think mighty

"What do you mean?" He Yuxiu murmured.

The winter in Kyoto was surprisingly cold, and he was still cold even though he was wrapped in layers of clothes.

Xu Shaoqing wasn't sure about his idea, so he said cautiously, "I've inquired about it, you are currently single."

"so what?"

"I'm single too."

He Yuxiu turned her head away, "Do you really think we can go back to the past?"

Xu Shaoqing shook his head, "I don't want the past, I want tomorrow."

"Our tomorrow," he emphasized.

"Tomorrow..." He Yuxiu laughed self-deprecatingly, and said, "You may still have tomorrow, but I don't have it anymore."

He turned around and walked forward, Xu Shaoqing hurriedly followed, "Why not?"

He Yuxiu didn't turn her head back, "Do you really don't understand or you don't understand? Since the moment my hand was abolished, all my efforts are just to go back to the past. There is no tomorrow."

Xu Shaoqing felt a pain in his heart, he stopped, looked at his back, and said sadly: "I'm sorry."

He Yuxiu paused, without looking back, just said: "Don't buy my paintings at a high price in the future, I'm tired, and I don't want to get entangled with others because of this kind of thing."

other people…

He actually became someone else in his mouth...

The wind picked up the yellow sand on the roadside and blew it to Xu Shaoqing's feet, making his shoes dirty and dirty, and then blew it into his nose with a chill, making him sneeze uncontrollably.

He looked at the back of the man in front of him, feeling a little sad.

"You hate me so much now that you won't even sell me your paintings?" he asked.

He Yuxiu may or may not have heard it.

But anyway, he didn't look back.

Not at all.

Xu Shaoqing felt a dull pain in his heart.

"Coward, you are running away, I know you have me in your heart." He shouted.

His voice was so loud that everyone on the road looked back at him, except He Yuxiu.

He Yuxiu walked very fast, almost running.

He had a headache from the wind, and a sense of fatigue surged from his heart.

A few years is enough to wear down his temper. In the past, he was sloppy, stubborn, and would rather be broken than broken, but now he is cowardly, inferior, and lives in the corner of his picture.

The people on the road hurried, and he walked back the way he had come, through the market place, across the intersection, and back to his quiet hut.

A thin layer of snow fell under the eaves, leaving a footprint when one stepped on it.

He sat under the eaves holding a cup of hot tea in a daze.

It is impossible to say that there are no waves in my heart.

Xu Shaoqing only appeared in his life for a short time, but left a heavy imprint on him, so that even though he left Ningpu and returned to the capital, he could no longer recreate his former self.

Xu Shaoqing also seemed to have changed a lot. The flamboyant and rebellious Young Master Xu seemed to have disappeared along with the judgment.

His right hand began to tremble unknowingly, and the tea in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He's thinking about him again...

Even though he said such decisive words, he still couldn't help thinking about him.

no good...

How could it be so useless.

The tea was already cold, he sighed, lifted the lid and poured it on the steps, quickly melting the snow into a hole.

The snow was still falling, but it could no longer fill the hole.

Distraught, he got up to paint, but suddenly heard a knock on the door.

After a while, Xiao Yun came in with a smile and shouted: "Senior brother!"

He Yuxiu knew that as long as he was so attentive, nothing good would happen, so she didn't want to talk to him and just buried herself in painting.

"Is this snow really heavy? Brother, don't you want to go out and have a look?"

"I've seen it."

Xiao Yun rubbed his chin, let out an "oh", and asked tentatively, "Did you watch it with Jia Lan?"

He Yuxiu paused, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I heard that today Jialan paid a lot of money to buy your painting again."

He Yuxiu looked up at him and said, "There won't be any in the future."

Xiao Yun became interested when he heard him say this, "Senior brother, what do you mean by this?"

He Yuxiu didn't answer.

Xiao Yun asked again: "Could it be that the rumor is true?"

"What rumor?" He Yuxiu frowned.

"It is rumored that Nagalan is gay and is interested in you."

He Yuxiu made a mistake and ruined the whole painting. He put down the pen, gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Yun!"

"Hey, don't be angry, it's not me who said it, I also heard it from others."

He Yuxiu threw the drawing into the basket and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense."

Xiao Yun nodded and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, I won't say anything, but senior brother, do I really have a question to ask you?"

"what is the problem?"

"Did you see Jialan today?"

"Ah."

"How about the others?"

Xu Shaoqing's face suddenly appeared in He Yuxiu's mind, and he stopped talking for a while.

"Senior Brother? Senior Brother!"

