Wu Shang

Wu Zhicuo's life in the past few days is two points and one line, from the restaurant to the room and from the room to the restaurant. The only spare time activity is watching TV.However, most of the TV shows are in Japanese and he can’t understand them, so he watches some funny variety shows as humorous pantomime.

Looking at Wu Zhicuo, he fell asleep unconsciously until the doorbell rang and he didn't wake up again. Could it be Shang Mozhi who finished his work so soon?

When Wu Zhicuo opened the door, it was a familiar female face, but this time she was not in the iconic work clothes but in pure everyday clothes.

"Miss Yoko, what is this?"

Yoko Jiahui smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry to disturb Mr. Wu. I'm on vacation today, so I took the liberty to come here and ask Mr. Wu if he wants to go out for a walk. I can be a tour guide for Mr. Wu."

"Oh," Wu Zhicuo thought about it, he had been bored in the room for several days, and he should go out for a walk and do some sightseeing, so he replied, "Then I will trouble Miss Yoko."

"No trouble, no trouble." Yoko Jiahui was originally innocent, but the smile on Wu Zhichao's face became sweeter because of Wu Zhichao's words.

Wu Zhicuo couldn't help but think of his eccentric little sister. If he had succeeded in his education and taught her to be like this, then the boys chasing her would not be allowed to leave the country.Thinking of this, he immediately felt lucky, there must be scumbags among the many boys chasing her, if he was cheated or bullied, he would feel so sorry for himself!Fortunately, as an old "pro" brother, he knew that this girl was the only one who bullied others.

After making the records, Wu Zhicuo went out with Jiahui Yoko, and Wu Zhicuo was confused when he came outside the building.Wu Zhicuo felt as if he had been in another world amidst the busy traffic and unfamiliar places, and suddenly someone touched his hand in a daze and brought him back to reality.

"Mr. Wu, what are you looking at?"

Wu Zhicuo quickly turned his head: "I'm sorry I was distracted just now."

"It's okay," Yoko's smile was still sweet and without any impurities: "Is there any place Mr. Wu wants to go?"

Wu Zhicuo is completely unfamiliar with this place, and he has no intention of visiting. He has not done any advance strategy, so of course he has no idea: "Miss Yoko wants to go on vacation? Follow Miss Yoko's instructions."

"Oh." Yoko looked directly at Wu Zhichao for less than two seconds, then blushed and lowered her head.

Seeing Yoko Jiahui's uncomfortable movements, Wu Zhizhuo suddenly noticed something, which should be obvious to him.Wu Zhicuo carefully recalled these few contacts, he should have noticed this problem earlier, and he blamed himself for thinking about other things in his heart every time and negligently causing Jiahui Yoko to misunderstand.Before the misunderstanding gets deeper, I have to explain clearly, but I must not hurt her.

"Does Mr. Wu like art museums?" Yoko Jiahui asked cautiously after careful consideration.

"It's okay." Wu Zhicuo just wanted to quickly find a suitable opportunity for only two people to explain clearly.

"That's good." Yoko Jiahui happily intercepted a car and set off with Wu Zhicuo.

Wu Zhicuo looked at her happy face and couldn't help feeling a little guilty. No matter what, he would bring some psychological blows to this pure girl.But no matter what, there is still one person in his family, and this person is something he absolutely does not want to feel guilty about.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of the art museum. Yoko got out of the car first: "Mr. Wu, get out of the car."

"Oh, ok thanks."

Wu Zhicuo is not a very artistic person. In addition, he used to run around for a living and didn't have such a leisurely sentiment at all, so this is the first time in his life to visit an art museum.Everything is surprising and new to Wu Zhichao. Compared with him, Jiahui Yoko is familiar with every kind of art. The work itself expresses its own opinions from time to time.

"Miss Yoko knows so much!" Wu Zhicuo exclaimed while looking at the rows of paintings on the wall.

"Ah," Yoko Jiahui lowered her head shyly, "I'm really sorry, it's rude to say it unconsciously after seeing these exhibits."

"Miss Yoko, don't think so," Wu Zhicuo hurriedly said, "Miss Yoko like this is very powerful and charming."

"Thank you, Mr. Wu."

"Just tell the truth," Wu Zhicuo stopped in front of a painting called The Boy in the Rye Field, his eyes were filled with the orange-red main tone of the painting, and his heart was instantly occupied by this painting, and his mouth was still coping Looking at Yoko Jiahui, she said, "Miss Yoko's English is much more standard than most Japanese, she must have put a lot of effort into it."

"It's okay, I just studied abroad for a few years, and my pronunciation is slightly better than others."

"Have you ever studied abroad? It must be very powerful," Wu Zhicuo was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the requirements of a casual receptionist in this company would be so high, "It's really a wronged talent for you to receive me as a small bodyguard."

"Mr. Wu, what are you talking about?" Yoko Jiahui said angrily, "What's the matter with bodyguards? At least it's a legitimate industry. As long as it's a legitimate industry, it's worthy of respect. Isn't there an old saying in China that 'unjust is rich and expensive? , It’s like floating clouds to me’. No matter how powerful and powerful it is, what’s the use of uncleanness, so I would rather abandon the family to support myself.”

Jia Hui Yoko looked righteous, and Wu Zhizhuo seemed to have heard some great information from her words, but out of politeness and not wanting to know more about each other and get closer, he directly skipped this topic.

"What kind of paintings does Yoko-san like?"

"There is no fixed type. I like to come to art museums mainly because of the atmosphere and feeling. In the past, I was always alone. This is the first time I have been with others..."

