what is your vision

The week-long exhibition of Miró's paintings was held at Xiyuan Gallery in the urban area.Lu Yunchu has liked Mi Luo since he was a student, and he would come even if Bai Shan didn't remind him.

He felt that there was something in Bai Shan's words that day, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, and he didn't realize what was going on until Sunday afternoon.When he was walking out of the museum, he happened to bump into Lin Yizhe who was also visiting the exhibition.

Recently, it's not that Lin Yizhe hasn't contacted him privately, but he has rejected these almost date invitations for various reasons.

"Yunchu," Lu Yunchu's face was expressionless, but Lin Yizhe's expression was beaming with joy, "I'm still wondering if you will come to this exhibition, but Sister Bai said she didn't know, so we are destined?"

"We will meet each other by fate" was what Lu Yunchu said casually to prevaricate him at the beginning, but it turned out to be shooting himself in the foot.

Fortunately, it was close to closing time, so they all had to leave.

"Unfortunately, it seems a bit late." He walked out while talking.

There is a half-sized parking lot next to the gallery, where his car is parked.

"It's not too late," Lin Yizhe followed closely beside him, "Although we can't watch the exhibition together, we can—"

"Zhou Yanchuan!" Lu Yunchu didn't listen to what Lin Yizhe was saying.The Mercedes next to his parking space looked very familiar, and he waved his hands and yelled after seeing the person getting out of the car.

"Hey, it's you?" Zhou Yanchuan closed the car door, took a few steps towards him, and then noticed the extra person next to Lu Yunchu—Chen'an's young master. Nodding in greeting, "Hello."

"Mr. Zhou, long time no see," Lin Yizhe greeted solemnly, "Did you also come to see the Miluo Exhibition?"

There is no other parking lot nearby, and many car owners who park here are not here for the art exhibition, not to mention that the gallery has not been allowed to enter this spot for a long time, Lin Yizhe just asked knowingly.Lu Yunchu gave him a dark look.

"What is rice?" Zhou Yanchuan was confused, "Milo coffee?"

Lin Yizhe covered his mouth and chuckled: "I'm talking about Juan Miro, a Spanish painter and sculptor..."

"Zhou Yanchuan," Lu Yunchu ignored his long-winded speech, and walked around to the front of the car to talk to Zhou Yanchuan, "Are you here for business?"

"Dinner," Zhou Yanchuan said bluntly, "there is a good food stall in front, by the way, last time I asked you to eat, how about today?"

Just as Lu Yunchu was about to agree, Lin Yizhe stepped forward and interrupted again: "Yunchu, actually, I just wanted to ask you, are you interested in eating French food?"

"Sorry, Mr. Lin," Lu Yunchu said to him with a smile on his face, "I made an appointment with Mr. Zhou a few days ago."

Regardless of whether it was a previous appointment or a temporary idea, Lu Yunchu ignored him and mouthed "Let's go" to Zhou Yanchuan.

"Boss Lin," Zhou Yanchuan raised his hands towards Lin Yizhe, "I'll see you later."

The food stall that Zhou Yanchuan mentioned is on the side of a small road, which can only accommodate one car at a time, and there is no parking space. No wonder he parked his car next to the gallery.There is a middle school and a vocational school nearby, and most of the people who come to eat are students.

"How did you find this place?" Lu Yunchu wondered, Zhou Yanchuan always seemed to be able to dig out some treasures from every corner.

"Online reviews," he generously pointed his phone in front of him, and clicked on one of the apps, "I've been here a few times."

Although this is not a big restaurant, but the hall is larger than the duck noodle shop, and they come early, so it is easy to find a vacant seat.

It was not the first time to eat with Zhou Yanchuan, Lu Yunchu sat across from him with ease, but after sitting down, he found that Zhou Yanchuan was staring at him unnaturally.

When he glanced over, Zhou Yanchuan withdrew his gaze, ordered food on his mobile phone, looked over after a while, and said hesitantly, "That man, Mr. Lin...you'd better keep your contact with him less."

Lu Yunchu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is that what you're thinking about?"

"Well," it seems that it is not good to talk about people behind the scenes, but Lin Yizhe's chaotic private life is no secret to the outside world. Zhou Yanchuan is not sure if Lu Yunchu has heard of it. one."

"The playboy wins his heart for love" and "the prodigal son turns his head back for money" are plots that only appear in idol dramas. Zhou Yanchuan is conservative in his thinking and prefers to believe that "the world is easy to change and the nature cannot be changed."

Lu Yunchu chuckled: "Of course I know."

"Oh," a mouthful of hot tea slipped down his throat, scalding Zhou Yanchuan, "You know?"

"So? You think he's playing tricks on me?"

"It's easy to see, isn't it?" Judging from Lu Yunchu's tone, Zhou Yanchuan guessed that he wasn't being kept in the dark, "I'm not trying to be a nosy, I just think... If you want to find a boyfriend, you should be able to find someone more OK."

The corners of Lu Yunchu's lips raised even higher: "For example?"

"Like what?"

"Didn't you say that I can find a better one?" He said teasingly, "like who?"

"How would I know, I don't know any other gays, but there must be..." Zhou Yanchuan scratched his head in embarrassment, "You don't really have an interest in that Mr. Lin, do you?"

"Of course not," Lu Yunchu put away his jokes, "I'm not interested in him at all."

Zhou Yanchuan heaved a sigh of relief, maybe he was emotionally inclined to Lu Yunchu, thinking that he was his own, if Lu Yunchu really found Lin Yizhe, it would be a bit like his own cabbage being raped by a pig.

But let him analyze what kind of person Lu Yunchu is suitable for, and he can't tell why. Anyway, he has to have a sense of responsibility, don't be like his last boyfriend.

"Let's eat." Lu Yunchu said.

The small shop served the food quickly, and after a few words, the clerk brought out two dishes--farm fried pork and braised dried bamboo shoots.

During the meal, Zhou Yanchuan felt that Lu Yunchu was in a particularly good mood, and he didn't know why.

Their car was still in the parking lot, and Zhou Yanchuan wanted to go to the restroom first when they came out after eating, but it happened that there was something wrong with the restroom in the shop, so they had to make a detour to the public restroom.

The two drove their own cars, there was no need to keep Lu Yunchu waiting, so he said to Lu Yunchu: "You go back first, I will go by myself."

"Okay," Lu Yunchu waved his hand, "Slow down on the road."

There are few small restaurants nearby, and there are few people at night in winter. At this time, diners leave one after another, and the alleys that were full of cheers before gradually lose their popularity, and the sound of washing dishes can be heard clearly.

To get to the public toilet, you have to cross an unusually dark narrow path, which is narrower than the section where the restaurant is located.There used to be a light at the intersection, but today even the street light is broken, and it is pitch black and endless.

Half way through Zhou Yanchuan began to regret that he would not have gone if he had known earlier, but now that he was halfway there, it was not worth it to turn back, so he could only continue to move forward cautiously.

After walking a few more meters, he heard the sound of shoes rubbing against the floor quickly, and turned his head vigilantly.

"Who?"

He couldn't see clearly, but felt a force rushing towards him.The moment the stick fell, he raised his arm.