"not bad."

Xiao Yun nodded and said: "Let me just say, the person who wrote such works must be a good person."

He Yuxiu asked him: "What are you talking about, what do you want to do?"

Xiao Yun smiled slyly, "Brother, can you lead me a thread?"

"Take a lead?" He Yuxiu frowned.

Xiao Yun nodded and said, "I want to ask him to write the preface for my painting collection."

It's really nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall.

He Yuxiu knew why he was so sweet this time around.

"Why, it's not enough to have your uncle write the preface for you, you still have to invite all the famous people in the capital?"

"You can't say that. Uncle is a teacher at the art school, and Jia Lan is a novelist. They have different identities and perspectives. I asked him to write a preface, and I also wanted to hear his opinion."

Xiao Yun is used to putting oil on his lips.

He Yuxiu shook her head and said, "Go find him yourself, I don't know him well?"

"He Yuxiu, we brothers and sisters, are you really not going to help with this?" Xiao Yun put down his teacup and asked.

He Yuxiu didn't speak, just spread another layer of paper on the table, and drew pictures by himself.

Xiao Yun got angry, stood up suddenly and said: "Okay, go by yourself, I can do it without you."

The door was opened suddenly, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. He Yuxiu looked up at the open door, and if she didn't pay attention, the ink on the pen fell silently on the paper, making a black patch.

this kid...

The painting is not very good, but the temper is very big.

Xiao Yun's speed was really fast, and it didn't take long to find out where Xu Shaoqing lived. Xu Shaoqing lived in a remote place, and it took him an hour to drive there. When he really arrived in front of his house, he saw the mottled wooden door. He still couldn't help being surprised.

"That's right..."

He knocked on the door tentatively, and not long after, he heard footsteps.

The door opened.

A tall man stood at the door and frowned at him: "Who are you?"

Xiao Yun looked at his clothes up and down, handed over the greeting card, and said, "I'm looking for Mr. Jia Lan from your family."

Xu Shaoqing adjusted his glasses, opened the greeting card, glanced at him, and said, "I am."

Xiao Yun was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm Xiao Yun, a painter. I've heard that Mr. Jia Lan is outstanding in learning. I came here today because I want to meet Mr. Jia Lan."

Xu Shaoqing didn't speak.

Xiao Yun felt very embarrassed for a moment.

Without an intermediary introduction, he did seem a little offensive.

Xu Shaoqing glanced at him, paused for a long time, and then said, "Come in."

After Xiao Yun entered the room, he looked around his hut, only to see that the walls in the room were peeled off, and the tables were dilapidated. There were only many eye-catching paintings hanging on the walls.

He took a closer look, and found that the painting seemed to be... all He Yuxiu's.

how so…

He bought paintings so generously that he lived in such a dilapidated house.

Xu Shaoqing also sized him up and asked, "Mr. Xiao also reads novels?"

Xiao Yun nodded hurriedly, his mouth was a little dry, coughed lightly, and said: "I read it, especially your book "The Passenger from the Sea". I like it very much. I have a whole set in my family."

Xu Shaoqing didn't answer, just poured him a cup of tea and said, "There is only Biluochun at home, I wonder if Mr. Xiao is used to drinking it?"

"I'm used to drinking, please trouble Mr. Jialan."

Xu Shaoqing handed him the tea.

Xiao Yun took the opportunity to say: "I didn't expect you to like collecting so much, your house is full of paintings."

Xu Shaoqing poured himself a cup of tea, looked at the paintings on the wall, said "Yes", and then asked: "Mr. Xiao must have something else to do here on a special trip this time?"

Xiao Yunwan did not expect him to be so straightforward.

Right now, he is a little embarrassed. After all, it is the first time we meet, so it seems somewhat unkind to ask others for help.

But Xu Shaoqing didn't give him a chance to think. Seeing him in a daze, he called again: "Mr. Xiao?"

Xiao Yun nodded hurriedly, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "Yes, it's abrupt to say, Xiao is a painter, and he wants to come up with a collection of paintings, and would like to ask Mr. Jia Lan if he would write a preface for me?"

Xu Shaoqing frowned.

Seeing this, Xiao Yun quickly said: "I know you're busy, so I'm not in a hurry to ask for it. I don't know what you like when we meet for the first time, so I brought a little gift, please accept it."

Xu Shaoqing stared at the thing next to his hand before he wanted to speak, Xiao Yun added another sentence.

"It's not anything valuable, it's just a painting. He Yuxiu and I are brothers. I heard that you like his paintings very much. This time I specially asked him to draw a painting and bring it here." Xiao Yun said without blushing. .

