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The man inside was reprimanding the driver, and he turned his head when he heard the sound. Unexpectedly, it was a familiar face.

He Yuxiu was taken aback, and the man was obviously also taken aback.

After a while, the man laughed and got out of the car, "Yo, who am I supposed to be? It's the great painter He. I bumped into you just now? I'm really sorry."

He Yuxiu looked at the person in front of him with complicated eyes. Seeing that he had stopped talking, the person asked, "Why, the great painter He is so forgetful that you even forget who I am?"

He Yuxiu snorted coldly: "Mr. Hang has been away from Kyoto for many years, but his temper is still the same as before."

Hang Fengyu was wearing a plaid suit, looked back at the lady sitting in the back seat, and said to her from the car window: "Xiaodie, wait a moment, I meet an acquaintance, let me talk to him words."

He Yuxiu looked into the car. The woman was wearing a dark red cheongsam and a white mesh blouse over her head. Her shoulder-length wavy curly hair was pinned behind her ears, revealing her extraordinarily delicate eyebrows and eyes and her ears. pearl earrings.She heard the sound and nodded to Hang Fengyu, and glanced at He Yuxiu, and nodded politely.

Hang Fengyu turned around and looked at He Yuxiu with a half-smile, "Painter He is a celebrity recently. I have read about you in the newspaper several times. Why, how are you doing here in Ningpu?"

He Yuxiu brushed the ashes off her body, and glanced at Hang Fengyu, "It's not about the great painter Hang, but you, you seem to be doing well. I heard that the billboards all over the street were painted by your studio, but you made a lot of money. Not a lot."

Hang Fengyu's complexion suddenly changed, and he froze for a while before he eased up, "It's not bad, but if Painter He encounters difficulties in the future, you can let me know. Although Fengyu is not considered rich, it's about the friendship between classmates. , Those who should help will still help, Mr. He doesn't want to..." The corners of his lips curled up, and he moved closer and lowered his voice, "Don't... go and ask for that painting supporter again."

"You..." He Yuxiu was at a loss for words, it seemed that the matter of asking for help had spread throughout the circle.

There was a smile on the corner of Hang Fengyu's mouth, as if he was in a good mood, "By the way, Mr. He is not injured, or if you get in the car, I will take you to have a look."

He Yuxiu was furious in her heart, this kid's mouth has worn down a lot, thinking that when he met him, he was submissive and followed behind like a follower, but now he has learned to laugh at others.

However, he is not as good in Ningpu as he is in Hang Fengyu now, and he can't find any excuse to earn some money for himself, so he has to swallow his anger: "Mr. Hang is worried, since we are all acquaintances, this hurts too much." It doesn't matter, Mr. Hang has a beautiful woman by his side, it's better to get in the car earlier, so as not to make the lady wait."

Hearing this, Hang Fengyu straightened her waist even more, "What's the matter, my wife is a reasonable person." He said this so loudly that the woman inside heard it too, and she couldn't help but feel a little shame on her face .

She pushed open the car door and got out of the car, patted the Hang Fengyu with her hand, her face was slightly red, "What nonsense are you talking about, I haven't promised to marry you yet."

Hang Fengyu held her hand and said with a smile: "Why, you regret what you said this morning? Oh, by the way, let me introduce you, this is my classmate in Kyoto, Mr. He Yuxiu He."

"This is my girlfriend, Lu Xiaodie."

Lu Xiaodie stretched out her hand towards He Yuxiu, "It's the first time we meet, Mr. He is also a good-looking talent."

He Yuxiu shook back politely, "This must be Miss Lu Xiaodie Lu who is famous in Ningpu, I didn't expect—" He paused, then looked back at Hang Fengyu, "Brother Hang is so lucky .”

Hang Fengyu looked a little smug, he put one hand in his pocket, and put one arm around Lu Xiaodie's waist: "We will get married some other day, and I will definitely send the invitation to Mr. He, Mr. He must come."

After finishing speaking, he looked at his watch, held Lu Xiaodie in his arms and said, "I still have something to do today, Brother He, let's talk about it another day."

He Yuxiu watched him take Lu Xiaodie and got into the car again, and thought: God is so short-sighted, Xie Zhiwen's best person is still single and can't find a confidant, but Hang Fengyu has a beautiful woman by his side, so proud of herself.

When I saw him this time, I suddenly felt that Hang Fengyu's temperament changed drastically. When he was studying, he was not such a flamboyant temperament. Unexpectedly, after seven or eight years, his temper has become smoother, and he has become the best in Ningpu. The famous commercial painter opened his own studio, and now he has returned home with a beautiful woman.

It's also a turn of events.

He Yuxiu watched the car turn the corner and headed for another road, and shook her head, even the curiosity towards Lu Xiaodie from yesterday faded a lot.

That's all, what do you care about, different ways don't seek each other.

He walked home with his hands behind his back, and when he reached the alley, he saw a person standing at the door, knocking on his door with his hand raised.

He Yuxiu hurriedly walked over, "You are?"

The man in the cotton shirt turned his head, and with a sweat towel over his shoulder, he smiled and said, "Oh, I'm looking for the owner of this house."

He Yuxiu glanced at him, "I am the owner of this house."

