bullets and roses

Luo Muxiao temporarily borrowed a mobile phone on the side of the road, and after entering Gong Yuyang's number, he didn't call out for a long time.

Passers-by looked at him curiously: "Aren't you going to fight?"

"...No more calls, thank you." Luo Muxiao handed the phone back to the passerby, turned and left.

The passer-by looked at his back, scratched the back of his head, and then put the phone back: "Strange."

Luo Muxiao originally wanted to call Gong Yuyang, first to report that he was safe, and second, to find a place to stay temporarily.However, he thought of Mrs. Gong who came to him in the hospital, and he was timid at the last moment. How could he have the right to find Gong Yuyang?Wouldn't it be bad if the other party was involved again.

Luo Muxiao sat on the side of the road for a while, and suddenly felt that he was so pitiful in the vast crowd, that he couldn't even find a place to live.

And he was penniless.

Thinking about it this way, it would be better to be locked up in the hospital, at least not worrying about food and clothing.

Luo Muxiao stayed by the side of the road for a while, and still planned to try his luck. The studio he went to and passed the interview might be able to temporarily take him in. If not, he will find a way.

In fact, Luo Muxiao also had a little selfishness. When he went to that place, no matter what, if Gong Yuyang wanted to find out about him, he could at least report his safety.

Different from when we left, the studio has already been set up, and all kinds of oil paintings are hung on the transparent window. It looks deserted from the outside, and there is no one there.

When Luo Muxiao pushed open the door, the wind chimes above his head rang, which alarmed the people inside.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" A young-looking girl ran out while wiping the paint on her hands.

"Uh, I..." Luo Muxiao said with some embarrassment, "I applied for this job before and passed it. Later, I had some personal matters to attend to, so I never came here. Now I'm back to work after finishing my work." In the middle of Luo Muxiao's speech, his face became blushing and his heart stopped beating. He was as calm as if his departure was approved by the boss.

In fact, he disappeared suddenly.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Oh, you——it's Mr. Luo, right?"

Now Luo Muxiao was slightly taken aback: "You know me?"

"I know." The girl smiled and narrowed her eyes into a crescent shape, "Hello, my name is Zou Feifei, you can just call me Afei. The boss told me before that if you come over, I will let you stay and watch the store temporarily. At that time, it was said that it would be a few days, but I didn't expect that it would take more than a month for you to come."

It was only at this time that Luo Muxiao realized that something was wrong - he always felt that the reason why he was able to work here was entirely due to his own strength, but a boss could reserve a position for such a long time for someone he had never met before. Impossible to think with your toes.

It was Gong Yuyang's credit again.

Luo Muxiao sighed, and had no time to think about it for a while, he could only say: "A Fei, can I trouble you not to tell the boss about my coming to live?"

"Oh, I can't tell if I want to." Zou Feifei smiled, "The boss has gone abroad to sketch, and he won't come back for ten days and half a month, and I can't contact him."

Only then did Luo Muxiao heave a sigh of relief.

He temporarily stayed in the studio, the name of the studio is "Huatian Studio", Zou Feifei is the clerk here, but she doesn't stay here all the time, she only comes over in the afternoon, so Luo Muxiao still bears him to look after the shop Responsibility, slept in a cubicle in the studio.

Zou Feifei's level is good, and he can give Luo Muxiao a lesson or two from time to time. Luo Muxiao himself has a bright mind, and it didn't take long for him to pick up the things he had learned and forgotten before, and his painting level has also improved. .

Zou Feifei said he wouldn't tell anyone, so he really didn't tell anyone. After a week, there was still no news from Gong Yuyang, and he really couldn't be found.

"Brother Xiao Xiao, why don't you help me buy a bouquet of flowers?" Zou Feifei pinched his chin and said coquettishly, "I want to sketch, but I don't know what kind of flowers are suitable, or you can help me choose one? "

"Okay." Luo Muxiao took off the apron on his body, put down the rolled up sleeves, and said, "How big do you want?"

"Just across the shop, the one with 138 bundles will do, and I'll pass it on to you when the time comes."

Luo Muxiao responded and left the door.

Huatian Studio is located in an alley, and the shops on this street are all of the more literary kind - flower shops, coffee shops, sculptures, woodcuts and the like, there is one about 100 meters to the right on the opposite side It is an old flower shop that has been open for many years. The owner is very nice. Zou Feifei often buys flowers there.

Luo Muxiao chose a bouquet of roses.

The proprietress smiled and said, "Why did Ah Fei change to Flower Rose? Doesn't she love the baby's breath the most?"

"She asked me to help her choose, so I chose this." Luo Muxiao also realized that he subconsciously chose Rose after the selection.

"There are quite a few people who came to buy flowers today." The proprietress wrapped the roses and handed them to him. "It's been a long time since I saw such a good business. It's even rarer to see someone you don't know come to visit this morning."

"Really." Luo Muxiao didn't take it seriously.

"Well, I also bought roses." The proprietress held up the QR code of her mobile phone.

Luo Muxiao scanned the QR code to pay, thanked the proprietress, and returned to Huatian Studio with a bouquet of roses.

"A Fei, your—" Luo Muxiao stopped in the middle of speaking.

His subconscious first reaction was to leave here, but Zou Feifei had already looked up and saw him: "Brother Xiao Xiao, you came back just in time, and someone said he was your friend."

The roses were placed on the flower stand, and Zou Feifei seemed to be serious about sketching, but in fact, his eyes looked in the direction of Luo Muxiao from time to time, and his thoughts had already flown to the sky.

An inattentive hand drew a stroke, and the rose was pierced by a dead branch that suddenly grew.

Outside the fully transparent glass window of the studio, Luo Muxiao stood a little cautiously. Opposite him was a man who was half a head taller than him. generally.

"Why... are you here?" Luo Muxiao cleared his throat and finally asked.

"Why didn't you contact me?" Gong Yuyang also questioned him, "I thought something happened to you."

"Isn't it too late?" Luo Muxiao explained, "A while ago, Gu Zhubai... A few days ago, for some reason, he let me go again inexplicably. I knew where to go, so I came here."

"Why didn't you contact me?" Gong Yuyang asked again, "Can I not arrange a place for you?"

Luo Muxiao didn't know what to say for a while.

Are you afraid of hurting him?But it's a bit too hypocritical.

Said he didn't want him to know he was here?But if he really didn't want him to know, he should find a place where no one knew him, why would he come to this studio?

Luo Muxiao also felt that he was quite contradictory.

Probably seeing Luo Muxiao's struggle, Gong Yuyang sighed, and didn't continue to ask: "Have you eaten yet? Let's go, I invite you to eat."