Slag Gong lost his memory and ran away as a substitute

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Xing took the opportunity to leave wisely, leaving only Huo Cheng and Sheng Yuchuan in the restaurant.

The room was warm, but the surrounding air was extremely stagnant, and there was a terrifying silence for a moment.

Sheng Yuchuan sat back on his seat holding back his breath, raised his hand to pick up the chopsticks, paused in mid-air for a while, and then put them down silently.

He actually felt aggrieved.From a standpoint, he can be regarded as one of the few mutual friends of the two of them. Seeing that they are making trouble like this, I feel uncomfortable and want to make peace, what's wrong?

What's more, although he has a certain bias, he always thinks he is fairly objective.In the past, when Huo Cheng went too far, he would always persuade him to be more caring towards Su Wenyu. Now that he knew that Huo Cheng had difficulties, and he knew that he had made a mistake and corrected it, he turned to persuade Su Wenyu to change his mind. This is not very Is it normal?

I just didn't expect Huo Cheng's reaction to be so big.

His lips moved slightly, he hesitated for a long time after thinking about it, but still couldn't help but want to defend himself: "Brother Huo, I didn't mean to force Wen Yu, but I just wanted to ask him to do me a favor because of my previous relationship—"

"In what capacity?" Huo Cheng immediately snorted coldly, "An ex who once felt sorry for him?"

He closed his eyes, hiding the scars and pain deeply in the bottom of his eyes, almost gnashing his teeth and said: "I don't think I have such a big face."

Sheng Yuchuan was not happy to hear these words.

To say that when the two of them dated in the past, Huo Cheng really did not do well enough.But after the breakup, he chased Fu Xiao to beg for forgiveness several times, helped hype up Su Wenyu's paintings, and secretly cut off the hands and feet of the Pei family. His attitude was considered sincere.

Su Wenyu has a cooperation with Shushui Yayuan Gallery on the other side, and he is a short-term agency, only signing works and not signing people.Here, when Huo Cheng was developing the market, he deliberately avoided the territory of the gallery owner Cheng Cheng. It will be more convenient for the two parties to work together to pave the way, and it will not make it difficult for Su Wenyu. This kind of intention is really rare.

But before Sheng Yuchuan had time to speak, he heard Huo Cheng casually say in his ear: "It's not the first time I can't eat. I was able to get through it before, and it's the same now."

"But when Wen Yu is here, you will be much better—"

Huo Chengmei interrupted him: "Then tell me, is he kind to me?"

"Yes...isn't it." Sheng Yuchuan vaguely sensed that the meaning of these words was not quite right, scratched his head and murmured in response.

"Then the way to repay, is to continue to rely on him through your own illness?"

"Is this gratitude, or revenge?"

Huo Cheng spoke in an ugly way, and Sheng Yuchuan frowned again and again, but he didn't realize it, and even lowered his head slightly as if he had told a ridiculous joke, and laughed twice.

The laughter lost its usual joy, with a bit of hoarseness, which sounded inexplicably sad.

He considers himself not a good person, and he really doesn't intend to give up Su Wenyu to anyone, but he hasn't acted so despicably that he needs to rely on sympathy to tie people to him.

"Su Wenyu never owed me anything, I owed him."

Sheng Yuchuan opened his mouth, and felt a little ashamed for a moment. He couldn't say a word, and even his ears turned red quietly.

Huo Cheng didn't let him go, and rarely followed the dining etiquette. The silver chopsticks in his hands were resting on the edge of the porcelain white plate, making a clear and gloomy sound, as if he was making an excuse.

"If I find out that you have contacted him without authorization..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the coldness in his eyes was like the frost and snow falling from the branches, and his attitude was completely on the bright side.

Sheng Yuchuan was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again, and immediately promised earnestly and sincerely: "I won't do it anymore."

He was impulsive at first, after being half warned and half threatened by Huo Cheng, how dare he continue to meddle, even if he was lent ten guts, he would not do anything else.

After thinking about it, he added cautiously: "Brother Huo, don't be angry with me."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a moment of silence in the air.

Huo Cheng didn't look at him with lowered eyes, but just twitched the corners of his mouth silently.

"What am I mad at you for?"

His voice was deep and mellow, like notes played on a double bass, but his tone was flat and cold: "You are my friend, and your attitude and thoughts towards him are, in the final analysis, because of me."

"If I had treated him better in the past, if I could have considered his feelings more, you have seen him a lot, would you still say what you say today?"

His eyes were reddish, and a slight mockery flashed across his face. He didn't know whether he was mocking others or himself, "You won't."

Sheng Yuchuan couldn't help being shocked.

At this moment, he seemed to have finally fully realized why his father had always let him follow Huo Cheng's lead, and praised him for his calm mind.

Because as long as this person is serious, he will be very sober.

Don't vent your anger, don't shirk responsibility, it seems that you can always find the most essential problems right away.

