The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

May be a mistake.

Chen Yici didn't care either, and locked his phone, seeing Zuo Zhu reading a book, he also picked up a book casually.

"Selected Calligraphy by Chen Zhizhi".

The black characters on the white background are majestic, and the pen is like a snake, and everyone is full of style.

In the cracks of the book, there is a line of small characters crookedly engraved with a ballpoint pen, cursive script, and the handwriting is also magnificent.

Chen Yici took a closer look before he recognized the line of characters.

"The writing is beautiful! The person is also handsome!"

……

Chen Yici closed the book with a desperate slap, and could guess who wrote it without having to read the notes.

He put it back on the bookshelf, and casually took another book on basic dance skills from the bookshelf.

Living in the countryside, living in the countryside, the most artistic activity in the village is the gala at the entrance of the village.

He never dreamed that one day, his home with the loess will be filled with a strong artistic atmosphere.

There is an extra bookshelf for books at home, and a calligraphy cabinet for Chen Zhizhi. You can often hear his mother singing loudly in the morning, and his grandfather dancing in the yard, although it looks like an old man exercising his muscles to outsiders. ,

People in the village got used to seeing the madman's eyes, and even the uncle of the village committee came to invite a few people to perform at the party that day.

His father also disliked this windy and rainy house. The blueprints were drawn and ready to be demolished and rebuilt. Chen Yici tried his best to stop and persuade him to give up.

……

Chen Yici also gradually got used to this kind of life.

He was a little lost in thought while holding the book.

When Zuo Zhu taught him how to dance, Zuo Zhu corrected his uncoordinated limbs with his hands, and his voice was deserted.

People look cold as if they are impatient, but the voice will repeat over and over again tirelessly.

Chen Yici's gaze fell on the page, and he closed it again after a while.

It was still cloudy outside the window, and it had been like this for several days, and there was no sign of getting better.

I didn't feel it when the weather was good, but it's cloudy these days, and I can't go out, so I inevitably feel a little bored.

Zuo Zhu went out as usual.

The last time I went to the park, Chen Yici discovered that Zuo Zhu didn't like crowds very much.

He loves to wander outside, but he is limited to village entrances and country roads where there are no people.

At night, I like to fly over the city without any problems, overlooking the city after the lights are turned off and I go to sleep.

But I don't like being in a crowd.

He called the system several times in his heart, but there was no surprise and no response.

There was a knock on the door, and he hurried to open it.

It was a curly-haired little girl, wearing a black suit and black-rimmed glasses.

There are several people behind her with work badges on them.

After saying hello, the girl introduced herself:

"Hello, we are from PM magazine, and we are here for an interview today."

Chen Yici was puzzled and said:

"Interview? We didn't promise it."

"I-I-I-I-I-I!"

Chen Zhizhi was carrying a large bucket of water, which contained a fish the size of a pinky finger.

He put down the barrel: "I promise."

Chen Yi resigned.

His brother's interview.

He waved his hand: "Okay, then you guys are interviewing."

Said ready to leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the girl quickly stepped forward to block half of his body:

"That... don't you want to be interviewed by us?"

Inexplicably, Chen Yici who was being interviewed: "?"

Chen Zhi immediately pulled him aside, speaking earnestly and earnestly:

"The interview fee doubles for one more person."

Chen Yici: ...

It's not impossible.

Chen Zhizhi gave full play to what is meant by maximizing the use of resources.

His father, mother and grandfather were all interviewed, except Zuo Zhu.

The young lady who was interviewing took notes, and looked up at the man on the sofa from time to time.

The man seemed to have his own aura, and several people around him were sitting on the left end of the sofa, and the man occupied the corner of the sofa alone, quietly flipping through a book.

The slender fingertips gently picked up a page of paper and slowly turned it over.

Only Chen Yici, who had just finished the interview, sat beside him.

There are a lot of medicines, medicinal wine, alcohol, gauze and scissors on the table.

Chen Yici moved cautiously, and cut off a section of gauze.

As soon as he picked it up, the man with a strong aura next to him automatically stretched out a hand and put it on the armrest of the sofa.

Chen Yici lowered his head and stuck it on him, and softly instructed:

"Remember not to touch the water, don't scratch the scars if you have nothing to do, and you need to change the medicine the day after tomorrow. Alcohol hurts the wound, so bear with it."

The man who looked cold and unapproachable didn't show any impatience, nor did he say much, just hummed briefly.

