The residual temperature is over

The meeting with Zhao Tianyuan was just one of Yu Shiye's backlog of work. Then, the enterprise exhibition came again.Although this matter does not require the company's boss to follow the whole process, Yu Shiye still took some time on the first day of the exhibition to go to his company's exhibition area.

The exhibition was uneventful, no company came to him to discuss cooperation, and there were no emergencies.

Yu Shiye stayed for a while, confirmed that he didn't need to stay here, and was about to leave. At this time, a group of people came in at the entrance of the exhibition hall, and several exhibition organizers accompanied a star who came to warm up the scene.

Just facing him, Yu Shiye recognized the star.

Teng Xuan, the freshly-produced little fresh meat, first appeared in a big-budget TV series, and then repeatedly announced many high-end endorsements, looking like he has a solid background.

All the above information was sent to him by Meng Qihang. Yu Shiye clicked on WeChat and took a look during the work break. He didn't pull out his hand to return these unnutritious messages, but he remembered them.

Because of this impression, he took an extra look at Teng Xuan when they met head-on, and unexpectedly found that Teng Xuan also looked at himself a little bit more, and there was even something strange in his eyes, which made Yu Shiye feel a little strange.

... Don't be surprised that I look better than him, right?

Yu Shiye thought jokingly, he didn't care about this celebrity, so he didn't take the other person's eyes seriously, so he stepped out of the exhibition and forgot about this little episode.He picked up his cell phone and called Wen Bieyu.

"Bieyu, I got off work a little early today...well," he picked up the end of his voice, curling his tail comfortably like a cat, "Where are you? I'll go find you, and we'll go home together."

Not long after Yu Shiye left, Teng Xuan also left the corporate exhibition.

He secretly entered a hotel, took a shower in the bathroom, and waited here for more than half an hour, when the sound of the door being swiped opened, he took the roses he had prepared a long time ago, went forward, and hugged Walking in woman and kissing her on the lips.

The woman is not young, but she is beautiful, as beautiful as a flower in the rain, and she is very rich. Any set of clothes on her body is high-end, a luxury.

An ambiguous panting sound gradually resounded in the room, and a pair of hands rested on Teng Xuan's back. Those well-maintained hands were slender and smooth, like the agile hands of a musician.

Teng Xuan courted the woman intimately, hesitated, and said to the woman uncertainly: "I seem to have seen your son today, he looks very similar to you..."

His words were met with a soft chuckle.

The woman raised her face, and the light illuminated her face. It was Yu Shiye's mother, Xu Yinhua.

"Really? Where did you see it?"

***

The address Wen Bieyu gave Yu Shiye was a carpentry factory. When Yu Shiye came to this factory, Wen Bieyu was still working. He was wearing blue overalls, covered in sawdust dust, and holding a semi-finished drawer in his hand. Workers communicate.

Their voices were very loud, even if they were standing far away, Yu Shiye could still hear the workers' excuses.

"Everyone is like this...you consume more materials, the construction period is longer, and the cost is high...and it's troublesome..."

"Just do as I say."

Below is Wen Bieyu's reply, neither high nor low, very sure.

The worker muttered two more words, this time the voice was softer and Yu Shiye couldn't hear him, but he saw that after these two sentences, the person who was talking to Wen Bieyu turned his head helplessly and came back to the office again. Before making tools.

People are clearly still busy.

Yu Shiye decided not to disturb Wen Bieyu, so he arrested a factory employee, asked Wen Bieyu's lounge, and went there to wait for someone.

In the lounge of the woodworking factory, there also seemed to be a thin layer of sawdust floating. The environment can only be said to be not bad, but the sound insulation is not bad. After entering, you can hardly hear the sound of processing outside.

Yu Shiye sat on the sofa, turned his eyes casually, and suddenly found a wooden cup on the table, the cup was just finished, the surface was painted well, and the shape was similar to the cup he just broke a few days ago.

...Is it specially made for me?

Yu Shiye looked at it over and over for a while, his heart moved slightly. Anyway, he was waiting for others to be idle, so he decided to add something to the cup, so he took a photo on Baidu with his mobile phone, and searched for a while on the table in the lounge, and found a cup. Measuring ruler and an oil-based pen, start to compare the mobile phone pictures, measure and trace points along the wall of the cup.

His movements are very skillful and fast. After a while, a small outline appeared on the edge of the cup. At first glance, it was not much different from the picture on the phone.

At this moment, the door of the lounge was opened, and Wen Bieyu's hasty footsteps sounded: "When did you arrive? Why didn't you call me?"

"It looks like you're busy from a distance, are you done?" Yu Shiye put down the cup he was drawing, and turned to look at Wen Bieyu.

The person who came in was still wearing the blue overalls, and was holding two drawers in his hands. One drawer was the most common drawer, with a bare stomach; the other drawer had partitions of different lengths and sizes. Material, like a sheet but not a sheet.

Yu Shiye didn't know how to describe it, touched it curiously, and asked Wen Bieyu, "What is this?"

"Diatom mud is used to absorb water." Wen Bieyu explained.

"Why put this kind of thing in the drawer?" Yu Shiye was a little puzzled.

"The guest who did the decoration is a senior calligraphy and painting lover, and he customized a batch of desks for his club. Because it is a public place, it is not suitable to put things on the table, so as not to look too messy. So I made the drawers of these desks Made a little design." Wen Bieyu made simple gestures, "You can store paper, pens, and inkstones separately, even if they get a little water when you put them in, you won't be afraid of them. Let the water droplets evaporate and disappear, so you are not afraid of mildew in the drawer."

Yu Shiye understood what Wen Bieyu and the workers were talking about just now. He carefully observed the drawer, and the more he observed it, the more practical it became, and he couldn't help admiring:

"It's much more troublesome to make than ordinary drawers, but it feels different when you do it and don't do it."