And at this time, Sheng Yuchuan suddenly thought of Su Wenyu inappropriately.

Thinking of the "Ah Wen" he yelled the day he sold the car, and the scene where he and Pei Jinwen had a good conversation at the art exhibition.

At that time, he clearly thought that Huo Cheng regarded himself as Pei Jinwen's substitute. If it were an ordinary person—at least Sheng Yuchuan himself would definitely not be that generous. Even though he knew that this matter had nothing to do with this person, facing the so-called "righteous master", It is estimated that it is difficult to have a good face.

But Su Wenyu didn't.

Not only did he not vent his anger, he could even be friends with people without any grudges.

In fact, Huo Cheng and Su Wenyu seem to have completely different personalities and completely different behavior styles, but in their bones, there is a faint similarity.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yuchuan quickly shook his head, threw out these useless thoughts, and quickly proposed to leave.

After he left, Huo Cheng took out a bottle of Bodo red wine from the wine cabinet.

When you can't eat, you will be a little drunk to numb your senses, and it will be easier to eat.

However, he really can't drink, and coupled with the cold wind blowing for too long in the afternoon, he felt dizzy after only two sips. After filling his stomach with some random food, he went to the living room and sat on the sofa to process documents.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone suddenly vibrated.

It's work news.

Huo Cheng handled it smoothly, his slender fingers paused on the screen for a long time, and then opened another software.

He paid attention to the social media platform of Xu Yiqi's studio. Some of Su Wenyu's previous works would be published on it one after another. He has also saved a lot recently. He doesn't even know how many physical magazines and books he has stored.

As expected, there was a new development in the studio today - a piece of information was forwarded.

The content is probably that a collection of picture stories has been published, and the accompanying illustration "Secret Love" was written by Su Wenyu.

Huo Cheng glanced over the words, and didn't even pay much attention to the content, because his attention was already attracted by the pictures below.

He even subconsciously rubbed his eyes, which were a little dizzy from the smell of alcohol, and carefully traced the outline of the painting bit by bit.

It was an all-too-familiar figure.

The person in the painting is him.

And this painting, which he had seen before, was in Su Wenyu's cell phone - just before he left.

Huo Cheng doesn't have a high appreciation for art, but he can also see the strong emotions in Su Wenyu's brushwork when he paints, and he can feel that every detail is polished very finely.

It turned out that the final draft of this painting was like this.

It turned out to be called "Secret Love".

Huo Cheng took a breath and carefully kept the picture.

Being rejected repeatedly during this time, he almost forgot what it was like when Su Wenyu liked him.

After seeing this painting, his heart was filled with emotions that had been dormant in various schools for a long time, and he thought a lot in a flash, and what he thought about the most was to find Su Wenyu.

He knew that he just promised to start with "others" in the afternoon, but he shouldn't bother him at this time.

But maybe it was because of the alcohol, he suddenly became a little impulsive, and couldn't help but click on the chat box with Su Wenyu.

Even ordinary friends, at this time can also say hello, right?

Huo Cheng's heart was beating so fast that he couldn't even see the keyboard clearly, and he stumbled as he typed a line.

"I saw your work, that picture of the back, well drawn, congratulations."

I checked it several times in just one sentence, and repeatedly confirmed that there were no typos, no ambiguity, and it would not cause a little discomfort, and then I pressed the send button.

After sending it out, his fingertips felt cool, and a subtle anxiety swept over him.

When Su Wenyu received the news, he had just sorted out his previous work documents.

He has always been very efficient, and has already confirmed the materials to be handed over to Mr. Ye. He is in a good mood at the moment. When he saw Huo Cheng greeting him, he was taken aback for a moment. After he realized it, he immediately apologized.

"I'm sorry, this manuscript is indeed based on you, but it's just a back view, so it shouldn't be recognized."

"It's okay." Huo Cheng quickly expressed that he didn't mind, and then quickly typed: "I think the comments below are very good, and they are all praising you."

"Thank you."

The reply was very short, even with a full stop, too alienated and polite, which made Huo Cheng's emotions that he had finally managed to muster were all punctured.

The drunkenness dissipated in an instant, and the rationality also returned. Those thoughts were like a surging tide. Now that the tide has receded, there was only Huo Cheng, an unconscious and very sentimental fool, left on the shore.

He sat there stiffly, and suddenly felt his hands were very cold.

Since we are ordinary friends, we should know how to measure.

"Then I won't disturb your rest, late—"

Huo Cheng was in the middle of typing, and in a trance, he remembered that there was a person who stood at the door of the study and watched quietly, and said softly in a gentle voice:

"Huo Cheng, I won't disturb your work anymore, don't work too hard, good night."

Huo Cheng's fingers paused.

Then, he quickly removed the back half.

So be it.

He didn't say "good night" after all.

作者有话要说：感谢在2022-01-3002:23:30~2022-01-3102:12:04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 of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Hum; 10 bottles of Dadalia;

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