what is your vision

Lu Yunchu's gaze came up to him, and before Zhou Yanchuan could speak, he explained: "I just came down."

He was dressed in black, with his hands in his pockets, and he seemed to blend in with the shadow of the tree. Only when he walked into the light did he reveal his clear facial contours.

"Are you here to look for me?" Zhou Yanchuan was surprised, but he didn't look like he was out for a walk.

Lu Yunchu didn't say yes or no, but calmly narrated: "I saw you upstairs. Can I sit here?"

While he was asking, he had already sat down, and he didn't seem to intend to ask for the other party's opinion.However, Zhou Yanchuan didn't feel disturbed, and moved a little to the side so that the two of them were not too crowded.

Lu Yunchu sat down without making a sound, bathed in the light and melted into the moonlight, so that no one could notice much of his existence.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't want to go upstairs so quickly again, he rubbed his cold face, feeling a little relieved.

"Lu Yunchu, do you still remember asking me the other day that my parents must be right?"

"Ah."

"I've changed my mind." He raised his forehead lightly. "Not everyone is worthy of the word parents."

Zhou Yanchuan's voice sounded lower and hoarse than usual, as if it came from the abdominal cavity.

He endured it for a few days, and since he read Zhang Hong's diary, he has been suppressing the slowly growing bad emotions, until Zhang Hao made trouble and could no longer control the hatred factor in his heart.

Both his grandparents passed away, and his hatred has become a corrosion that has nowhere to pour out, and can only linger in his own body.

Lu Yunchu's heart trembled, and he felt the familiar discomfort again.Just like at the duck noodle shop that day, he was complaining for Zhou Yanchuan, even though he didn't know the whole situation yet.

"Not everyone is worthy of your tolerance." He turned his head sideways. "If you hate someone, he is really hateful."

Zhou Yanchuan was indeed full of resentment, but after hearing Lu Yunchu's words, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Why do you think that?" he asked. "You think I'm fair?"

"Then would you hate someone for no reason?"

"It seems that you have a good opinion of me." His consciousness suddenly returned to half a year ago, the same person was talking back secretly in his office, and the comparison between the two was very fresh.

The bad breath in his chest dissipated, and he wanted to talk again, together with the ugly past that he planned to rot in his stomach, he unfolded it one by one.

It was the first time for Lu Yunchu to come into contact with such a shocking family matter, his heart was agitated, his face was expressionless, and after his narration came to an end, he asked softly: "How is your mother doing afterwards?"

"Okay...if the family is poor, I can save it," he said. "My biggest regret is that when she passed away, I didn't make a good living and didn't let her live a prosperous life."

Even though he didn't pay too much attention to the news and gossip, based on his contacts with Zhou Yanchuan during this period, Lu Yunchu had already guessed that his parents had passed away, otherwise he wouldn't have said that he was "just alone" when taking Sabina in.

"My parents have a very good relationship and treat me well," Zhou Yanchuan continued. "There are also beatings and scolding. I beat my hands with a ruler. I forgot the next day, so I continued to do what I should do as a bastard."

Lu Yunchu let out a smile with a smile, and the extremely light white mist diluted in the night: "It's hidden death again?"

"Basically," he said with a nonchalant expression, "Anyway, they didn't really blame me, and I don't blame them either... I just thought it was impossible for a family to have a big grudge."

"It's good to think so." At least it means that he has not been hurt by his close relatives.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't know Lu Yunchu's family well, he only remembered that he said that his father had disposed of his dog arbitrarily, but after a little deduction, if it hadn't happened, would he have come to another city alone?

"Are you and your family—"

"What are you talking about, anyway, I'm fine now," Lu Yunchu lightly interrupted, "What about you? Are you comfortable?"

"I'm fine," he noticed Lu Yunchu looked away, "Are you here to chat with me?"

Lu Yunchu crossed his hands behind his back and straightened his arms in front of his chest: "Is it not possible?"

"Okay, you are really interested in the cold weather." Zhou Yanchuan stood up, his serious expression completely faded, "Should we go upstairs?"

Lu Yunchu maintained the previous movement and raised his arms above his head, as if stretching, but he didn't get up immediately.

"Still waiting for me to pull you?" Zhou Yanchuan held his temper, stretched out his hand to him, and suddenly realized that it was not suitable. He froze in place, with a slight embarrassment in his smile.

