because i'm pretty

The turn signal was on at the front of the car, and the gate of the community where Hu Manting lived was on the right.The grandfather left them two houses, one is the house of the family members of the employees, and the grandfather lived in it for nearly 20 years before leaving; Grandma was disappointed in Tianzhiling, but Yijingyuan Li Yikai moved in after graduation, and planned to live there forever.

As for Hu Manting herself, she insisted on living in the building behind the Hongda shopping mall, and she didn't want to move in until Li Yikai's income was enough to buy the place.

As for the two old houses, one is that Li Yikai, whose grandfather lived in, is reluctant to sell, and the other is that Hu Manting insists on not selling because she thinks it will be demolished.So Li Yikai became a good local single young man with four real estate certificates and a car, but he was not married and had to pay back the loan every month.

But he is very content, and believes that there will be a warmer home waiting for him in the future.

Li Yikai parked the car at a street flower shop, went in and bought a bouquet of lavender hydrangeas.

"Thank you son." Hu Manting dressed younger today, with a pale pink cashmere sweater and khaki wool wide-leg pants, as if she could go out to take a set of magazine cover photos at any time.

A woman will be happy no matter who the flowers come from. Ms. Hu took out two vases, one is a curved transparent glass bottle, the other is a round milky white ceramic bottle. Li Yikai chose the ceramic one. more lovely.

She said she was coming back to see her, but the two of them had nothing to say when they met. After packing up the flowers, Hu Manting came over to look at Li Yikai, and suddenly reached out and touched the back of his head.

"Your hair is a bit long, let me fix it for you."

Li Yikai instantly rang the alarm bell!

With a hairdresser mother, Li Yikai never went to a barber shop when he was a child. Ms. Hu always let Ms. Hu manipulate her hairstyle according to her will. Even in primary school, she was permed by her own mother. Later, he ushered in his own rebellious period, because Hu Manting took advantage of There was a big fight over making him dreadlocks while sleeping, and since then the two have resolutely divided their territories on the issue of hairstyles.

This abnormal behavior made him ask directly: "Are you being scammed again or have you sold my grandfather's house?"

Hu Manting took out a whole set of tools from the cabinet, an exquisite small leather case, and opened it into a three-layered box cabinet: "I just see that you have grown up, are you too busy recently? Let me fix it for you, so it won't be messy." move."

Li Yikai sat down despite his mother's expectant eyes.

Fragmented hair fell from the forehead, the sun shone on the face, Hu Manting moved skillfully and gently, and the scissors clicked softly on the eardrums, which was pure natural white noise that could not be produced by sleep apps.Li Yikai was a little drowsy, until the buzzing sound of the electric clippers sounded against the earbones, he opened his eyes, and warned: "Don't shave too short."

His face is thin, and his temples are too short to make him look younger.

"I know," Hu Manting said slowly, "Fix your hairline to complement your facial features."

"Really, just like your father," Hu Manting said, "The sideburns are too long, it's not popular now..."

Li Yikai didn't have a mirror in front of him, so he couldn't see Hu Manting's expression, but his own complexion became worse under his mother's quiet observation.

"Why mention him suddenly?" Li Yikai asked.

There was no sound behind her, Li Yikai turned his face while she was turning off the electric clippers, and Hu Manting looked away.

"He's looking for you?" Li Yikai could only think of this possibility.

Hu Manting used a small brush to wipe off the dregs on his face, and said after a while: "Actually, I have been in touch with your father."

"So?" Li Yikai pushed her hand away, sat on the chair and looked up.

So there is a connection, it's not that they can't be found-but Li Qi has never appeared, never seen them.

"He's back," Hu Manting said.

Li Yikai's throat clogged for a moment, expecting that the long 20-year wait would have already come to naught, but instead he calmed down, nodded and said, "So you are making excuses to find me, just want to talk about this."

He even smiled a little: "I know, but whether he comes back or not has nothing to do with me."

"He wants to see you." Hu Manting grabbed Li Yikai who got up and took off the scarf, "Your father is not what you think, although..."

"Although what?" Li Yikai turned his head suddenly: "Although before, at least if he were my father, he would have done what a father would do!"

"He also has his own difficulties..." Hu Manting withdrew her hand, pinching the hem of her sweater and said.

"What's the problem? Creation, freedom, soul, those nonsense?" Li Yikai's chest heaved, and seeing his mother bowed her head like a child, he calmed down and said, "Just lie to yourself."

He also had a lot of questions to ask - why did he leave?Have you missed yourself?Do not regret later?Have you really never been back to Jinghai?

But what a man does is more honest than what he says, a man who can act like this, no matter what he says, is meaningless to the adult Li Yikai, only Hu Manting will believe it—she only Believe what you want to believe.

On the way back to the car, the phone was always on, but Li Yikai didn't care about it until Feng Xin's call came in forcefully.

"I see, I will contact Mr. Jiang immediately, and do as he said." Li Yikai ignored the greetings and directly said what Feng Xin wanted to hear the most.

"Okay, okay, just figure it out, I drank too much that day, so don't worry about what you say."

"Well", the boss said that first, and Li Yikai went down the steps if he was not in the mood: "I was emotional, and I will change it in the future."

"Hi, don't I know you yet?" Feng Xin ended the call with a smile.

Li Yikai used his work to clear his mind, and then called Mr. Jiang. After a lot of back and forth, the project was finalized, and the contract could be discussed next week without any accidents.

There are many problems in life, and you will find that troubles can also be cured, but it is just a pass, and you will eventually become an adult with more insensitivity, learn to think rationally and weigh everything, and no longer need to bear it emotionally .

