The autumn in the south comes later than elsewhere, the flowers are still in bloom, the grass and trees are still green, and after staying in the sun for a long time, it will even feel hot.

Yi Hui and Jiang Yimang sat under the loquat tree in the yard, each with a small stool, one painting and the other doing manual work.

Jiang Yimang was restless. After sitting for half an hour, he couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and stretched. He ran to the house to get two popsicles, gave one to Yi Hui, and finished eating. As for his own, he began to covet the one in Yi Hui's hand that he had just unsealed and hadn't bitten yet.

Yi Hui simply handed it to her and picked up the paintbrush again: "You can eat it, my stomach is uncomfortable and I don't want to eat ice."

Jiang Yimang happily took it, took a big bite, looked at Yi Hui's painting, and said vaguely, "If you are good at painting, you should also be able to cross-stitch, right?"

Yi Hui didn't understand the logic: "Cross stitch, doesn't it sew a thread of a fixed color to a fixed grid?"

"Oh, don't say it so unbeautiful." Jiang Yimang swallowed the ice in his mouth, "You have to be enthusiastic to embroider beautifully, don't worry, one stitch will not work."

Yi Hui remembered the few needlework he had done in the past, and felt that it made sense. He nodded and said, "It looks simple but difficult to do, and the finished product must be beautiful."

Jiang Yimang's eyes lit up: "Brother, are you interested in trying it?"

Yi Hui understood that Jiang Yimang was tired of embroidery and wanted to find him as a helper.

It was nothing to help him at first. He happened to have nothing else to do, but when he thought of who was on the embroidered cloth, Yi Hui backed away: "No, I'm clumsy, don't waste your work."

Jiang Yimang won the true biography of Tang Wenxi, and he opened his mouth and blew: "My brother has a gold medal in the painting competition. He is ingenious and ingenious. How can it be a waste?"

Yi Hui's face became hot when she said, "But, but this is different from painting."

"It's almost the same," Jiang Yimang waved his hand and put the embroidered cloth in his arms, "Well, you can start embroidering from here. I have already picked out the required threads and placed them next to them. There are numbers on them... Then I will go first. Get some sleep."

When Yi Hui came back to his senses, Jiang Yimang had already disappeared.

How to do it? Take it hard.

Yi Hui folded the embroidered cloth into a piece that was as small as possible, so that the entire face could not be seen as much as possible. While holding it in his hand, he slowly picked up and dropped the needle, pondering in his heart that he would have to learn to adapt to being praised in the future. It's silly to boast, and you can agree to anything in a vague way.

However, the embroidery is fine, and the attention is focused on the rows of small grids in front of him, so there is no time to think about what the whole picture looks like.

When Jiang Yimang came out of sleep, he saw that Yi Hui had embroidered so much, and exclaimed, "Why do you embroider so fast? I originally planned to save the eyes for the last embroidery, but those are Hengheng's eyes!"

Yi Hui said he could help her remove it, but she was unwilling. She stroked the neat stitches and pouted, "For the sake of embroidering my family's Hengheng's eyes so beautifully, forget it."

Yi Hui heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he would not ask him for help in the future. Jiang Yimang, who was beside him, suddenly unfolded the embroidered cloth, admired it for a while, and asked excitedly, "Our family Hengheng. Isn't he super-handsome?"

This time Yi Hui couldn't dodge, the pair of eyes he had just finished embroidered in his hands looked straight at him, making his heart beat wildly, and he was temporarily speechless.

"What's the matter with your expression?" Jiang Yimang was upset, he turned his head and stared at the embroidered cloth and looked up and down, "Isn't it good-looking?"

After getting along for this period of time, Yi Hui has a deep understanding of the behavior of a star-chasing girl like Jiang Yimang to seize every opportunity to become an Amway idol all over the world.

But he still won't say anything against his heart, and he doesn't want to lie.

"Of course it looks good," he forced himself to meet those eyes, overcoming those unspeakable psychological barriers, "I look better than the photo."

