Warm and respectful people

It rained all night in late autumn, drenching the whole city, and when it dawned, it cleared up and the sun was shining.

When Xia Yuan was discharged from the hospital, Shen Xueyu came over early in the morning, and the car was parked downstairs.

The wind outside was strong, Xia Wen rolled up his collar, and took the packed luggage downstairs.Xia Yuan walked down by himself and sat in the back seat.

Xia Yuan coughed lightly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, it's the same if we take a taxi by ourselves."

Shen Xueyu shook her head: "No trouble." As she spoke, she was a little worried that Xia Wen was alone on it, and pushed the door to get off.

The elevator was full of people, and it was enough to walk up and down the stairs while waiting. Xia Wen carried a travel bag and walked down the stairs. When he turned the corner, he happened to meet Shen Xueyu who came up from downstairs.

Xia Wen was surprised: "Didn't I tell you to wait in the car? Let my father see me and say me again."

Shen Xueyu was silent, knowing Xia Wen's concerns, she didn't say anything, she pulled Xia Wen over and wrapped the long brown scarf in her hand around her.

The neck that was still in the wind was immediately covered tightly, Xia Wen's small face was half covered by the scarf, and his eyes looked extraordinarily bright.

Blinking and blinking, she looked at Shen Xueyu, her eyes squinted and she smiled like a little crescent moon.

The other party casually took the bag from Xia Wen's hand, turned around and walked down, Xia Wen pulled forward with both hands: "Why are you like this?"

The hospital hall was full of people coming and going, most of them were walking in, Xia Wen chased Shen Xueyu out.

When approaching the car, Shen Xueyu returned the bag in Xia Wen's hand, still with a calm expression, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with her.

Xia Wen looked at the bag in his hand in a daze for a moment, wondering if Shen Xueyu had taken acting courses abroad.

The car drives outside the school. The teacher's apartment is behind the school and needs to go around from the school's outer wall.

Xia Yuan lowered the car window, and explained to Shen Xueyu, who was driving, the changes of the school in the past few years: "The foundation of this teaching building was not built when you were studying, and now several classes of students have been sent away. Wenlou?"

Xia Yuan, who has lived here for most of his life, is getting old, and he likes to chat with graduate students about the buildings and plants on campus.

Shen Xueyu held the steering wheel and stared ahead, but occasionally turned her head to respond to Xia Yuan's words, and made a few brief comments, and the two of them had a pleasant exchange.

The car stopped smoothly downstairs.

When he was about to get off the car, Xia Yuan warmly greeted Shen Xueyu to go upstairs for dinner, Shen Xueyu pursed her lips, her first reaction was to look like Xia Wen beside her.

The other party raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of warning in his eyes.

Shen Xueyu smiled: "There is still something to do at school, I will visit next time."

The father and daughter stood at the entrance of the corridor and watched the black Mercedes-Benz backing up. They didn't turn back until they drove out of the gate of the community, ready to go home.

When going upstairs, Xia Wen carried the luggage with one hand and helped Xia Yuan with the other.

Xia Yuan glanced at Xia Wen silently, the kind of eyes that glance at students who are doing small movements underneath during class.

Confident with a bit of disdain for small actions.The long-term student life made Xia Wen feel guilty about this kind of eyes.

The wind poured in from the windows at the entrance of the corridor.

Xia Yuan: "Why did you wink at Shen Xueyu just now and not let her come to eat at home?"

Xia Wen couldn't help but admire the old teacher's keen observation ability, he was really meticulous.

She laughed a few times: "No one lives in the house for a week, do you invite someone to come in to eat ashes?"

Xia Yuan accepted the offensive-defensive strategy after thinking for a while, and nodded: "I have to make up for it next time."

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In the evening, Xia Wen asked Xu Fengmian to have a supper together, and the place was set in the newly built shopping mall outside the school.

After nine o'clock, the shopping mall was still bright and warm. Xia Wen took off the scarf and put it in his hand, and rushed to the crowded store behind him to order two fried yogurts.

The waiter brother gave her a pick-up slip.

When Xu Fengmian came over, he was wearing a brown overcoat, walking with wind, making the little girls around turn their heads frequently.

She looked at the two servings of fried yogurt in Xia Wen's hand: "Your treat is too poor."

Xia Wen stuffed her with a strawberry flavored one: "If you don't eat it, go away."

The two found a seating area in the middle of the mall and sat down.

In late autumn, the heating in the shopping mall was not turned on, and the sweet and sour yogurt was so cold that the expressions of the two of them were distorted.

Xu Fengmian leaned against the wall, stretched his long legs, and asked her, "How is uncle doing now?"

"There is no risk to your body, but you must be very careful in your life in the future. You can't stop the medicine and don't get tired. Overall, it's stable." When Xia Wen said this, Xia Wen himself was also relieved.

Xu Fengmian looked at her: "Are you really going to throw that painting out?"

When Xia Wen was young and ignorant, she once drew a picture for Shen Xueyu. At that time, she was still in an ignorant and passionate love. The brush was jerky, but she was full of enthusiasm.She spent a whole month without sleep and rest, and couldn't even eat on time, and finally the painting took shape.

The college roommate at the time was still scared when she said it later, fearing that Xia Wen would faint in the studio.

