In the soy milk shop, Yang Qianye and Song Yingchen sat side by side facing the same direction.

"How's your job at the advertising agency?"

"It's okay, answering the phone, sorting out the information, copying, printing and receiving mail. But the professional work is difficult, our director often says that I am stupid, this will not be that will not, but fortunately, after all, I have never really complained. ”

"What's so difficult about advertising...... Song Yingchen buried his head in a sip of soy milk and said lightly, "You can get started in three days." ”

"Cut, what a joke." She showed the posture of her seniors looking at her juniors, and was ready to shock him with the color number, "Take graphic design as an example, do you know that there are different color numbers for the same color, and in your opinion, the two colors are the same, but in fact, the difference is very big, and our director can distinguish it with the naked eye......"

Who knows, Song Yingchen was even more disapproving, and snorted in his nose: "What a fuss." ”

Seeing his unbelieving look, Chiba was anxious.

"Really, he's amazing, he can name a dozen different shades of red."

"He said red, so I'll tell you about gray." Song Yingchen cleared his throat and licked the soy milk off his lips with the tip of his tongue, "Gray is a color between black and white, roughly divided into dark gray and light gray, and the values of the three primary colors are R128, G128 and B128. If you subdivide it again, there are standard eight grays, moon gray, bud yellow, rice ostrich, bean green, light green, light crab, orchid lotus, bean paste, ......"

Listening to him talk so much about his insights about color, Chiba was shocked to become a wooden man. She couldn't believe the esoteric knowledge in Steven's mouth, and the boy in front of her was talking about it.

"You know that, too?"

"How's it going, dumbfounded?" Song Yingchen raised his chin proudly, and pride floated on his face.

"Hey, I'm an idiot compared to you, stupid." She lowered her head and fiddled with her clothes.

"My major is related to art, these are basic common sense, and there is no need to envy them."

"It takes a long time to get this common sense, right? Can I learn? ”

"Of course, it's not made*. But do you have time, you have to go to work during the day and be sent by others, and you have to go to the gym to sell coolies at night, I advise you to quit there and spend more time studying. If your own ability improves, your boss will give you a promotion and a raise, which is better than the thousands of dollars in the gym. ”

"Of course I know these truths, but at this stage, the thousand dollars are still very important to me."

"Is it because of your mother? I heard that she had been lying in bed......"

Song Yingchen asked suddenly, she glanced at him vigilantly and avoided her gaze.

"Sorry, you shouldn't have asked, it was the security guy who didn't mean to talk about it before I knew that you were so difficult."

Chiba was silent. She didn't blame Da Mao for leaking her mouth, but she was sorry for Song Yingchen for indirectly knowing about her mother. To a certain extent, Song Yingchen and Da Mao are her friends in this city, but she only told Da Mao about the so-called privacy, but she kept silent about her favorite Song Yingchen. Not out of defense, not even distrust, but worried that once she told him something, she would expose the purpose of her coming to Lucheng and her agreement with Lu Meiqin - she didn't want to involve him, and always felt that all this was too negative.

Fortunately, Song Yingchen took the initiative to change the topic, and the awkward atmosphere was broken.

"This time a few of our friends went to the grassland to play, and the starry sky there was so beautiful that it was indescribable. You know, I was lying on the grass, and the sky was full of diamond-like stars shining, as if I could pick a handful with my hand. ”

"When I was a kid, I loved to sit on the roof and watch the stars."

"Let's hang out next time."

She smiled and nodded, and asked inadvertently, "By the way, Aunt Lu ran out to play after surgery, who will take care of her after the operation?" ”

It was such a casual sentence that shocked the spoon in Song Yingchen's hand and fell down.

"You see my mother?"

"Well, she had a successful operation, and the prosthetic eye was the same as the real thing."

"It's the same as the real thing...... Song Yingchen's expression froze, but she buried her head in eating and didn't notice it.

"It's just fake, now these things are really getting better and better, do you think that one day human organs will also start mass production, and what is missing can be replaced if it is broken."

She innocently imagined it, completely unaware that Song Yingchen had lowered her head in frustration and sadness. When he turned his head to find it, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was crying.

She hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Yingchen shook his head and said helplessly: "I didn't know that she had surgery, otherwise she wouldn't have run out." He suddenly collapsed, and the bowl in his hand was pushed aside.

"Huh?"

Chiba really wanted to slap herself, and she "said the wrong thing" again. "I'm sorry, I didn't know......," she said apologizing.

"How can I blame you, if you don't tell me, I'll know when I go back later." Song Yingchen's depressed mood showed no signs of repair, "But I know in my heart why she didn't tell me......"

She looked questioning.

Song Yingchen just smiled bitterly and swallowed the words back. “…… It's so disappointing. ”

"Don't be cranky, she probably didn't want to interfere with your travel plans so she didn't tell you. Aunt Lu is very strong, and would rather work hard herself than cause you trouble. I don't think you need to take it to heart at all, sometimes misunderstandings arise like this. ”

She didn't know what she was talking about, whether it was to persuade the mother and son, or to apologize for not being cautious enough. But she was sure that she didn't want to see the boy as innocent as an elk put away his smile and looked stunned.