Lu Yun first realized his embarrassment, and rolled his eyes with a smile.He put down his hand without any hesitation, patted Zhou Yanchuan's outstretched palm vigorously, held it and let it go, in just a split second: "That's enough."

The street lights dragged two slender figures and disappeared into the bright corridor entrance.

Zhou Yanchuan swears harshly in front of his aunt and cousin the day before yesterday, and no longer interacts with anyone in the Zhang family, and the two of them didn't dare to say "no".Zhang Hao couldn't get along in Sencheng, and wished he could sneak back to his hometown as soon as possible.

In fact, he secretly had doubts in his heart. This matter was not like Zhang Hao's idea alone, and of course it was not his aunt.It's not that he believes in the character of these two people, but that he doubts whether they have such a brain.

Zhang Hao is bad, but even more stupid. Can a person with a poor mind think of using public opinion to smear others?

But if it is said that he intends to play tricks, the company has the evidence, and he won't get any benefit from fighting in front of the media. It looks more like being used as a gun by someone.

Mo Ziyang also felt that something was wrong, and asked Zhou Yanchuan in private: "Did you offend someone?"

"No," Zhou Yanchuan said affirmatively, "but it doesn't rule out that others have opinions on me."

People's hearts are unpredictable, even if you don't take the initiative to provoke others, it is hard to guarantee that you will not be hated, especially Hongchuan's momentum wins, there may be competitors, employees who are dissatisfied with the company system, or people who are simply jealous of Zhou Yanchuan.

This scope is too wide, and those trolls on the Internet are living examples. Who knows which person who hides behind the screen and laughs is the one who shot arrows at him.

Zhang Hao firmly insisted that it was his own idea, Zhou Yanchuan had only vague guesses and no real evidence, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

He was tired and didn't want to bother with this matter anymore, leaning on the office chair in a daze, all he could see was a wooden handicraft that had just been placed for a few days.

This is the woodcut decoration that Lu Yunchu gave him two days ago.Zhou Yanchuan put it on his desk, and he would play with it in his hand when he was bored.

From one angle, the wood carving looks like a person lying on its side, and from another angle, it looks a bit like a crouching deer, which is somewhat vivid and interesting.

However, Lu Yunchu said that he got the inspiration from the sauced bone that Wen County ate.Zhou Yanchuan was in mixed feelings when he heard that.

What strange ideas are in this man's mind.He smiled and put the things back on the table.

When Lu Yunchu received a call from Bai Shan, he was crouching on the bedside with his sketchbook in his arms.

Bai Shan said that there was an exhibition of Miro's paintings in Xiyuan Gallery recently, and asked him if he wanted to go there.

"Okay, I'll go on Sunday."

"You... you want to go on Sunday?"

"Well, what happened?"

"It's nothing, I'll save the ticket for you."

"Thank you." Lu Yunchu leaned back contentedly, and opened the drawing book.

"Yunchu, you seem to be in a good mood."

"Well," he admitted with a smile, "it's not bad."

He didn't say much about the rest, and Bai Shan didn't ask questions.After putting down the phone, Lu Yunchu picked up a pen and continued to perfect the content on the screen.

The few pages that have been drawn in this book are all sketches or sketches of Zhou Yanchuan.The first one was drawn when I invited him to dinner at home after chatting downstairs that day.

At that time, when Lu Yunchu came out of the kitchen, what he saw was Zhou Yanchuan who was sleeping with his head tilted on the sofa.

One hand was still resting on the armrest, his body was half straight, his head was tilted to one side, and he obviously fell asleep unconsciously.

Lu Yunchu was not in a hurry to wake up the other party, and found his sketchbook from the room.

Due to time constraints, he drew a sketch with simple lines, the face was drawn in detail, and most of the body was omitted, leaving only a rough outline.

He looked at the result of his drawing for a few minutes, and tapped his finger on the paper.The heartbeat is not fast, but the brush will not hide what kind of mood he has in drawing a person.

Lu Yunchu had already passed the age of inexperience, so he didn't need to search for the throbbing in his heart repeatedly, and then toss and turn for that little clue.

Once a seed breaks through the soil, it cannot suppress the power of growth, and there is nothing to hide.He likes Zhou Yanchuan, that's for sure.

He knew that Zhou Yanchuan would probably never like men, but compared to his current mood, this was not very important.

The sea of ​​people is vast, and the world is full of changes. Just meeting someone you like, the probability is very low, not to mention that he has had an emotional experience of disappointment.

Now that he has met again, he is very happy.