The so-called friend is a simple hug, and one sentence can completely tell what happened during this time.

Xu was guilty of guilt, Xiao Xiao called home, saying that there were some things to do at school these days, and she would not go back for the time being.

Old Man Xiao didn't think much about it, just told her to pay attention to rest and hung up the phone.

In the past few days, Xiao Xiao has been playing games in the bedroom with Zhou Zhou on the first day, and the next two days are hanging out in various interesting places in Anhai City, eating all the snacks in the Internet celebrity store.

The two of them looked heartless, and they couldn't tell that one of them had just fallen out of love.

On the way back to school, Xiao Xiao once again noticed that the roadside was paying attention to Zang Zongping's art exhibition, so he stopped to take a few more looks.

"I've been playing for three days, why don't we change our tastes today and see the art exhibition?" Zhou Zhou glanced at the propaganda poster, and suddenly said, "Let's take a look at the master's art exhibition, so that the literary and artistic cells in my body can be resurrected." ”

She spoke lightly, as if she wanted to lighten up the atmosphere. In her heart, she more or less knew why Xiao Xiao didn't choose to paint.

She could see that Xiao Xiao actually liked to paint, but she was in a certain situation so she put it aside.

I have received the edification and liked the things since I was a child, how can I say that I will throw them away. Even if I don't pick it up on weekdays, my heart is actually very eager to be touched.

Xiao Xiao was provoked by her words and laughed, and couldn't help but push her and said with a smile: "You still have literary and artistic cells like this?" ”

Zhou Zhou, who heard this, was anxious, "Even if we are best friends, you can't hurt me so much!" No, no, now let's go in and have a look, and it's good to add some literary and artistic cells to me on the spot. ”

After that, Xiao Xiao had no choice but to let Zhou Zhou pull her to Zang Zongping's art exhibition.

The layout of the master's exhibition is atmospheric. On weekdays, the art exhibition can only barely fill the first floor of the art museum, and Master Zang Zongping's works can barely fit his works in this exhibition after the entire art museum is arranged.

Although today is the last day of the exhibition, there are still many people who come to see the paintings, and there are people standing in front of each painting to savor it.

When Zhou Zhou first entered, he could still follow Xiao Xiao's side and listen to her explain each painting, but after a while, people couldn't see it.

Xiao Xiao stood in place and looked around, not finding anyone and not in a hurry. Even if Zhou Zhou is not from Anhai City, he has lived in Anhai City for four years, and it is impossible for him to get lost in the art museum.

Thinking so, Xiao Xiao didn't care about her, and began to look at the painting quietly by himself.

Xu is deep down in her heart still likes to paint, Xiao Xiao looked at every very shocking painting hanging in front of her, she couldn't hold back the urge to create in her heart, and couldn't wait to rush home now, come to the studio that Hou Shihan had already occupied, and create a good one.

She paused for a long time in front of each of the paintings, looking at the composition, lines and colors in the paintings, and she benefited greatly from each of them.

She was fascinated, and the people around her changed batch after batch, and she was the only one who stayed in front of each picture for the longest time, so that she didn't know when Mo Shaobei appeared next to her.

"So you like to draw, too."

Xiao Xiao felt that the voice was coming from above her head, and the voice was very familiar, which made her suddenly come back to her senses from the painting, turned around and shook her head slightly to look at the person behind her, when she saw that it was Mo Shaobei, she couldn't help but be a little surprised, but quickly came back to her senses.

She didn't answer Mo Shaobei's words, but smiled faintly and said, "What a coincidence." ”

Mo Shaobei looked at her, smiled, and said, "It's quite a coincidence." He didn't seem to realize Xiao Xiao's avoidance of talking, but instead jumped the topic to the other side, and continued: "I heard that a master in China held an art exhibition in Anhai City, so I came to take a look, but I didn't expect to meet you." ”

The two of them haven't seen each other since they left the magazine, and they will meet at the art exhibition at this time, and I don't know if it's a coincidence or a deliberate one.

"Mr. Zang Zongping's art exhibition is very rare, and it is good to come and see it to open your eyes." Xiao Xiao replied in two by two, as if he was immune to Mo Shaobei's self-cooking.

"I have lived abroad for many years, and I still know a little about oil painting and watercolor painting, but I don't know anything about Chinese painting. I just saw that you have been studying the paintings, and it seems that you know a lot about them, and I would like to ask if you can introduce each painting to me. Mo Shaobei asked.

Xiao Xiao, who heard this, almost blurted out "can't", but in order to take care of her own image, when she wanted to refuse euphemistically, Hou Keqing actually called her at this time.

Hou Keqing would only call her when she had something to do at home.

She held her phone and looked at the caller ID on it, hesitating whether to answer it. Mo Shaobei, who was next to her, glanced at the display on her mobile phone, and saw that she was not connected, so he asked her, "Don't you answer?" ”

She glanced at him, didn't say anything, walked to the side with her phone and pressed the answer button.

"Mom, what's the matter?" She asked.

[You hurry home now.] ]

Xiao Xiao was a little unhappy about Hou Keqing's commanding words, and said in a somewhat irritated tone: "I'm outside." ”

As a result, as soon as she said this, the phone was hung up. Hou Keqing's wave of operations made her look confused, but what she didn't expect was that as soon as Hou Keqing's phone hung up, the video call came.

Xiao Xiao hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the answer button, looking at Hou Keqing on the screen, she said helplessly: "Mom, I'm in the art museum." ”

The art museum is very close to Xiao's house, only a 10-minute drive. At this point, even if she doesn't want to go back, she has to go back.

[You come back to me now.] ]

Faced with Hou Keqing's undoubtedness, Xiao Xiao still asked patiently: "Is there something going on at home?" ”

[After Mr. Zang's painting exhibition ends tomorrow, your cousin Hanhan will follow Mr. Zang to the imperial capital to study for a month, and you will come back tonight to have a good meal.] ]

Hearing the news, Xiao Xiao's brows couldn't help frowning. When she was about to refuse, Hou Keqing spoke again.

[Xiaoxiao, why is the person behind you so familiar?] Isn't that your colleague? ]

Xiao Xiao was curious about how Hou Keqing knew about Mo Shaobei's existence, and hurriedly turned around, only to find that Mo Shaobei had appeared behind her at some point, looking at Hou Keqing on her phone screen.

"When did you come here?" She couldn't help but take a step back and ask.

[Aren't you the guy from last time?] ]

Because Xiao Xiao opened the public, Mo Shaobei was naturally able to hear her question. Mo Shaobei hurriedly greeted Hou Keqing on the screen with a smile: "Auntie, it's me, long time no see." ”

[Long time no see, we just have dinner tonight, would you like to come along?] ]

Faced with Hou Keqing's warm invitation, Xiao Xiao wanted to help Mo Shaobei answer, but Mo Shaobei took the lead.

"Auntie, really? I happen to be free tonight. ”

[Of course, Auntie never lies.] Then let's just say that, you come over with Xiaoxiao tonight, and Auntie will tell you to go down and prepare a few more dishes. ]

Mo Shaobei smiled and said, "Okay, I'll be there on time when the time comes." ”

Xiao Xiao watched the two of them chatting happily, but she couldn't interject at all, and the whole person felt bad.