's eardrums like it was on the apex of his heart.

"Not busy," Zhou Jinhang leaned back in his chair, hurriedly said in order to show that he was not disturbed, "The company is on holiday these days, so I feel flustered."

"That's just right," Liang Ze said, "Zhuo Yu came back from Tibet, and Wei Jie explained that we will get together tomorrow."

"Okay." Zhou Jinhang held the corner of his mouth, "I didn't have a good drink at his place last time."

"Then it's settled," Liang Ze said, "There's not enough people back home, it seems like there hasn't been a time for the four of us to get together after coming back for so long."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely be there." Zhou Jinhang assured him.

Liang Ze smiled, I don't know if he said it casually or meant something, "Wei Jiexin will come with him when he has a girlfriend, it would be embarrassing to be caught in the middle of our gang of elders, if you want friends Let's call together."

The word "friend" seemed very spiritual. Zhou Jinhang heard the voice, as if he was afraid that the other party would misunderstand, he immediately denied, "It's just me."

"All right, I'll just ask casually." Liang Ze said.

Zhou Jinhang had many questions rolling down his throat, and finally chose the safest one to test out, "Wei Jie is really caring about this girlfriend, and he is much more thoughtful than before, why don't you call Ms. Zhao?"

Liang Ze was stunned, recalling what Guan Ling said a few minutes ago, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, Zhou Jinhang was really interested in Zhao Yihuan, and wanted to see him around the corner.Liang Ze was puzzled, these two people had no intersection at the birthday banquet, how did they see each other?

But Liang Ze is not a good gossip, since Zhou Jinhang expressed it so cryptically, he can naturally help.

"I'll try to make an appointment." Liang Ze didn't talk too much, fearing that Zhou Jinhang would be disappointed. "After all, my face is not very valuable with Ms. Zhao."

Hearing Liang Ze's decisive answer, Zhou Jinhang felt mixed feelings in his heart. On the one hand, he felt that with Liang Ze's attitude, Guan Ling's previous words could not be taken seriously, and on the other hand, he felt that his only hope had been shattered again.

Zhou Jinhang's throat was dry, he didn't answer Liang Ze's words, and asked directly, "Is it impossible for you and Zhao Yihuan?"

Liang Ze would definitely find it strange to say this in normal times. Zhou Jinhang is not a person who likes to inquire about gossip. Wei Jie and Zhuo Yu were the first to start dating when they went to school together. Even now, when a few people get together to chat about love history, Zhou Jinhang doesn't seem interested.

But the official told him that Zhou Jinhang took a fancy to Zhao Yihuan, and it seemed a lot more logical to ask this question at this time. It's easy for him to make a move.

Liang Ze thought, although Guan Ling was a bit of a nosy, but it was a reminder to him. Although he had made it clear to Zhao Yihuan, the spectators around thought that the marriage between Liang and Zhao on the day of the birthday banquet was already a big deal. The matter was settled, Liang Ze never cared what others thought, but Zhou Jinhang was a good buddy, he couldn't be perfunctory in this matter.

"Really," Liang Ze smiled, "Maybe not at all, she's not my type."

Zhou Jinhang's hand holding the phone was stiff, he stopped Lenovo, and pretended to be joking, "Don't you like good-looking ones? Isn't she good-looking enough?"

"It's pretty." Liang Ze paused, "But I can't appreciate it."

Zhou Jinhang would like to ask, what do you appreciate?Guan Ling like that?Haven't you always liked girls?

Several questions were stuck in his throat. Zhou Jinhang thought for a while and decided to choose a more tactful one. He just opened his mouth when he heard Liang Ze say, "We have been friends for many years, so there is no need to be too far away from me. If you want to know anything, just ask me." That's enough, there's no need to go to Guan Ling to inquire about it."

Zhou Jinhang's doubts gnashed between his teeth were completely muted because of Liang Ze's words. Right now, he can only be stunned. He left Guan Ling's small dilapidated studio in less than 10 minutes, and the surname Guan reported to Liang Ze so soon?

So what did he say?

What did Liang Ze mean by this?Purely literal or implied?Did he already know what he was thinking from Guan Ling?

