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Chapter 36

After Shen Yunman's engagement ended, Zhou Weixia and Ye Xingzhi went to City A.We also set off in the sunny morning, and it was a hot noon when we landed.

Zhou Weixia was afraid of the sun, so he wore a fisherman's hat, which was clean and simple.He and Ye Xingzhi got off the taxi and walked into the alley they had walked through.

Aunt Hui seemed to have seen them from a distance, and waved from the balcony on the second floor.

Her slightly long hair was loosely rolled up and fastened behind her head with a simple black hairpin. She went downstairs quickly and tidied up the small shop, hung up a small signboard saying she was going out on business, and walked over The two said, "I'm back."

It made Zhou Weixia think of the aunt who lived next to his grandmother when he was a child, as if he was about to find a peach from the vegetable basket in his hand in the next second.

He relaxed naturally, smiled shyly at the woman, followed Ye Xingzhi to greet her, "Hello."

Ye Xingzhi put down the luggage in his hand, and bent down to help her lift the two boxes of sundries piled up at the door, "If you have a bad waist, don't move it by yourself. Next time, Uncle Xu who unloads the goods will help to send it to the back."

Ye Hui crossed her hips and watched him busy, "Old Xu is also busy, how can he ask someone to move the goods... You bastard, that box is canned food! Be gentle."

Standing at the door, Zhou Weixia couldn't help laughing softly, revealing a row of neat and beautiful teeth.Ye Hui turned her head away, looked at him with a smile, and gave him a bottle of water from the freezer, "Is that Xiao Zhou? Drink water."

Ye Xingzhi leaned on the shelf and blinked narrowly at Zhou Weixia, then asked again, "Where's mine?"

"Take it yourself." Ye Hui patted him on the back, and beckoned to Zhou Weixia as he walked towards the next stairs, "Xiao Zhou, come up to eat."

Ye Xingzhi pushed the person ahead of him, twisted another towel, hung it around his neck, and lazily climbed up the stairs.

"What to eat? Ah...there are river prawns and braised mountain bamboo shoots." He sat down as he said, and took the chopsticks to pick up the dishes for the two people around him.

Zhou Weixia took a sip, the bamboo shoots were fresh and fragrant, and he praised from the bottom of his heart, "It's delicious."

"Xiaozheng's mother's hometown sent the mountain goods. I knew you were coming back yesterday and I specially went to get them." Ye Hui said with a smile.

"Then let Uncle Zheng cook it for you by the way." Ye Xingzhi mercilessly dismantled her, and poured her another cup of tea.

"Why can't I get rid of my big mouth since I was a child?" Ye Hui tapped the back of his hand with chopsticks, "Xiao Zhou is here, and you don't know how to say something nice."

"I've told you, I've told you." Ye Xingzhi turned his head and looked at the people around him, "I told him that you are good-looking."

Zhou Weixia desperately suppressed a smile, nodded and said, "Yes. He said so."

Ye Hui put a piece of shrimp into Zhou Weixia's bowl, "Don't talk for him, eat more."

She seemed to feel that both of them were a little thin, and she was busy picking up vegetables for a meal, and she went downstairs to continue her work after a simple meal.

"Do you want to go down and help?" Zhou Weixia saw Ye Xingzhi put away the dishes, and pointed downstairs.

"No need." Ye Xingzhi got two glasses of ice water from the refrigerator and pulled him up to the third floor. "It's not too busy in the afternoon, but there must be someone in the store."

The third floor is Ye Xingzhi's bedroom when he was studying, and there is also a storage room that was used as a studio before.

The rest, those paintings that I have never seen before, are all piled up here.

Zhou Weixia leaned against the workbench and watched quietly.

"It's too early in the morning, are you sleepy?" Ye Xingzhi stood behind him and asked.

Zhou Weixia didn't answer his words, just stared at those works, and after a long time, he turned around and kissed him for a long time.

Ye Xingzhi has been here for five years, and the sincerity he has given to the easel alone every lonely night.

"Teacher Zhou, are you taking advantage of me?" Ye Xingzhi laughed dumbly, reached out to wipe his lips, and said with his arms around his waist.

