be late

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Nan Xue asked softly.

She held Shu Yubai's hand in her palm, as if holding a fragile object.

The skin on the back of the woman's hand was soft and warm. Nan Xue gently squeezed her index finger joint and asked, "Was it hurt here before?"

The sunlight in the courtyard shone on her hands, which had a jade-like texture, translucent.

"No, it's complicated to say."

Shu Yubai recalled: "Anyway, it's hard to describe. Sometimes at night, the whole hand feels swollen and painful, and sometimes when I'm drawing hard, I get a sudden tingling pain."

"This will affect sleep."

"Yes."

Shu Yubai recalled: "Fortunately, it's healed now."

Nan Xue had never experienced this kind of feeling before. After imagining it, Yuemo was very uncomfortable. She couldn't help feeling distressed. She frowned slightly and looked at her again to confirm: "Now it really doesn't hurt at all?"

"Ah."

Shu Yubai moved her joints in the sun, and felt a sense of ease and freedom like never before. She was half recalling, half feeling: "It seems... since I'm with you, the pain has disappeared."

Nan Xue's ruddy lips slightly raised, her eyes were slightly bright, she leaned close to Shu Yubai's ear, and said softly: "Is it because you are in love and you are in a good mood?"

"possible."

Love works so well?

Nan Xue kissed her forehead, and the two hugged and kissed sticky for a while, and agreed to forget "Doctor Tang"'s well-intentioned acupuncture and those few packets of Chinese medicine.

Nan Xue smiled softly. She wrapped her arms around Shu Yubai's waist, kissed her long hair, and said slowly: "In this way, you will not be able to abandon me even more. If you separate, you will start holding hands again." What should I do if it hurts?"

"Then I'll find someone to have a relationship with."

Shu Yubai deliberately angered her.

Nan Xue took a deep look at her, bowed her head and kissed her, without any explanation.

"Sister, this kind of thing is not allowed to be said again in the future."

There is a shallow breath in the ear.

the other side.

In the City Art Museum.

The competition ended, and some of the award-winning works were mailed back to China, and a small exhibition was held here.

Among them is the one of Shu Yubai.

In the dark exhibition hall, there are many people who go to see the paintings, densely packed, in the hall, the sun shines on the transparent roof, it is empty and quiet, only the voice of conversation is muffled.

Bei Zhen was sitting on a bench outside, surrounded by a few girls who liked to hang out with her on weekdays. They wandered around in the art gallery for a few days, joining in the fun under the banner of "watching the exhibition". Something came out, and he sat there and started gossiping.

Bei Zhen threw the drink bottle in her hand to the trash can beside her, raised her legs, half disdainful and half sour, with an obvious disconvinced expression.

"I was sitting next to her at the time, and I saw everything she drew."

"It's really average."

"It's obviously bad, why did it win the award? Is she related or something? What kind of aesthetic level are those judges?"

"That's it."

Another echoed: "Her paintings are really mediocre, not as good as the current students of the Academy of Fine Arts. This level can enter the exhibition and win awards? Maybe it has something to do with the judges."

"what relationship?"

The water of the art exhibition is very deep. It is rumored that it is easier to enter the exhibition if you have a relationship with the judges. Many people try to stuff money, give gifts, or buy the paintings of the judges at exorbitant prices.

Maybe, Shu Yubai is like this.

Becky doesn't think

She tried to do this kind of thing, but it didn't work.

Some things are not like rumors from the outside world, they are all rumors.

A girl squinted at her: "Who does she rely on to find a relationship? Her father? Isn't they all divorced? She seems to be with her mother."

"Her mother is a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, maybe she really has some nepotism."

"No way, she's about to retire."

"It could be 'that' relationship, too."

They chatted quietly in a low voice, and after a while, several people laughed.

"I saw her drawing. It's like mine."

Sitting on the stool, Bei Zhen rolled her eyes, half teasing, half mocking: "The painting is really bad, so bad, she was the first to hand in the whole studio, she just dealt with it and left!"

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Chorus.

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and opened a forum.

There is a post hanging on the homepage: "The water in the second live competition is very deep, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out."

The title fit her state of mind too well.

Bei Zhen poked it in and replied in the forum. She caught Shu Yubai's painting and criticized it to no avail. It seemed that there was something wrong with the judges' aesthetic consensus, and she was the only one who was right. The feeling of being alone.

After a few comments here, she seemed to feel a little more at ease. Bei Zhen stood up, patted the hem of the wrinkled coat, and put on her bag: "Let's go, go home."

