you are in my heart

Mei Yongze usually does not get up until xx o'clock every morning.At that time, he had already been working in the bank for half a day.Yongze always writes and draws at home, and when he finishes writing and drawing, he hangs them up one by one to admire slowly.As the days went by, he felt a little strange, why didn't this person know to go out during the day?

He didn't understand in his heart, where did such an idler get the income to go to theaters and teahouses?

Later he saw Yongze go to the gallery to sell paintings.

One by one, mounted, rolled up carefully, and sent to Dianmo Studio.He did understand somewhat.

After he and Yongze got along without incident for seven or eight days, the old man said he was going back to Nanjing, but he even took Ziru back with him.As a result, the old house suddenly became empty.He originally wanted to ask Yongze to live there, but then he thought about it, forget it, those servants are all from Erniang's side, and they don't listen to his assignment at all.

On the afternoon after the first rain in autumn, Yongze drew a picture of begonias and put them in the study with the ink still wet.

Zishan saw it and liked it very much, so Yongze drew another picture for him, framed it himself, and solemnly delivered it to him.

Since then, he has been embarrassed to show a cold face again.The eyes and tone of his eyes and tone of talking with Yongze are much more relaxed, and he also brings some books, newspapers, pens and ink for Yongze when he goes out to do errands.

It's just that when I saw Yongze's face, I still felt a little uncomfortable.Therefore, he tried not to look at Yongze's face when he was talking to Yongze.After many times, Yongze also felt something strange, so he said to him with a wry smile: "Recently it is extremely difficult to find a house, and it is really not easy to get a shop. When I find it, I will definitely move out."

As soon as he heard it, he knew that his intentional alienation was too obvious, and he felt a little embarrassed at first.In fact, Yongze lived here and never disturbed him. Those calligraphy and paintings often made him feel relaxed and happy.

Zishan finally told him frankly: "You don't know... Yongze, you are very similar to my elder brother."

His eldest brother, Wu Zicong, has been dead for a long time.

Yongze apologized to him again and again as if he had done something wrong.For the next few days, I carefully avoided meeting him, as if deliberately avoiding him.

He finally ran into Yongze, explained to him with a wry smile for a long time, and the two finally stopped being so awkward.Since that day, when he looked at Yongze again, he seemed to be relieved, and he didn't feel how similar he was to Zicong.

That day, he came back early because he was going to prepare for the afternoon regular meeting in the line, and happened to see Yongze writing a sentence: "Peace is the most precious."

He suddenly felt a little emotional, and asked him, "What is expensive?"

Yongze laughed: "What is expensive? Brother Ling Ze's question is interesting, now gold bars and US dollars are both expensive."

He nodded and sighed, feeling really troubled by the current situation.

Zishan was originally not good at state affairs, but it was a pity that the banking industry was constantly fluctuating with the political situation, so he had to watch all directions and listen to all directions.He has accompanied all kinds of people to theaters, large and small theaters, and dance halls. He has to go to all kinds of garden parties.Donating money, eating, visiting the garden, I am so busy every day.

Yongze, on the other hand, draws and writes every day, living a leisurely life like a fairy.Seeing him so leisurely, Zishan felt a little jealous.

In September, when CITIC Bank launched the "Special Reward Savings Program", a large number of retail investors' hot funds were sucked away, so he was even busier, and he came back very late, so he often did not see Yongze.

On Chongjiu, he came back late again.Entering the door exhausted all over, I saw a large crystal bowl on the half-moon table of hard pear in the living room, with a few frozen persimmons in it, and a note under the bowl:

Please use.

He saw that there seemed to be words on the back of the note, and when he turned it over, it turned out to be the first word:

Ling Bo did not reach Hengtang Road, but he watched and flew away.

Who will save the Jin Sehuanian?

The platform flower pavilion, the sorrowful window and the Zhuhu, there is only Chunzhi.

Biyun is slowly fainting, and a new question with colored pen is a heartbroken sentence.

How many sorrows are there?

A river full of misty rain, the city full of wind and wind, and plums yellow in the rain.

The clean and lovely lowercase script looked as if the ink was still wet. He reached out to touch it, but it was dry. His heart trembled slightly, and he didn't know why.

When he looked up again, it was raining lightly outside the window.

He washed his hands, randomly picked out one, carefully opened it, and slowly put it in his mouth, it was slightly astringent, and more, it was sweet that melted in the mouth.He looked at the fingers that were stained with light red juice and heaved a long sigh.

He carefully put away the word and put it in an old collection of poems.