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Seeing that Ji Yusheng was puzzled by his sudden sharing of Machiato, Song Shihe smiled, and suddenly reached out and tapped Ji Yusheng's hand and said:

"Brand, which means a fire mark on a person, animal or utensil. As a mark, it represents a deep and indelible mark." (1)

The blazing heat penetrated through the skin through the fingertips and reached the bottom of Ji Yusheng's heart. At this moment, Ji Yusheng seemed to be able to feel the word "branding". Song Shihe's hand left a brand on his hand like a burning iron. The difference is that this burning iron is somewhat The extremely high heat of the sun, but with the gentleness of the clouds, gently and softly left an imprint on him without a trace, which is probably an indelible imprint in his heart.

Song Shihe felt Ji Yusheng's hand tremble slightly after being touched by him, and then moved away. He smiled in a low voice, and then continued the topic just now. He pointed to the coffee with a stirring stick and continued:

"Just like this cup of EspressoMachiato, Machiato refers to the caramel in this cup of coffee, and at the same time expresses the meaning of branding, and Espresso is strong coffee. Adding caramel on top of Caramel Macchiato means a sweet imprint .”

When Song Shihe said this, Ji Yusheng paid more attention to feeling the cup of coffee, the smell of caramel in the air seemed to be getting stronger, Ji Yusheng felt like he was in the clouds, with a cotton candy-like cloud under his pillow, As if the gods knocked over the golden honey pot, the honey not only sweetened the whole sky, but also made it golden.

But Ji Yusheng always felt that Song Shihe's words meant something else. He suddenly thought of the topic that he and Song Shihe had been discussing recently, and his messy head, like a graffiti made to vent his anger, suddenly turned into a painting with clear lines.Song Shihe used a coffee stirrer to pierce the white foam on the coffee, and at the same time, something in Ji Yusheng's brain seemed to be punctured suddenly.

Ji Yusheng slowly tightened his hand holding the coffee cup, looked at Song Shihe and said:

"In the era when Rococo art was pursued and modernism was rejected, Rococo art may also be a brand to the artists at that time."

Hearing this, Song Shihe looked at Ji Yusheng's eyes and couldn't help but light up, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened. He nodded appreciatively and said:

"Human beings are visual animals. Rococo art was also a brand to the nobles at that time. This brand was not left on the surface, not engraved on the skin, but in the heart. They pursued art with a high degree of fidelity, and despised the possibility of Paintings that don’t look so “beautiful” but contain connotations.”

"They say that others define "beauty" indiscriminately, but in fact, how can there be a definition of real beauty? Beauty has no frame, but they deliberately frame "beauty"."

After hearing Song Shihe's words, Ji Yusheng felt as if he had uncovered the face of modernity like a girl in tulle, and had a deeper understanding of its meaning.

Seeing that Ji Yusheng's face became a little serious because of thinking, Song Shihe picked up the coffee, took a sip and said to Ji Yusheng with a smile:

"So maybe they don't like drinking EspressoMachiato."

Ji Yusheng laughed lightly when he heard this, and accepted Song Shihe's joke.

"Because they don't like 'Sweet Mark.'"

After Song Shihe saw Ji Yusheng's smiling face and felt the coming spring, he smiled and shook the coffee in his hand, and asked:

"Shengsheng, do you want to try "Sweet Mark"?"

Ji Yusheng was taken aback when he heard this, for Song Shihe quickly regarded him as a very close friend and even didn't care about many things, Ji Yusheng always felt that he didn't know how to deal with it.Of course, he himself is very happy to be friends with Mr. Song, and being able to go to the art exhibition with Song Shihe is a luck that he has never thought of before, but what troubles him is the way he gets along with Song Shihe Unlike ordinary friends, Song Shihe always made him feel unexpected.This kind of feeling is like the flowing river reflecting the light of the sun, it is also like the wind and string music in the orchestra resonate and vibrate, and it is more like the fusion of all elements in the oil painting.

This strange feeling made Ji Yusheng unable to find the right words to describe their relationship, and because of this, he often felt that he didn't know how to face Song Shihe.

"Shengsheng?" Seeing that Ji Yusheng didn't respond, Song Shihe called him again.

Only then did Ji Yusheng's thoughts float back, and he quickly pushed back and said:

"No, I think cappuccino is also delicious."

Saying this, he took a big sip to show that he really likes to drink cappuccino, but because he was too anxious to save himself, he didn't notice that the coffee was still slowly smoking white smoke.

"Shengsheng, be careful one by one"

"Hiss, it's so hot!"

Ji Yusheng was so burned that his tongue stuck out, and he even raised his hand to fan his tongue.

"Shengsheng, you didn't get burned, did you? Do you want me to get some cold water?"

Song Shihe stared at Ji Yusheng's slightly reddened tongue, which was like the tip of a summer peach, and asked nervously.

Ji Yusheng only felt that Song Shihe's voice sounded two or three points lower than usual, and when he saw Song Shihe was about to stand up again, he immediately grabbed Song Shihe's sleeve and said:

"It's okay, it's okay, this cappuccino is really delicious."

Song Shihe, who had just stood up, was taken aback when he saw Ji Yusheng pulling his sleeve, and then seeing Ji Yusheng smiling and saying that the cappuccino was delicious, he sat down again, pointed at Ji Yusheng's coffee, and asked him with a smile:

"Is it really good? Maybe...can I have a sip?"