The girl blinked, and quietly raised the camera while not paying attention, and pressed the silent shutter.

At this moment, the man with indifferent eyes raised his head and looked this way.

Like being caught in the throat by a poisonous snake, or falling into an abyss, the girl suddenly felt breathless, and put down the camera in a panic.

Chen Yici also obviously noticed the two, raised his head ignorantly, and found that the female reporter was taking pictures.

He looked at Zuo Zhu, put down the cotton swab and said with a smile:

"It's okay, let's shoot."

As he spoke, he patted Zuo Zhu's hand reassuringly, like coaxing a cat with fried hair.

Zuo Zhui looked at the overlapping hands and did not speak.

After a while, he continued to flip through the book as if nothing had happened.

The girl was a little embarrassed. She was fascinated by watching this scene, but her professional habits made her subconsciously record it casually, but the secret filming was discovered.

She deleted the photo. Before deleting, she looked at the photo and felt sad, so she still sent the photo to Chen Yici:

"very nice."

In the photo, the dim light shines on the top of the hair, giving the hair a warm yellow luster.

A strand of the man's long hair fell down, whether it was intentional or unintentional, the slightly curled ends just wrapped around Chen Yici's slender wrist who was applying medicine to him.

Chen Yici bent slightly, tilted his head, and focused on applying the medicine with a cotton swab, with a tense expression.

But above his head, the man's cold eyes fell on Chen Yici.

Chen Yici's heart beat a little faster, and he put away the photos.

The indifferent gaze, which is obviously cold and restrained, does not look innocent in this photo.

After the female reporter left, Chen Yici rummaged through the old photos on his phone.

He remembered that he also secretly took several photos of Zuo Zhu.

Some are by the lake, some are on the sofa at home, and most are on the eaves.

The man is high above, with a guqin and a chessboard beside him, and his eyes fall on the distant sky.

He thought it was the guqin, chessboard and musical instruments that endowed the man with such temperament, but when he saw the photos, he found the opposite.

He carefully saved the photos, set up a private folder for the photos, thought about it when setting the password, and entered a number to enter.

Before going to bed, he lay on the bed.

Lying down, I feel empty in my heart, and the fixed time-traveling project has been cancelled, and I always don’t know what to do.

And I don't know why today, I have a little insomnia.

He tried to summon the system in his mind as usual.

After calling a hundred times, the calling sound was like a stone smashed into the mind, and after a few innocuous ripples, it completely sank.

Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly heard a faint hiss.

He opened his eyes suddenly and repeated in a low voice:

"System, are you there?"

The hissing sound is indistinct, sometimes obvious and sometimes disappearing.

Chen Yici pricked up his ears in the dark night and raised his mind nervously.

The hissing sound grew louder, like waves pushing toward him, one after another.

Just when the waves were about to hit the rocks on the shore, they suddenly stopped.

Then no matter how much Chen Yici called, there was no response in his mind.

Chen Yici lay on the bed and decided to try again tomorrow.

Drowsiness gradually surged up, but his mind was in a mess.

Those few photos seemed to be played in a loop in his mind, rolling in his mind non-stop.

The slightly cool fingertips, the long hair slightly curled at the end, and the indifferent but scorching eyes of the man sweeping over him.

Chen Yici turned over in agitation, and pulled the pillow as a doll.

In the end, he didn't know how he fell asleep. The upper eyelids and lower eyelids fought crazily, and he was drowsy like mucus. Finally, he couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

But he didn't sleep well, and the cicadas around him and the photos seemed to be in a dream.

The night is getting darker and darker, and the dream is getting deeper and deeper.

The hour hand turned half a circle, and it was finally dawn.

The person on the bed opened his eyes ignorantly, looking at the pillow in his hand as if lost.

There was a knock on the door:

"Breakfast is ready."

Chen Yici poked his hands into the bed, and the next moment, his whole body seemed to be frozen.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Chen Zhizhi knocked on the door again and said:

"Are you awake?"

Chen Yici's eyes were flustered, and he prevaricated indiscriminately:

"immediately."

Chen Zhizhi shouted outside the door:

"It's okay, get up slowly, I'll come in and get something."

Chen Yici's Adam's apple rolled up and down, staring at the sheets in a daze, and after a while he quickly pulled the quilt over as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Then he stabilized his mind and said in a hoarse voice:

"come in."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-1817:27:44~2021-08-1920:47:52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 irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of sangmo;

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