Warm and respectful people

The moon on the window slowly moved to the upper right, the clear moonlight filled most of the room, and Xia Wen's luggage bag was wide open in the corner.

Shen Xueyu smelled the faintly sweet fragrance from Xia Wen's body.

Xia Wen curled up in a corner of the big white bed, Shen Xueyu rolled her hands under her armpits, hugged her whole, her long black hair fell down, and then put it on the pillow.

The person on the bed did not sleep peacefully, his brows were frowned, his face was red.

Shen Xueyu went to the bathroom and wrung out a disposable towel, sat on the side of the bed and wiped Xia Wen's face and neck carefully.

In the room as quiet as the lake, she silently looked at Xia Wen's face.

The little girl is growing more and more open, her facial features are plump and delicate, like a peach full of moisture in summer, the fruit that used to be wet and green in Xiawen, now exudes a sweet fragrance in Xiawen, attracting people to keep approaching.

After staying for a while, Shen Xueyu closed the curtains and left.

When he opened the door, Jiang Chuan, who was covered in sweat, rushed up the stairs panting.

Shen Xueyu closed the door, laid it beside the door, raised her eyelids and glanced at Jiang Chuan: "What are you running for?"

"I heard that honey water can relieve hangovers, so I went to the supermarket I passed by to buy it." He said, shaking the bottled honey in his hand.

The nearest supermarket takes at least 10 minutes to walk back.

Shen Xueyu: "She's asleep, you can give it tomorrow."

Jiang Chuan didn't dare to go in and disturb him, so he followed the teacher and left.

"I heard from Wen Wen that the teacher is the elder sister who watched her grow up." As long as there is a second person present, Jiang Chuan will not allow the appearance of silence.

Shen Xueyu stopped in her tracks and glanced at him.

Wen Wen?

Looking at the older sister?

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The group played comfortably in the ancient town for three days, slept until they woke up naturally, went to an authentic restaurant for dinner, took a walk along the river in the afternoon, and found a teahouse to rest when tired.

It's a good leisure trip for Xiawen.

On the fourth day, the group drove back by themselves.

The two cars were driven by two boys in the team, and Shen An'an was kicked out of the ranks of drivers.

Originally, Xia Wen wanted to share a car with Shen An'an, but the female student from Shen Xueyu was obsessed with learning the piano recently, and when she learned that Shen An'an was a top student in the Conservatory of Music, she immediately became interested and dragged her to her classmate's car. car.

When the car door was closed, the girl smiled and said to Xia Wen: "Our teacher looks very serious, but in fact... he is quite a nice person."

you sure? ? ?

Shen An'an pulled down the car window and winked at her, Xia Wen waved her hand to indicate that there was no problem with this arrangement.

As soon as Xia Wen got into the car, the driver Jiang Chuan bragged to her about his glorious history: "I have been to Tibet by car."

Shen Xueyu was already sitting inside, with her jet-black hair down, glasses on, earphones in her ears, a gray MacPro on her knees, and her slender, skinny fingers typing on the keyboard quickly.

"We have an experiment in cooperation with the United States. A student is producing data in the national laboratory, and the teacher is accepting and confirming it." Jiang Chuan explained to Xia Wen.

He turned his head while talking, and said in a low voice to Xia Wen in the back seat: "The teacher didn't ignore you on purpose, so don't worry."

Xia Wen smiled slightly: "Work is more important." This is what she expected.

No words all the way that is the best.

I have to say that Shen Xueyu is really serious at work, her lips are tightly pursed, her hair is falling, and her eyes are focused. It seems that nothing that happens around her can disturb her in the slightest.

There is only one thing in mind.

Xia Wen used to think that if there was one person who could become Shen Xueyu's only one, it would be supreme happiness.

But unfortunately, that person is not me.

The unformed dreams of youth always make people feel a little bit disappointed. Xia Wen lowered the car window a little, and the wind wrapped in grass juice in the wild blows in.

She rested her head on the glass, preparing to close her eyes and meditate.

The road from the ancient town to the elevated road is a stretch of fields, and the scenery outside the window is beautiful but monotonous.

Seeing Xia Wen's appearance through the rearview mirror, Jiang Chuan seemed a little sleepy.

Pleasing beautiful girls is what he likes and is best at.

"How about we play the truth?" Jiang Chuan suggested.

"How do two people play in the car?"

"It's just one person asking, and one person answering. You can ask me first."

Xia Wen was also idle, glanced at the person who was still working beside him from the corner of the eye and quickly asked, "Doing a Ph.D. in physics... is it fun?"

Jiang Chuan shook his head: "It's not for fun, but to explore the unknown. Physics is the jewel in the crown of science." He laughed first, "This is what our teacher told me."

"Have you...have you ever liked someone before?" Jiang Chuan's question was a bit direct.

It is true that some girls like straight boys, but Xia Wen is not among them.

But it is not very repulsive.

"I liked one when I was ignorant."

"Now? Do you still like it?" Jiang Chuan asked.

Xia Wen smiled: "Now that I've grown up, I've thought about it a long time ago. It was just a joke before."

