Fake is true

The place Yan Fangsheng brought Mu Zhou to was around the university town, and there were many people on the street during the holidays, and young couples walked on the street in groups.

The car couldn't fit in the narrow road, so Yan Fangsheng found a place to stop the car, and led Mu Zhou to walk over.

Mu Zhou had never been to the university town, so he couldn't help but look at everything.

"There are food stalls ahead." Yan Fang said in a loud voice.

Mu Zhou heard his hidden meaning, and hurriedly said: "I'm not hungry, thank you brother."

The painting material store was not far from the parking place, and the two of them arrived there after four or five minutes of walking. The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows gave a clear view of the inside of the store. There were no customers in the store, and the front door was not big, and the things inside were full.

Yan Fangsheng went in first, and Mu Zhou followed closely. Hearing the footsteps, the store owner raised half of his face from behind the counter. He was about forty years old, and he had a pair of glasses on his face to see who was coming. The store owner With a smile on his face, he raised his voice and said, "Hey! Fang Sheng! Why are you free today?"

"Come here to patronize your business." Yan Fangsheng went around behind the counter and asked as he walked, "What are you up to?"

"Practice writing and writing, and you will become unfamiliar after not writing for a long time." The shop owner put the brush away, and pressed the wide and long paper with a paperweight.

Yan Fangsheng lowered his head to look, and there were four large characters flying like dragons and phoenixes on the paper—the weather is very good.

"How is it? It's pretty good." The store owner smiled and patted Yan Fangsheng on the shoulder.

Yan Fangsheng nodded in response: "It's really good, it fits the occasion."

Large floor-to-ceiling windows allow the sunlight outside the window to shine directly into the room, and everything seems to be standing under the sun.

Looking from the counter, you can still see the dust flying in the sun, swirling and rising into the air.

The two chatted back and forth, and the shop owner turned to look at Mu Zhou, and asked, "Who is this? He didn't even introduce me when he came in."

Mu Zhou was originally standing aside, when he heard the conversation turned to him, he immediately responded: "Hi, my name is Mu Zhou."

"Wooden boat? What are the two words?"

"Mu who grazes, Zhou who is thoughtful." Mu Zhou said again.

"Oh," the shop owner nodded knowingly, looked at Yan Fangsheng, and asked, "So which of you two wants to patronize my business?"

"Let's patronize together." Yan Fangsheng said to Mu Zhou: "Go pick something first."

"it is good."

Mu Zhou always seemed cautious when facing the unfamiliar elders, he was immediately relieved when he heard Yan Fang's voice letting him go, and quickly turned to look at the painting materials.

There are three shelves in the store. Because the size is too large, the space in the aisle is very compact. Mu Zhou went through the narrow aisle to select painting materials.

The things were all on the bright side, and there were specific partitions, so it seemed easy, and Mu Zhou was holding a lot of things in his arms after walking for a while.

He took a few copies of sketching and coloring paper, as well as a lot of miscellaneous pens and paints. Before leaving, Mu Zhou saw a spatula placed at the bottom, and he squatted down to get it again. He was caught by the person next to him.

Yan Fangsheng took some things from his hand to help him relieve his embarrassment.

"What else do you want?" Yan Fang asked.

"No more." Mu Zhou got the shovel and stood up. Yan Fang's voice was too loud, and the distance between the two shelves was too close.

Yan Fangsheng blocked the sunlight that came in obliquely, and the light fell on his back to help him reveal his golden edges. Mu Zhou was stunned for a moment and blinked his eyes.

"You can prepare some more, you can use them in the future." Yan Fangsheng said.

Mu Zhou thought the same, although this place is not too far away, but Yan Fangsheng can't always let Yan Fangsheng drive him here.

And the painting materials will not expire.

Turning back and taking a few more, Mu Zhou's arms returned to a full state.

Finding nothing to pick up, the two returned to the counter, and the store owner saw them taking a lot of things from a few meters away.

"Hey, you really came to take care of my business."

"En." Yan Fangsheng put the things on the glass table for the other party to count, and took out the phone to unlock it.

The scattered prices are not easy to add up, and the store owner calculated for a long time before arriving at the total price.

"It's five hundred and two in total. I'll give you a change, 500 yuan."

"Success." Yan Fangsheng opened WeChat to search for the owner of the store. He was too lazy to scan the QR code and planned to transfer money directly to someone. Seeing that he was busy, Mu Zhou also took out his mobile phone, "Brother, let me do it myself."

Quickly scanned the QR code, Mu Zhou heard Yan Fang's voice say to the shop owner before the jump, "It's over."

The store owner turned on his mobile phone to collect the money, "Hey, didn't I say wipe the change?"

"Not much difference."

"Be polite." The shop owner reprimanded him.

The whole box of paint was not easy to pack, so Yan Fangsheng handed the paint to Mu Zhou, and the shop owner put all the rest into a big bag.

"Is this gone?"

"gone."

The shop owner sent the two of them out together. The sun was even bigger, tilting overhead, bringing a suitable warmth.

"Come back next time and have a meal together."

"to make."

Yan Fangsheng walked extremely fast, and Mu Zhou followed closely with the paint, his strides were too large, as if he didn't fit in with the leisurely strolling crowd around him.

Suddenly, Yan Fangsheng thought of something, and slowed down, and Mu Zhou followed suit.

"Have you ever been to the third floor?"