Zhou Jinhang was inexplicably uneasy, his palms on the steering wheel were sticky and wet, and he wiped the fabric of his trousers nervously, "Is what Guan Ling said true?"

Liang Ze thought that Zhou Jinhang was asking about his attitude towards Zhao Yihuan, combined with Guan Ling's previous words, Liang Ze answered without thinking, "Of course." After speaking, afraid that Zhou Jinhang might still have concerns, he added, "If Ms. Zhao comes tomorrow, you You can ask her face to face."

Zhou Jinhang froze, Guan Ling's complacent look when he swore that Zhao Yihuan was the witness of his love with Liang Ze flashed across his mind, so he really didn't lie, Guan Ling had already told Liang Ze his "secret", But Liang Ze tactfully asked him to go to Zhao Yihuan for verification, was he giving him room or was he trying to preserve the friendship he had with classmates for so many years?

At this moment, Zhou Jinhang suddenly remembered the night he had a big fight with Cheng Fei not long ago. Cheng Fei opened the album smelling of alcohol, pointed at the four people with their shoulders crossed, and said mockingly, "You're just Just a poor coward."

Indeed, his cowardice and timidity hurt himself. He thought, if he had spoken out his mind regardless of the consequences many years ago, would the result be different from what it is now?At least there is still hope to give it a try, unlike now, empty-handed.

After a long time, Zhou Jinhang asked in a hoarse voice, "Then, is it possible for me?"

The moment he asked this question, he was apprehensive, and his whole body was covered with uneasy emotions. He was afraid of being rejected, like the deep-rooted emotions many years ago, the rejection of conditioned reflex.

"Of course," Liang Ze encouraged, "You are excellent, don't underestimate yourself."

This answer completely exceeded Zhou Jinhang's expectations. He thought that what he was waiting for would be a tactful rejection or silent silence, but he never expected that Liang Ze would say such a thing. Was he implying himself in a disguised form?

Before Zhou Jinhang's joy broke through his throat, Liang Ze hurriedly said "see you tomorrow" and hung up.

The loss of being hit by Guan Ling disappeared in a flash. Isn't there a saying that is good, keep it until the clouds bloom and see the moon. He has been guarding this moon for so many years, and finally he is going to get his wish, but... in his mind Guan Ling's flat face flashed in the middle, Zhou Jinhang squinted his eyes, he had to find a way to clear away the haze that was blocking the bright moon.

Ever since Liang Ze hung up the phone, Guan Ling had been on the bed for half an hour, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he felt tired even by moving his fingers.

He weaves a thick city wall with inconspicuous lies one after another. He hides behind this city wall, uses himself as a bait, and waits for the opportunity to move.

He knows exactly what kind of opponent Zhou Jinhang is, so while his ideas are bold, he is also a little risky. Occasionally, one or two questions flashed through his mind during the half hour. He is living well now, and he really wants to take another risk Is it a risk?

When she just woke up, the resentment she felt towards Liang Ze seemed to have disappeared unconsciously, leaving only a faint sense of guilt deep in her heart. Whenever Guan Ling thought of the shameless things he said to Zhou Jinhang, his heart would shudder. Faint.

He thought, from now on, he has to treat Liang Ze better, maybe he won't be able to obey orders, at least he can restrain himself from attacking him when the other party insults him without principle.

There was a knock on the door, and Guan Ling's thoughts were interrupted. He turned his face and glanced in the direction of the entrance, propped himself up on the bed and slowly sat up, saying "Go in".

Zhang Ping stood at the door with a food box in her arms and half a taro cake in her mouth. Seeing Guan Ling's listless face, she swallowed back the words that came to her lips and said vaguely, "Boss, are you Are you sick?"

"Yeah." Guan Ling nodded and jumped off the bed, took half a glass of water that was on the desk and drank it down, "heartache."

"Ah?" Zhang Ping was sitting on the door frame, with a gossip look on her face, "Lovesick?"

"Are you okay?" Guan Ling put down the cup and fell back on the bed regardless of his image.

"The only paintings we have were given away by you, what are you going to do next?" Zhang Ping changed her serious face again, and swallowed the taro cake in her mouth, "I have to ask clearly so that I can find someone else." .”