God did not treat Li Yikai badly. When he hung up Mr. Jiang's phone and was startled, he threw another call from Mr. Huang's secretary.

"You mean Mr. Huang from DS?" Li Yikai asked.

"Yes, Mr. Huang Yongcheng, Global Vice President of DS." The secretary also spoke Singaporean Mandarin: "Mr. Huang hopes to make an appointment with you, about an hour. I would like to ask Mr. Li if you are at 7 o'clock this evening, or tomorrow at 1 noon. Which time is more convenient?"

"Then tomorrow at 1:[-] noon, you can arrange the location," Li Yikai replied.

He didn't want to have dinner with this Mr. Huang on weekend nights. Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to talk about, the nervousness would definitely continue after the chat, and he didn't need to sleep again this night.

Thinking of sleep, he locked the car, went upstairs from the underground parking lot, logged into the professional forum account that Qi Jiu lent him, found the design studio of the smart sleep light, and left a message asking about purchasing it in China.

"Yes, ordered two and hope to have them before Christmas"

Yuan Zhiming completely forgot his mobile phone when he was devoting himself to creation. When he remembered to check the news, it was the next morning. It had been ten hours since Li Yikai asked him about the progress of his creation.

But he replied two sentences, but the other party did not reply.

Lucifer has been inseparable from him for the past two days, and now he is pacing around the room with hair like a chicken coop.

The two of them collaborated on a series of illustrations, with Lucifer in charge of the text and Yuan Zhiming in charge of the painting.

Most of the time, artistic creation is a very personal matter, but when you meet the right person, one plus one is greater than two. Lucifer's travel experience and neuroticism make Yuan Zhiming's pictures more ethereal, and Yuan Zhiming His imagination and emotional sense also make Lucifer's story more moving.

"So the next day the flamingo flew to the North Pole, and the Inuit gave him a tropical fish," Lucifer said while walking, scratching his head and asking, "Or did the flamingo melt in the sea of ​​fire, and the flame turned pink?"

"Are you listening to me, Xiao Ming?"

"Sorry, I was distracted," Yuan Zhiming raised his head from the sketchbook.

Lucifer looked at him: "What are you drawing? Ice?"

"Well", Yuan Zhiming's paper is full of ice cubes of various shapes, and the translucent shape is the most difficult light and shadow to draw. A few simple lines in his pen are already vivid. "The shape I've been thinking about for the past two days."

Before Lucifer fell into deep thought, Yuan Zhiming quickly said, "It's not the Flamingo's, it's mine."

It doesn't matter, Lucifer was curious: "What's in the middle?"

There is a line in the middle of each ice cube, and Yuan Zhiming said, "Uh, hair."

"What animal?"

"cat."

Lucifer couldn't figure it out, and before he became paranoid, Yuan Zhiming interrupted: "I think this time maybe it's not a painting, but an installation art, and I'm still wondering whether to sign up."

The theme of this year's competition is "Crossing Distance". No matter which track is the same topic, Lucifer asked him about his specific ideas, and Yuan Zhiming said he hadn't thought about it.

"Before the registration deadline next week, I'll think about it."

"So you have to participate in two tracks and work." Lucifer was a little worried: "Will it be too much?"

"Don't worry, I won't affect our works. If I don't have a complete idea, I won't do it," Yuan Zhiming said.

"Of course I'm not worried about the quality of our works. With your personality, I'm more worried about your body."

Yuan Zhiming smiled: "It's nothing."

Lucifer sat on the bench: "As hardworking and talented as you are, if you can't make it, I will wonder if the entire art circle in the world is over."

"Don't say such things to people who think they are underappreciated," Yuan Zhiming said, "I will be more anxious."

"Sorry, but it's the truth."

"Just kidding, I know you never lie." Yuan Zhiming glanced at the phone again, "Wait a minute, my dad asked me to call him back."

From the living room to the kitchen, Yuan Songqing quickly connected: "Are you busy?"

"It's okay, I was preparing for the NYX competition, and you came when I ran out of inspiration," Yuan Zhiming said.

Yuan Songqing told her to pay attention to her health and not to worry, before asking the real question: "Have you met any new friends in Jinghai? How are you going to spend New Year's Day and your birthday?"

"It's still half a month away, I haven't thought about it yet." After Yuan Zhiming finished speaking, he suddenly realized: "Oh~ If you miss me, just say it. I'll go home and make me big bone soup longevity noodles."

"Oh no," Yuan Songqing poured cold water over the deep love between father and son: "I invited a friend to stay in Beihai for half a month. I'm afraid you want to go home, so I'll tell you in advance."

Yuan Zhiming gritted his teeth and said I wish you a good time. Yuan Songqing said that he would send him the recipe of Dagutang Changshou Noodles.

"My dad's mentality is really good," Yuan Zhiming came out and complained to Lucifer, "Is he in love? He will never miss my birthday."

Lucifer raised his head with a very strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Zhiming asked.

Lucifer couldn't lie, so he expressed his embarrassment with silence.

"Doctor Lu?" Yuan Zhiming pointed to his mobile phone screen which was still on.

"Well, my uncle said... Uncle Yuan just checked, and the situation has deteriorated." After Lucifer finished speaking, he was annoyed: "He said that Uncle Yuan didn't want you to know. I also..."

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"He's a little bit messed up, a little bit damaged. He's a beautiful disaster, like myself"—a poem I remember before.

This is a chapter without romance.Because I want everyone to know more about the two of them, so many places take their time to see two souls who have to love each other.