The pace of life in the town is slow. In addition to painting, Yi Hui also takes care of watering flowers, drying clothes, and cleaning the yard every day. He even takes care of the geese from Aunt Qiu’s house next door. Bamboo poles drove a few fat geese to the river to swim, graze, and send them back before the sun went down.

Yi Hui felt that he could do more, but the small family of three did not have so many things for him to do. Later, Jiang Xuemei had a clever idea, and she rummaged through the box to find a piece of folded cloth and stuffed it into Yi Hui's arms: "Mom doesn't have time recently, so I'll leave it to you."

When I unfolded it, it was a picture of "Home and All Things Prosperity" embroidered with only one dot.

Yi Hui didn't mind at all that this was something girls like to do, so he took an embroidery bandage from Jiang Yimang and started embroidering in a decent manner. In the middle of it, I made a few changes myself. The lines of several different colors were matched with each other to make the black characters more three-dimensional.

Seeing that Jiang Yimang was very envious, he almost wanted to ask Yi Hui to help her embroider, but Jiang Xuemei stopped him: "The star you are chasing, ask your brother to help embroider, there is no sincerity at all."

After thinking about it, Jiang Yimang felt that it made sense, and immediately decided to embroider all by himself, and never fake someone else's hand.

The days were just so plain, sometimes mixed with "little surprises" from a few star-chasing sisters.

There are occasional frights. For example, Jiang Yimang came back from school with red eyes. Yi Hui was worried that she would be bullied at school. He knocked on her closed door and asked her what was wrong. Jiang Yimang sighed and cried. He came out: "Hengheng Hanging Weiya fell and was injured, and his appearance was broken, what can we do!"

Maybe it was because he cried too loudly, which made Yi Hui's heart beat faster, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back. It was not until he heard Jiang Yimang say that it was not serious, just some skin injuries, that Yi Hui calmed down.

"I'm so mad at me, what broke the crew, actually hurt Heng Heng, and kept the news from letting us know. If it wasn't for a frontline sister in the group who accidentally leaked something, this story would have been turned over like this?"

The more Jiang Yimang said, the more angry he wanted to rush to the crew to beat people. Yi Hui was much more rational than her and persuaded: "It may be that he won't let him, the news came out, and I don't want you to worry."

Jiang Yimang's nose twitched, and he was about to cry again: "Why is Hengheng so good..."

Yi Hui handed her a tissue, dumbfounded. How could he know what the man and his team planned, he just guessed and found an excuse to comfort Jiang Yimang.

However, it was the first time that Dang Weiya was injured.

Yi Hui knew how picky that person was when he took on the show. In the past, when he was idle at home and had nothing to do, he would watch the movie and TV series that person played over and over again. Later, he learned to surf the Internet, and watched variety shows, interviews, etc. without landing, and some even watched it several times.

Among them, the most impressive one was a magazine interview. The reporter asked the person if he would take on ancient costume films, Qing palace dramas, martial arts films and so on. It’s easy to shave your hair, but it’s hard to grow your hair, and martial arts movies will definitely have to hang Weiya flying around, too much tossing.”

When this interview came out, there was an uproar in public opinion. The black fans found a point of ridicule and scolded him for lack of professionalism. He was still picky when he was an actor, but the fans felt that he had a lot of face, saying that he had the ability to choose the script and act whatever he wanted. When the grapes say grapes are sour.

So, why did he take on a type of drama he said he wouldn't take, and get hurt for it?

Just when Yi Hui was about to ponder, Jiang Yimang next to him touched him: "Brother, the phone is ringing."

Back in the room, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, saw the caller ID "Tang Wenxi", Yi Hui was still relaxed when he pressed the call.

Who knew that after hearing a few sentences, his expression became tense, and his speech gradually became urgent: "Exhibition? Why should it be exhibited?... I didn't read the contract signed when I received the award... That's my work, I Disagree...tomorrow, so soon?...then I'll go right there."

The next day, in Hall A of the Capital Art Museum.