Later in the day, a light rain fell from the sky.

Rain is the dividing line between winter and spring.

"Uncle is really not at home?"

Shu Yubai and Nan Xue held hands and walked on the path.

"Not here."

Nan Xue lowered her head and smiled: "So what? I'll see him sooner or later."

Shu Yubai understood what this sentence meant.

She lowered her head, her earlobes turning crimson.

The road is a gentle uphill. Behind the big house is a green hill, where the locals grow tea. The dense tea trees cover the hillside. At the foot of the hill, there are B&Bs with white walls and black tiles. A little further away, near the downtown area, It was Nan Xue's residence.

Nan Xue wore a light blue suspender dress with cold white shoulders, thin waist and long legs, and a slightly long light beige plaid shirt on the outside. She carried a small black leather bag on her shoulder, clean and elegant. neat.

"He's on a business trip."

Nan Xue pulled Shu Yubai, and said softly: "Sister, can you sleep in my room at night?"

This sentence is very familiar.

They didn't understand anything when they were young, and Nan Xue also said this.Standing by the bed, he timidly invited Shu Yubai to stay overnight, sharing the same bed with her, so clingy that he couldn't be driven away.

It's just that I was young at that time.

There are no distractions in my heart.

Countless memories of the past overlapped, and Shu Yubai felt a warm feeling in his heart. The girl in his memory overlapped with the tall, indifferent person around him, and there was a strange feeling.

She hugged Nan Xue lightly, kissed the snow-white earlobe in her black hair, and whispered in her ear: "Okay."

Nan Xue was slightly taken aback.

She paused, took her hand into her arms, hugged Shu Yubai's waist and kissed her back, and pressed her lips against her, kissing her passionately, as if she was extremely thirsty.Lips and teeth blended, breathing lightly, but a little anxious.

"do not……"

Shu Yubai pushed her away: "It's outside. Be careful."

"No one around."

Nan Xue licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

As soon as she finished speaking, in the distance, at the end of the narrow path, came the sound of leaving footsteps, faintly.

Shu Yubai: "..."

Shouldn't someone see it?

She was worried, being seen, she was fine, but she was worried about Nan Xue, who sometimes didn't take her identity seriously, and didn't pay attention at all.

"It's okay to see it."

"We are in a relationship, and we are not breaking the law."

Nan Xue hooked Shu Yubai's hand comfortingly: "Sister, go home."

That's right.

Is she too cautious, too careful?

Shu Yubai panted slightly, still in shock.

"How long?"

"very soon."

Shu Yubai looked into the distance in the clean and cool air. Some green radish climbed on the wall of the big house along the road, covering the gray-white wall. Some bamboos were planted at the base of the wall, which swayed gently with the wind. After the rain, the road surface was slightly damp. The air was humid and cold.

The camera in front of the door turned around.

With a click, the door opened.

The two went inside.

On the right side of the road, where they hadn't noticed.

A woman stood at the base of the wall, covering her mouth and slightly opening her eyes.

What did you just see? !

Nan Xue and Shu Yubai... hugged each other tightly, like a couple kissing passionately.

Is it an illusion.

The sky was dark, and she could only vaguely see a figure, but it was far away, and she couldn't see more clearly.She frowned, remembering, and noticed something vaguely wrong.

The same ring I saw in the elevator before, the vague feeling of ambiguity when I looked at each other—how close do the two girls have to be to be so tired?

Could it be that they... really have that kind of relationship?

She looked down at her phone

Forgot to take a picture.

The lawn is paved with white gravel roads, extending to the end.

A middle-aged woman opened the door and stood there looking at her: "Xiao Nan is back?"

"Aunt Zhang."

she barked.

It was Aunt Zhang who opened the door. The moment Nan Xue looked at her, she suddenly remembered something she was about to forget. Her fingertips curled up slightly, her eyes drooped, and her thick eyelashes trembled uneasily.

It’s over.

——The painting of Shu Yubai that she secretly photographed is still hanging on the bedroom wall.

A long time ago, she used Aunt Zhang's ID card to register a small account on the auction network. The small account and the large account raised prices back and forth, and she insisted on taking the painting that Shu Yubai had promised to give her at a high price.

That painting is being hung by her bedside like a baby.

"This is…?"

Aunt Zhang took a look at Shu Yubai, he was quite beautiful, with long hair and white skin, gentle temperament, according to the aesthetics of her generation, she was simply a big beauty.She took a few more glances, and had a vague impression of this girl, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

"Shu Yubai."