"I shouldn't be cranky, she's my mother after all." Song Yingchen pretended to be indifferent and got up to pay, "Go back first, see you at the gym in the evening." ”

"Hmm." Her voice lowered at the same time as her head.

Song Yingchen took two steps and stopped, seeing that she blamed herself, she reached out and touched her head: "Fool, I'm fine." After that, he left.

He had some tinnitus and couldn't see clearly, so he got into a taxi and went back to Yuefu directly.

Yue Mansion is larger than Sakura Apartment, but this does not bring a more comfortable experience to the residence, but a cold to the bone, magnified loneliness is everywhere, especially when alone.

Like now.

He is not angry, not sad, but feels wronged.

His mother didn't tell him when she was blind, and she didn't tell him about the surgery now, both of which are not trivial, of course wronged. Especially surgery, which he didn't know about planning and scheduling, and at one point he felt hurt.

I hope that the truth is like Yang Qianye's analysis, and her mother is just afraid of causing trouble to herself and chooses to hide it.

But he knew that his mother had no intention of telling him. Surgery and post-operative surgery require a close, trusting, and dependent person to be by your side, not him, but someone else.

It must be the man, who has lost his share of his mother's life, and has a tendency to grow stronger.

……

In the afternoon, Chiba soaked in the bookstore, hoping to concentrate through reading. But the actual situation is that the more I want to focus, the more irritable I feel, and I sit for more than half an hour without reading a single page.

She began to associate with the city, not in terms of where she lived, where she worked, or who could articulate the name of a street. The so-called correlation is the interaction force with the people in the city. The most direct proof is that her emotions begin to follow the other person, the other party is happy and she is happy, and the other party is depressed and she is also depressed.

Closing the book, she put her hands in her hair, scratched her scalp vigorously, and scolded herself, "What an idiot you are. ”

Leaving the bookstore, walking aimlessly on the street, passing by a fruit stall, I saw a watermelon that was cut open with a striking color and full flesh, so I bought one.

She asked the boss to cut the watermelon at the waist, keep the smaller half for herself, divide the larger half into a few, and go back to the apartment to give to Da Mao.

However, today Da Mao was unusually and coldly refused.

"I don't eat watermelon, allergies."

"Ahh She was stunned, "Allergic to watermelon? ”

"What's so strange, there are people who are allergic to rice, keep it for yourself."

"Then give it to your senior brothers, it's enough for me to ask for this piece alone."

Da Mao Yin Yang said angrily: "Is it enough, I don't think it's enough, isn't there a rich young master." ”

She obviously didn't understand what Da Mao was talking about, and asked, "What's wrong Da Mao, what's weird?" ”

"Nothing, I've always been like this." Da Mao turned his head and deliberately didn't look at her.

"I'm not happy when I see you, can you tell me what happened?"

"When I looked at the door, I wasn't happy or unhappy."

"Are you wronged at work?"

"Oh, go back, I'm at work." Da Mao hid in the sentry box and no longer bothered.

Chiba was confused and helpless, and even wondered if he had entered the water reversal, and made mistakes in interpersonal relationships one after another. Da Mao is also the person who is related to her in this city, but this connection is not equal from the beginning, and she is not aware of it.

Time passed in a flash, and when it was time to go to work in the gym, Song Yingchen, who had not come to exercise for a long time, actually arrived before her, had changed her clothes and was warming up, and when she came in, she smiled sideways, not as depressed as she was in the morning.

She wanted to ask him if he had met Lu Meiqin, if he had quarreled, or if he had cleared up the misunderstanding - but she held back, afraid of getting into trouble again.

In the instrument room, Song Yingchen arched her right arm to admire the muscles that were not obvious in the mirror, and she happened to pass by at this time.

Song Yingchen said proudly: "I haven't practiced for so long, I'm still there, look, do you see it, come and touch, touch." On his arm, a small biceps muscle throbbed like an egg.

With a brush, she blushed.

"Come and feel it, quick!" Song Yingchen held his breath and urged, and his face began to be congested.

Of course she didn't know how to touch it, just looking at it made her body hot and ashamed, and she was busy prevaricating, "I'm busy", and turned her head to find something to do. First, he put the equipment back in place, and then wiped the place where the person was sitting with a handkerchief, and it took a while to calm out the restlessness in his heart.

It's boring, Song Yingchen added weights to the barbell and lay down to prepare for bench press.

He struggled to lift the barbell from the stand, and Chiba reminded: "The coach hasn't come to do anything else first, be careful of hurting it so much." ”

Song Yingchen was obviously full of confidence, held his breath with his chest and shoulders, and pushed the barbell out.

"Look at me, it's just the basics...... Yes! ”

"Be careful!"