After the indulgence, Ji Linchuan wrapped her in a blanket and threw her back on the bed, took a cold shower, and then quietly left the bedroom.

The moment the door closed, a dark tear stained on the pillow beside her sideburns.

In the middle of the ring, she opened her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall, which happened to be four o'clock in the morning.

Put on his coat and walked to the window, slightly opened the gap between the two layers of gauze curtains, and saw him driving an off-road vehicle away quickly.

The pre-dawn sky was getting darker, the shadows of the black trees were surging, the white street lamps were the only light outside, and the car quickly disappeared along the main road.

The next afternoon, she woke up and looked at the room as it was, upstairs and downstairs empty. They quarreled countless times, but he rarely left the house, and never left her on weekends, first because she was delirious, and then because Xiao Ai was on vacation, and she was very likely to starve to death alone.

When Ouyang Yuyou got up, she found that her black wallet was lost on the table, and although there was no money in it, the only two bank cards were gone.

She was so angry that she slapped the table, it was reasonable to take away his own secondary card, why should he take her?

In the bedside table drawer, he had long since left no cash, only a little change.

She couldn't help but suspect that he was determined to punish her this time, and he should not come back in a short time.

Ouyang Yu is not in a hurry to use the money, she also has several old cards, but she still took the initiative to contact a more familiar cooperative company, and took over a small comic advertisement and a commercial draft of hand-drawn retro illustrations.

But she didn't stop painting for nearly 20 hours, and when the finished product was sent, the other party was really surprised, knowing that she had always been serious and responsible, and the level of her work was a few levels higher, but it usually took three days to get out of the picture at the earliest, and her efficiency was still a little too scary.

Ouyang Yuyou asked if he still had any pictures to draw?

A line pops up in the computer dialog box: "You're not going to be masochistic again, are you?"

Ouyang Yuyou pursed her lips and smiled, and replied to him: "There is nothing to do, it is better to abuse than death." ”

He was the first person to ask her to collaborate on advertising posters two years ago, when her mental state was no different from that of a seriously ill patient, and she couldn't take care of herself when she had a serious breakdown, and it took more than half a year before she dared to go out to see the sun.

One day, Ji Linchuan arranged her at the Starbucks on the corner of the street near Fansen and asked her to wait for half an hour.

Walking to a water spray square, the girl who sent a single balloon guided her into the crowd, and in the center of the square was a 20-meter-long white canvas, on which many children squatted and scribbled graffiti.

She took a small brush, squatted at the end of the canvas, a complex and fine Zen painting, more and more grand, simple red, yellow and blue primary colors, after her color mixing, the color gradient is amazing, to the back, the pattern appears a small child, unstained with earthly eyes, holding a fox in his hand.

Her paintings attracted a lot of people, including the head of the advertising agency.

Ouyang Yuyou had only seen him once in that square, and he was a Sven man with gold-rimmed glasses, who knew nothing except his name.

Later, they contacted online, and he did not ask to see her academic certificate, believing that she graduated from the famous American art school, and he said that he knew heroes, just by looking at her temporary skills, and the sonorous and powerful tone when she spoke, he believed that she was a real man.

Man?

It was the first time she had been laughed at in a long time, and in the past two years, he had introduced a lot of private work to her, and when she picked up the brush again, her mood gradually calmed down, and she got out of the gloomy and desperate predicament, and he was half a benefactor.

At her request, he sent her a very difficult original game art, saying that it was okay to be masochistic, but remember to keep a breath and inform him before he died, so that he could mourn in silence.

She was grateful, and replied, "Yes." ”

Now, as soon as she stops writing, she thinks of that long night like an extreme night.

She hid in the dense forest of the coastal highway, her spirit was highly concentrated, always on guard against the shadows in the dark, and she even breathed for fear of attracting pursuers.

From evening to late at night, surrounded by mosquitoes, none of her exposed skin was good, and almost all of them were scratched by herself, but she still kept her eyes open and did not dare to slack off. She was afraid that in the blink of an eye, her Jiatang brother would not be able to find her when he came back.

