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

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

Lu Weizhen was stunned for a moment, looked up, Chen Xiansong was wearing sunglasses, standing on the side of the road, his hands in his trouser pockets.

Lu Weizhen: "Why are you here?"

Chen Xiansong didn't answer, and said, "I'm here by car, let's go." ”

He walked ahead, Lu Weizhen followed from a distance of one meter, and the person was still a little dazed, followed him to the nearby parking lot and got into 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.

"Hmm. He replied, "Jingbian has already bought the food, waiting for you to cook." ”

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

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

Lu Weizhen was stunned, lowered his head, and gently rubbed his fingers.

I didn't expect him to say such a thing, but it seemed like he was supposed to be so good at talking.

On the way, it was just small talk, and she talked about her work during the day, which was boring. Today, he took a few masters to work and sold another set of furniture. Lu Weizhen said enviously: "Earn a lot, right?"

Chen Xiansong replied: "It's not a big deal. However, as long as the life is not too exaggerated, I should be able to afford it. ”

Lu Weizhen: "Oh......"

When she arrived at the store, Lin Jing watched the two come in side by side, looking like she wanted to smile or not. Lu Weizhen is really shy, don't turn your face. Seeing this, Chen Xiansong gave Lin Jingbian a look, and the latter immediately bowed his head.

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

Lu Weizhen: "No. ”

Chen Xiansong nodded: "Go ahead." ”

Lu Weizhen obediently walked into the kitchen, today the demon hunter came to the company to pick her up, she still feels as if she is stepping on a ball of gentle cotton under her feet, and she can't find the ground. She tried to settle her mind and concentrate on cooking.

Chen Xiansong went to the backyard to see today's workmanship. Originally, every day after dinner, he would work carpentry for another two hours, meditating, practicing, disguising, and earning money by the way.

But he hadn't been able to work for several nights in a row. Not today.

Chen Xiansong stood in the courtyard and looked back, through the kitchen window, he could see that the girl was wearing an apron, carrying a spatula, her face was red, her eyes were wide open, and she looked very serious and capable. Chen Xiansong looked at it for a while, then raised his head, looked at the square courtyard, the gray-blue sky, and smiled slowly.

The meal was still enjoyed by both the guests and the hosts. Because he saw Lu Weizhen's craftsmanship yesterday, before going to buy vegetables today, Lin Jing was busy ordering two of his favorite dishes: braised chicken wings, hot and sour chicken offal, and wanted to order it again, Chen Xiansong said: "Stir-fried meat with chili peppers, braised pork trotters." Lin Jingbian had no choice but to write it down and give up the beer duck and the big plate chicken in his heart. In the afternoon, he went to the supermarket to buy the vegetables in advance. So Lu Weizhen came to take a look, the ingredients were all meat, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

So everyone eats more today than yesterday.

As soon as she finished eating, Lin Jingbian automatically consciously silenced the sound, cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Only the two of them sat opposite each other.

Lu Weizhen actually wanted to go out for a walk and eat less, but remembering the loquat adultery last night, he couldn't open his mouth anyway. Chen Xiansong also seemed to be a little distracted, and after staring at the desktop for a long time, he asked, "Do you want tea?"

"Uh-huh, drink. ”

"Let's go. ”

Don't you drink in the courtyard? Lu Weizhen followed Chen Xiansong and walked to his bedroom, only to remember that there was a serious tea table inside. Thinking of the price in his shop, the tea table is also made of banknotes. As soon as he wandered away, the man had already walked in with him.

His bedroom was actually an ensuite, with the bed in it, and he couldn't see it from the doorway. In the space next to the door, there are only tea tables, a few chairs and a couch, which are far away, but there is no embarrassment of entering other people's bedrooms.

Chen Xiansong said: "Sit down for a while, I'll go boil water." He took a copper kettle and went out to get water. Lu Weizhen sat for a while, stood up, and walked around the room.

When Chen Xiansong came in, he saw her stop and look 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 Yuntai Mountain. ”

Lu Weizhen stared at the confusing picture, looking at it like this, it was indeed like layers of flowing light and fog, but there was a faint feeling of demonic energy. She suddenly reacted: "You can't draw it, right?"

Chen Xiansong smiled: "Can't you?"

Lu Weizhen's eyes widened: "I can't see that you still have such talent!"

"When you're fine, just draw a few strokes. ”

"Have you studied it specifically?"

"No, draw your own. ”

Lu Weizhen stuck out his tongue and painted casually by himself, painting so well. She doesn't know how to evaluate it, anyway, it's very artistic, very high-end, and very ethereal.

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. The father said, "Plaything is dead, you don't have that time." As a demon hunter, don't mess around with ordinary children and get into trouble for them, as well as for yourself. ”

At a young age, he was driven by his father to face monsters of all sizes, to see them cruel and bloody, and to see their magic soaring to the sky. If he didn't dare, if he wept, his father would hold his head and wouldn't let him close his eyes. Then he watched his father go down with a sword, and the monster's corpse was full of blood and ashes.

No matter how bold a boy is, he will tremble with fear and have nightmares all night. But no one accompanied, no one comforted, no one blindfolded him, so that he should not look at the endless blood of that dream. The father thought that he did not need to, could not, and did not allow his mother to interfere.

Year after year, he still trained hard every day according to his father's requirements, and began to step into the sea of demon corpses and blood, and began to subdue demons and eliminate demons. It's just that there are always indescribable complex emotions in my heart, which overwhelmed the teenager at that time. There is always an impulse, wanting to break through something, wanting to shake off something.

By chance, he picked up a paintbrush, scribbled, and after drawing a few pieces of paper, Fang Jue's long-suppressed thing finally vented partially, and his chest was relieved. When my father saw it, he didn't care. After that, he painted a lot, and his mind gradually calmed down.

So he painted for more than ten years. Draw demons, draw monsters, draw mountains, draw water, and draw hearts.

But I heard the girl muttering to herself: "It's a little sad and depressing......"

He looked up at her and was silent.