he killed himself

Not long after the Qingming Festival, Nanfang entered the rainy season. The continuous rain, coupled with the temperature that fluctuates from cold to warm, is really suffocating.

If tourists go to the south of the Yangtze River, they should really avoid this period of time, especially those who are weak and have arthritis, they should stay far away.

Yang Wu considered himself one of the tourists, and was quite reluctant when he was summoned back, but it was Zhou Chen who specially called and said that Joe's solo art exhibition would be held for the first time at the end of April, and he hoped that he, as Joe's introduction teacher, could attend.

"Why do I always feel that this is not the only thing?" The artist always has some intuition. Considering that there are some work arrangements and social activities in China at the end of May, he reluctantly boarded the plane back to China, dragged five large suitcases, and brought The two assistants, the hotel where they were originally staying, had already been arranged, but it was surprising that the salary was so high this time, and both friends came to pick him up.

One is Yi Zheng, who still looks neither masculine nor feminine, and Zhou Chen, who is still particularly lacklustre.

"Where's Xiao Heng?" It's still the kind of face that looks comfortable and pleasing, so when sending clothes this year, only Xiao Heng's clothes are cut by himself.

"I was too tired from filming last night, and I'm resting."

"It seems that it is really popular." Yang Wu's words were half-truth, and when the assistant took out the luggage, the group went to wait for coffee, and slowly fell jet-lagged and dizzy, "Where are you two, is the company still there? Why? Seeing that one is more cowardly than the other? Is the money going to the family members for medical treatment?"

There is a reason why Yang Wu and Xiao Heng get along well in the circle, for example, their mouth poison is almost exactly the same.

"No sugar, thank you." Zhou Chen didn't answer, but made this request.

Yang Wu secretly said that there is no product, but he also realized that these two people are blocking people.

But don't we internationally renowned designers lose face?So I asked the two assistants to send the things to the hotel first, and then asked what they wanted to do. At first glance, it was not as simple as cutting the color for the art exhibition.

"About Xiao Lin, her recent situation is not very good."

At this moment, our Mr. Designer was a little surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"

"A while ago, Chen committed suicide, and Ah Chen had no choice but to think of you."

"What does this have to do with me?"

What do you say?Yi Zheng smiled.

In fact, Yang Wu and Zhou Lin once had a good time. At that time, they were both young and young, and their favorite was just a story about the blue sky and warm sunshine and you just got it right. I can't say anything, but I really hope for one thing, "If I take that kid Joe to France, I will be very happy."

A cup of coffee fell in front of him, and it was Zhou Chen's half-blooded face, "Don't even think about Joe."

"I live close to your mother, do you really not think about it?"

The two cookies next to the coffee cup were thrown into the trash can, so Yang Wu stopped talking.

This designer is notoriously a lover of sweets, so it can be seen that this cup of coffee will no longer be lucky.

Yang Wu spoke again, and he had arrived at the hospital with Zhou Chen. He was quite embarrassed at this time. Yi Zheng went to work, and Lin Xiao had an operation right now, so there were only these two people in the ward at the moment—it was Zhou Lin who didn’t care. How like to see.

When Yang Wu entered, Zhou Chen was standing at the door. The siblings didn't talk much, one said Yang Wu was coming, and the other looked up.

Some people don't want to see each other when they don't see each other, and only want to sing together for ten years when they see each other. This is how Yang Wu felt when he looked at Zhou Lin.

Since he went abroad to study design in the second year of high school, he rarely returned to China. The life and beauties abroad are so rich, and gradually many people in China stopped paying attention. When Zhou’s grandfather passed away, he came back to attend a funeral.At that time, although Zhou Lin was haggard, it seemed that the life of amnesia had not caused her any superficial pain, so at this time, seeing this girl who was so thin that she seemed to have no bulge in the quilt with the nutrient solution, he suddenly Some artists are sore.

Zhou Lin's memory of him has disappeared a lot, and she asked, "How is your graduation show?"

It was already a few years ago, and Yang Wu vaguely remembered that it was the last time they had a serious face-to-face chat, "It's okay, it was reported in the Paris Daily."

"That's pretty good."

"Why are you here?" She lowered her head and wrote it down in the notebook, then raised her head and asked again, her slightly dimpled eyes seemed to be a little girlish innocence because she had less and less memory of this world, "You came to see me?"

"Joe's painting is exhibiting for the first time, and I'm here to support it."

It was an accident, she searched a small book for a long time, but there was no result in the end, so she looked at Zhou Chen, seeking verification.

"The art exhibition will be at the end of April. I will tell you after the preparations are fully finalized."

She just smiled and asked Joe how he was doing, height, weight, etc. Zhou Chen could answer them one by one. When leaving, Zhou Lin looked at Yang Wu and asked him, "How are you and your fiancée Amanda?"

"We broke up and are now with Madina."

"Very good, you are not alone." Zhou Lin nodded with a smile, but didn't write it down.

When leaving, Zhou Lin asked her brother again, "Where's Feng Zhen?"