The wind blew Xia Wen's black hair up. In the tangled hair, her eyes were bright when she smiled.

The students in the United States are still communicating with Shen Xueyu about the sample data, but the smooth communication has encountered a freeze.

Shen Xueyu still seemed to be concentrating, but her hand typing on the keyboard stopped.

When we were just together, one day, Xia Wen dragged Shen Xueyu to climb a mountain.

That mountain is famous for its maple leaves, but in summer, climbing here is purely a physical activity.In the morning, all the people walking towards me were some elderly couples.

Panting heavily, Xia Wen held Shen Xueyu's hand in front, and walked forward step by step.

"Do you regret coming out?"

Xia Wen shook his head resolutely.Then an old couple who set off late passed the two of them easily at a constant speed.

"Young people need to exercise more."

Xia Wen panted heavily and tugged at Shen Xueyu's hand: "Do you think we will climb mountains together like these people when we get old?"

"You're still young, and it's hard to tell what your future path will be like."

Shen Xueyu smiled wryly, what she used to persuade Xia Wen at that time has now become a gap that she cannot overcome.

Jiang Chuan sent Xia Wen all the way downstairs in the community. When getting off the car, Jiang Chuan pulled down the window and yelled at Xia Wen who was returning with his luggage.

"When there are activities in school, I call you out to play."

Xia Wen turned around, smiled and agreed.

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On the first day of work after the long vacation, the office did not fully enter the working atmosphere all morning.

He Wen held several meetings one after another and ran around.

A colleague said softly to the people around him: "I heard that Wang Man contacted several donors when he was on vacation, and the results are good. It looks very happy to see Moments."

"He really regards our place as his own show."

"That's right, we are the restoration department, and the contact person is just a job for me after the staff is reduced."

"She can't do professional work, so she can only do this kind of thing to make money for herself."

Xia Wen basically didn't participate in this kind of chat, and followed everyone behind with a smile.

Then a colleague mentioned Xia Wen: "Aren't you angry that you specifically mentioned people in your group during the meeting?"

"Why are you angry? It's something I don't want to do. It's easier to get over it." Xia Wen replied.

In the afternoon, Xia Wen received a message from the editor of the publishing house, saying that there will be an exhibition of Lin Weiwei starting this Wednesday, and it will last for a week.

Xia Wen immediately accepted and expressed his gratitude.

The art gallery is only a 10-minute walk from the museum, and you will arrive at a sunken square.

On the first day of the exhibition, Xia Wen rushed there after get off work.

Art galleries and museums have adopted a flow-limiting policy, and the number of tickets is not large. When Xia Wen entered, the extremely cold venues were very quiet.

A major feature of this exhibition is the collection of Lin Weiwei's different styles from the early days to the present, and what is particularly legendary about her is that her painting styles are very different. At first glance, it looks like the works of two people.

In the early stage, it was the super-realistic style of the Dutch school, dedicated to accurately depicting the light and shadow of the characters on a strand of hair, but in the middle and late stages, it was an extremely obscure abstract style. The accumulation of color blocks and the distortion of lines made it difficult to figure out the author's intention .

This also led to frequent wars of words among her fans in the early and late stages, and the huge jump in aesthetic taste made her more topical.

Xia Wen went around in the exhibition management, and finally stopped in front of a painting that few people saw.

An oil painting of fuchsia flowers floating on a green field, in the eyes of many people, is a painting without temper and personality, but Xia Wen likes the soft and hazy artistic conception in it very much.

When Xia Wen bought a computer for the first time, he set this painting as his desktop, and it has not changed until now.

She stood under the painting, folded her arms and watched quietly, not noticing the person behind her.

"Do you like this painting too?" Jiang Nian asked.

Xia Wen turned around, a little surprised: "Well, I like it."

"This one should be one of Lin Weiwei's works that few people know about. Apart from you, there is another person who also likes it."

Xia Wen didn't care about this well: "That's right." Jing had no intention of continuing to communicate.

Jiang Nian turned his gaze back to the painting, and said to himself: "Before when Lin Weiwei unfolded it to the United States, I took Xueyu to accompany me to see it. It was the busiest time for her experiments, as you know, It was not easy for her to let go of the experiment, she followed me, and I introduced to her the works that received the most compliments, but she only liked this one.”

Xia Wen said: "This is probably the charm of a work of art. Look at how beautiful it is. There is no struggle but letting go."

As he spoke, there was a gentle warmth on his face.

"Then... have you really let go?" Jiang Nian asked.

Xia Wen turned to look at her, and said calmly: "Just because you like and obsess yourself, doesn't mean that others are like you."

As soon as the words were finished, Xia Wen's phone vibrated in her bag. She said sorry and left, walking to a corner.

The phone vibrated and was quickly hung up. Xia Wen picked it up and saw that it was Shen Xueyu's number.

Then a new WeChat message popped up.

"I have a ticket for Lin Weiwei's art exhibition, do you want to go?"

Xia Wen replied quickly: "Did you send it to the wrong person?"

I should not be the one looking at the painting with you.

The author has something to say: Wen Wen is so kind, he has never accompanied me to see an art exhibition!