Waiting for someone who will never come back, that kind of taste is no different from Ling Chi cutting meat.

Ouyang Yuyou held the glass, and the moment she stood up, she was dizzy, and she suddenly remembered that the last meal was still solved at the cocktail party, and she relied on water for more than two nights and a day.

Xiao Ai was on vacation, but there should be stocked ingredients in the kitchen downstairs, she opened the double-door refrigerator, rummaged around, only took out a carrot, peeled it, and sat cross-legged on the high stool with bare feet, gnawing crunchy.

Holding a can of imported dark beer in the other hand, the hard dish is accompanied by wine, and the hero is not limited to details.

Halfway through the wine, there was a sound at the door.

In the past two days, she has closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains of all the windows in the house, and the blinding light that rushed in the door pushed open made her realize that it was a sunny day outside.

Ji Linchuan walked from the backlight, the sunlight behind him was white, she sat on the high stool at the kitchen bar, and clearly saw him throw down the car keys, let go of the shopping bag, bend down to change his shoes, and take off his coat.

He didn't notice the eyes that were hidden in the shadows until her fingers made the stout can rattle.

Ji Linchuan's cold eyes were raised, and his hand pressed the chandelier switch.

The living room was bright, and her pale and cold face made his eyelids tighten, and he strode towards the kitchen with two large bags of things.

When Ji Linchuan passed by her, he looked at nothing, his eyes did not change superfluously, and his footsteps did not stop.

The bag rested on the kitchen counter, fresh vegetables, fruits, boxes of meat, seafood, sorted into suitable places, unpacked, cleaned, put on the plate, then he opened the kitchen door with a low hand, pulled out the knife, and began to chop vegetables.

Ouyang Yuyou turned her back to him, her elbows lowered on the table, and continued to nibble on carrots and drink.

The neat and regular sound of the cutting knife, combined with the thick sound of the cutting board, made her a little stunned, remembering the scene when her father used to cook for her.

For a brief moment, she shattered the image.

How can he compare to his father?

He took the last bite in hatred and threw the bottom root in the trash.

"Uh-huh!"

The beer rushed up from her stomach, and she couldn't help but burp, and suddenly the air seemed to freeze.

She covered her mouth in embarrassment, and the awe-inspiring righteousness she had tried so hard to maintain before instantly collapsed and collapsed.

At this time, a voice without any emotion came from behind him, and said lightly: "Why don't you go to the door and drag the grass, the amount is still green food, not more than that thing?"

The movements of Ji Linchuan's hands did not stop, he warmed the pan, put oil, added ingredients, step by step.

If you despise people, he will speak smoothly, his head is the Tao, and the logic is completely reasonable.

She jumped off the barstool and was about to leave, when Ji Linchuan stopped fiddling with the shovel at the bottom of the pot, his eyes did not move, but he shouted, "Stay honest for me!"

She froze in place, her stomach began to twitch and wrhim, and she bit her lip and said, "My stomach hurts." ”

"Just endure the pain!" his hand dropped the shovel heavily, and he turned around and reprimanded, "You have been raised by that old guy since you were a child, and you have always failed to clean up!

The vegetables in the pot rattled and fried slowly over low heat, and the fragrance wafted out.

She stiffened her mouth, raised her eyebrows and whispered, "I'm just like this, some people are still chasing after me across the ocean, and I can't get used to it." ”

Ji Linchuan didn't care about her, lifted the lid of the glass pot, sprinkled with shredded green onions, took out the perch in half a minute, put it on the table, wiped his hands, and then threw down the kitchen cloth.

Only then did he approach her, and his magnetic deep voice was mixed with a half-cold smile: "I really don't know what kind of pride you are with your tail up in the sky, don't you also know that Lin Sheng settled in Taiwan, and it is impossible to come back." ”

She slowly turned her head, her face full of astonishment, obviously, she didn't know.

Two or three seconds later, Ouyang Yuyou had another emotion in her heart out of thin air.

"Ji Linchuan, are you willing to come back because of this?"