When Xu Shaoqing's words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.

"You are his..."

"Junior brother, I am his junior brother." Xiao Yun quickly answered.

Xu Shaoqing stared at the painting in his hand, and asked softly, "Is this drawn by him?"

Xiao Yun nodded, stretched out his hand to untie the scroll, unfolded the painting, and said, "Look at it."

Xu Shaoqing took a deep look, and when he raised his head again, his eyes softened a little.

"Since you are his junior, then I must help you with this."

Xiao Yun heaved a sigh of relief, and said happily to himself: Fortunately, I was prepared for it, and found a piece of his previous work by rummaging through the boxes and cabinets.

He hung up his smile, his eyes sparkled, "Mr. Jia Lan is really kind."

Xu Shaoqing smiled, refilled his cup of tea, and asked in a friendly tone, "How is Yuxiu doing recently? I think he seems to have lost a lot of weight."

This person actually called him Yuxiu, it seems that he is an old acquaintance...

Xiao Yun was startled.

Alright, you He Yuxiu, you even excused yourself by saying that you didn't know him well.

He took a sip of tea, calmed down a bit, and said: "If Mr. Jia Lan would know that his right hand is useless, and now he uses his left hand to draw and paint, since he lost his hand, his whole person has also changed. Rarely, I slept very late, and I either drew or painted every day, and I was almost obsessed."

Xu Shaoqing's Adam's apple twitched, and asked, "Is there anyone to persuade him..."

"If he listens to the persuasion, I'm afraid he won't be dismissed..." Xiao Yun sighed, and said, "He is very stubborn..."

Xu Shaoqing was a little moved for a moment.

"Then he..." He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something else, but before he could ask, Xiao Yun interrupted him: "I hear what you mean, you and Yuxiu knew each other before?"

Xu Shaoqing took a sip of tea, nodded, and smiled bitterly: "I used to know him, but now I want to know him, but he doesn't want to know me anymore."

Xiao Yun became excited when he heard this, and knew that there must be something wrong between the two.

"Come on, there's nothing to talk about."

"If not, I'll save a game another day and call you both over. You have a good chat and untie your knots."

Xu Shaoqing shook his head, "He may not want to see me."

Xiao Yun sneered, "Hey, he still doesn't want to see me often, and if I take pictures of him, you have to follow his ass and annoy him, and annoy him and you will soften your heart."

"Really?" Xu Shaoqing's heart moved.

Xiao Yun nodded and made a smirk, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, let's just choose today."

"Hurry up to Xiangyun Tower to discuss the teacher's birthday banquet..."

He Yuxiu closed the note and frowned, feeling strange in her heart.

Isn't uncle's birthday two months away?

What kind of a moth is this kid Xiao Yun doing?

But thinking about it, he was afraid that there was something to discuss, so he went to the Xiangyun Building.

In the private room on the second floor, the dishes on the table had already been ordered, he called "Xiao Yun" and no one answered, he felt strange in his heart, and wanted to go out to look for him, but saw a person coming in through the door.

The moment they looked at each other, He Yuxiu froze, and it took a long time before she said, "Sorry, I probably went to the wrong box."

He raised his foot to leave, but Xu Shaoqing stopped him, "You did not go wrong."

He Yuxiu sighed, and understood a lot.

"What did Xiao Yun do?"

Xu Shaoqing whispered: "Don't blame him, I want to see you."

"He really ran to invite you to write a preface?"

Xu Shaoqing nodded.

"You promised?"

Xu Shaoqing paused, and said, "He said he was your junior brother."

He Yuxiu's heart skipped a beat.

Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Yun walked in with a jug of wine, and said with a smile, "Why are you standing, sit down."

He Yuxiu gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Yun..."

Xiao Yunquan pretended not to hear him, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Eat, eat, why are you so angry after eating?"

"Now you have learned to lie to me about my uncle."

"Look at what you said, what is cheating? I just see that Mr. Jialan is so pitiful. I live in such a dilapidated house and pay a high price for someone's paintings, but I can't get someone's smiling face. That's why I feel so sorry." Plan." Xiao Yun poured him a glass of wine and said.

He Yuxiu looked up at Xu Shaoqing, said nothing, and poured down a glass of wine.

Xiao Yun was alone there with a lot of eloquence, talking slowly and non-stop, He Yuxiu was depressed and didn't speak, just drinking glass after glass of wine.

Xiao Yun said: "Oh, there's nothing difficult in the world, just let it go..."

