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son.A soft knife is tantamount to acquiescence. The thick-skinned Zhang Zimo has always pursued this bold equation, "Otherwise, go out with me to collect folk songs." "Where are you going?" "I'm going to London." "Going to London?" Do you think London is one of the best places to take black-and-white photos?" Zhang Zimo said with enthusiasm, stretching his hands to express his views, "cold-colored buildings, wet, rainy and foggy weather, always indifferent crowds and nobles Order, giving color is equal to not giving, it is better to just leave black and white."

Chi Hui shook his head, "I don't want to go out anymore, if I stay in the city, I still don't know who I should paint in that painting." Zhang Zimo smiled, "You look like this, it's not suitable for you to go to the countryside when you grow old. Last time I think if you hadn’t been accompanied by Wei Yang and the others, you would have been unable to move even an inch in that place by yourself!” “You!” Zhang Zimo made a gesture to hit him, but Zhang Zimo didn’t even hide, and moved his face closer, “A person like you is born In a city, it doesn’t work to have the soul of the city, to escape from your own authenticity to seek something that doesn’t exist. Have you ever tried to cut the city apart and see the side you don’t know?”

"Cut it up? Like Hannibal? Make it into slices?" "Hey! I didn't know you watched something like that!" "Don't like it?" "I like it, Uncle Bart's music aesthetic is particularly good." "So you think cut, cut..."

Chi Hui suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something.Zhang Zimo took the opportunity to grab an extra piece of drunk chicken.After a while, Chi Hui said, "You know what, what?" "What?" He smiled and said: "You are also an artist, you can follow what others say all day long, is it appropriate?"

Chi Hui slapped her a little harder this time.

Zhang Zimo introduced his friend to her, but didn't ask any further questions. He just sent Chi Hui back that night in a gentlemanly manner. He didn't enjoy drinking, so he went home and drank by himself.There was no news for two months, and Zhang Zimo went to London to collect folk songs by himself.Chi Hui was immersed in his own creation, pulled Cheng Heng, made several exquisite metal models, and then cut them open.Cheng Heng made the installation art smoothly, but Chi Hui was still staring at the cut model.She occasionally received greetings from Zhang Zimo on her mobile phone, but she ignored them.Cheng Heng glanced at him and said with a smile, "Are you ignoring him?" "Huh? Who?" She woke up from her concentration and didn't know what she was talking about.Cheng Heng glanced at the phone, and she reflected, "Oh, hi." "Huh?" Cheng Heng asked playfully, "Well, what, why does it seem that the whole world knows it, and I'm fine." "Me neither What are you talking about?" "You clearly," "Why are you guilty?"

Chi Hui's thoughts were interrupted, and he returned to self-justification, "Why do you seem to know everything, but I don't know anything?" "You," Cheng Heng walked to her side and sat down, taking off the thick gloves , "Don't you think Zhang Zimo is pretty good?" "Yeah, pretty good." "You two are very similar." "Are you alike?" Chi Hui looked like a little girl at a loss again, wearing cotton cloth The little girl in the white dress, "Like." "Where does it look like? Why don't I think so." Cheng Heng smiled, "Looks like me." "I don't think I'm as annoying as her." She said casually, Not serious at all, Cheng Heng felt that his intuition was right, "You both look like people with spikes on their bodies. The light is sharp, and you won't give in where you go. But, when you two meet When it comes to each other, let each other go, it's really amazing," Cheng Heng suddenly stopped to look for words, and Chi Hui was waiting for her evaluation.

"What's it called?" "It's... fascinated." Chi Hui smiled with a sigh, "I thought Wei Yang taught you some advanced vocabulary." Cheng Heng just smiled.

She turned her head to look at the precisely cut model again.Giacometti, the unseen will be seen.

By the time Zhang Zimo came back from London, it was almost Chinese New Year.When she landed in Beijing, Chi Hui also went to the airport to pick up her parents. She was immersed in creation, and always thought of Zhang Zimo occasionally but didn’t know what to say to her. Whenever she thought of it, she avoided trouble and turned her head back to continue painting.She didn't say a word for two months. When she met the sleepy Zhang Zimo at the airport, she felt very embarrassed and just wanted to shrink into the scarf that was as gorgeous as cinnabar.

"Yo," Zhang Zimo has always been thick-skinned, "I haven't heard from you for a while, so I didn't know you were waiting for me here." "I'm here to pick up my parents." "Oh, really?" Zhang Zimo pushed the luggage Che, I said in my heart that I didn't ask you, "Where are you? Is everything okay in London? I... I forgot to ask you."

