I am fickle

Song Zhiye forgot a lot of things after waking up, naturally including that sentence about He Yutong and that picture of a beauty.

He stared at the picture of the beauties on the wall for a long time, then laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said, "So Song Heyu likes such a woman, I think he has the heart of a monk."

When Song Heyu came in with shredded chicken porridge, his face turned dark again, and Song Zhiye quickly snatched the porridge from his hand and giggled.

"do not you remember?"

Song Zhiye raised his eyes, not knowing why.

"Remember what? Could it be that I saw you having a tryst with the girl in the painting, and then you became so angry that you knocked me out." Song Heyu was very speechless about his wild imagination, and sometimes wished that his mouth would never open.

"You did the painting."

Song Zhiye was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "I mean, no wonder it's so pretty."

This person's face was really thick, Song Heyu closed his eyes speechlessly.

Song Zhiye blew on the small bowl in his hand, and said casually: "I vaguely remember, you seem to be very surprised, why, like it?"

"Ah."

"Which one do you like?"

Song Heyu stared at him blankly, Song Zhiye patted his forehead: "I'm asking you, do you like paintings or beauties?"

"The woman in the painting."

"You are beautiful in every mountain, and there are many young talents and beautiful women. How come you are fascinated by a painting?" Song Zhiye shook his head and said.

Song Heyu poured a cup of tea on his own, his eyes drifted to the lark on the willow tree outside the window, and said: "I once, dreamed of such a woman, she was holding my picture with a wreath in her hand and humming sweetly. song."

Song Zhiye thought that the woman Song Heyu could never forget must be a stunner, "Then why don't you paint?"

"After waking up, I can remember her appearance clearly, but I can't draw it in my hand. It's really strange."

"It seems that you really want to see her." Song Zhiye looked at the woman in the painting and smiled.

Song Heyu glanced at the picture of beauty indifferently, and smiled helplessly: "It's good if there is fate."

"Brother Song, I'm getting married soon, so maybe it's not easy to continue entertaining you."

Song Zhiye looked at him in surprise, firstly because of his polite words about Brother Song, and secondly because the news of his marriage was so thunderous. "You... don't you like the woman in the painting..."

"Marriage is the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, and one's own wishes are not important."

"When will you get married?"

"next month."

In such a hurry, in such a hurry, Song Zhiye almost choked on the shredded chicken porridge. "Brother Song, what's the matter?"

"I guess it's because I feel really uncomfortable when I think of being homeless in the future with no food to eat and no one to care about."

"That's great. People who have nothing to worry about are the easiest to satisfy."

Song Heyu suddenly found himself seeing Song Zhiye more and more pleasing to his eyes, and said again: "Brother Song actually called me Heyu yesterday, think about it, we have known each other for seven or eight days."

It has been seven or eight days, and the time is so fast, Song Zhiye put away his usual stubborn appearance: "Do you really like the woman in the painting?"

"The first time I was tempted, I will never forget it in this life."

Song Zhiye nodded, patted Song Heyu's shoulder heavily, and smiled: "Don't worry, I've met that girl, you will definitely meet."

Song Heyu stared at Song Zhiye with sparkling eyes, and Song Zhiye smiled with satisfaction. He really wanted to take out the brush to draw the bright smiling eyes of the boy in front of him.

When you are happy, why do I want to laugh so much?