Nan Xue introduced: "It's... Sister Shu."

Aunt Zhang slapped her head and remembered.

She has been working here all these years, and she has an impression of Shu Yu Baiman—is she the obedient and quiet little girl who would often come to visit and write with Nan Xue with her homework?

not bad.

The little girl has become a big girl.

Aunt Zhang looked at her, and the more she smiled, the more cordial she became.

"Come on, sit down."

She turned around to make tea for the two of them, Nan Xue pulled Shu Yubai and walked into the hall, thinking quickly in her heart.

She led Shu Yubai to sit on the sofa in the living room, while serving her water, she thought about how to secretly take down the painting she hung in the room while this person was not paying attention.

Shu Yubai took a sip of tea, put down the porcelain cup, and said softly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Aunt Zhang smiled amiably and asked, "Do you want some fruit? What does the girl like to eat? There are strawberries in the refrigerator. I'll wash them for you and get some."

"No, no, thank you, Auntie."

Shu Yubai repeatedly waved his hands.

The enthusiasm of the older generation is scary.

Sitting in the living room, always a little reserved, she turned her head and asked Nan Xue: "Shall we go upstairs?"

Nan Xue who was planning to secretly take away the painting: "..."

"I want to go to your room."

Shu Yubai said softly.

Nan Xue met Shang Shu Yubai's soft, beautiful eyes full of pleading, and the words of refusal were stuck in her throat for a moment, unable to speak, she said in a mysterious way: "Okay."

The two went upstairs, and when they reached the third floor, Nan Xue paused, and quickly walked over to close the door of her room, her movements were astonishingly fast.

Shu Yubai stared at her dumbfounded: "..."

Nan Xue coughed lightly:

"Sister, shall we go to the room next door?"

The center of the third floor is a hollowed-out flat floor, with a grand piano in the center, a room on the left and another room on the right, with dim lights, and one of them was closed by Nan Xue, preventing people from entering.

Shu Yubai looked at her suspiciously and asked:

"Is this uncle's room?"

The elders' room cannot be entered randomly, she knows the rules, after all, there are many things from the company in it.Shu Yubai wasn't interested in that, and didn't intend to go in to see it, so Nan Xue didn't have to... be on guard against her, right?

She doesn't like this word.

She drooped her eyes, her slender eyelashes fluttered down, and the faint mist shadow cast by the light fell on the bridge of her nose.

She was depressed for a moment, which was noticed by Nan Xue.

"No."

Nan Xue panicked, she didn't care about anything else, and she wasn't afraid that what happened before would be discovered, so she immediately explained: "That room is mine."

"yours?"

Shu Yubai frowned: "Then why can't you go in?"

"..."

"Is there any secret in it?"

Shu Yubai looked at her for a long time, but Nan Xue was still standing at the door, holding the doorknob, not intending to let her in.

Stand by the door, as if afraid that she would push the door open.

Have a secret?

Nan Xue still has something to hide from her.

Shu Yubai hung her neck, feeling a little sad at once, she shook her head and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, you... don't want me to go in, so I won't go in."

The air became quiet in an instant.

Did she think too much?

Nan Xue was startled, she didn't expect this to happen.

Nan Xue closed her eyes, as if making up her mind, pinched the doorknob with her slender white fingertips, hesitated, clenched tightly, her fingertips turned white, as if she was about to unscrew it any second.

The next second, a voice suddenly came from downstairs, it was Aunt Zhang:

"Xiao Nan."

She poked her head from the winding stairs: "I suddenly remembered, I said why is this name so familiar, the picture on your wall, the name written on it is "Shu Yubai"?"

Nan Xue: "..."

Shu Yubai: "..."

She turned her head slowly for a while, not wanting to understand, and asked Nan Xue, "What painting?"

"is not it……"

Shu Yubai vaguely remembered something, Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang...

Nan Xuedeng was trapped by a kind of embarrassment that followed her everywhere, her earlobe was bleeding red, she lowered her head, she didn't know what to say

Well, there's no need to hide it now, Aunt Zhang has already ripped off that fig leaf.

"Sister, look."

With a push of fingertips, the door was unscrewed.

A very gentle wind blows in, the curtains flutter gently, in the quiet bedroom, there is a familiar painting on the wall, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, soft green willows, and a lady standing on the path.

Signed: Shu Yubai.

"..."

A moment of silence.

Shu Yubai lowered his head and asked softly, "Did you take my picture?"

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