"He's at work." Zhou Chen said, "What's the matter? I'll ask her for you"

Zhou Lin lowered her head and flipped through the small book, "Here are his things, maybe he forgot."

"What is it? I'll go get it, we live opposite now."

Zhou Lin then took another notebook. The pages on it were a little yellow. Zhou Chen opened it and wrote down the address. He wanted to ask when it was, but his sister had lowered her head and was drawing something casually.

The two men looked at each other and knew it was time to leave.For Zhou Lin, the new memory is just a kind of pressure for her.

"Are you sure it can't be treated?" He had heard about Zhou Lin's situation on the road, so he was very concerned about the result.

"That's why I asked you to come back."

"I can only give her some wedding dresses and clothes, or funeral clothes when she dies." Seeing his friend's expression of helplessness, he straightened his face, "What do you want to do?"

"Take her to the hospital over there in Paris."

Yang Wu raised his eyebrows, "Does this make death far away?"

"Is this kind of person in your eyes?"

"If you are this kind of person, everyone will be at ease."

Zhou Chen laughed and bumped into his friend's arm, "Aren't you closer to our mother?"

At this time, I still remember this.

"But are you too idealistic? Your mother lives in the small town of Nice all year round. To be honest, it has nothing to do with Paris."

"She will come."

"What did Chu Yuan say?"

"This is also his suggestion. We will have dinner together at night, and I will talk to you about some precautions."

"I said, why are you so generous this year? People don't come, but you have booked such a big ski resort. To be honest, those sled dogs are really good."

"It's run by one of my current partners, surnamed Zhang. If you want to go, you can go anytime."

"The one about chasing the snow season?" Yang Wu has already been attracted by another matter, "how is it?"

"You can ask Lin Xiao at night, "Although Mr. Lin hangs the pot to help the world, he still knows what the family should know. He is afraid that he will be called back to inherit the family business at any time. Zhou Chen is very interested in Yang Wu's information flow." You have been abroad all year round, but domestic affairs are clear."

"Otherwise, how can we maintain a firm friendship with you?" Yang Wu, who is now in the fashion industry, has always been particularly sensitive to information, but there are also some information that cannot be processed, such as, "I haven't seen your house. Little black dog?"

Because Feng Zhen has a pair of black pupils and black hair, and his skin is relatively wheat-colored, Yang Wu is code-named Little Black Dog.

"He stayed here for two days before, and today there is a class at the school."

This sentence contains a lot of information. Yang Wu narrowed his eyes and looked at the rain outside the car, but was interested in another matter, "Do you know that Feng is really applying for a postdoctoral fellow at Dongda?"

Zhou Chen was stunned. During the meal, he asked Chu Yuan. Professor Chu Da was also a little surprised, but he didn't comment. "No wonder there are fewer classes this year." But I don't want to tell you.

Xiao Heng took off his outer sweater, and joked that Yang Wuzhen was a veritable information dealer, and he knew everything about this kind of thing.

"This kind of thing follows the school process, and anyone who knows someone in the school can hear about it." Yang Wu wiped his hands and looked at Yi Zheng. "I'm not the only one who knows about this kind of thing."

Yi Zheng didn't deny it, and he didn't explain anything to Zhou Chen's questioning eyes, but he asked if he wanted to live in the villa tonight, and they didn't play together for a long time.

There is no objection to this proposal, so it is considered to be passed across the board.

This game lasted until the next afternoon, except that Yi Zheng and Zhou Chen, who had played Go all night, had already gone to work, Xiao Heng was the first to wake up, oh no, he was Wang Ke at this time.

Wang Ke only felt a headache, looked at Ji Zibai lying on the sofa, looked at the time and date, looked at himself in the mirror, said hello, finally looked at the weather outside, changed clothes casually, Just as he was about to go out, he was directly stopped by Dayang.

At this time, the rain had just stopped, and the air was chilly. The pink cherry blossoms all over the ground seemed to be nailed to the ground by the rain, and they were extremely soft to step on. That's how he came to the hurried sun, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes. smile.

"Don't you have any clothes?" Dayang didn't care about this, and spread out two pieces of A4 paper in front of him, "Today's recording program, what time is it, and Mr. Yi answered the call, how many times have you said, My little ancestor, my archangel, let me tell you in advance if there is a change in time, even if you don’t want to be popular, at least save some gossip in the circle, don’t look at me, read these questions and answers first, I will remind you if you are out of line .”

"What show?" Someone asked, yawning.

The young man's voice was not as lazy as before, and his whole body seemed to be supported by something. Dayang didn't know what was going on, but subconsciously felt that Xiao Heng was a little different. When he recovered, Xiao Heng had already told her to go to the hospital. Che, asked what clothes he was going to wear today, and what kind of host was he.

She was so frightened that she quickly tried the boy's head, but it didn't burn, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

ah?Xiao Heng was also a little surprised by Dayang's brain circuit, but shook his head, the rest of them were sleeping, and the auntie was busy with lunch, so naturally she didn't have breakfast.

"That's normal." Dayang nodded.

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