cute naive

At seven o'clock in the morning, Song Wenyuan moved his eyes away from the phone screen and looked across the table, his eyes softened. He saw Kang Tianzhen curled up in the booth, sleeping on his little panda pillow, full of sleep.

I heard that his grandmother was an American, but she didn't look like a common mixed-race child at all, only her skin color was slightly fairer than ordinary people, and under the dim light of the teahouse, it became more and more greasy like suet.

Song Wenyuan walked over like a ghost, and half-kneeled in front of his booth, lifted his slightly curly forehead hair with one hand, leaned over and kissed him.

Suddenly there was a sound of brisk footsteps nearby, Song Wenyuan came back to his senses, and turned his head suddenly, just in time to see a waiter walking over with a thermos bottle.

Stared at by his sharp eyes, the waiter stopped in embarrassment, froze for a few seconds, and asked with a low eyebrow, "Sir, do you still need hot water?"

"No need, thank you," Song Wenyuan said expressionlessly, watching her disappear around the corner, and turned to look at Kang Tianzhen.

He slept very deeply, probably really tired these few days, the pillow squeezed the baby's fat cheeks, making his bright red mouth slightly open, so plump and tender that it was tempting to commit crimes.

Song Wenyuan raised his hand and drew in front of his picturesque brows, and finally closed his eyes painfully, restraining the urge to kiss.

——This seemingly innocent person is like opium to me. Once contaminated, he will turn into a demon, tempting himself step by step into an inescapable abyss.

Compared with the sourness of a secret love, the avoidance of the other party after the window paper is pierced will be even more unacceptable to him. If he has never had this idea, then he would rather be a companion forever.

Perhaps sensing someone beside him, Kang Tianzhen squirmed twice, purred vaguely like a cat basking in the sun, and asked inarticulately, "Song Wenyuan, what time is it?"

"It's seven o'clock," Song Wenyuan patted his face, "Go back to the hotel and sleep on the bed."

Kang Tianzhen closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curled up stubbornly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't have the strength to walk anymore, you can carry me back."

"Then just lie here," Song Wenyuan stood up, "I'm going back."

"Hey," Kang Tianzhen groaned up and grabbed the hem of his clothes, "I really don't have the strength to walk, this booth is so short, my legs are numb from curling up in it."

Song Wenyuan was skeptical.

Kang Tianzhen shook his legs twice, and said aggrievedly, "Although he has been following the cute route, he can be regarded as a long-legged Oppa anyway."

The two legs are quite long and a bit thin. I don't know what the scene will be like when I take off the jeans that are in the way. Song Wenyuan shook his head, and drove out the thoughts that shouldn't be there, and said lightly, "The legs are numb. You can climb back with your hands."

"Fuck, you are so cruel!" Kang Tianzhen's eyes widened, "It's a shame to PLAY, he is still a child, so you don't care about him."

"Children?" Song Wenyuan glanced at him and said with a smile, "Then I only care about mentally handicapped children."

Before he finished speaking, Kang Tianzhen's whole body twitched violently, his mouth was crooked, his eyes were cross-eyed, the corners of his mouth were drooling, and his hands trembled slightly in front of his chest in the shape of chicken feet...

"..." Song Wenyuan looked calm on the outside and wanted to slap him in the heart: what the hell is this guy!

Five minutes later, Song Wenyuan held Kang Tianzhen's pillow in one hand and Kang Tianzhen in the other, dragged him out of the teahouse, took a taxi at the door, and stuffed him in. Sleeping on the seat became a dog.

Song Wenyuan sat in the co-pilot's seat and looked back, and Lei laughed at the guy's sleeping posture with his waist slumped and his buttocks upturned.

I am doomed to be conscientious and work hard in my life, if I don't have that chance encounter on the antique street, how boring it would be!

Back at the hotel, Zhao Liang had finished his work and was lying naked on the bed in a dark sleep. When he heard them coming in, he only opened one eye, looked at it and then closed it tiredly.

Song Wenyuan ignored him, put Kang Tianzhen on his bed, shook off the quilt, and Kang Tianzhen automatically wriggled into the bed with the pillow in his arms.

He chuckled, picked up his pajamas and walked into the bathroom, after a brief wash, he came out with a suddenly gloomy face, "Don't touch my things."

Zhao Liang put on a pajamas and sat obliquely at the head of the bed, holding the ancient painting presented by the old man in his hand, unfolding it gently under the bedside lamp, when he heard his voice, he did not retort as usual, but lowered his voice Nodding his head and continuing to appreciate, he said lightly, "Where did this painting come from?"

"Meet by chance," Song Wenyuan looked at him strangely, "Why? Is there a problem?"

"There is no author's signature, but the bell is stamped with the collection seal of the royal family of the three dynasties," Zhao Liang said, "but any counterfeiter with a brain would not make such a mistake."

Song Wenyuan's heart moved, he walked over, took Zhao Liang's magnifying glass, leaned over to observe carefully on the ancient painting, raised his head, and looked at the other's jade-like cheek under the shadow of the lamp, "Do you think this is the real thing?"

"Little brother, let senior brother teach you one more thing. If it's too fake, it's true." Zhao Liang smiled slightly, pointing to the cloud and smoke on the upper left of the ancient painting, "This one is slightly painted on top of ink, Simple and profound, it is Huang Gongwang’s style of painting.” His skinny fingers slid down to the river and mountains below. , and look at the pavilions, towers and pavilions here, the brushwork is mellow and gentle, quite like Zhao Mengwan's plotting history. Combined with the long pine branches, the author is out of ten/nine is Tang Di Tang Zihua..."