The huge exhibition hall is divided into countless small spaces by walls, and each space is left with interconnected passages, so that after entering through the entrance, the audience can browse all the paintings on display along the best route.

As soon as the ticket check started here, Fang Youqing waited at the entrance after receiving the call. He saw a tall man coming from a distance and immediately waved.

When he came to the front, and found that he had another person with him, the smile on Fang Youqing's face calmly disappeared.

"Why, Jin Heng's face stinks all the way, don't even you welcome me?" Yang Chengxuan said innocently, "Today there is another friend's work on display here, I have to go and support him, no If you disturb the world of the two of you, don't worry."

Fang Youqing was embarrassed by what he said, hurriedly said that he was not unwelcome, and then glanced at Zhou Jinheng standing beside him. saw his mask covering his face, his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and the scabbed wound on his forehead was still a little obvious. No matter how he looked, it didn't look like he had been rubbing the medicine well, and he still couldn't see emotions in his exposed eyes.

The two were still chatting, when Zhou Jinheng suddenly interjected: "Come in, it's the beginning."

After speaking, he took the lead and strode away, Fang Youqing left the topic halfway through with Yang Chengxuan and hurriedly followed, and took Zhou Jinheng to the middle of the venue: "My work is over there, you can explain it to you while watching me."

This is an art exhibition aimed at discovering new talents. All the works on display are young painters who have just become famous in the painting world or who have just achieved some achievements in recent years.

Fang Youqing's paintings are undoubtedly the most popular among them, as can be seen from the position of the organizer's division of his works.

However, this time Zhou Jinheng came with the purpose of relaxing. He did not go straight to the center of the exhibition hall as Fang Youqing wished, but started from the door and looked at each other. Fang Youqing had to entertain other people. Seeing that he had his own plans, he went to work elsewhere first.

Zhou Jinheng had never studied painting, and the standard of appreciation was entirely based on whether it conformed to his taste. He hurriedly glanced at a few paintings that were mediocre in all aspects in his eyes, but some of them really caught his eye.

For example, the landscape painting in front of me, placed in the corner, takes the majestic mountains as the main body, supplemented by a little morning light overflowing from the gaps between the mountains. In his opinion, the one that won the Excellence Award was much better than the previous ones that had the Silver and Bronze awards.

It's actually more selfish. Incorporating into this painting, Zhou Jinheng can finally break away from the independent world where he has no sense of his surroundings, and face up to his recent abnormal state.

Especially on this rocky cliff, the first thought that popped up in mind when saw it was actually climbing to the top, and then jumping down, feeling more unbearable out of control, and more beyond. The pain at the tipping point is unbearable.

These days, Ye Qin's words "You have no heart, you are not worthy" have been circling in his mind. He knows better than anyone that he is the culprit. Those three people only contributed to his evil deeds. The one who deserves to be slashed with a thousand swords.

When Weiya lost control that day, his body fell very fast, swayed and slammed into the wall, his first reaction was not to raise his arms to cover his head and torso, but to think that it would be fine, maybe he would catch up with Yi Hui. The footsteps of leaving, do not have to stay here alone, suffering from bruises and numbness that cannot relieve the slightest pain.

But compared to Yi Hui, what is his pain?

He seems to be trapped in a barren mountain with cliffs on all sides. Without the guidance of light, he can't see the road ahead, he can't feel the wind passing by, and he can't feel when his skin is cut by branches. He can't climb the top of the mountain. can't wait for the storm to come, and don't know when this torture will end.

It is better to live than to die, it is better to die.

Yang Chengxuan walked over from the next door, saw Zhou Jinheng watching intently, and said, "Why, are you interested in this picture? This is what my friend drew. Well, it's over there, do you want me to take you to chat with him?"

Zhou Jinheng shook his head and took his tired eyes away from the painting: "No need, just take a look."

Yang Chengxuan was a little helpless: "Okay... But it's not me who told you, it's good to accept the invitation to see the art exhibition. Fang Youqing has been around you for a long time, and you don't care about others, it's too shameless. ?"

