In the Same Boat

When you can't wait to meet someone, it always feels like the road becomes extraordinarily long.

Qu Yiheng ran out of the community, took a taxi and went straight to Yao Zhan's clinic. On the way there, his palms were sweating. Halfway through, he suddenly asked himself whether it was true or not.

He checked the email again on his mobile phone, repeatedly confirming that every word was real.

His work was indeed selected.

He suddenly remembered that his work was shortlisted for the first time 14 years ago. At that time, he did not enter the final exhibition. After so many years, there were two sessions in between. The rules changed, the time changed, and the art gallery of the exhibition was changed. Another country, and he also went from 19 to 33 years old.

Many, many years ago, someone told him jokingly that dreams are to be shattered, and he took it very seriously, but now, he suddenly felt that this was not the case, and that dreams were used to support him to go on better.

Yao Zhan's clinic was right in front of him, Qu Yiheng paid the money, got out of the car, and ran into the clinic as before.

He had been here twice before, and Yao Zhan introduced to everyone that this was his best friend. As soon as he walked in, the girl at the front desk greeted him with a warm smile when she saw him.

"Brother Heng, are you looking for Director Yao?"

People here call Yao Zhan Director Yao. When I called Dou Yucong and mentioned this matter before, Dou Yucong retorted that it was old-fashioned, but Qu Yiheng knew that this was compensation for Yao Zhan. He should be Department director of a large hospital.

"Is he busy?" Qu Yiheng stopped at the front desk, Dr. Yao really didn't expect to see him right away.

"There are a lot of patients today, and the flu is very serious recently." The girl said, "You go to his office and wait for him, and I will tell him."

"It's okay, don't tell him, I'm not in a hurry, I'll wait for him." Qu Yiheng was afraid that Yao Zhan would be anxious because he came, so he had to be patient and careful about seeing a doctor.

He went directly to the third floor, where Yao Zhan's single office was.

Qu Yiheng pushed open the glass door with "Director's Office" hanging on it, and got himself a glass of water after entering.

He was too anxious to see Yao Zhan just now, but now he finally calmed down a little.

After gulping down a glass of water, Qu Yiheng threw away the paper cup and called the teacher.

He suddenly felt a little ashamed. The teacher clearly told him that he had the news, but when he found out, he only thought about Yao Zhan the first time.

He wants to share his happiest moment with the person he loves most immediately, as if sharing a piece of happiness with two people can double it.

The phone was connected, and the teacher was so excited to cry on the phone when he heard the news, the 60-year-old choked up and said, "Son, you have finally lived up to yourself and not wasted your talent."

Later, Qu Yiheng didn't dare to think about talent or not at all. For several years, he couldn't draw decent works, and he felt that he couldn't bear the word.

But now, he can finally stand up straight again and tell others that he is a person who eats with a paintbrush.

"Teacher, thank you." Qu Yiheng sincerely thanked this teacher, if not for him, Qu Yiheng would not be where he is today.

"If you really thank me, you will continue to work hard in the future. One success can only prove that you stand up, but you need more than just stand up, understand?"

"Understood." Qu Yiheng said with a smile, "Stand up and run forward."

There are always times in life when you fall, no matter if you fall by mistake or someone trips you, the important thing is to have the courage to stand up and run forward.

After hanging up the phone, Qu Yiheng stood in front of the window, he didn't do anything, he didn't think about anything, he just looked outside, those cars came and went in a hurry, and then waited for his Yao Zhan to come and share his happiest moment with him moment.

When Yao Zhan finished his work, the takeaway that his assistant ordered for him was already cold. He originally planned to find a place to have a casual bite, but the girl at the front desk came over and said, "Director Yao, Brother Heng is waiting for you upstairs."

Yao Zhan had no idea that Qu Yiheng was here, so he casually asked when he came, and the girl at the front desk said, "Two or three hours."

He went upstairs with the takeaway bag, and when he opened the door, he saw Qu Yiheng's back, who was standing in front of the window, as if in a daze.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came?"

Qu Yiheng was taken aback, and finally recovered.

He turned to look at Yao Zhan, with a smile in the corner of his eyes and the corner of his mouth raised.

Seeing him like this, Yao Zhan closed the door, put down the bag in his hand, and went over to kiss him: "I seem to be in a good mood today."

"Yao Zhan," Qu Yiheng took his hand, "I'm selected."

Yao Zhan didn't know much about Qu Yiheng's affairs, but he knew that he drew a picture and sent it to participate in an event similar to a competition.

"Selected?" Yao Zhan still hasn't figured out what this exhibition means to Qu Yiheng. After all, Qu Yiheng's hidden past has not been told to him for a long time. "Congratulations."

His congratulations came from the heart, because he could tell that Qu Yiheng was very happy because of this incident.

"This exhibition is held every five years and is international. All selected works can participate in the exhibition. The last time I was shortlisted but not selected was already 14 years ago."