"It's alright. There aren't many new things. I can only say that I've been half-traveling and half-gathering for two months. How about you? Is there any progress?" Facing Zhang Zimo's speech jam, Chi Hui didn't know whether to say it or not.But what to say to her?As Cheng Heng asked, what are you afraid of?

"...Yes." "Oh? Can I visit in advance?" "No." "Why?" "I haven't." Chi Hui saw his parents coming out from a distance, Zhang Zimo turned his head and saw the old man waving, "Then I'll go first." Chi Hui had already thought of how to introduce her—her parents didn't mind her orientation, they only wanted her to settle down—but Zhang Zimo was so polite and polite, she was surprised for a moment, and then immediately agreed , "Then see you another day." "Okay, I'll take a two-day rest first."

In fact, Chi Hui's parents only disturbed him for a few days, and they left for Egypt on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.Chi Hui started to draw in front of the cut model in his studio as usual.She has a new theme, and she still hasn't made up the last person in the painting that first led her to Zhang Zimo.She had several options, and it was difficult to choose, so she had to let it be, and draw the current one first, which is clearer.The first painting was completed very quickly. When I finished 75% of the painting, I found that I used almost all cool colors, which looked like a black and white photo.When she found out, Chi Hui glanced at her cell phone, which had been dead for half a month, and no one was looking for her—all her friends at work were afraid of her—so she remembered that she should call Zhang Zimo.

"Remember me?" Zhang Zimo on the other end was obviously very energetic. Although it was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, "What have you been doing lately?" "Me? I didn't do anything." "Oh?" Her rambunctious tone The vague helplessness in the scene was heard by Chi Hui. She knew Zhang Zimo—even if it was just a little bit—that she was a person who looked exaggerated but worked very seriously. If she said she didn’t do anything, she really didn’t do anything. Caifeng came back and did nothing to prove the failure of Caifeng itself, "You're right," Zhang Zimo sighed, "Going to London was a wrong decision." Chi Hui smiled lightly, but Zhang Zimo didn't retaliate unexpectedly, " Come to my place to see the paintings." "Now?" "Tomorrow is fine if you want. I won't go anywhere else. I will get up very early."

Zhang Zimo went out, Chi Hui told Cheng Heng about it afterwards, and Cheng Heng was surprised that she would be so considerate sometimes.

"This!" When Zhang Zimo came in, the first thing he saw was a 1:1 cut-out motorcycle model, "Did you cut it?" "No, it was cut by Cheng Cheng." I thought Wei Yang was a bit aggressive between the two of them. But think about it." "Whatever you think, you know how to guess about this kind of personal issue." "Let me see you, heh!" She saw Chi Huihua Most of the paintings, standing in place and staring at her for a long time, Chi waved up to push her, "I've only painted half of it." But Zhang Zimo was unmoved.Chi Hui felt a little shy, maybe she felt that this was Zhang Zimo's inspiration for her.Now being seen by the muse herself, she is naturally shy.

Zhang Zimo stood still, so Chi Hui had no choice but to pour water—after thinking about it, it's better not to drink, right?What's more, she didn't have any wine here - when she gave it to Zhang Zimo, the guy took a sip and only said: "It's not wine?"

"No." "No?" "No one you like." This guy finally turned around, "I haven't watched it yet, how do you know I don't like it?"

She finally picked out a bottle of sweet red wine in Chi Chi's refrigerator. "Congratulations on crossing the small creative bottleneck!" The two clinked glasses, and Chi Hui felt a sense of dislocation for a moment, not knowing who was the host and who was the guest, "Well, not bad." Zhang Zimo nodded, and naturally pulled Chi Waving his hand, "Then," "Huh?" Chi Hui didn't know why he was so obedient, shouldn't he just slap her? "I think I can claim that I am the person who inspired you this time, right?" Chi Hui chuckled, "You just say it!" "Yes, yes, yes!" "Okay, then I I'm depending on you." "Huh?" Zhang Zimo put down his wine glass and put his arms around Chi Hui's waist, Chi Hui didn't resist, "I'm going to depend on you until I know what I should shoot next."

Chi Hui smiled and agreed, and Zhang Zimo kissed her like a child.She has never confessed to the other party, but she has made it clear to herself in her heart that there is nothing wrong with Zhang Zimo’s photography in London. She always feels that there is something missing in the picture. She didn’t know what she was missing until she saw a woman in a red dress who looked like Chi Hui. .Chi Hui called Zhang Zimo out of her own longing—perhaps she is especially easy to give in when she is tired—she always had absolute confidence in her former lover, but this time she didn’t, even though this person made her feel most at ease; until Zhang Zimo entered the door and felt her aura up close after a long absence.