Across the palm, the body that was being held down shook violently.

Zhou Jinheng held his breath. He didn't dare to miss a slight reaction from the other party. His heart that had been silent for a long time began to beat happily. He took a half step forward and made the final confirmation with a dry and hoarse voice: "Huihui, is that you?"

The person he held down seemed to be stunned. After a long while, he blinked a few times. With the fluttering of his eyelashes, most of the panic in his eyes dissipated, as if the panic just now didn't exist at all, and Zhou Jinheng misread it.

He shook his head, then shook his head again, and then stepped back with his shoulders bent, trying to free himself from Zhou Jinheng's shackles.

This reaction made Zhou Jinheng's heart that had just burst into flames instantly extinguished.

He didn't give up, raised his hand again, and recklessly tried to pull the mask on the man's face. He didn't expect that the man who had been silent all the time suddenly resisted violently, twisting his body and struggling desperately, but the difference in strength was too great, so he only took out a arm.

He immediately raised his hand to cover his face, pressed his palm on the mask, and resisted Zhou Jinheng's touch with a gesture that could not be refused: "I...I'm not."

The voice became dull through the mask, and Zhou Jinheng didn't have time to listen carefully, his attention was all drawn to the raised hand.

It was the right hand used by the painter, the back of the hand was clean and the fingers were slender, and there was no trace of being scalded.

In the quiet atmosphere of the exhibition, a small episode that did not attract many people's attention ended quietly.

Yang Chengxuan recalled the scene just now, but he still couldn't understand what kind of madness Zhou Jinheng had made, and he was a little impatient with his recent abnormal behavior: "It was you who promised to watch the exhibition well, and it was you who came here to go crazy, what happened to you? , don't you die, you used to wish him..."

Fang Youqing on the side responded quickly, touched Yang Chengxuan, and motioned him to stop talking with his eyes.

"I didn't think about it carefully. In this situation, I asked you to come to the exhibition. I thought it would make you feel better." Fang Youqing said to Zhou Jinheng, "Why don't you two go back first, there are a few paintings here that will be put on the market. The museum has been exhibiting for a long time, and it will be the same when you see it again.”

After walking out of the stadium and getting into the car, Yang Chengxuan started the car and made a phone call. He learned that the friend he mentioned earlier had also left the venue early for some reason.

Halfway through the car, the irritability was blown away by the cold wind, and he spoke to Zhou Jinheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot: "Crazy young master, shall we go to the bar next, go to the bar or go to the bar?"

Zhou Jinheng didn't say a word since he typed it out, but when he came back to his senses, he only replied lightly: "Airport."

Yang Chengxuan couldn't believe it: "Go back to City S again?"

Zhou Jinheng gave a "hmm".

At the red light, Yang Chengxuan turned around and looked at Zhou Jinheng, puzzled: "Wait a minute, what's going on? I saw that you were working, eating and sleeping normally, and I thought everything was back on track, but who knew that if you didn't sound it, it would have been a blockbuster. If you catch one on the road, you have to take it home... No, who told me before that when you become financially independent, you should immediately terminate the marriage contract and never have contact with that fool? His death is not your responsibility, otherwise it is your family's responsibility. If you have the ability to reach the sky, you have to go in and walk around, and now I really don't understand what you are like, did you run into something dirty, or was your head lowered?"

Zhou Jinheng lifted his eyelids: "No."

After talking for a long time, there was a two-word response, and anger rose up, Yang Chengxuan was dizzy with anger: "Yes, don't go to the airport, I'll take you to the temple to burn incense sticks to exorcise evil spirits."

After getting angry for a while, Yang Chengxuan turned his head to see Zhou Jinheng still sitting there silently. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that day he said on the phone that he was thinking of that fool. It was the first time he had seen Zhou Jinheng beside him since they met. Vulnerable in front of you. And in the exhibition hall just now, Zhou Jinheng's bright eyes when he pulled the man and refused to let go, has now turned into a pool of stagnant water, with no life.

A bad premonition rose in Yang Chengxuan's heart: "You won't...really?"

In the same way, he also asked Zhou Jinheng four years ago. At that time, Zhou Jinheng was playing with the paintbrush in his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "If he comes for real, I will come for real."

But now, all those high-spirited, self-confident and self-confident people are missing from him.

Looking at a point in the void, Zhou Jinheng calmly answered the question that had expired: "His death is my responsibility."

The crew gave two weeks off, and Zhou Jinheng didn't return home until the last day.

I went back to the Zhou family's mansion in the bustling area of ​​downtown S. Because hadn't been back for a long time, couldn't remember the road very clearly. drove into the yard in a roundabout way. When pushed the door in, the family was already sitting around the table and preparing Dine.

"Brother, sit with me here!"

When her sister Zhou Jinyue saw him, she stretched her neck and waved to him. If Zhou Huarong was not there, she might have stood up and rushed to the door to greet him.

Zhou Huarong cleared his throat calmly, and said, "Do you still know how to come back?"

Zhou Jinheng slowly changed his shoes, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, walked into the restaurant with a face that was still scarred, sat down beside Zhou Jinyue, and took a bowl to eat without saying a word.