Xiao Yun said: "Thinking of the way I quarreled with Yuan Wei from Songfeng Pavilion back then, didn't we make up in the end..."

Xiao Yun said: "Senior brother, you, you, you are too serious, some things are not really..."

"No? Why not?" He Yuxiu put down his wine glass heavily, and raised his head again, his eyes were red.

Xiao Yun was taken aback.

Seeing the senior brother who was usually reserved, he suddenly seemed to be a different person.

"Xu Shaoqing, do you know how I have lived these past few years?"

Xu Shaoqing?

Xiao Yun pointed to Jia Lan, "You...your name is Xu Shaoqing?"

He Yuxiu yelled at Xiao Yun: "Get lost!"

Xiao Yun was stunned for a moment, but unexpectedly walked out by a strange coincidence.

"He Yuxiu is crazy..." He scratched his head, ordered a pot of tea at the bottom, and murmured while looking at the box upstairs.

"Stop drinking..." Xu Shaoqing stood up and wanted to take away his wine glass. He Yuxiu opened his hand and said to himself, "Why can't I be angry? In the past few years, I haven't slept in a single sleep." , as soon as you close your eyes, your face appears in your mind."

"I don't know how many times I dreamed that you were covered in blood and told me that you regretted it. Did you regret it? I didn't regret it at all. Why do you regret it? It's obviously you...you provoked me first."

Xu Shaoqing's heart hurt like a needle.

"It's me...it's me asshole..."

He Yuxiu raised her head, said with red eyes, "Xu Shaoqing, you told me not to let go of you, but you let me go first."

"I'm sorry..." Xu Shaoqing said sadly, "I really thought I would stay inside forever."

The clouds outside were beginning to gather, and the snow was fading. After hearing what he said, He Yuxiu raised her head and drank a glass of wine. She leaned on the table and looked at him for a long time, and finally said: "Xu Shaoqing, I'm very afraid of losing my life right now. , so sometimes, I'd rather not get it."

Xu Shaoqing couldn't hold back for a moment, choked up and said, "No, not this time."

He Yuxiu struggled with the last sliver of clarity, he propped himself up and stood up, trying to walk out.

As soon as the words fell, he was dragged into Xu Shaoqing's arms.

"Don't go... This time, I will never let go."

The long-lost hug made He Yuxiu's nose sour, and the remaining trace of sanity exploded like fireworks. He lay on his shoulders, perhaps because he was drunk, or because he was in a daze. He couldn't help but hugged his waist, just for a moment , he let go again in a slumped manner.

"Why must it be me? You are a famous Jialan now, and I'm just a down-and-out painter. There's no need for you to provoke me again. If you want a lover, many people will be scrambling for the first place."

Xu Shaoqing anxiously explained: "No, I only want you, not to mention how famous I am. If you have read my novels, you will know that there are tens of thousands of words in them, and every word is about you. Even the name Jialan is because of you. You take it."

He Yuxiu's voice was muffled, "Nonsense, why did you choose it because of me? The outside world has said that you believe in Buddhism, so you came up with this name."

"Do you really think I believe in Buddhism?" Xu Shaoqing asked.

He Yuxiu stopped talking.

Xu Shaoqing asked again: "Do you still remember the pot of longevity flowers you gave me?"

"What does it have to do with that longevity flower?"

Xu Shaoqing let go of him, looked into his eyes, and said word by word: "Longevity flower, also known as Jialan flower."

He Yuxiu thought it was funny at first, and then felt like crying.

"Are you serious?"

"I will never lie to you again." Xu Shaoqing said seriously.

After all, He Yuxiu still couldn't hold the moisture in her eyes.

A man in his 30s was crying like a child in a restaurant box.

He thought, he is really worthless.

"Why are you crying…"

Xu Shaoqing was in a hurry, and wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and as he wiped, he felt like crying too.

The sky was getting dark, and it was pitch black outside. The two of them were chatting one after another. Xiao Yun outside drank cup after cup of tea. After drinking, all the customers in the shop were gone, and the two of them were not seen coming out. .

He couldn't help it, so he knocked on the door.

No one should.

He opened the door and looked, but saw that the wine had bottomed out at some point, and the two were lying on the ground hugging each other.

"Sir, what should we do? Do you want to call a car to take the two of you to your house?"

Xiao Yun stared at the two of them, remained silent for a long time, and finally said: "No need, just let them lie here until dawn, they have to clean up their own mess."

The author says:

A super long episode of more than 5000 words, Happy New Year's Eve~