After the sea king wears into the ancient abuse text

A rare sunny afternoon.

Xie Qi watered the flowers on the windowsill a little.It is succulent, and a little water can feed it well.

The last bit of afterglow passed through the window and fell on the small whiteboard next to his seat.

On this board, the lines are twisted into a ball, and at first glance, it looks like some fragmentary stick figures.

Flames danced from the corners of the whiteboard—still in his favorite light blue pen.

Next to the board, three bottles of perfume stood quietly.

One of the bottles is drop-shaped, small and exquisite, and looks particularly pocket-sized.

It was the bottle that Yu Yicheng gave him that day.

In the past few days, apart from his work, he has been thinking about this painting.

Since there is a proposition, it cannot be the opposite of the perfume itself.

Finding out what the perfumer thinks behind the fragrance is the first step.

A few strokes were added to the whiteboard, only to be crossed out hastily.

No.

"despair."

He put the pen on the table, pulled up the bed curtain and closed his eyes.

Ding--

After a while, the alarm clock rang.

It was his scheduled reminder to go to the bar.

Today... Yu Yicheng said last time that he will go there.

Before leaving, Xie Qi deliberately brought all the paintings from last week.

The lights in the Stroll are still dim.

It was still early in the evening, so he simply nestled in his dedicated booth.

As soon as he sat down, the phone vibrated.

Yu Yicheng: Come to the second floor?

He looked up.

It was still the position he had seen before, with a familiar figure sitting.

He walked up to Yu Yicheng and sat down opposite him.

Standing on the table is a transparent bottle with a white rose in it.

A plate of cakes was pushed in front of him.

"This one is not too sweet." Seeing him staring at the cake, Yu Yicheng said.

Xie Qi picked up the spoon and ate according to his words.

Although he didn't bother with the sweetness issue just now, he was just thinking that he just didn't have dinner.

"A small light is installed on the top, and the outer fence has been closed," Yu Yicheng continued, "If you want to draw here, no one will bother you."

"Thank you."

Yu Yicheng went straight to the point, he didn't talk nonsense, took a few bites in a hurry, took out the painting bag and started.

The pen moved a few times, but stopped again, not moving forward for a long time.

"Is there a problem?"

"……No."

He stared at the painting without looking up.

But obviously in a daze.

"You can talk to me."

"..." He glanced at the man opposite, with obvious doubts in his eyes.

Yu Yicheng's main business is business. Although he is involved in the art industry and has a high level of appreciation, it should be far away from design itself... right?

"It would be better to say it." Yu Yicheng said in a calm voice.

"It's nothing. Recently, I was looking at the previous information of the perfumer, as well as his previous works." He drew a small circle on the corner of the drawing paper with a pen. "It's very quiet and long."

"This time the perfume is very strong and sharp."

"The contrast is too great, don't you think it was created by one person?"

"No," he cast his eyes down in thought, "it's not—"

"He's a perfumer with a very personal touch, I can feel that."

"Rather than saying that there is too much difference, it is better to say that it has surfaced, or that a layer of veil has faded."

"Huh?" Yu Yicheng seemed very interested.

"I used to like similar serenity fragrances, but they were just... very heavy," he began to recall, "but this perfumer's creation is... like lying under the surface of quiet water, growing up, and going behind, this The feeling is stronger."

"So this time the work broke through?"

Xie Qi looked up and saw Yu Yicheng looking at him intently.

—He seems to be smiling?

Xie Qi shook his head and pulled back his thoughts.

"A little bit, it's this feeling."

But it always felt like something was missing.

"No hurry, there is still time."

"Well, it's my turn to play."

He motioned to Yu Yicheng, and Shi Shiran walked down.

Today he has been playing some gentle pieces.

It's like the thoughts are wandering slowly, staying for a while from time to time.

Over and over again, the slender fingers slid back and forth across the keys unconsciously.

Weirdly cute.

Such words suddenly came out of Yu Yicheng's heart.

Although Xie Qi stabs people very occasionally, he is still young after all.

For example, at times like this, there is a kind of unexpected innocence.

He probably didn't realize this kind of innocence himself, but Yu Yicheng caught it.

After playing the piano and returning to his seat, Xie Qi stared at the canvas, eyes still open, staring at the pen in his hand.

A little dull.

"Don't be too nervous, just relax."

Yu Yicheng pushed him a glass of lemonade.

"Oh."

Xie Qi's words became less and less.

"Put it aside first," Yu Yicheng pressed the other end of the paintbrush in his hand, "talk to me, okay?"

"it is good."

He answered without thinking, a bit like he hasn't recovered yet.

"A...a little more personal question." Yu Yicheng's hand did not loosen, his voice was softer, "Do you only accept the relationship of lovers?"

"Of course," he blurted out, "I told you that last time."

If Yu Yicheng still asked why...then he didn't want to answer.

He doesn't like others prying into his mind.

It's just a personal habit, how can there be so many explanations.

"It's with multiple people at the same time... You don't care how many people you have at the same time, just need a sexual relationship?"

"No." This time he answered faster, frowned, thought for a while, and added, "Health risk."

"It's just because of the health risks, and there is no resistance in my heart?"

This question somewhat crosses the line.

Xie Qi pursed his lips and said nothing.

But Yu Yicheng had already seen his resistance.

He took back the paintbrush, but Yu Yicheng held it empty.

"If you and your lover are devoted to each other," Yu Yicheng changed the phrase, "can't that be regarded as love?"

"I don't fall in love."

Xie Qi withdrew his hand and rested his wrist on the table.

He uttered these words and closed his mouth.

"...Is it because of Shao Lian?" Yu Yicheng also withdrew his hand, "Are you scared?"

"Yes and no, it has nothing to do with you."

He thought his face must be very ugly.

It's been a long time since anyone asked themselves such a question.

Most of the days in his previous life... he was in a... the same frivolous circle as him.

If you can get along, stay together, if you can't, then separate, and never cross the boundary with each other.

They don't ask each other what they think.

He should be angry when Yu Yicheng asked him like this.

...he wanted to leave.

Xie Qi squeezed the glass, shivering from the ice.

"sorry."

But the apology from the man opposite seemed sincere.

It made him not speak out.

"What I said that day—" Yu Yicheng seemed to have something to say.

"I don't want to talk anymore." He interrupted bluntly.

He didn't know why he stayed here just now, and let Yu Yicheng press him step by step.

But at least he couldn't let Yu Yicheng talk anymore.

"you--"

"I haven't eaten yet." He twitched the corner of his mouth.

he has to go.

"It's so late, you haven't eaten?" Unexpectedly, Yu Yicheng frowned, and said without thinking, "I'll accompany you."

"..."

According to his usual practice, he was going to refuse.

But until Yu Yicheng came straight over to put away the paintings and pick up the bag for him, he didn't say a word.

作者有话要说：感谢阅读。感谢在2021-08-0422:24:38~2021-08-0623:34:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Soft father;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 16 bottles of the mechanism;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!