The more he behaved in his own way, the more Zhou Huarong felt disobedient. He slapped his chopsticks on the table and scolded, "What is your attitude? Treat your home as a hotel, and come when you want to leave?"

Zhou Jinheng filled Zhou Jinyue with a bowl of soup, and after telling his sister to drink the soup to warm her stomach first, she replied indifferently, "You told me to come back."

Zhou Huarong snorted: "If I don't call you back, the stupid things you've done outside will almost lose my face."

What followed was just some old-fashioned remarks, "I will arrange a position for you in the company and don't have to go out and show your face", "You can't make a few money all year round and you hurt yourself all over"... At first, it was okay to scold and persuade You're polite, Zhou Jinheng didn't feel relieved when his left ear went in and his right ear came out. Later, he mentioned Yi Hui for some reason, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

"I originally thought that I would wait until you are twenty-two years old, and then go get the certificate. Then there will be a beautiful wedding in S City. Unfortunately, Xiaohui is a poor child."

Zhou Huarong said with a sigh, with a sad expression on his face. If someone who didn't know it looked at him, he would have thought that he was really pity for this untimely good fate.

Zhou Jinheng was used to his superficial skills, so he just wanted to sneer: "It's not impossible to have a wedding and tell the world now."

Zhou Hua Rong raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes: "Nonsense!"

"Didn't you mention the ghost marriage?" Zhou Jinheng continued to contradict, "I asked someone to ask, there is really a special organization to hold this kind of wedding, and the price is not expensive."

Zhou Huarong slammed down the table: "Bastard, full of nonsense! How can the living and the dead get married? Besides, you and him haven't been notarized yet, so at best you can cancel the marriage contract. Divorce, widowhood, they're all bullshit!"

The sound of discussions from the outside world would always reach his ears, even Zhou Jinheng had listened to it a lot, but he didn't care and didn't want to listen.

After a while, Zhou Huarong calmed down and realized that he had lost his temper just now, so he took the initiative to lower his posture and said, "Dad knows that you are talking in anger, and I wronged you by letting you stay with Yi Hui back then."

Zhou Jinheng didn't seem to be listening, he drank the soup to eat by himself.

The whole family was sitting at the table, and the lack of a response made Zhou Huarong a little embarrassed, but this time he called Zhou Jinheng back to have something to say, or he kept his temper and said as calmly as possible: "Now the engagement is automatically terminated, outside Not many people know about it, and no one will mention it after a while... let it pass."

Zhou Jinheng still ignored him, his eyes drooping, no one knew what he was thinking.

Seeing that he didn't have a particularly violent reaction, Zhou Huarong continued: "My family is working with Tan's company recently. They have a young son who is about your age and just came back from studying abroad."

This is not the first time Zhou Huarong has done this kind of thing. He believes that the foreshadowing is good, and even if Zhou Jinheng is resistant at first, he will not fight arrogantly to the end. After all, he had a bargaining chip in his hands. Didn't he obediently accept the marriage with the Yi family?

Speaking of this, Zhou Huarong felt more confident: "I've seen that kid, he looks good, he's smart, he's different from Yi Hui..."

Before he could finish speaking, he only heard a loud clanging sound. Zhou Jinheng swept the tableware in front of him to the ground, and the sharp sound of the broken dishes pierced his eardrums for a while.

There was no time for anyone to react, Zhou Jinheng stood up, clasped the edge of the table with both hands, raised his arms, and made a motion to lift the table. It was sprinkled on the table, and if Zhou Huarong hadn't hid quickly, he would have been drenched all over his body.

This move was beyond everyone's expectations, Zhou Jinyue screamed to dodge, and Zhou Huarong on the opposite side was shocked and angry, and she couldn't say anything: "What are you, why are you crazy?"

Zhou Jinheng's face remained calm, only by careful observation could he find that his teeth were clenched tightly, the muscles of the forearm holding the table were tense, and the blue veins were bulging, it seemed that he had exerted a lot of strength, just a little lift, this hundred The ten-pound marble table top was about to topple over.

Concerned about the presence of his younger sister, Zhou Jinheng finally suppressed the sudden burst of anger.

"It's Yi Hui who's different from them." He moved his stiff cheeks, his upper and lower teeth creaked because he was biting too hard, "No one can replace him."

A meal was a mess.

Zhou Huarong was furious, looking for guys everywhere and threatening to break the family law, Zhou Jinheng was afraid that he would lose control again if he stayed, so he turned his head and walked out.

Zhou Jinyue, who had calmed down, chased after him and pulled Zhou Jinheng's arm to persuade him to go back: "Brother, your hand is still bleeding, go and bandage it first."

After her reminder, Zhou Jinheng looked down, only to find that there was a nearly two-inch-long hole on the side of his left hand at some point, and the blood that kept coming out dripped down his fingers and dripped to the ground, probably when he was crazy just now. Fragmented tiles.

He stared at it for a moment, then raised his hand and smeared the other sleeve casually: "It's alright, you can go in."

Zhou Jinyue was still a little girl in her teens. The movement from just now to now made her eyes turn red with fright: "Brother, what's the matter with you, you were like this when I came back..."