These words were gradually out of tune with the atmosphere, Wu Zhicuo hurriedly interrupted: "Miss Yoko, what do you think of the boy in the wheat field?"

"This?" Yoko Jiahui focused on the painting and commented earnestly, "The composition and color tone of this painting are handled very well, and the overall picture is very harmonious, which makes people feel hopeful! "

After all, Jiahui Yoko looked at Wu Zhichao and smiled slightly, this time Wu Zhichao did not avoid her eyes, and smiled back with a gentle smile: "Yes, it makes people full of hope, just like my lover, who always gives I have a gentle hope, tendering the years that I once thought were boring."

When Wu Zhicuo said this, his eyes were full of love, and he used his English skills all his life to express the joy in his heart. His sincere emotions made people not have the slightest doubt.

And just when Wu Zhichao said this, Yoko Jiahui's smile froze, and the air seemed to stagnate for a few seconds.

"Mr. Wu has a lover," Yoko Jiahui managed to maintain her polite smile, "I can't see it at all, haha, but it must be because I love each other too much and internalize it in my heart, others can't see it at all."

"Well, the kind that is in love with each other and internalized in the heart."

Yoko Jiahui felt her eyes warm up inexplicably, but she still kept smiling: "Wow, it's so beautiful, she...she..."

Jiahui Yoko's voice choked up: "I'm sorry...I, I couldn't control it...I didn't want to, I didn't want to be like this."

"I'm sorry that I misunderstood you from the beginning." Looking at Yoko Wu Zhichao who was already in tears, she blamed herself, "You are a very cute and beautiful girl, a girl who is destined to be loved and loved by others. The child is gone, but God will always make a little episode before you meet the one you are destined for, so don't be sad and please wait for the one that belongs to you."

Yoko Jiahui wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "You have already seen it."

Wu Zhicuo did not answer directly, and silence represented the answer.

"It's so embarrassing," Yoko Jiahui smiled while crying, "I haven't liked anyone since I grew up, and I finally met someone who has feelings, but I paid by mistake. It's really embarrassing to be so gaffe. .”

"There are joys and sorrows, expectations and disappointments. This is life. I am just a passing stroke in your wonderful and meaningful life. No matter what happens, you are still you. Only you know everything about you, whether you are embarrassed or not. It all depends on the explanation you give yourself and the memory you keep, doesn't it?" After speaking, Wu Zhicuo gave a relieved smile.

Yoko Jiahui looked at Wu Zhichao, who had a warm tone like a picture, and sighed lightly, finally showing a relaxed smile: "Mr. Wu will definitely become the warmest painting in my memory, leave in a hurry, and never die."

Wu Zhicuo smiled gently: "Thank you."

"Mr. Wu, do you still want to see the paintings?"

"No," Wu Zhicuo took one last look at the painting, "Let's just leave it like this."

"Yeah." Yoko Jiahui pursed her lips and smiled, "Then let's go back."

"Okay." Wu Zhicuo just took a step and was stopped again.

"Would you mind giving me a hug, Mr. Wu?"

Wu Zhicuo stretched out his arms very generously without hesitation, and Jiahui Yoko gently embraced Wu Zhicuo's waist very gracefully, and did not leave the water until the end: "Yoko's surname is Nara, and I am fortunate to know you in this life." .”

"Lucky knowledge."

……

Wu Zhicuo felt that he hadn't done anything, but he didn't expect that when he returned to the hotel, it was already dark.

He just inserted the key card but heard a voice inside. Out of the need to be vigilant in a foreign country, Wu Zhicuo carried a slipper and entered the house cautiously, in case there were any unexpected guests, he would serve him with the slipper.

As soon as he turned the corner, he bumped into Shang Mozhi who came out of the bathroom. The two of them didn't seem to expect each other to appear and stared at each other for a long time.

"Uncle?" Shang Mozhi broke the silence first, "You came back so early?"

"So early?" Wu Zhicuo couldn't figure out whether he was speaking truth or irony. It's already seven or eight o'clock, is it too early?

"I heard from the front desk that you went sightseeing, so I thought you were going to play for a long time."

"What's so fun about being unfamiliar with the place?" Wu Zhichao pulled the towel off Shang Mozhi's shoulders and pulled him onto the sofa to spoil Shang Mozhi's hair like drying a puppy, while the owner of the hair obediently Lie on Wu Zhichao's lap with a look of enjoyment.

Just when the hair was almost wiped, the doorbell rang, Wu Zhicuo was a little confused, is it the waiter?Seeing that the upstairs presidential suite that originally belonged to Shang Mozhi was empty, did you know that he often came here to ask people?

Just when Wu Zhicuo was about to get up, Shang Mozhi got up first with a face of joy: "Ah, something should have arrived."

"Something? So happy, what is it?"

Shang Mozhi smiled mysteriously and fiddled with the door for a long time, finally moved in a rectangular frame with a sealed package.

"What is this?"

Shang Mozhi smiled and tore off the package, and all the contents inside were displayed in a bright room at once. Wu Zhichao's entire expression froze when he saw the picture inside, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"The boy in the rye?"

"Wow, it seems that uncle really likes it."

Wu Zhicuo looked complicated: "How could it be..."

"I bought it." Shang Mozhi squinted his eyes and smiled, but it was difficult to see his true emotions.

But at this moment, Wu Zhicuo couldn't accept it in his heart. How could Shang Mozhi buy it? He just bought it when he saw it today. The amount of information behind it was difficult for him to understand for a while.And when he was about to reason, he was inexplicably afraid. If Shang Mozhi really knew everything that happened today, he was so silent, as if... as if he had been watching him all the time...