Zhou Jinheng walked to the next picture and stood still, and answered succinctly: "I'm watching, I didn't ignore him."

Yang Chengxuan made a "tsk", leaned closer and lowered his voice a little: "Don't tell me you didn't see that he wanted to reconcile with you. It's a good time and place. You're widowed and he's not married..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was silenced by a lingering look cast by Zhou Jinheng.

"I'm here for the sake of being a friend. It's just to fulfill the promise. It doesn't have the meaning you think." Zhou Jinheng said.

Yang Chengxuan asked, "What if he has it?"

Zhou Jinheng frowned, as if he didn't want to talk about such topics: "Then I'll make it clear to him."

Yang Chengxuan spread his hands and shrugged: "Okay, whatever you want, I just think the opportunity is rare, and I don't want you two to miss it all the time. Didn't you get married to forget him? Now that you're single, think about it and don't break the law, so you don't need to talk about it now. die."

Zhou Jinheng's brows furrowed even tighter, just as he was about to say something, there was a sudden movement across the wall, as if someone was arguing.

"It's agreed not to be exhibited, why are my paintings still hanging here?"

"We signed a contract with the Artists Association, and they sent this painting to the exhibition."

"But, but it's clearly said..."

"Agreed? Did you agree with the Artists Association or with the person in charge here?"

"They promised me on the phone that it could be removed first."

"They are them, we are us, I have not received a notice to withdraw the painting, if you have any questions, please contact the person in charge..."

"I-I'm the author of this painting, and now I'm taking it away."

Yi Hui knew that he was stupid and couldn't speak to others. It would only be a waste of time to go around like this. In a hurry, he would take the painting off the wall.

I received Tang Wenxi's call yesterday, and he immediately took the bus to the city, then took the early morning flight to the capital, and rushed to the Artists Association early in the morning to negotiate with the staff there. After getting the liquidated damages, the painting can be removed. After withdrawing the reply from the exhibition, he rushed to the exhibition site non-stop.

From last night till now, Yi Hui has not eaten or slept. With the determination to take this painting away no matter what, he has been working hard for twelve minutes. In fact, his standing is almost unsteady. film.

So was pushed out a few steps by the staff, and didn't get the painting. was so anxious that nose was sore, and bit lip and almost cried.

"No, this painting cannot be shown to others." Yi Hui stubbornly went up to pick it again, "This is my painting, and I have the right to take it away."

This is already the most vicious thing he can say, but unfortunately it still has no deterrent effect.

The staff member was probably annoyed by his "unreasonableness", and this time he tried a little harder. Yi Hui stood on tiptoe, his hand was about to touch the edge of the frame, and he was pushed away unexpectedly.

Seeing that he was about to fall on his back, someone grabbed his arm from his side and helped him, and his body swayed a few times before barely standing still.

"Thank you, thank you." Yi Hui, who almost fell, turned pale with fright, and the voice of thanks was trembling.

He turned his head to see what the good-hearted passerby who came to rescue looked like. As soon as his eyes touched those eyes, his breathing stopped for a moment, and he even forgot to pull out his arms.

The other party is also not calm.

The moment their eyes met, Zhou Jinheng's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The person he caught also wore a mask, and noticed that his eyes were flickering as if to dodge, Zhou Jinheng's hand subconsciously tightened, and without thinking, he put his other hand on his thin shoulder and forced him to hold him. Hold tight, forcing him to look at himself.

The bright black pupils soaked in water, and the reflection of himself in them, is a scene he has seen many times.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, Zhou Jinheng swallowed dryly, raised the hand on his shoulder, and tried to take off the mask covering the face of the person in front of him.

When it was about to touch, the movement stopped abruptly, as if couldn't wait to touch it, but because was afraid that the hope that had just risen was lost, curled up fingers and returned to the original place.

His eyes did not relax for a second, Zhou Jinheng stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes, his lips moved, and he called out cautiously, "Hui...Huihui?"