"Who are you looking for?" Guan Ling sat up again with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's about to close down and I won't find another home. Are you raising me?" Zhang Ping rolled his eyes at him, "Although these paintings are not worth a lot today, they are worth a lot if they are piled up. You are such a picky person. They were all given away, what are you going to do if you don’t plan to close the shop?”

"When selling paintings is not for a long time, I plan to hold an art training class," Guan Ling said, "The recruitment criteria for students range from beginners to art examinees. After the training class is established as a training school, I will consider enrolling adult interest classes."

This idea is far more far-sighted than selling paintings. Let’s not talk about the enrollment standards. From the training class to the training school, Zhang Ping opened her mouth in shock. I'm free to come up with a plan, and there are advertisements."

The corner of Zhang Ping's mouth twitched several times in a row, and the expression on his face finally changed from astonishment to ridicule from the Arabian Nights class, "Are you sick and stupid?"

This is not the compliment that Guan Ting wanted to hear, he frowned with displeasure on his face, "What about your boss?"

"Let's not talk about whether students can be recruited." Zhang Ping felt that the degree of difficulty of this plan was higher than that of a resident artist who went to the Academy of Fine Arts to attract students to work in the studio. She shook her head impossibly. , who can teach?"

After Zhang Ping finished speaking, she denied herself, "You have seen my level. I hung a painting in our studio for 50 yuan and bought it for a person who barely has eyesight. Needless to say, boss, no one will buy a ghost painting talisman." house on the wall, unless it's a haunted house."

Is it the first time someone belittled him so much in front of him at such a young age?Town house?

Those who don't know are not surprised, Guan Ling didn't care about Zhang Ping, he raised his hand and swept away the extra things on the desk, tore off the semi-finished work on the top, and beckoned to Zhang Ping for her to come over.

Zhang Ping curiously took a few steps forward and walked to the end of the bed. When she glanced at the painting on the desk, her eyes widened. What caught her eyes was a series of criss-crossing colorful lines. The colors ranged from light to dark. It was a small mosaic with gradient colors, but Zhang Ping could tell at a glance that it was a face, a man's face, made up of these irregular colored lines.

Zhang Ping was stunned, her expression changed from initial astonishment to disbelief, Guan Ling raised an eyebrow at her, "How is it?"

Zhang Ping opened her mouth bluntly, and asked in disbelief, "Don't say you drew this painting?"

"I drew it." Guan Ling looked smug, "Do you think I am qualified to recruit students if I run a training school?"

"You..." Zhang Ping leaned into the desk, her eyes were glued to the blob of color, "Don't you only know how to draw stick figures?"

"I'm very talented," Guan Ling said, "I was in seclusion for two days before, and suddenly I opened up the second channel of Ren and Du, and suddenly I will be able to."

Zhang Ping is not a three-year-old child, and Guan Ling's words are too fake, she doesn't believe it at all, but she has stayed in this small studio for so long, and she knows Guan Ling well, even though he is a studio His boss is a complete handicap.

Perhaps because she was too shocked at the moment, Zhang Ping forgot to ask for a while, and shouted excitedly to the officer, "Are you finally switching from selling meat/body to selling talents?"

"Who is selling flesh/body?" Guan Ling was very resistant to her inappropriate words, "I'm selling my face at most. You are still a graduate student anyway. I suggest you study Chinese language and literature more."

"Don't pay attention to those details," Zhang Ping gently held the painting in both hands, as if holding some rare treasure, "Can this painting be given to me? I’m not even half a fan anymore, but I think this painting makes him very vivid, I like it very much!”

"It's too casual for you to like it," Guan Ling clicked his tongue, "If someone breaks the news, you will lose your fans. Your will is too weak."

"No way," Zhang Ping shrugged. "A large number of people in the painting circle resisted him. I have to rely on that circle to find long-term painters to supply our store. I can only follow the trend and lose my fans."

Guan Ling has not paid attention to this matter since he saw the headlines in the newspaper that day, and he has not paid attention to the dynamics of the painting circle since he changed his identity. the point.

Unwilling to rush to his heart, he said to Zhang Ping with a sullen face, "I give you the painting, but there is one condition."

Zhang Ping nodded immediately, "Tell me, as long as the wages are not in arrears, everything is fine."

"From now on," Guan Ling said, "fan me."

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