"Sounds like a great exhibition." Yao Zhan really didn't understand.

Seeing him like this, Qu Yiheng couldn't help laughing: "Yes, although you may not know what this means to us people, it is very important to me."

Yao Zhan hugged him and kissed him lightly, with some pity.

He can feel how much Qu Yiheng loves his art, and how intoxicated Qu Yiheng is in the creation. Of course, he also found that during the two of them getting along, Qu Yiheng was confused by creation for a lot of time. Thinking, the tattoo that has been reluctant to explain its origin must have something to do with his creation.

Probably because the two people are from completely different worlds in this respect, Qu Yiheng never tried to let Yao Zhan understand his world, rather than unwillingness, it is better to say that he did not dare, because for a long time , Qu Yiheng began to be unable to understand his own world.

But now, he can finally hold Yao Zhan's hand and walk in with confidence, telling him how passionate he is about creation, how full of awe and love for art.

He can finally start to lead Yao Zhan to walk on his artistic map step by step, without worrying that he is not qualified enough to bring his lover in.

Qu Yiheng said: "Do you have time during the New Year's Eve? Go to the exhibition with me, okay?"

"It's okay, if it doesn't work, we can take the next flight."

The two of them flew in the afternoon. At noon, Yao Zhan was still busy at work. Qu Yiheng came to him and planned to go directly to the airport from here. As a result, because Yao Zhan couldn't leave, the departure time was more than half an hour later than expected .

"Then the whole plan will be messed up." Yao Zhan was a little apologetic, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for what you said, as long as you can catch up with the exhibition."

In the last few days of the end of the year, Yao Zhan arranged everything and followed Qu Yiheng to Paris. The main purpose of the two of them was to see the exhibition, which would exhibit Qu Yiheng's works.

However, since they went there, they definitely couldn't just come back after seeing the solo exhibition. It was just in time for the New Year's Eve, and they planned to spend a few more days there.

It was late to go out, but fortunately, I didn't gamble on the road. The two of them went to the airport to complete the check-in procedures and the security check. There was still half an hour before boarding.

This trip is of great significance to Qu Yiheng, and his mood is more nervous and excited than the last time the four of them went to Lijiang.

Yao Zhan saw his anxiety, and joked with him: "What should I do? I'm going to witness my baby's highlight moment, and I, a rough man, suddenly feel that I am not good enough for you."

Qu Yiheng leaned against the back of the chair and smiled: "Don't make trouble."

"Really." Yao Zhan leaned over, and the two were so close that anyone who saw it felt ambiguous. He said, "Will you despise me in the future? I'm a person who doesn't even know where the world's famous paintings are. Blind flow of art."

"It's okay, there are many people who don't understand, and no one knows everything." Qu Yiheng really thought that Yao Zhan was worried about this, and comforted him, "If I have to say that, I don't know a lot of medical knowledge. You know, I'm not good enough for you."

Yao Zhan looked at him and smiled, the more he watched, the more he liked him.

He held Qu Yiheng's hand like no one else was there, and drew a heart on the back of his hand.

"You just need to understand me." Yao Zhan said, "Although I don't understand art, I hope I can understand you."

Whether it is love, liking, trust, or cherishing, there is a more important factor hidden in the middle, that is, understanding.

Love doesn't necessarily mean understanding, although two people who are together have completely different personalities, completely different preferences, and completely different pursuits, but if they understand each other, then love is even more rare.

"I suddenly thought of a question." Yao Zhan said.

Qu Yiheng: "What?"

Yao Zhan smiled: "After this exhibition, you are considered a bigwig in the industry, right? Then the painting you gave me before, did it increase in value instantly?"

Qu Yiheng smiled sheepishly: "I don't know. But art cannot be measured by money."

"Yes," Yao Zhan said, "art cannot be measured by money, and what's more, that Luo man is not just art."

"What?" Qu Yiheng didn't understand him.

Yao Zhan scratched his palm lightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "That is the token of love you gave me. It is not only art, but also your love for me."

Art cannot be measured by money, let alone love.

Yao Zhan doesn't understand the various genres in art, and he doesn't know what is so good about those famous paintings, but as long as they are Qu Yiheng's, they are the most priceless treasures for him, and they are the shining stars in his palm. Even if Qu Yiheng is not selected, even if Qu Yiheng's paintings are only printed in magazines with low circulation, even if they are placed in galleries and no one cares about them, but to him, these works born by this person are the most precious and rare in the world Famous paintings at first sight.

"When will you draw a personal/body/painting on me?" Yao Zhan said, "I am a very competitive person. In this respect, I can't lose to that little trash Woody."

Qu Yiheng smiled, and complained to him in a low voice: "Why are you so naive as a child, what do you care about with him?"

"Then will you draw it for me?" Yao Zhan leaned into his ear, "Or, if you trust me, I will draw it for you, and draw a piece of my heart on your ass."