are you a cat

Although Shao Fan didn't shed a tear for a long time, the degree of his heartbreak can be learned from time to time.

The crying was worse than when he bumped into his girlfriend and his good brother together on the spot. While howling, he asked the sky why Mrs. Dadi blocked him.

Xu Yuxing patted him on the shoulder perfunctorily twice to make him mourn, took out his phone and turned up the volume of the music playing.

Shao Fan howled enough, blowing his non-existent snot, raised his head and asked Xu Yuxing: "Brother, why do you think my wife blocked me?"

Then he saw his brother playing with his mobile phone, nodding and tapping to the rhythm of the music.

Shao Fan: "..."

And Comrade Xiao Wen, who was rubbing the drum next to him, had already slipped away when Shao Fan was crying.

From the corner of the eye, he caught sight of the fat man staring at him, and Xu Yuxing took off one earphone: "Are you done howling?"

Shao Fan: "..."

Shao Fan didn't dare to speak, he could only express his inner resentment with his eyes.

Two days ago, he volunteered to be in charge of the album cover, and asked Fang Wan for some budget in a shameless manner, boasting that he would definitely win the artist.

As a result, he failed to succeed and was blocked within two days.

How can he hang around in Toxic!

Xu Yuxing said casually: "Isn't it because he was blocked, can't you find another one?"

"Of course not!" Shao Fan said, "As soon as I saw this lady, I knew that he and our band had a soulful fit! Only he can draw the cover we want!"

Shao Fan's evaluation was so outrageous that Xu Yuxing couldn't help but glance at him: "Not really."

"As for!" Probably because he didn't want his idol to be underestimated, Shao Fan found a painting from his mobile phone album and handed it to Xu Yuxing.

It was a picture of a burning rose on a black background. The flames and shadows pulled out a distorted and broken human figure, and one more look seemed to suck people in.

The rich, rich style seems to have come from another hand.

Interlaced lines are like mountains, Xu Yuxing has no research on painting. In addition to the author's solid painting foundation from his delicate painting style, he can also see his unrestrained imagination from the composition.

Xu Yuxing couldn't see anything else.

He doesn't deny that the painter's paintings are excellent, but there is nothing higher than the fit of souls. Sorry, there really isn't one.

Shao Fan was indignant: "If you don't think it's possible, why did you print out other people's paintings?" He raised his chin towards the opposite wall, "And make such a big one."

Xu Yuxing didn't refute his gangster logic, and leaned lazily on the soft pillow on his back with his long legs crossed.

Ask Shao Fan back: "Why do you say?"

Shao Fan pressed in a low voice: "You are narcissistic, what else can you do?"

Xu Yuxing was noncommittal, resting his elbows on the back of the sofa, propping his face with two long fingers, and came back to admire the painting, the more satisfied he looked.

"You're right." He took a photo with his mobile phone to find an angle, and prepared to edit a circle of friends to show off. "Such a beautiful painting, I have to let everyone see it."

Shao Fan: "?"

Did he ever say that?

The sound of the camera clicking and clicking sounded in the quiet room. It was not enough to just take pictures. Xu Yuxing also gave Shao Fan his mobile phone, and stood in front of the painting with the violin on his shoulder to pose for a picture.Shao Fan mechanically took a few pictures of him, and Xu Yuxing let it be if he was not satisfied, but also disliked him for not taking good pictures, and asked Shao Fan to use him as a humanoid selfie stick.

Then Shao Fan suddenly realized, is this the time to do this? ! ! !

He was blocked by his wife!

I was blocked by my wife!

Blacked out!

Shao Fan was desperate.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

He got it.

He looked like he was about to ascend to heaven, Xu Yuxing picked and picked among the photos he took, and reminded him: "You got blocked, don't you know how to change your account?"

Shao Fan slapped his forehead: "Why didn't I think of that!"

He hastily changed his account, hoping to ask his wife if she was slippery, but within a few minutes he was blocked again.