Wen Bieyu smiled.

When his designs are praised, he always smiles, with a little pride in his smile; and when the person who praises him is Yu Shiye, the pride is mixed with a little joy.

People always want to be praised, and even more so by those they care about.

"My fee is expensive." Wen Bieyu said implicitly, "There is a reason why you are expensive."

Yu Shiye was rare for Wen Bieyu like this. He hugged Wen Bieyu, let someone sit with him, then raised his hand, let his fingers run through the other's hair, and picked out a little sawdust entangled in the other's hair.

The scalp was rubbed by Yu Shiye's fingertips, it was numb and itchy.

Wen Bieyu's body trembled reflexively, his eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the cup on the table with a squirrel drawn on it, he froze for a moment: "This...you drew it?"

"I drew it according to the picture." Yu Shiye showed him the picture on the phone.

Wen Bieyu was even more surprised when he compared the two. He still remembered Yu Shiye's stickman drawing skills in high school: "It's very similar."

"That may be because I used a stupid method."

Yu Shiye showed Wen Bieyu his "craftsmanship". He picked up the measuring ruler and pen again, first measured the picture, then the cup, calculated the proportion and structure, and finally copied it by comparison.

Wen Bieyu was also dumbfounded.

Theoretically speaking, this method can really imitate the painting, but it is quite tiring, and it is still a very boring and tiring method.

He was a little funny, and couldn't help asking: "How did you come up with this method? If you want to learn painting, why don't you enroll in a class?"

As he said, he picked up the pen, and in two steps, he filled in the parts that Yu Shiye hadn't finished.

Yu Shiye put his arms around Wen Bieyu's waist, and took the opportunity to say: "Draw some more, draw a string of balls for the squirrel, let the squirrel chew the balls mumbling... yes, that's it... and the side, and add some cute ones Kanto cooking……"

Having mentioned this point, Wen Bieyu immediately noticed it. Although he didn't stop writing, he asked rather speechlessly: "How am I like a squirrel?"

"To be honest, it looks like everywhere." Yu Shiye laughed.

"I'll teach you how to draw." Wen Bieyu said again.

"No, I'm not interested in learning to draw." Yu Shiye said, "What I'm interested in is to trace things bit by bit."

It was strange to say this, Wen Bieyu glanced sideways at Yu Shiye, and saw that he was smiling.

That smile is a thin film, under which there are Yu Shiye's deep eyes.

Yu Shiye said to Wen Bieyu: "When I was abroad, I drew a photo..."

In the small room, there is only room for a bed, and the table is used on the bed.But at least there is an aisle next to the bed, and behind the aisle is a cramped window.

The drawing board blocked two-thirds of the window, and the remaining light was framed around the drawing board like a fringe.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons slip through the window, and the rotation is like the monotonous background curtain in a photo studio. The curtain is also dim and old, with only a few bright colors left, all concentrated on that drawing board.

He is very busy and doesn't draw often.

But every day when I return to the rental house, I will first touch the drawing board and take a look at the people on the drawing.

At the first glance, the heart will calm down, and the fatigue and exhaustion will melt away from him like melting in hot water; at the second sight, the emotions will start to boil, like warm running water suddenly turning into hot water. The magma crashed and destroyed wantonly in his body, urging him to tear off the thin image, return to Wen Bieyu's side, and embrace the real person again.

Every time this happens, he suffers extra pain, and thus breeds doubts about himself and his persistence.

But in the end, he still picks up a pen and draws dots on this piece of paper.

Every dot of ink on the paper is also every dot of blood on the heart.

"That photo is really hard to draw. I spent a long time drawing it and destroyed a lot of paper. Later..."

"What happened later?" Wen Bieyu couldn't help asking.

The tails of Yu Shiye's eyes were raised, and he smiled, covering the rest: "Later, practice makes perfect, and I got this strange skill; and later, I found out that it's better to be a real person."

I put love on paper and hide the paper in a drawer.

Many years later, I opened the drawer anxiously, thinking that I would see a painting full of worms, but the time without credit for every second did not fall on it, and did not obliterate its beautiful face. The merciful God has mercy on it , allowing it to be privileged.

It is fresh and beautiful, just like the original.

Yu Shiye was in a daze for a while, and suddenly said to Wen Bieyu: "Bieyu, I have one more thing on hand now. This thing is like drawing a picture. It's stupid, silly, and thankless. I want to do it a little bit. , but I can’t make up my mind whether to do it or not.”

He told Wen Bieyu what he and Zhao Tianyuan had said about sneaking into a community-style apartment for the elderly.

When he spoke, his voice was very steady, and he objectively evaluated the advantages and disadvantages of this matter. In fact, there are no advantages, but all disadvantages: "This is an innovation, and all innovations are difficult. It takes a lot of money to promote it. To promote it, but it may not be able to promote it. After all, the elderly do not have the habit of renting houses; and this matter bears a lot of responsibility. A negligence may lead to accidents that no one wants to see. As for the completion How much profit will be made after this matter is a huge question mark. From a business point of view, there is absolutely no need for me to do this..."

"Then why did you do it?" Wen Bieyu asked softly.

"Maybe... Qianjin wants to buy her heart." Yu Shiye also analyzed his mentality, "someone has to do something."

"Then do it. It's normal to fail. Even if you draw something, don't you tear up a lot of pieces of paper before you finally succeed? Even if you lose everything, I am there. The money I earn is enough for the two of us to live .Yu Shiye..."

"Ok?"

"Compared to the past," Wen Bieyu told people clearly, "I can fail, and you can also fail. We can bear the consequences of failure."

The author has something to say: Small theater, Yu Shiye: I generate electricity for love.