Slag Gong lost his memory and ran away as a substitute

After breakfast, Su Wenyu didn't take a break, turned around and went to the studio on the third floor.

He is considered a half-freelancer, which sounds very free, and he is allowed to work from home, but a worker still has to work—especially now that his future is uncertain.

Trees will fall, people will run away, only money is the most reliable.

The publishing house that invited the manuscript this time is an old client of the studio. The content is to provide illustrations for the collection of short stories. The positioning and direction are very clear, the requirements are also clear, and the communication is particularly smooth.

The theme of the story is crush.

Su Wenyu showed the trial draft to the other party, and he was immediately amazed. The editor-in-chief Jiang Yao made a decision directly, not even discussing the price, paying according to royalties, and had no objection to the share ratio, and even ordered the annual issue later The cover design also allows him to play as he pleases.

"Although only the back is drawn, every detail has been polished repeatedly, from the line of the shoulders and neck, to the angle of raising the arms, to the curvature of the hair." Editor-in-Chief Jiang commented in this way.

Secret love is a focused gaze, a kind of beautification with its own filter, but in Su Wenyu's writing, this man is charming and attractive, as if he will shine.

Watching silently from behind all the time, expecting him to turn back, and being timid because of his sudden turning back, this is the truest portrayal of most secret lovers.

"You must like him very much." She finally came to such a conclusion.

Su Wenyu's pen tip paused slightly.

He stared at Huo Cheng's back on the screen, and slightly pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a slightly erratic smile.

Frankly speaking, he didn't know what he liked before, and he didn't intend to.

Since junior high school, his tuition fee was exempted by the government, and his living expenses depended on odd jobs.Even if the conditions improved a little later, for him, being able to eat well was the most important thing, so he didn't have the energy to think about these romances.

But at that time, the grandma who brought him up with one hand often whispered in her ears: "I'm getting old, and I don't know if I can see the day when you get married. We, Xiaoyu, will find someone we like in the future and be happy. Live forever."

After hearing the calloused ears, he had no choice but to tell the old man that he would live a long life, while telling the truth: "I don't want to have a family."

A lifetime commitment is very heavy. His parents used to like each other, but they had been arguing and complaining endlessly since they got married. Later, both of them lay on the hospital bed and hated each other until they died.

Maybe feelings are like this, no matter how sweet they are at the beginning, they are all a piece of chicken feathers in the end, killing each other's patience in constant disputes and turning into an ugly look.

Grandma laughed when she heard this: "Silly boy, there will always be a person. When you see him, you just want to be nice to him, want to be with him forever, and wish you could tie him up with a rope and never separate."

These words sound a little scary at first, but the moment the words first came to his ears, what appeared vaguely in his mind was Huo Cheng's handsome face with sharp edges and corners.

If it's with this person, that's fine.

Then, he realized belatedly that this was what he liked.

Su Wenyu laughed at himself, shook his head, suppressed all these miscellaneous memories, and continued to quickly outline them on the screen.The clear lines spread out bit by bit, gradually forming a beautiful and fine outline.

He has always been very focused when doing things, and when the work at hand comes to an end, the day is almost over.

There was no sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, only the gradually falling night, the autumn rain was rustling, and the rain was not light, which added a lot of difficulty to the trip, but Xu Yiqi came to the door at this time, carrying something in his hand, looking dusty.

"Even if you come here at this point, there is no food for you." Su Wenyu preemptively teased him with a smile.

Xu Yiqi, who has been coveting his craftsmanship since college, and always tried every means to earn money, felt that he was being stung, and immediately yelled: "If you invite me, I won't come, just sit and eat with Mr. Huo's big iceberg, I'm afraid of indigestion."

"...He won't come back to eat."

The smile on Su Wenyu's face faded almost imperceptibly, and he took a few steps closer with his long legs, "How about I cook two side dishes, and let's cook a hot pot together tonight?"

