bullets and roses

"How did you go so long?"

As soon as Luo Muxiao sat down, Gong Yuyang looked at him and asked.While asking, she glanced back subconsciously, as if to see if someone had followed.

"Did you run into someone?"

"Where is that?" Luo Muxiao responded calmly, "Don't be busy all day long."

"Isn't this worried about you?" Gong Yuyang muttered in a low voice, but did not continue to ask.

Luo Muxiao leaned on the back of the chair, the words that Gu Zhubai said came to mind again - saying that he missed him.Where does he have the face to say he misses himself?

At that moment, he didn't feel happy, let alone happy. Instead, he felt an unknown fire burst out, burning back and forth all over his body.

His forehead was burning hot, and he even wanted to get angry directly.

But he held back.

He quickly left that place without looking back, without even looking at Gu Zhubai's expression - he felt that the other party might be wondering how to give him back to PUA again.

After a while, Luo Muxiao saw Gu Zhubai coming out of the bathroom, he only glanced hastily, then looked away.

Instead, Gong Yuyang stared at Gu Zhubai for a long time, and saw that the woman accompanying Gu Zhubai found their table.

Luo Muxiao kicked Gong Yuyang with his toe: "Don't look, there's something interesting."

"Let me see who's the wife." Gong Yuyang said, "It's only been a while, and I've even found a next home."

Luo Muxiao looked at him speechlessly: "Keep your eyes on the food, okay? Then I'll dig it for you."

"Did he meet you just now?" Gong Yuyang looked away and asked, "What did he say?"

"I didn't say anything, I just asked about the current situation." Luo Muxiao made it clear that he didn't want to answer.

Gong Yuyang hesitated to speak.

"Do you still want to eat?" Luo Muxiao stared at him.

"Eat, eat, eat."

Because of the episode of Gu Zhubai, Luo Muxiao didn't eat very happily this meal, and in the end he really didn't eat too much after he agreed to lose weight.

Gong Yuyang was afraid that he would be hungry at night, so he packed an egg fried rice for him.

Gong Yuyang sent Zou Feifei back first, and then sent Luo Muxiao. He was sitting on the co-pilot, with his chin resting on the crossbar on the car window. All kinds of night scenes are also torn into colorful lines one after another, which can't be seen clearly.

Gong Yuyang called him several times, but he didn't hear him.

Until Gong Yuyang pulled his sleeve with his free right hand.

"What's wrong?" Luo Muxiao turned around.

Only then did Gong Yuyang lift the car window and said, "I'm afraid you'll get a headache after blowing for a long time."

Luo Muxiao shook his head and said it's okay.

There was no wind, and there was silence in the car, so Gong Yuyang played a song, a singer Luo Muxiao liked very much, and he felt a little sad when he heard it.

She wasn't sad when she met Gu Zhubai, and she wasn't sad when she talked to him, but at this moment she became sad.

"You... What are you talking about?" Gong Yuyang still couldn't hold back, and asked.

"It's really nothing." Luo Muxiao said, "I just let him stay away from me."

Gong Yuyang was obviously relieved.

Except for this question that he particularly wanted to know, he gave Luo Muxiao sufficient personal space on other issues, so he didn't continue to ask other questions.

Luo Muxiao didn't say anything more.

After getting out of the car and saying goodbye to Gong Yuyang, Luo Muxiao locked the studio and lay on the bed without falling asleep.

He tossed and turned, tossed and turned, all he could think about was what Gu Zhubai said and what the expression on his face should be.

Will it be that sad?

So what if you are sad?Isn't this his usual trick?No matter how sad he was, it was not because of him, Luo Muxiao.

Luo Muxiao really couldn't sleep, so he just got up to draw, and clamped the drawing paper that Gong Yuyang gave him with a shelf. The brush was dipped in paint, but he didn't write for a long time.

He stood up and took a few steps back and forth, when he suddenly had a desire to smoke.

He grew up without it—because of his asthma.

Luo Muxiao put on a hat and went out to buy cigarettes, but he put the cigarettes on the counter, but he was still timid—he didn't want to be turned into a cold corpse when Zou Feifei came in the next day.

Luo Muxiao put the cigarette back and replaced it with chewing gum.

The boss glanced up and said, "It's changed? It's five yuan."

Luo Muxiao scanned the QR code and paid five yuan.

"Young man, you just need to smoke less," the boss said after looking at his successful payment interface, "Don't become a heavy smoker like me, you can't quit even if you want to."

Luo Muxiao smiled and didn't speak.

So Luo Muxiao took the paintbrush and started chewing gum.

Maybe it was the boss's words that inspired him, or maybe he himself inspired him. In short, Luo Muxiao finally drew a heart.

A heart that is not blood red in the traditional sense.

It is a heart completely composed of Morandi's color system, painted from dark to dawn.

When Zou Feifei arrived, Luo Muxiao happened to draw the last stroke.

She put down her bag and said, "Don't tell me you haven't slept all night."

Luo Muxiao raised his head, the dark circles under his eyes were particularly obvious.

"I'm dizzy." Zou Feifei said, "If you have an inspiration, just write it down and draw it the next day. You are not in good health and can't stay up all night."

"Just this time, it's not a big problem." Luo Muxiao stood up after speaking, "I'm going to sleep for a while, can you help me look around the store?"

"No problem." Zou Feifei glanced at his painting, was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Aren't you going to sign it?"

"Too lazy to sign," Luo Muxiao shrugged, "Let's talk about it when I wake up."

As a result, Luo Muxiao woke up after sleeping, and Zou Feifei told him an exciting news——his painting was sold.

"The person who bought the painting was a man who looked... well, square?" Zou Feifei described, "Wearing a black suit, he didn't look like someone who would buy elegant art, but he said that the price is not Question. He gave me his address, and if you want to sell it, he can send the money and we can send the painting directly.”

Luo Muxiao was a little excited: "It's really sold?"

"Why am I lying to you?" Zou Feifei showed Luo Muxiao the address he wrote down, "Look, the address."

"It has to be sold." Luo Muxiao said, "I don't have any artist feelings, it's good if I can sell it for money, money is so important."

Zou Feifei said amusedly: "Although, as an artist, I actually think so. After all, I have to satisfy my own food and clothing first."

"What price does he offer?"

Zou Feifei compared a number.

"Twenty thousand?" Although it's a little low, Luo Muxiao is already very satisfied with the price of the first painting.

Unexpectedly, Zou Feifei shook his head mysteriously: "I guessed wrong."

Luo Muxiao swallowed: "... 20?" His voice was even a little weak.

Zou Feifei smiled "hehe" and nodded: "Yes, 20, brother Mu Xiao, please eat!"

Luo Muxiao said "I rely on".