Zhou Fan received a call from Naika and hurried to Shilang's studio.

After a few days of not seeing her, Naka was much haggard, her big eyes became hollow, her face was pale, and her lips were chapped.

"Naika" Zhou Fan bent over, panting.

"You're always so hot, you don't look like a woman at all"

"This is you, I'm like this, change someone else, try?" Zhou Fan smiled, the dimples on one side of his face were very deep, and the single eyelid was naughty and cute.

"Let's go inside!" Zhou Fan opened the door of the studio.

A pungent smell came to their faces, and the two dared to cover their mouths and noses with their hands.

Zhou Fan opened all the windows to let the fresh air in and let the poisonous gas out.

"This guy is a poison gas maker, he looks like a human being, and his life is a mess." Zhou Fan complained, kicking the dusty frame on the floor.

"Except for a heartthrob face, it's really useless."

Naka let go of her hand, looked at everything in the room with tears in her eyes, and said, "Have you taken care of all this?" ”

"He said yes, but what to do! That's too much, isn't it? ”

Zhou Fan pointed to the messy one-person-high picture frames, and shouted with a sad face.

"Give it to me."

Naka picked up one and looked at it seriously, looking confused.

"Do you want it all? These? Zhou Fan gently kicked the 'garbage' on the ground with his foot

"Hmm," Naka nodded

"Great, I'm worried about having nowhere to throw it? But do you take it back for a pot? Zhou Fan asked her curiously.

Naka shook her head, rolled up her sleeves and began to clean up. Zhou Fan sighed and did it with her.

It took two hours for the two of them to sort out the pile downstairs, and both of them had black hands and faces.

Zhou Fan sat on the floor and scolded, "Damn Shilang, pat your ass and leave, we are here to suffer, and when I return to China, see how I clean him up." ”

Naika bowed her head and didn't speak, listening to Zhou Fan's nagging.

"I'm so hungry and thirsty, I miss Shixuan so much," Zhou Fan shouted.

"Thinking about Shixuan, Shixuan is in the country, why don't you miss me?"

"Who!" Zhou Fan got up and looked at the door.

"I" Hong Yu kicked the door open with his foot and strode in.

"I bought something to eat, let's clean it up after eating!" Hong Yu shook it with the lunch box and handed it to Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan didn't wash his hands, he opened the lunch box, his eyes lit up, and his saliva was about to flow down.

"Thank you, I ate it, Naka hurry up"

Zhou Fan looked at Naka, who was motionless on the floor, urging her.

"You go wash your hands and eat again, no one will rob you."

Zhou Fan listened to his words, and almost choked to death, this sentence is often heard, and it is like this "Hong Yu is not here, no one will rob you"

Zhou Fan beat his chest, tears came out, and he drank a lot of kelp soup before swallowing it.

"When I'm eating, don't say this" Zhou Fan glanced at him, if it weren't for the sake of sushi, maybe he would kick him twice.

"Eat, eat sooner or later to become a fat man, and then see if you still say that you hate fat people." After Hong Yu finished speaking, he went up to the second floor.

Zhou Fan grimaced at him, stuck out his tongue, and stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth, his face instantly bulging, and he laughed at the silent Naka.

"You and Hong Yu are really like a pair of living treasures, seeing you, I think of the days when the four of us lived together."

Naka recalled the bits and pieces of the past, and her eyes moistened unconsciously,

"Naika, don't be sad, Shilang will come back, if he doesn't come back, I'll take you to him, okay, don't be like this, I'm sad to see you like this" Zhou Fan was still eating sushi in his mouth, vaguely comforting his sad and sad friend.

"Will he ever come back?"

Naika put down the lunch box in his hand, picked up a pair of paintings that he couldn't understand and admired, these paintings are the hard work of Shilang, I don't know how many nights I have stayed up, and now I am ruthlessly abandoned here.

"If you don't come back, I'll help you find him back, don't worry, I'll talk about it." Zhou Fan patted his chest and assured Naika that his dirty hands had five dirty handprints on the snow-white T-shirt.