Xu Yiqi was actually quite moved, but thinking that there was still an arrangement for the evening, he could only reluctantly refuse: "Next time, I have other things to do, and I have to leave in a while. I'm dropping by to deliver the goods to you today."

"Here." He pointed to the box on the ground.

"So caring?" Su Wenyu squatted down, raised his hand slightly, and found that it was quite heavy, probably because the book he was asked to buy earlier had arrived.

"It's hard work for you to run, sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving."

"Okay." Xu Yiqi was not polite to him, and snatched back a box of books, "Just your little arms and legs, let me do it."

"Where are you going to move?"

"The studio on the third floor."

"That's a good thing, and I can visit it by the way." He had long coveted this place for a long time, so he went upstairs without saying a word, put his things away, and then wandered around with great interest.

When Su Wenyu finished making tea and came in, Xu Yiqi said pleasantly, "Wen Yu, have you framed these paintings? They look really good."

"What painting?" Su Wenyu turned his head in confusion, followed his line of sight, and his heart trembled.

It turned out to be these paintings.

"This is the bell tower of our university, right? At that time, I thought it could be used for awards with such a degree of completion."

"I also remember the garden with the big locust tree. It was where you lived before."

"and this……"

Xu Yiqi was stunned as he talked, and couldn't help asking in wonder, "Since it's all framed, why don't you hang it up?"

Su Wenyu was also taken aback for a moment.

Then, he explained honestly: "There is no place to hang."

At that time, he and Huo Cheng had just moved here from another courtyard in the south of the city. He looked at the beautiful new house and uttered nonsense: "I want to hang my paintings all over the living room, bedroom, and study room, so that you can take a look at it and see it." Can think of me."

Of course Huo Dashao disagreed.

"Childish," he said.

Yes, compared with him, I am always naive.

The relationship between the two is probably an adult's game for Huo Cheng, but he treats it as a child's play house, fantasizing about being together and eternity.

So those paintings were not hung up in the end.

In the villa area where every inch of land is expensive, the air in every room is expensive, and every wall has to bear its mission. The works hanging on it, from Impressionism to Realism, are not priceless, and even match them. The low-key and luxurious design style of the whole house.

He, Su Wenyu, was not a famous artist, so of course these framed paintings could only live pitifully in the studio forever.

Survival of the fittest is quite normal.

"Because there is no place to hang up, I didn't hang up." He repeated.

"But—" Xu Yiqi frowned, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a sharp bell.

Su Wenyu's cell phone rang.

He looked down and saw that it was Huo Cheng's call.

At this time, he was either entertaining or on the way to entertain, so how could he still think of himself in a leisurely way?

Su Wenyu closed his eyes and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"At home?" Huo Cheng's low-pitched voice came into the pinnae, and it became even more magnetic after being amplified by the current. "A Chuan is back today, and I'm going to catch him tonight."

Achuan's full name is Sheng Yuchuan, and he is a friend who grew up with him.

"I know, so you will come back very late. You have already said it once in the morning." Su Wenyu answered quickly, with a soft voice.

"No, I mean, do you want to come over?"

It's a question, but not in a questioning tone, because I don't think the other side will refuse at all.

Su Wenyu's hand holding the phone couldn't help but freeze.

He used to like this kind of gathering very much, not because he could chat more with these people, but he just thought that he could take the opportunity to know more about Huo Cheng's story and get more involved in his life.

For example, when Huo Cheng was studying, he was always the best student in the school. For example, he likes to ride horses, and there is a horse farm at home - these are all Su Wenyu learned from Sheng Yuchuan.

At that time, he felt that if he knew a little more, the distance between the two of them would be closer.

If Huo Cheng doesn't take the initiative to say it, then he can take the initiative to ask.

But now, that is no longer necessary.

"I won't go, there are still manuscripts to catch up." Su Wenyu found an excuse that would not be exposed under Xu Yiqi's surprised gaze.

"Have fun, you guys," he added.

There was deathly silence on the other end of the phone.