Zhu Helin went to Suzhou to stay in the empty room alone. On the other end of the company, Lu Weizhen got off work as if nothing had happened.

At the end of June, the sun was still there in the evening, and the thin golden light covered the earth. Lu Weizhen changed his clothes and was about to rush to the subway station when he heard someone shouting, "Lu Weizhen."

Lu Weizhen was stunned and looked up. Chen Xiansong was wearing sunglasses, standing by the roadside, with his hands in his pockets.

Lu Weizhen: "Why are you here?"

Chen Xiansong did not answer and said, "I'm driving here, let's go."

He walked ahead, Lu Weizhen followed one meter away, and the man was a little confused. He followed him to the nearby parking lot and got in the car.

His expression was calm and he slowly drove the car out of the parking lot.

"Are you going to your house?" Lu Weizhen asked.

"Yeah." He replied, "Jingbian has bought some vegetables and is waiting for you to cook."

Lu Weizhen couldn't help laughing, but repeated the question just now: "Why did you come?"

After his sunglasses, his eyes couldn't see clearly, and his tone was ordinary: "I won't wait for the girl to come over by herself every time."

Lu Weizhen was stunned for a moment, lowered her head, and gently rubbed her fingers.

I didn't expect him to say such things, but it seemed as if he should be able to speak so well.

There was just chatting on the road, and she talked about working during the day, which was boring. Today, he took several masters to work and sold another set of furniture. Lu Weizhen said enviously: "Did you make a lot of money?"

Chen Xiansong replied: "It's not considered a wealthy person. However, as long as I live a life that is not too exaggerated, I should be able to afford it."

Lu Weizhen: "Oh..."

When he arrived at the store, Lin Jing looked at the two of them coming in side by side, looking like they were about to smile. Lu Weizhen was shy and didn't turn his face. Seeing this, Chen Xiansong gave Lin Jingbian a look, and the latter immediately lowered his head.

Chen Xiansong said to Lu Weizhen: "If you need it, let him take action."

Lu Weizhen: "No."

Chen Xiansong nodded: "Go."

Lu Weizhen walked into the kitchen obediently. Today, the monster catcher came to the company to pick her up. She still felt that she was stepping on a ball of soft cotton under her feet and couldn't find the ground. She tried hard to calm down and concentrate on cooking.

Chen Xiansong went to the backyard to check out the workmanship situation today. He originally had to do carpentry for another two hours after dinner every day, meditate, practice hands, disguise, and make money.

But he has not been able to work for several nights in a row. He cannot do it today.

Chen Xiansong stood in the yard and looked back. Through the kitchen window, he could see the girl wearing an apron and holding a spatula. Her face was red and her eyes were wide open. She looked very serious and capable. Chen Xiansong looked at her for a long time, then looked up again, looking at the gray-blue sky on the square yard, and slowly laughed.

The meal was still full of fun. Because I saw Lu Weizhen's craftsmanship yesterday, before going to buy vegetables today, Lin Jingbian ordered two of his favorite dishes: braised chicken wings, sour and spicy chicken mixed, and wanted to order them again. Chen Xiansong said, "Fried peppers with meat, braised pork trotters." Lin Jingbian had to write it down and gave up the beer duck and big plate chicken in his heart. In the afternoon, he went to the supermarket to buy the vegetables in advance. So when Lu Weizhen came, he saw that the ingredients were all meat and the corners of his mouth were twitching.

So today everyone is eating even more than yesterday.

As soon as he finished eating, Lin Jingbian consciously silenced his voice, cleaned up the dishes, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Only two people were sitting opposite each other.

Lu Weizhen actually wanted to go out for a walk and eat, but when she remembered the loquat affair last night, she couldn't speak anyway. Chen Xiansong seemed a little distracted, stared at the table for a while, and asked, "Do you drink tea?"

"Hmm? Oh, drink."

"Let's go."

Don't you drink in the yard? Lu Weizhen followed Chen Xiansong to his bedroom and remembered that there was a serious tea table inside. Thinking of the price tag in his store, the tea table was probably made of money. After being distracted, the person had already walked in with him.

His bedroom is actually a suite, and the bed is inside, so you can't see it even when standing at the door. In the space next to the door, there is only a tea table, a few chairs and a couch, which is very far apart, so there is no embarrassment of entering other people's bedrooms.

Chen Xiansong said, "Sit for a while, I'll go boil water." He carried a copper pot and went out to collect the water. Lu Weizhen sat for a while, stood up, and wandered around the room.

When Chen Xiansong came in, he saw [New    www.xbiquge.biz] she stopped and looked at a painting on the wall. He boiled the water, prepared the tea set, and walked behind her.

Lu Weizhen asked: "What is this painting?"

"The fog on Mount Yuntai."

Lu Weizhen stared at the confusing scene. When she looked at it, it was indeed like layers of flowing light and fog, but she felt a faint feeling of demonic energy. She suddenly realized: "It wasn't you who drew it?"

Chen Xiansong smiled: "Isn't it possible?"

Lu Weizhen widened her eyes: "I can't tell that you have such talent!"

"When you're fine, just draw two strokes."

“Have you learned it specifically?”

"No, draw it yourself."

Lu Weizhen stuck out her tongue and drew it casually, and she did so well. She didn't know how to evaluate it. Anyway, it was very artistic, high-end and ethereal.

But she didn't know that when Chen Xiansong was still very young, he had heavy and hard training every day, and his father never allowed him to play with children of the same age. His father said: "You have lost your ambition to play with things, and you don't have that time. As a monster catcher, don't hang out with ordinary children, causing them or yourself."

At a young age, he was driven away by his father, facing monsters of all sizes, watching them cruel and bloody, and seeing their magic power soaring into the sky. If he didn't dare, if he cried, his father would press his head and not allow him to close his eyes. Then he watched his father take a sword and the monsters were covered in blood and were wiped out.

No matter how brave a boy is, he will be frightened and will have nightmares all night long. However, no one is accompanying him, no one is comforting him, and no one is blindfolded, so he will not see the endless blood of the dream. His father thought that he did not need it, no, and he would not allow his mother to intervene.

Year by year, he still trained hard every day according to his father's requirements, and began to step into the sea of ​​blood of the demon's body and began to subdue demons and eliminate demons. However, there were always complex emotions in his heart, which made the boy at that time breathless. He always had the impulse to break through and throw away whatever he wanted.

On an occasional opportunity, he picked up his brush, scribbled and drew a few pieces of paper, and finally felt that the things that had been suppressed for a long time had finally vented part of it, and his heart felt relaxed. When his father saw it, he ignored it. Later, he often painted and his heart slowly calmed down.

So I have been painting for more than ten years. I have painted monsters, monsters, mountains, water, and hearts.

But I heard the girl muttering to herself: "It feels a bit sad and depressing..."
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