single sickness

The time to go home with Du Chi is set to be this Saturday, and it is said that only that day his father has time.

Xiang Mo never thought that he must display the painting in the Fanghe Art Museum. He used to be arrogant and always felt that he would either not open it or open it in a high-end place, but now he doesn't care much about it. With a false name, you can open it whenever you want, and it doesn't matter where you open it.

It was just that when he was counting the paintings, there was something that made Xiang Mo difficult.

"Which one do you think is better?" He held up two similar body sketches and asked Du Chi who was leaning on the desk.

Du Chi looked to the left, then to the right, touched his chin and said, "The truth?"

Xiang Mo nodded: "Of course."

Du Chi put his hands on his sides: "They are all ordinary."

Sure enough.Xiang Mo thinks so too.

All the paintings he was proud of had been bought. Although it was not impossible to borrow them back for exhibition, it was really troublesome.Because Xiang Mo's original intention was to only invite friends and students in the industry to hold a small-scale art exhibition. He didn't want to make it so grand and let his buyers know.

Although Du Chi insisted that Xiang Mo exhibit his paintings in the Fanghe Art Museum, in fact, for Xiang Mo, he still thought it was very good to hold an exhibition in his old foreign-style house.

"Didn't you consider exhibiting that one?" Du Chi raised his chin and pointed to the freshly baked painting on the drawing board.

The man on the drawing paper has a muscular physique and a Zeus-like handsome appearance. The delicate brushwork outlines loose but regular muscle lines, bringing the beauty of the human body to the extreme.

So far, this is Xiang Mo's most proud work, bar none.

If this painting is exhibited, it must be the finale of the exhibition.

But Xiang Mo withdrew his eyes, stared at the careless Du Chi and said, "Why don't you run naked?"

Du Chi couldn't help laughing: "You are vulgar, artist."

He came behind Xiang Mo, hugged Xiang Mo into his arms, and admired the painting together: "Human body sketching is an elegant taste, how can you look at it with erotic eyes?"

This person has the nerve to accuse him?

Xiang Mo almost wanted to crack Du Chi's brain and see: "Who saw my art exhibition as a pornographic film?"

"Oh, I'm just kidding." A certain large dog boasted.

"No way." Xiang Mo didn't want others to see Du Chi's naked body, so there was no need to discuss this matter.

He picked up the dog paw on his waist and looked at it. The pointer on the watch was close to the number nine.

"It's almost there," he said, "it's time to go to the hospital."

Aunt Zhou's injury wasn't serious, but her children brought a medical team back specially to take her abroad for recuperation.

In fact, recuperation is just an excuse. Everyone knows that the real purpose of the child is to take her to live with her.

With Aunt Zhou's current physical condition, she can't take care of herself, so it is naturally impossible to refuse her children's kindness.

Just this time, she will never come back.

Many neighbors gathered in the ward, most of whom were regular customers of the flower shop.People don't want Aunt Zhou to leave, because they are used to the courtyard wall full of roses, which decorate this street with only phoenix trees.

It is very good that the old bungalows have this.

People in high-rise buildings are indifferent, and neighbors don't know each other. They only have to say hello when they meet, and avoid it as much as possible.

But the old bungalows are different. It is like a harmonious big community where people care and care about each other.

"Xiao Xiang." While Du Chi was chatting with other neighbors, Aunt Zhou quietly asked Xiang Mo who was sitting by the bed, "Are you reconciled?"

"En." Xiang Mo glanced at Du Chi, who was perfectly integrated into the group of aunts, and nodded slightly, "Thank you, Aunt Zhou."

"That's good." Aunt Zhou patted the back of Xiang Mo's hand in relief, as if she had let go of all the things worth worrying about, and finally she could leave with peace of mind.

From this point of view, perhaps she was the one who reconciled the relationship between Uncle Zhang and Uncle Li, not for other reasons, but just wanted to do some small things within her power before leaving.

After being separated at the hospital, Aunt Zhou went to the airport with her family, while the neighbors in the old bungalow walked back in groups.

Luo Yang has been busy with the decoration of the new store recently, so he can't see anyone all day long, but in order to say goodbye to Aunt Zhou, he still made a special trip back.

"Brother Du," he walked towards Du Chi and Xiang Mo, "I heard that you...?"

"Yes." Du Chi held Xiang Mo's hand generously.

"Hey, I didn't see it, I really didn't see it." Luo Yang patted the back of his head like a self-criticism, "The last time I broke up with you, I still sat between you, I really don't have the eyesight to see."

Xiang Mo couldn't help laughing: "We weren't together back then."

