like love

Chapter 11

Gu Jinshu smiled, then turned to look at the boy sitting in the store.Ye Xingzhi still sat there, holding his glass with his head down, and didn't get up to go upstairs.

But it seems that he has no intention of leaving.

A little water stain from the ice cubes in the cup melted made the palms of his hands wet. Ye Xingzhi curled up his palms, picked up a paper towel and wiped it slowly.

Zhou Weixia came down from upstairs, said hello to the familiar waitress, and suddenly bumped into Ye Xingzhi's face in a daze.

His pupils constricted suddenly, Ye Xingzhi could see clearly.But Zhou Weixia didn't say anything, just nodded to him a little, then went to the bar and ordered a snack as usual.

The thin figure stood quietly in front of the wooden bar, and did not turn around until the waitress handed over the plate.

Probably because he felt that he had fulfilled his duty of courtesy just now, Zhou Weixia planned to pass through the bookshelf behind him right now.As soon as the pleasant clean smell brushed over his body, Ye Xingzhi said a little unbearably, "Zhou Weixia."

Both of them seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and after saying it, they fell silent at the same time.Holding the dinner plate, Zhou Weixia whispered 'um' across a shelf of books from him.

Ye Xingzhi usually does everything calmly, and when he was so cramped, he stood up, made room for him, and said, "...shall we sit together?"

Zhou Weixia stood there hesitating, but the number of people in the store had gradually increased, and the waiter also glanced over here.He lowered his head, walked around the bookshelf, and sat on the sofa next to Ye Xingzhi.

The person really sat down, but Ye Xingzhi didn't know what to say.After hesitating for a long time, he just greeted him calmly, "Is your illness better?"

"Okay." Zhou Weixia's voice was still hoarse, he picked up a fork and ate a small piece of snack, and replied, "Tomorrow I will go to the group meeting as usual, so I won't delay other people's practice progress..."

"No." Ye Xingzhi interrupted him helplessly, "I just asked you if you feel better... I said I didn't feel well so I didn't have to come here, and it's not your fault for delaying the progress."

Ye Xingzhi explained in a hurry, as if he was worried about being misunderstood by Zhou Weixia.

Zhou Weixia was silent for a moment, put the fork back into the plate, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Isn't it my fault?"

His words were very light, and he didn't seem to be asking Ye Xingzhi, but more like talking to himself.But Ye Xingzhi was blocked by these words and couldn't say anything, but Zhou Weixia looked up at him again, there was a gloomy light reflected by the floor-to-ceiling windows in his eyes.

Ye Xingzhi understood that Zhou Weixia was asking something else, and the question made him fall into helpless struggle again.

In fact, Zhou Weixia has been like this since childhood.He has always been the most sensible one among the group of children, trying his best to make himself more obedient and obedient. It seems that he has the courage to timidly hold the corner of the person's clothes and ask at a loss:

It's not my fault, why don't you love me?

Ye Xingzhi couldn't explain it directly to him.This is a predicament created by himself, and the responsibility should not be shifted lightly to the relationship between Zhou Weixia and Shen Yunman.He slowly finished the glass of iced latte in his hand, and said word by word, "I didn't make it clear before."

He raised his head, no longer deliberately avoiding his eyes, and tried his best to explain, "My family's situation is very complicated... I won't be at school often since this summer vacation." Ye Xingzhi racked his brains to make his reasons more believable. , "I will go back after graduation, so..."

It was obviously a cliche excuse, but Zhou Weixia still listened patiently, with the appearance of trusting him without reservation.The boy reached for the fork, gently cut off a small piece of cake, fiddled with it twice on the clean plate, and probably guessed what Ye Xingzhi had left to say.

Without embarrassing Ye Xingzhi, he pursed his lips and said, "I see."

The person sitting across from him was slightly taken aback, the cup in his hand was not firmly held, and a few drops of coffee spilled out.Zhou Weixia took two tissues and handed them to him, and added, "...it's okay."

Ye Xingzhi paused for wiping the coffee stains, and lowered his head without looking up at him.

Zhou Weixia put down the fork, and with such a light touch, half of the unfinished cake collapsed softly.He stood up and said, "Senior, I'm going home first."

Ye Xingzhi remembered that he used to be extremely gentle in his movements, but now he is very agile.Zhou Weixia picked up the plate and sent it back to the bar, said goodbye to the waiter with a smile, and then opened the door step by step out of Ye Xingzhi's sight.

Zhou Weixia began to participate in all the activities of the debate team normally the next day. The two talked very little, and they were deliberately avoiding each other, but insisted on a posture of getting along naturally.

The pre-finals are on the weekend, and the instructor announced in the WeChat group at noon that they can rest on Saturday afternoon.At this moment, Ye Xingzhi was in the studio, he put his brush aside, saw "received" one by one in the WeChat group, and silently followed Zhou Weixia at the end to reply one by one.

There is no need to go back to school, but I feel a little unexplainable loss.Taking off his apron, Ye Xingzhi went to the small convenience store at the door and bought a sandwich. While eating, he turned on his mobile phone to check the information of the exhibition hall.

There is an exhibition hall in the city that is opening a joint special exhibition of Impressionist collections, and it will end soon.After eating the sandwich, he talked to the studio teacher and rushed to the nearest bus to see it.

At noon on Saturday, there were not too many people in the exhibition hall, and there was only a slight movement in the room.Ye Xingzhi looked at the exhibits one by one in the order of installation, and heard a very familiar voice on the partition wall at the corner.

"Morisot modeled for Manet for six years." Zhou Weixia stood in front of "Promenade" and "Woman on the Terrace", explaining in a low voice to a man, "But since she married Manet's brother, Manet never painted her again."

"Really?" The man wore glasses and smiled at Zhou Weixia politely, "It sounds like a story like Brahms' "Sad Secret Love."

Zhou Weixia looked back at the two paintings, "Well, when Morisot met Manet, he was already married." Then he turned his head to look at the two paintings, "A hopeless and fruitless love."

After he finished speaking, he stopped for a moment and did not speak again.

The weather was already quite hot, Zhou Weixia was wearing a very plain cotton shirt, standing between the dark wall separated by two paintings, staring at the paintings with a bit of reverence, his back was also like a special exhibit.

Ye Xingzhi suddenly realized the feeling of wanting to keep something private.

But he could only stand where he was, watching the man next to Zhou Weixia smile, and reaching out to touch the soft hair, "So emotional?"

Zhou Weixia didn't resist the other party's actions, but just smiled a little bit covertly, "Just say what you want." He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and found that it was almost time to make an appointment with Shen Yunman for dinner, so he reminded, "Brother Guan, we Do we have to go?"

Guan Yichu nodded, put his hand on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, don't make your sister wait."

Ye Xingzhi had already walked over from behind the corner, staring fixedly at the person who was about to walk out of the exhibition hall, and blurted out, "Zhou Weixia."

The author says:

Manet's "Promenade" Morisot "The Woman on the Terrace" Brahms "Violin Sonata No. [-] in G Major - Sad Secret Love"