"No." Mu Zhou shook his head.

"There is a vacant room on the third floor where things are piled up. If you want to draw at home, you can clean it up there." While talking, the two of them had already arrived at the parking place. Yan Fangsheng took out the car keys and opened the trunk. Everything is put in.

Mu Zhou also put the paint box inside, and replied, "Okay."

After closing the trunk, Yan Fangsheng got into the driver's seat. Mu Zhou sat down firmly, thought for a while, and said when he started the car, "Brother, I'd better transfer the money to you."

Although Yan Fangsheng didn't seem to be short of these two coins, Mu Zhou felt ashamed.

He lives in Yan Fangsheng's house, not only eats and uses his food, but Yan Fangsheng also provides him with a comfortable place to live, and now even takes care of his chores.

Mu Zhou felt embarrassed just thinking about it.

Why do people do so much for free?

Yan Fangsheng lowered the car window to look at the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel and said, "Isn't your birthday coming soon?"

"Huh?" Mu Zhou was slightly taken aback.

Mu Zhou wondered how much Yan Fangsheng knew about him, after all he didn't reveal much himself.

Seeing Mu Zhou's doubts, Yan Fangsheng explained in a calm manner: "I invited your parents on a ride before, but your parents refused, saying that they would celebrate your birthday at home." Yan Fangsheng looked at Mu Zhou: "If I remember correctly , it should have been around November."

And now it was the beginning of November.

Hearing the words, Mu Zhou didn't know whether to sigh for Yan Fangsheng's amazing memory or whether he should still be able to get a few words from Yan Fangsheng's mouth about his parents' love for him.

But just a little is enough to satisfy Mu Zhou.

He nodded and replied, "It's November."

"What's the date in November?"

"Number 13." Mu Zhou said,

Yan Fangsheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the date display on the car screen.

2020.11.5

"It's almost there."

"Ah."

Yan Fang said, "I remember."

Obviously there was no emotional ups and downs, but Mu Zhou's heart was suddenly rippling when he just uttered a sentence in a straightforward manner. He turned his face to look at Yan Fangsheng, not sure if this was an adult's official accent.

Mu Zhou didn't really care if Yan Fangsheng really remembered what he said, but Mu Zhou was really touched because of what Yan Fangsheng said at this moment.

What he cared about was Yan Fangsheng's caring.

When we got home, the God of Wealth was no longer playing. Yan Fangsheng drove the car into the garage, and when he heard the sound, the God of Wealth started barking and rushed into the house, but was stopped by the nanny at the entrance and grabbed the dog to clean it up Dirt on the feet.

The God of Wealth was quite used to this process, probably because he did it a lot at home, obediently wiped his four feet, and Mu Zhou entered the house through the side door.

The God of Wealth walked around his legs a few times, and the nanny began to ask Yan Fangsheng what dishes he wanted to eat.

"Don't worry," Yan Fang asked, "Has the room on the far right on the third floor been tidied?"

"It's cleaned up. I just mopped the floor and wiped the tables, chairs and benches."

"Well," Yan Fangsheng said to Mu Zhou, "Do you want to go up and have a look?"

Mu Zhou and the God of Wealth pushed each other to resist its enthusiasm, and responded with difficulty: "Okay."

Mu Zhou had never set foot in the space on the third floor, so he had no idea what was going on on the third floor until he went up and saw a large extended platform.

Compared with the decoration of the two floors downstairs, the third floor is more minimalist and more...

Mu Zhou glanced at the fitness equipment placed on the platform, and then at the overall gloomy and heavy gray wall.

Compared with the downstairs, upstairs, it is more obvious that this is Yan Fangsheng's style.

I can't tell you exactly what it feels like, but Mu Zhou thought it was cool at first sight, but after a second taste, he felt that Yan Fangsheng must be unique.

Not lonely alone, but unique alone.

After all, ordinary people will not leave such a spacious platform at the exit of the stairs to use as a gym when decorating.

Because the overall wall is dark in color, there are rows of floor-to-ceiling windows to give enough sunlight, even in such an environment, you will not feel depressed.

Yan Fangsheng left enough time for Mu Zhou to observe, and when he saw that he was almost done observing, he directed, "The room is over here."

Mu Zhou walked to the end in the direction of his fingers, the door was ajar, he pushed it open, and what came into view was a piano covered in dust and a pile of picture frames and photo frames.

The picture frames and photo frames were all sideways stuffed into the cabinet, and Mu Zhou could only see some colors and portraits in the cracks in the corners.

Mu Zhou confirmed his long-standing speculation, so he turned around and asked, "Brother, are you engaged in art-related occupation?"

"It is." Yan Fangsheng pushed the door completely open, the windows of the room were opened when the nanny was cleaning, and the muslin curtains were blown by the wind, he said: "Bring things up, you can go upstairs whenever you want to draw."

Answering Mu Zhou's question in a disguised form, Mu Zhou stopped looking for it, stepped into the house, and stopped at the place where the picture frame was placed.

After scanning around, Mu Zhouji carefully asked, "Can I have a look at these paintings?"

"As you wish." Yan Fang said in a nonchalant voice.

Mu Zhou cheered up, smiled and stretched out his hand to draw the animation frame. Yan Fangsheng stared at his joyful facial features, and sighed inwardly, wondering how his best friend could raise people so easily to be satisfied.

Just a little bit of sweetness makes me very happy.