Xia Wen nodded: "Didn't you say that it is my best work, maybe I won't be able to draw a second one in my life?"

In the past few years, Xu Fengmian repeatedly persuaded Xia Wen to sell this painting or find a private buyer to buy it and cash out.

Xu Fengmian nodded: "If you had sold it earlier, you wouldn't just treat me to fried yogurt for supper."

Xia Wen was a little uneasy: "Is it really that good?" After all, few people have seen this painting, so Xu Fengmian always talked about it.

Xu Fengmian poked Xia Wen's tender cheeks with icy fingers: "How about this, you give me the painting, and after it's sold, how about you seven and three?"

Xia Wen smiled and kicked her: "I gave it to the editor who is publishing the album, and asked him to compile it into my album."

Xu Fengmian frowned: "Is that person reliable? Is he familiar with you better than me?"

"Aren't you in finance?"

Xu Fengmian glanced at her: "Your paintings are also commodities."

The two were noisy, and Xia Wen was brewing for a while, biting the small wooden spoon in his mouth, and asked: "Sister Yunshen is coming to our museum, do you know?"

Xia Wen only found out about Lin Yunshen's arrival in the past two days. He came in the form of talent introduction, and the starting point was very high.

Xu Fengmian was amused by Xia Wen's careful look: "Know a little bit."

Xia Wen was confused by Xu Fengmian's relaxed expression, but she didn't ask too much. People like Xu Fengmian don't want to say that it's useless to ask.

Xu Fengmian squeezed the small box after eating and threw it into the trash can beside him.

"Wen Wen, you and Shen Xueyu have reconciled." One sentence was clean and neat.

Xia Wen's hand that stirred the yogurt trembled, and she found that the people around her, whether it was her father, Xu Fengmian, or even Shen Xueyu, were all human beings.

She glanced at Xu Fengmian faintly: "You...why are you so clear about other people's feelings?"

Confused Xu Fengmian twitched the corners of his mouth, stood up and leaned his back on the glass handrail, and took out a tissue to wipe the water droplets from his fingertips.

"In addition to looking at data, my job is to look at people's faces. A little girl like you is the easiest to see. And that painting is simply the imprint of your teenage youth. If you can take it out, it means that you have put it down."

Xia Wen just wanted to yell at her: "Why do you know me so well, you don't understand..." His mouth opened and closed.

Xu Fengmian reached out and lifted the little girl's chin, and closed her mouth: "I don't understand Lin Yunshen's thoughts, so I don't need you to remind me."

Then she returned to sit beside Xia Wen curiously: "Tell me, what kind of clever method did Shen Xueyu use?"

Xia Wen was not happy: "If you pay back the means, can't you exchange your heart for your heart?"

Xu Fengmian snapped: "If it's possible, how can I still be in despair?"

Xia Wen looked down at the melted yogurt in his hand: "I used to believe that Shen Xueyu didn't have me in her heart, but now I'm slowly accepting that she loves me."

She felt that she didn't speak clearly, but it seemed that it was difficult to express her feelings clearly.

Xu Fengmian thought of Shen Xueyu's desolate look when he met Shen Xueyu in the bar before, thinking that Shen Xueyu is also a smart person, so decisive when he doesn't love, but timid when he loves, he will hide and feel sad alone, but he doesn't Knowing that buying in front of Xia Wen will be miserable.

After all, based on her understanding of Xia Wen, she is a very soft-hearted person.

As a bystander and Xia Wen's friend, Xu Fengmian felt that Shen Xueyu after many years was indeed more pleasing to the eye than before.

Xu Fengmian was thoughtful: "I have to say, Shen Xueyu is much better than your stupid blind date."

-

After a fine snowfall, time slides towards the end of the year, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the evergreen pine trees are covered with glittering and translucent ice flowers.

The relationship between Xia Wenwen and Shen Xueyu is no longer as stiff as before. After busy work, they occasionally have dinner together, gentle but not aggressive.

The little things in daily life made Xia Wen's heart more firm.

Before New Year's Day, the museum invited the donors together for a feast that was not extravagant.He Wen asked Xia Wen to invite Shen Xueyu.

Some people on the list of donors hardly participated in the activities of the museum, and Shen Xueyu was one of them. They considered it quite difficult to deal with, and there was also the previous incident.

Once when the two of them were on the way back after eating, Xia Wen and Shen Xueyu talked about this matter.

The fluffy snow melted on the window glass, and the wipers swayed from side to side. Shen Xueyu put on her seat belt and nodded: "Yes."

He agreed almost without thinking.

When Xia Wen sat up straight, she couldn't help thinking about it. She was afraid that she would be sentimental, so she asked, "Aren't you busy during this time?"

Shen Xueyu: "Busy."

As you approach the end of the year, most people are busy for a while, and Shen Xueyu and the others are of course no exception.

"Then you still participate?"

As the inviting party, the museum is of course mentally prepared for the other party not to accept the invitation.

Shen Xueyu glanced at her: "Can I not participate?"

Hearing this, Xia Wen felt as if she had set a task for her. She said, "It's best to participate. If someone else invites you, will you participate?"

Shen Xueyu: "No."

Xia Wen's heart was pounding: "..."

The author has something to say: Mr. Shen is too late to open up.