"It's good to have you, no wonder Shilang's mother likes you, you are like an innocent child." Naika touched Zhou Fan's face and said.

“……”

Zhou Fan was choked again, she pounded her chest hard, her face swollen and red.

Naika didn't know how to help her, and patted her on the back behind her, "You eat slowly, it's not good to digest if you eat too fast." ”

It took a lot of effort to swallow it. Zhou Fan lowered his head with tears in his eyes.

Naka's words were like an invisible dagger, piercing her heart. Innocent, this kind of word can only be used on others, and it doesn't match yourself at all.

Who else is more evil than himself, who is more shameless than himself, and who is more helpless than himself, he is an out-and-out despicable villain.

If the plan is successful and you can conceive successfully, you will be the first sperm thief in the world, a heinous thief.

"I'm full"

Zhou Fan pretended to be smiling, stood up and looked at the second floor, flustered in his heart.

Naka put the untouched lunch box in her hand into the bag, and walked to the staircase on the second floor with a blank expression.

There are two rooms on the second floor, one of which is a dark room. It was used by Shilang to develop photographs, and it was full of various photos.

The other room he used to paint, unlike the downstairs, was a pencil drawing.

Zhou Fan looked at it one by one, there were portraits of Hong Yu, the paintings were lifelike, and the falling flesh of the face was so vivid and interesting.

Zhou Fan smiled and said, "Naika, come and enjoy the sketch portrait of the fat man, it's too vivid"

"It's really, really like, if you look at the nose, it's like Hong Yu put his nose on it and traced it."

Naka praised again and again, and touched the drawing paper with her hand. It was from Shilang's hand, and her eyes were full of sadness.

"It's ......"

Zhou Fan picked up another one, excited, and burst into tears.

"This is you, Zhou Fan"

"It's really me"

This painting is of myself standing on the balcony with my arms outstretched, feeling the power of the wind. I don't remember when this happened.

In the painting, I am in jeans, a short T-shirt, and my hair is blown by the wind, which is a little messy. With my eyes closed, I don't know what I'm thinking.

"Can you give me this?" Naika looked at the words in Zhou Fan's hand and asked her sincerely.

"Okay, send you" Zhou Fan smiled and handed it to her.

"There's still one painting left unfinished, Naika, look, is it you?"

Zhou Fan pointed to a half-painted portrait and said in surprise.

Naka stepped forward and looked at it carefully for a while, tears falling down her eyes and nodding her head.

"Why are you crying, you should be happy, he cares about you too." Zhou Fan wiped her tears with her dirty hands, and before she could wipe them well, she suddenly laughed.

"I'm sorry, my hands are so dirty, I made you a big face."

"Then I'll make you a flower face too" The two twisted together, laughing.

Hong Yu packed up all the important things in the black room, put them in boxes, and moved them downstairs.

I don't know when a small truck stopped at the door of the studio, and the driver got down from it, took several large boxes from the car, and put them at the door of the studio.

The truck driver explained his intentions, and Hong Yu let him in and packed the drawing paper into the box with him.

I packed five large boxes and finally finished the frames and paper in the studio.

Zhou Fan grabbed Naika's hand and said, "Don't forget me, contact me often when you have time." ”

"Hmm"

Zhou Fan was reluctant to hug Naika's thin waist and say goodbye to her, grateful to her for recycling all Shilang's mess.

The truck left, Naika left, and Shilang Shixuan also went back, how long would he stay in this place? Am I going to continue as a thief?

But can it really succeed? Zhou Fan began to doubt his plan.

If you don't try, there's no hope. If you want to try it......

"Let's go!"

Hong Yu carried a box and looked in the direction she was looking and said.

"Is this the end of Naka and Shilang?"

"Fate, whoever says it right, maybe it just starts"

Hong Yu is like a fortune teller, and his words are a bit unfathomable.

Yes! Fate is really wonderful, just like myself and Hong Yu.

It's just that the two of them are a bad fate.