Du Chi answered: "But at this time, you can call me sister-in-law."

Before Luo Yang could speak, Xiang Mo nudged Du Chi with his elbow, frowned and signaled with his eyes: Do you still want to go to bed tonight?

Du Chi smiled softly, and said to Luo Yang, "It's fine if you don't call."

Luo Yang's attitude towards the two was similar to that of other neighbors, and he didn't feel any fuss when he saw two big men dating.

In the words of the aunt in the blind date corner: "The aunts are all very fashionable, what is unacceptable?"

Fashion is the pursuit of most residents of old bungalows. Under such an atmosphere, even if some people think it is abnormal, they will try their best to accept it.

After returning to his small courtyard, Xiang Mo picked up the water bottle in the corner of the courtyard, intending to water the roses next door.

The flower shop has been completely closed, and all the items inside have been emptied, leaving only the patch of roses at the entrance of the small courtyard.

Aunt Zhou gave the key to Xiang Mo and asked him to take care of it. In fact, Xiang Mo would take the initiative to do this without Aunt Zhou asking.

Du Chi didn't need to be busy with work, so he took the spare water bottle and followed Xiang Mo out of the small courtyard.

But at this moment, there was a burst of violent cheers from the noodle shop. The two of them went to check with other neighbors who didn't know why. Only then did they know that they had scored in the college entrance examination, and Zhao Xiaoqiao's grades were safe enough to go to her. Favorite school.

The two couples who often quarreled hugged each other and cried, as if saying that all the hard work for so many years was not in vain.

A while ago, Zhao Xiaoqiao still felt that the relationship between her parents was tense and they might divorce.But now, from Xiang Mo's point of view, these two tired middle-aged people seem to have lifted the burden from their shoulders, and the trivial things in life have become indifferent to them.

"Brother Xiang, Brother Du." Zhao Xiaoqiao came over to say hello when he saw the two of them.

Compared to her parents' excitement, she herself was much calmer, and it seemed that such results were all within her expectations.

Xiang Mo said "Congratulations" and asked, "Have you decided on the school?"

"It's decided." Zhao Xiaoqiao talked about a school far away in Beijing, which has the famous "One Pagoda Lake Picture".

"Amazing." Du Chi gave Zhao Xiaoqiao a thumbs up without seriousness, "You are the hope of our whole village."

Zhao Xiaoqiao smiled and said, "My boyfriend also did well in the exam, so he decided to apply for the school opposite me."

A talented woman matches a talented man, and the future of the two young people is full of infinite possibilities.

"Then when are you going to Beijing?" Xiang Mo asked.

"It depends on my parents." Zhao Xiaoqiao said, turning her head to look at her parents who were accepting congratulations from neighbors. "They want to accompany me to Beijing."

Xiang Mo was slightly taken aback: "Is this store closed?"

"Yes, go to Beijing and open again." Zhao Xiaoqiao looked away, said in a soft tone, "I want to take back what I said before saying they are stupid. They sacrificed themselves and spent all their time on me, although I don't agree with this. way, but I still have to thank them."

"Yes." Xiang Mo exhaled, inexplicably feeling relieved for Master Zhao and his wife.

In the final analysis, whether you are single or start a family, it is just a choice, and it does not necessarily mean that one is better than the other.The two couples who seem to have unsatisfactory lives actually have their own highlight moments.

Going back to continue watering the flowers, Xiang Mo was inevitably lost in thought.

Aunt Zhou left, Master Zhao's family was about to move out, Luo Yang's focus was on the branch, and he hardly came here anymore.

This sudden separation seems to correspond to Xiang Mo's views on feelings, nothing is eternal, so the relationship will come to an end.

"Wife." Du Chi's voice interrupted Xiang Mo's thoughts, "Are you trying to drown them?"

Realizing that he was overwatering, Xiang Mo quickly lifted the water bottle.

"What are you thinking about?" Du Chi asked, "Are you reluctant to part with Zhao Xiaoqiao and the others?"

"No." Xiang Mo shook his head, and moved the pot of rose flowers to the sunlight, "I was just thinking, people always seem to be separated."

"Are you thinking about when we will break up again?" Du Chi raised his eyebrows, showing dissatisfaction, "Can you have some confidence in me?"

"I'm confident." In short, he comforted the dissatisfied Gouzi first, but in fact, Xiang Mo himself had no idea.

"Don't think I can't see that you're trying to fool me." Du Chi's dissatisfaction was only momentary, as if he had already become accustomed to Xiang Mo's temper, "Come home with me on weekends, and I'll show you something."

"What?" Xiang Mo asked.

"You will know when you go."