The two were silent for a moment, Xu Yuxing only came to one conclusion: "Xiaofan, did you say something that offended your wife?"

"I haven't. How can I praise Mrs.—"

After scanning the painting on the wall, Shao Fan paused. He looked at Xu Yuxing: "Brother."

Xu Yuxing was busy editing the picture. Seeing that Shao Fan called him and didn't continue for a long time, he raised his eyes and saw the little fat man looking at him solemnly: "It's you."

"The last thing I said to my wife before I was blocked was you!"

Xu Yuxing questioned: "Why did your wife block you because of me?"

Shao Fan nodded: "Yes, why?"

Xu Yuxing didn't bother to pay attention to him, he closed his eyelids, and continued to edit his own picture.

Shao Fan was puzzled, and clicked on his wife's Weibo again. After a while, he said to Xu Yuxing with a dull expression: "Brother, it's you."

"That's impossible."

Xu Yuxing paused his hand of retouching the picture, and retorted with reason: "Your wife has painted me, how could it be possible to block you because of me."

Shao Fan held the phone in both hands and handed it to him: "Madam, you deleted the one he drew."

Xu Yuxing: "...?"

The slender index finger slid on the screen of Shao Fan's phone, and after looking through it for a long time, he didn't see his painting.

Xu Yuxing's eyes fell on the blogger's ID with the same name as his brother's, and he clicked on the private message between Shao Fan and the other party.

After reviewing their chat records twice, Xu Yuxing logged into his Weibo account that he hadn’t used in 800 years, and imitated Shao Fan’s fan tone and sent a private message: Madam, why did you delete the painting of the violinist? ? QQ

Yechen received countless private messages.

His Weibo was opened a few years ago when he was just learning to draw. At first, he mainly recorded his progress, and then slowly changed to sharing Weibo about life.

Every painting posted on Weibo, including the hot-eyed Hei Shi Yechen, has not been deleted. Suddenly seeing him delete the painting of the violinist who was widely acclaimed, fans felt a little strange, and they sent private messages to ask him why , Did you encounter something?

Of course, Ye Chen didn't reply. After he blocked Monstar for the second time, the other party never came to him again.

Except for Xu Yuxing who would occasionally think of Xu Yuxing when he saw the piano shop opposite, this person had completely disappeared from Yechen's life.

When the weather heats up on weekends, sitting in the studio, there will be a large area of ​​sunlight slanting in, drawing the easel and people into long silhouettes.Sitting in the middle of the classroom, the two female models kept cuddling each other for hours.

The back door of the studio was quietly pushed open, and most of the students who were focused on painting didn't notice.

Bai Jingping walked lightly behind Yechen, sat down against the wall, plugged in his earphones and started playing games.

Once Yechen started painting, he seemed to be immersed in another world, and he would hardly be disturbed by the outside world. He accidentally glanced at the people in the corner when he lowered his head to wash his brushes.Yechen raised her foot and touched his leg.

Bai Jingping looked up at him, pulled off the earphone cable, and asked with his mouth: "It's over?"

Ye Chen shook his head.

"Oh." Bai Jingping put the earphones back as usual.

Sometimes on weekends, Bai Jingping would visit Yechen to play. If he didn’t answer the phone and didn’t reply to the message, this kind of missing state meant that he was painting. Anyway, he was either at home or in the studio. If Bai Jingping was bored, he would occasionally go directly to the studio to wait for him.

Ye Chen's painting has come to an end, but Bai Jingping has not been allowed to wait for too long.

After each class on weekends, Teacher Yu will communicate with each student individually, mainly to guide and comment on the works in class.

However, Yechen didn't stay in the small classroom for long, and within a few minutes after entering, he took the drawing out.

Except for some bad little habits, he draws very well most of the time.

When Yechen returned to the studio, Bai Jingping was already sitting in his seat chatting with the girl named Sang Meng next to him, and he didn't know what he said to make the little girl see her teeth but not her eyes.

He has always been outgoing, and he can talk to anyone, which is no surprise.

