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Chapter 23

Shen Yunman's engagement was arranged at the end of May, and the company's affairs were temporarily handed over to other vice presidents, and he was busy choosing a dress venue every day.Zhou Weixia flew back a few weeks early, and was able to follow up with ideas for the first few days. Later, the exhibition became busy, and he was not very free.

The main curator of the group exhibition is a full-time teacher hired by the museum, and he is arranged to participate in the docking with conference services and the exhibition design of several small theme series.

This afternoon, the exhibits were delivered one after another.Zhou Weixia looked at it all the way, and it was mainly some retro-style realistic oil paintings and digital paintings that have been very popular in recent years.He briefly read it, and then went back to look at the part he was responsible for designing.

There are a few names in the middle, Zhou Weixia, who still has some impressions. Most of them are graduates of B University Art Academy. It is also very convenient to conceive and do interviews.He wrote down a series of names in his work record, and walked slowly into the corridor.

Until an oil painting on canvas.

""The Terrace Cafe"..."

The lower right corner of the oil painting was signed with that strange signature that he had only seen a while ago. Zhou Weixia became interested and thought it was a coincidence. He flipped through the materials of the work he brought and found the information of this painting on the last few pages.

The spotlights in the museum hit his back, making him stare at the name for a long time in the shadow cast by himself.

There was no one around, and all emotions poured out unscrupulously.Zhou Weixia blinked his eyes, his lips trembled a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

He fled back to the workshop on the third floor.

Ye Xingzhi lived in City B for a few days when Shen Zhang called.

Two years ago, when Shen Zhang was diagnosed with a tumor, he went to the hospital more and more frequently, and he was more eager to urge him to come back.Knowing that his son is already in City B this time, his tone was uncharacteristically unhappy, "Do you live in the apartment I bought for you?"

"No." Ye Xingzhi's attitude was very perfunctory, he reluctantly listened to Shen Zhang's old tune, and then hung up.

He asked a friend to find an old apartment near University B. The room was bare with not much furniture.But the advantage is that the space is large and the price is cheap, and the landlord signed the contract for short-term rental with ease.

Ye Xingzhi didn't plan to stay in City B for too long. Fortunately, his teacher also said that he has time to guide him to organize his portfolio recently. If everything goes well, he can start preparing for his solo exhibition in the next few months.

The mobile phone thrown at the door suddenly vibrated. It was a text message from the teacher, saying that he was going to the art museum later, and asked if he had time to follow.

Ye Xingzhi knew that Mr. Su had been looking for opportunities to introduce him to the curators of the major exhibition halls recently, so he called back to thank him, and made an appointment to meet again.

Putting away his mobile phone, he continued his unfinished sketch practice on the balcony, and saw two people leaning together to watch the sunset on the rooftop of a coffee shop not far away.

Ye Xingzhi painted a few times, suddenly felt very boring, put down his pen and lit a cigarette.

His smoking habit was only developed in the past few years. Ye Hui was surprised at first, but maybe she saw something and didn't interfere too much.It’s just that once when I helped him tidy up the studio and cleared out a pile of cigarette boxes, I casually reminded him once, “Don’t rely on these things that treat the symptoms but not the root cause.”

After Ye Xingzhi finished smoking the cigarettes that were treating the symptoms but not the root cause, he blew on the evening breeze for a while, and went downstairs to the coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee.

Lieber has been refurbished, the interior decoration has changed a bit, and the products produced have also changed a lot.Ye Xingzhi asked for a cup of latte, paused before leaving with the paper bag, and asked if there was any lemon mousse.

The waiter was not a familiar face before. He looked at him suspiciously and said that there was no such cake in the store.

Ye Xingzhi was startled, didn't say anything more, and left with his coffee.

Later, Ye Xingzhi went to the art museum with his teacher. There was a creative workshop transformed from an old factory near the parking lot across the road. Teacher Su probably made an appointment with someone early in the morning. The people at the gate of the square exchanged warm greetings.

"I've seen your student's painting. It's very interesting. Post-Impressionism from the perspective of young people." After chatting for a while, the other party flipped through the sketch brought by Ye Xingzhi and said with a smile, "They contacted you for a concept interview. Yet?"

Ye Xingzhi replied politely, "Not yet."

"Really? No way." The other party took out his mobile phone and glanced at the date. "The conception and interview of the work should be sorted out in the past two days." He said and pulled out a phone number. "This is the assistant in charge of this part." The phone number is Zhou, you can contact him later to see how to arrange it."

"Okay, thank you." Ye Xingzhi remembered the phone number, got up and followed to the parking lot.The vicinity of the art museum was not busy, and there were not many cars in the parking lot. His teacher and others were walking in front of him chatting. He lowered his head slightly, and was two steps behind, not noticing that a person was also walking across.

He didn't look up until the curator greeted him familiarly.

Zhou Weixia still likes to wear very plain shirts as before.He became a little taller again, and he looked calmer and gentler. Standing under the street lamp, he chatted and laughed happily with people.

His smile was still the same as before, nothing seemed to have changed.

"Xiaoye." Teacher Su turned to call someone.Zhou Weixia froze when he heard the sound, as if he had some inexplicable premonition, he slowly turned sideways and met Ye Xingzhi's gaze.

Ye Xingzhi stared straight at him without turning his eyes.

Zhou Weixia even forgot what he had just said, and stopped in place with his lips parted slightly.But the teacher who curated the exhibition was still introducing, "Just in time, Xiao Zhou came over to get acquainted. In the past two days, I took the time to do the conception interview."

Teacher Su smiled, and interjected, "They knew each other before. My student was first introduced to the studio by Xiao Zhou."

"Really? What a coincidence."

Zhou Weixia smiled bluntly, unable to deny it, "Yeah."

"What a coincidence." Ye Xingzhi walked over and said calmly, as if he was really an old friend who had been with him for many years.He stretched out a hand, with a polite posture, "I didn't expect you to have returned home."

The slender and clean hand stopped in front of him, and Zhou Weixia had to quickly shake it against the probing gazes of the two people next to him.Ye Xingzhi's palms were very hot, and in just a few seconds, he also sweated on his back.

"It's still early." Teacher Su looked at the phone and said, "Is there something wrong with Xiao Zhou? Why don't you take my car and go to the studio to have a cup of tea and talk about the work by the way."

Zhou Weixia withdrew his hand avoiding it in time, and declined politely, "No, no need, I have something to do later, thank you, Uncle Su."

"Are you in a hurry?" Ye Xingzhi said suddenly, his voice couldn't hear any special emotion, but he insisted, "Just half an hour, talk nearby."

He wasn't looking at Zhou Weixia, he was also talking to the two teachers next to him, as if he was sure that no one would blatantly disgrace his elders.

"Alright. You young people, let's chat." The curator teacher patted Zhou Weixia on the shoulder, explained a few words about tomorrow's work, and then drove away with Teacher Su.

Zhou Weixia's mind was in a mess, and before he could make up a decent excuse, there were only the two of them left around.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down, "Sorry, I still have something to do. Another staff member will contact you tomorrow about the conception of the work." Zhou Weixia took out the car key and pressed it while talking. A car in the distance turned on its lights twice.He tried not to look at the person in front of him, and walked past him with his head down.

Ye Xingzhi didn't stop him.He glanced at the cell phone number he saved just now, copied it to the contact information that he had put on top before, and said in a chatty tone, "So you changed the number."

He turned around, controlled his emotions, and calmly asked that figure from behind, "Zhou Weixia, have you been busy these past few years?"

"More than 700 days, and you can't even give me half an hour?"