Zhou Weixia held his face and said nothing, just kissed him lightly again.

The afternoon sun shines through the glass, making people comfortable and relaxed.Ye Xingzhi laughed, kissed the person twice before saying, "Go to sleep."

He closed his eyes slightly, touched the tip of Zhou Weixia's nose, and said in a low voice, "I'll check on Grandpa later, and I'll take you there tomorrow."

"it is good."

Ye Xingzhi's room is not big. There are some high school books on the bottom of the bookcase, and some manuscripts and sketching exercises on the top.Zhou Weixia lay down on the not-so-big bed, and suddenly felt sleepy.Ye Xingzhi put away his luggage, went to bed and lay with him for a while before getting up and leaving.

When I woke up again, there was no movement upstairs or downstairs.Zhou Weixia sat blankly for a moment, then called Ye Xingzhi.

Ye Xingzhi said that there was a traffic jam and he would be back later.

It was almost time for dinner, but Zhou Weixia didn't feel hungry.He got up and wandered aimlessly around the room, picking up the manuscripts on the upper shelves and flipping through them.

Some are Ye Xingzhi's sketching exercises, and some are ideas for works written in notes.

The content is more or less familiar, most of which have appeared in Ye Xingzhi's works.He flipped through the bottom ones, and only at the end did he see the manuscript of "Wildfire" that Ye Xingzhi was painting recently.

Only some broken ideas are recorded on paper, probably the real line draft is still completed on canvas.

Among those chaotic images and words, Zhou Weixia saw a line of scrawled words.

"There's a fire in everyone's heart, but people passing by see only the smoke. But there's always someone, there's always someone who sees the fire. And walks over..."

There is a little soot on the side, and I was probably smoking a cigarette when I wrote it.

Zhou Weixia held the paper and stood silently for a while, until Aunt Hui knocked on the door, he put down the stack of drafts as if awakened from a dream, turned and went out.

"Xingzhi is stuck on the road. Do you want to eat something first?" Ye Hui asked him with a smile.

She raised her chin and signaled Zhou Weixia to get the two boxes of dim sum on the table by herself, "The old shop at the corner has delicious puff pastry."

Zhou Weixia squinted his eyes, put his hands together to help her put the shelves in order, and picked up the side dishes to be brought upstairs to see that she had locked them.

Ye Hui turned on a small light at the door, led him up to the second floor, and sat beside a newly installed small tea table on the balcony, eating snacks slowly.

She chatted with Zhou Weixia a lot, they were just talking about Ye Xingzhi's stubborn temper since he was a child, she hardly asked about Zhou Weixia, and finally mentioned, "Xingzhi said, your father is also a painter."

Zhou Weixia smiled, "Yes."

He hesitated for a moment, but still took the initiative, "Has he... talked to you about my family?"

Ye Hui sensed his nervousness, put her hands together, and pushed the dessert plate towards him, "I told you." She looked towards the end of the alley outside the window, her tone was still relaxed and gentle, "I told him too, who is it?" It doesn’t matter if you have children at home, as long as you are nice.”

"Your life doesn't have to be mixed with your parents' life."

She patted Zhou Weixia's hand, stood up and poured out the packed side dishes, "You live your own life, thinking about things that happened more than 20 years ago, why don't you think about how to eat these side dishes tonight."

Ye Hui smiled happily and patted Zhou Weixia's head, and said, "You need two bottles of fried fish, Auntie, go down and get them."

As soon as the words fell, a leisurely male voice came from the door.

"Farewell, just take a bottle of Duiduiwei."

Ye Xingzhi pushed open the door and joked while changing his shoes, "Someone in our family can't drink."

With a paper bag in his hand, he smiled and said to the two people at the table, "Let's have dinner, I bought a few bottles of Calpis."

The author has something to say: There is a quote, "Everyone has a fire in their hearts, but people passing by only see the smoke. But there is always someone, there is always someone who will see the fire. Then walk over..." The specific source is untestable, The Internet shows that it is the content of the letter that Van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo.Calpis is delicious o(*￣▽￣*)ブ