"By the way," Sang Meng took out two tickets to the music festival from her bag, "I was supposed to go to the Candy Music Festival next week with my friend, but two people just couldn't make it, Ye Chen and... "

She paused, then remembered that she had chatted with Bai Jingping for a long time without asking her name, and Bai Jingping introduced himself: "Bai Jingping."

Sang Meng smiled and said, "Bai Jingping, do you and Yechen want to go together?"

Yechen is not very interested in the music festival, he is packing up his painting equipment, when he hears this, he is about to refuse: "I won't—"

"Go!" Bai Jingping quickly cut off Yechen's conversation, took the ticket and stuffed it into his pocket, patted Yechen's shoulder to reassure Sang Meng, "Both Chen'er and I will go!"

Yechen glanced at him and pushed Bai Jingping's arm away, but he didn't smear him on the spot.

Bai Jingping bumped into him quietly, took out his phone and asked Sang Meng, "Then I'll add you a WeChat and transfer the ticket money to you."

Sang Meng clicked on the QR code for him to scan: "No, there are already two extra tickets."

"Then I will invite you to participate in other music festivals next time." Bai Jingping was kind.

The two hit it off, Yechen saw Bai Jingping's expression of not wanting to leave, so he took two steps back and leaned against the wall, took out the album in his bag and started sketching.

After drawing two pictures in a row, Sang Meng took the pictures and went to the small classroom to find Teacher Yu. After she left, Bai Jingping finally remembered Ye Chen, and came over with a smile: "Chen'er, let's go play."

Yechen threw the schoolbag over his shoulder, lifted his foot and walked outside.

"Wait for me." Bai Jingping chased after him, and while fiddling with his phone, he called out a few names and asked Ye Chen, "Chen'er, do you know these bands?"

"I don't know." He had never heard of any of them, "Ask Suisui."

Deng Suisui is also considered a half music fan. She has taken Deng Xing to a few Live House shows. Maybe Sang Meng is familiar with the music she likes.

Bai Jingping remembered: "I remember Lao Deng said that they will also go to the Candy Music Festival next week."

Yechen said, "I want to go by yourself, I won't go."

"That's impossible." Bai Jingping said, "I'm so embarrassed if you don't go."

"I don't think you're embarrassed at all."

Bai Jingping gave a "tsk" and strangled Yechen's neck: "Are you brother?"

As a brother, Yechen was dragged to the music festival scene by Bai Jingping softly and stubbornly.

Although the venue of the music festival is far away in the outskirts of the city, there are not many people at all. As one of the most popular and well-known music festivals in China, you can see people flocking to the music festival from the time you get off the subway, and many of them are strange Dress up bold and avant-garde trendy youth.

After meeting up with Sang Meng and his party at the ticket gate, Deng Xing and Deng Suisui hadn't arrived yet.

Bai Jingping looked at the phone, organized his words before saying to Ye Chen, "By the way, Chen'er, Jiang Zi will come later."

Ye Chen looked at him inexplicably.

Bai Jingping heard Deng Xing talk about the events of that day later, and he also knew Yechen's temper, so he exploded at once, but it was not the first time that Jiang Zi came to pester him after saying that he didn't like it, he was afraid that Jiang Zi would First, Ye Chen was annoyed, and then they broke up unhappy, and a group of people followed in embarrassment.

"What if she does..." Bai Jingping thought about it, "Don't be so ugly, save some face for girls."

Ye Chen didn't say a word, his gaze had already fallen on Deng Xing and Deng Suisui who were walking towards them.

Jiang Zi was half a step behind them, holding hands with another girl friend, and she was smiling happily when she saw something at the ticket gate. Smiling, he nodded to Ye Chen from the air as a greeting.

This was the first meeting between the two after the night at Red Light, but Jiang Zi didn't see Ye Chen like before, so she went over to find various topics, and used her hot face to stick to his cold ass.

Bai Jingping felt strange, only Yechen knew that the last goodbye that night was not just a casual farewell.