The man looked him up and down, and said "oh", "I'm sorry, that, someone asked me to give you this."

He took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to He Yuxiu.

He Yuxiu took it and opened it to see that there was a photo inside.

He glanced at it, and immediately blushed, "This... who told you to send this here?"

The man smiled, "Well, that man said it, if you ask, it's a diner in front of the Xinghualou."

"A diner in front of Xinghualou?"

He Yuxiu looked at the man, and saw him shaking his head, "I don't know what it means, sir, so what... I'll leave first if I have nothing to do."

Looking at the photo, He Yuxiu didn't expect that his drunkenness was photographed yesterday, and his face became hot. He had heard Xie Zhiwen talk about what he looked like when he was drunk, but who took this photo?

Xinghualou…

He really went to the Xinghualou yesterday. He closed his eyes and searched for the memory of last night in his mind. He felt as if the memory had been stolen. He could only remember a few vague images, such as when he was there. Sitting on the rickshaw almost fell asleep, for example, the lights of Xinghualou were dimly lit, or...

There is a very beautiful hand with strong knuckles.

hand!

Whose hand is that?

He Yuxiu opened his eyes in shock.

Could it be Xie Zhiwen?In the midday sun, people were sweating on their backs. He Yuxiu stayed in front of the door for a while and then entered the room. He frowned, puzzled, thinking that when he saw Xie Zhiwen again, he must ask him carefully.

However, Xie Zhiwen didn't come to him that day, and there were still four days before he was going to teach Xu Yuanzhu how to draw next week. He was free at home, and he had nothing to do to draw a few strokes, and he felt much more comfortable.

The next day, he woke up early and returned to his previous work and rest in Kyoto. He got up early in the morning to paint and hum a little song, but he didn't have the melancholy of the previous two days. Here he was painting, Xie Zhiwen came, saw him as soon as he entered the door, opened his mouth and called out: "Brother Dog."

He Yuxiu blushed, "Zhiwen...what are you doing?"

Xie Zhiwen smiled, "Who told you to release my pigeons that day and made me wait in Xinghualou until after eight o'clock."

He Yuxiu touched his nose, told him to sit down, and picked up a pen to draw on the paper there, "Isn't it because I went to Xu's mansion that day and was left behind for a drink? Speaking of which, I really drank too much that day , otherwise I won’t break the appointment for no reason.”

Xie Zhiwen was a little surprised, "When did you become so familiar with the Xu family?"

He Yuxiu then described the intersection with Xu Yuanzhu in detail, and Xie Zhiwen sighed: "President Xu is also a lover."

He Yuxiu nodded, "That's right."

He put down his pen and looked at the smudges of the few bamboos on the half-cooked rice paper. After a while, he frowned and threw the painting into the wastebasket again. Xie Zhiwen watched the painting go into the wastebasket. The wastebasket, I couldn't help picking it up and looking at it, "Why, are you not satisfied with this one?"

He Yuxiu looked up at him, changed another piece of paper, and said, "That piece of paper is not good, it's old paper from the past, it's too familiar."

He was about to draw on new paper, when he suddenly thought of something, looked up at Xie Zhiwen, and looked at him with a smile: "Zhiwen, suddenly remembered that you have good handwriting, why don't you write me two lines of poetry?"

Xie Zhiwen also smiled, "Take out the embellisher first, if you don't have one, then use painting to pay for it."

He Yuxiu pretended to be surprised, "Why, brother Zhiwen wants to talk about money with brother now, that's all, how much should my painting be worth now, you can pick and choose my painting here, just take it."

Seeing his generosity, Xie Zhiwen really tried to turn over his paintings, but He Yuxiu yelled, "That landscape is not good!"

Xie Zhiwen changed another one, opened a figure painting, and heard He Yuxiu shout again: "Wait, that's a mural in Shanxi Lin."

Xie Zhiwen paused, "Didn't you just let me choose?"

He Yuxiu's momentum weakened, and he said with a grin: "I've changed my mind, why don't you ask me to be a big house, and I'll be a cow and a horse for you, just as a pen."

Xie Zhiwen thought he was going to say something, but he didn't expect to say such stupid words, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "What do I want you to do, please ask the Buddha to serve at home."

He Yuxiu joked with him again, Xie Zhiwen was still a gentleman after all, he didn't take away people's love and was used to helping others, so He Yuxiu finally asked He Yuxiu to take advantage of him, looked at one of his landscape paintings, and wrote a few poems for him.

He didn't linger long after putting down his pen, drank a cup of tea and left.

He Yuxiu looked at the poem, "In the spring scenery of Jiang Chen, there is a wave of people in the world. I am used to living in the wind and dust for a long time, and I don't know the immortals in the mountains."

Xie Zhiwen really wrote a good handwriting, He Yuxiu was satisfied, put the paper away properly, and planned to frame it when he had time.

As soon as Xie Zhiwen left here, someone knocked on the door behind him.

He Yuxiu opened the door and saw that it was Chen Andong whom he had met a few days ago.

Seeing him coming, He Yuxiu felt a little calmed down again.

The author says:

Well, rice paper can be divided into raw and cooked, mainly due to the difference between glued alum and not. The paper after glued alum is not easy to bleed ink, so it is called cooked paper.This will be mentioned later, with a little explanation.