Zhou Jinheng smiled bitterly, more than one person asked this, he also wanted to know what happened to him.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't come back." He still wanted to comfort his younger sister, "I still have a job, you can go in first, I haven't been home for a while, and my mother's room will be handed over to me. You pack up."

Zhou Jinyue nodded, sniffed and said, "I know, I know that my brother doesn't have feelings for that fool at all, but he's already dead, you're still alive, life must go on, and mother doesn't want to see you like this in the sky, you fight Get up and stop worrying about us."

Unexpectedly, he would one day be comforted by his sister in such a clumsy way. While Zhou Jinheng felt it was absurd and ridiculous, there was an overwhelming sadness in his heart.

If it wasn't for his contempt and practice, how could Yi Hui's sense of existence be so weak and insignificant that he lost his life for himself, and only got a few painless sighs from others.

He has lived so hard and lived so vividly, and now he has even occupied all his mind, making him so stubborn and crazy that he can't feel the pain in his body.

He knows better than anyone that the attitude of others depends on his attitude. As long as he treats Yi Hui a little bit better, even if he just serves him a bowl of soup at the dining table, no one dares to ignore him like that. .

In the final analysis, it was all his fault. He pushed Yi Hui into hell with his own hands, and then stood on the sidelines and ignored him.

Before leaving, Zhou Jinheng did not forget to correct his sister's address to Yi Hui: "He is not stupid, don't call him a 'fool' in the future."

Zhou Jinyue didn't understand: "What's that called?"

This question stumped Zhou Jinheng himself. But only for a moment, his tense face relaxed, showing the only soft expression these days: "My sister-in-law. I am your brother, and he is your sister-in-law."

Zhou Jinheng didn't know whether what he did was equal to atonement, he only knew that he wanted to do it, and he wanted to give Yi Hui a name, a name that he could publicize openly.

He changed Yi Hui's phone number on his phone from "grey" to "wife", and he thought the default sorting was lower, so Xue Yihui added an "a" in front. This title, which he had been ashamed to say for the past three years, could now be put on his lips without any hindrance, and put it on the bright side.

Zhou Jinheng thinks this is good, others think he is a lunatic, he knows how serious he is, that's enough.

On the day he returned to the crew, sitting in the waiting room, he flipped through Yi Hui's circle of friends again. In the past, they rarely contacted, and even if they did, they used phone calls or text messages. Zhou Jinheng only remembered that Yi Hui still had such a WeChat account in the past few days.

Probably regarded the circle of friends as his private space, and Yi Hui sent everything in it.

"I made a big cake for my husband to come back for his birthday!"

"My husband is going home tomorrow. I'm going to the supermarket to buy something in the afternoon!"

"Husband kissed someone on TV again today. Huihui is so sad..."

"I played games with my husband last night and can't get out of bed today [crying]"

"But I still like playing games with my husband..."

And so on, the first time I watched it, Zhou Jinheng reacted for a long time before realizing that when he said "playing games", he meant making love.

After reading them one by one, Zhou Jinheng closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

Yi Hui left so many things for him, but he was still afraid that he would not worry about it, and it would be gone in the future.

Picking up the phone again, the interface jumps back to the homepage of the circle of friends. The latest news comes from Yang Chengxuan.

Remembering that he hadn't been in contact for several days after the last unhappy breakup, Zhou Jinheng planned to take this to say hello to him, and by the way, tell him the cause and effect of the matter and his thoughts, so that he would stop making his own decisions to draw red lines between himself and Fang Youqing.

When sliding down, his finger accidentally touched one of the pictures, which was one of the many pictures posted by Yang Chengxuan. When zooming in on the screen, Zhou Jinheng glanced at it, and with just one glance, the whole person was locked there and couldn't move.

During the injury holiday, he hardly went out. He flipped through the paintings that Yi Hui left at home, looked at them, and even framed a few of them by himself. Therefore, he was familiar with Yi Hui's brushwork and style of painting at a glance. can be identified.

What's more, it's my own painting.

Zhou Jinheng didn't know how he made the call, but when he got the information about the author of the painting and learned that this painting was one of the works that won the gold prize in the theme painting competition called "Dawnbreak", It was hung for less than an hour at the recent exhibition at the Capital Art Museum, but in the end, because the author was unwilling to exhibit it, the author took it back in person after paying a penalty.

Touching the painting across the screen, the first thought that popped up in Zhou Jinheng's mind was to slap himself and ask himself if he was blind at the time. He didn't even see such a large painting on the wall.

What followed was uncontrollable, almost frantic excitement.

He kept replaying the scene of the day of the art exhibition in his mind, those little movements that he was very familiar with, those eyes that he had seen many times. Zhou Jinheng was surrounded by surging ecstasy. He never knew that the impact of what was lost and found was greater and stronger than that of dead and resurrected, as if it were destroyed.

He shuddered at the desperate situation, and the hope and confidence that had been lost for a long time came back to him.

I knew it was right, I knew it must be him.

The author has something to say: Please pay attention, your husband Xiaozhou is approaching you... There will be no change tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, although it will be a little slower but it is very long!