Kang Tianzhen was in a daze of sleep, when she heard someone talking next to her ear, she struggled to open her eyes, she couldn't help being stunned, and saw Zhao Liang casually tilted at the head of the bed on the opposite side of the bed, with her pajamas draped at a slant, revealing a part of her body. With a slender and white waist, Song Wenyuan was also wearing pajamas, listening intently to his low-pitched explanation.

Both of them have outstanding looks, so under the shadow of the lights, they are as pleasing to the eye as world famous paintings.

But Kang Tianzhen didn't feel the slightest joy. For some reason, something seemed to be fermenting in his heart. Hearing the two discussing softly, he felt a little aggrieved for no reason.

Song Wenyuan glanced here from the corner of his eye, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he waved, "Come on, naive, come and have a look, we have a new discovery in this painting."

"What new discovery?" Kang Tianzhen climbed out of bed, "Is this painting weird?"

Zhao Liang glanced at him, and said mockingly, "One of you is Huang Xingyun's disciple, and the other is Kong Xin's nephew. It's ridiculous that the two of you can judge the truth together."

Kang Tianzhen lowered his head to study the ancient painting, "Is this painting real? But there is no author, yet it bears so many royal seals."

"This is the collective creation of painters in the Yuan Dynasty, of course there is no author," said Zhao Liangdao, "Such a national treasure-level landscape painting jointly created by many painters such as Huang Gongwang, Zhu Derun, Tang Zihua, Ke Jiusi, Zhang Wo, is of course worthy of the Three Dynasties Royal Collection Seal."

Kang Tianzhen frowned, took the magnifying glass and appraised it inch by inch, and watched it for more than 20 minutes before straightening up, looking at Song Wenyuan, and seeing the answer in the other's eyes.

—— Zhao Liang is right.

Song Wenyuan suddenly started changing clothes, Kang Tianzhen was a little confused, "What are you doing?"

"Go to the hospital, if this painting is genuine, then we will have made too much money from the old man," Song Wenyuan said anxiously, "Do you want to go together?"

"Ah, of course."

Song Wenyuan took off his pajamas, revealing his strong and sexy back muscles. Zhao Liang leaned on the head of the bed, looked at him with a half-smile, and smiled at Kang Tianzhen, "Look how good he is."

"Yes, yes," Kang Tianzhen drooled, "The muscles are so beautiful."

Zhao Liang smiled and squeezed his cheek, "Enjoy it when you can."

"...What?" Kang Tianzhen was a little taken aback by what he said, "How do you enjoy it?"

Zhao Liang laughed loudly, "Between a man and a man, you should..."

"Shut up," Song Wenyuan interrupted him, quickly put on his clothes, and gave him a cold look, "You can be as crazy as you like, don't lead your innocence astray."

Zhao Liang raised the corners of his lips, smiled maliciously, and didn't speak any more.

Kang Tianzhen was not happy, and shouted at Song Wenyuan, "What do you mean?"

"I didn't mean to offend you." Song Wenyuan changed his shoes and socks, stood up and straightened his collar, rubbed Kang Tianzhen's hair, "Let's go."

Kang Tianzhen followed him, thinking while walking, "You are offending me, the subtext of what you said just now is that I am innocent, I do not have as much experience as you..."

"Well, well, you are not innocent, you are very evil," Song Wenyuan hailed a car outside the hotel, and stuffed him into the back seat, "Very, very evil, are you satisfied, can you let go of my ears, young master? "

The two rushed to the hospital and went straight to the front desk. Song Wenyuan asked eagerly, "Excuse me, there is an old lady in your hospital with advanced uremia, which ward does she live in?"

The front desk was inexplicably asked by him, and said coldly, "Sorry, it involves the patient's privacy, and we can't disclose it."

"What kind of privacy is this?" Kang Tianzhen muttered, pushed Song Wenyuan away, stepped forward, raised his eyebrows and smiled at the front desk, "We have something urgent to find this family, big beauty, you can do me a favor."

He has a bad personality, but he has thick eyebrows and smiling eyes, which is very cute. He deliberately smiled like this, and immediately won the favor of the beautiful receptionist. He smiled and said, "There are so many patients in the hospital, who are you asking?"

"They are from the countryside, so they should not be locals in Chongqing. The old man is not tall and has no culture," Song Wenyuan added. "They have been in arrears for hospital fees for a long time, and they only paid them last night or today."

"Which family are you talking about?" The beauty suddenly realized, but her expression became sad, "They have already completed the formalities and left the hospital."

"Ah!" Kang Tianzhen's face was full of disappointment, "I've been discharged from the hospital, my mother's body..."

"Ma'am went last night," the beauty said in a low voice, "uremia is in the advanced stage, this is actually a relief."

Song Wenyuan asked, "Can you tell us where the old man's hometown is? We have important things to ask him."

"Sorry, we don't know that either."

When they came out of the hospital, both of them were very depressed. Song Wenyuan recalled the embarrassment of the old man's life last night, and his heart was pierced for a while.

"Don't blame yourself too much. Auntie is already in the late stage. Even if we didn't make a mistake last night, the old man won't be able to save her when he comes back with the money," Kang Tianzhen said seriously. He raised his head and looked at Song Wenyuan's stern profile, full of heart Sour.

"I know, I just..." Song Wenyuan said bitterly, "A life just passed away right under our noses, and for a while... I felt a little uncomfortable."