I was anxious and shouted, "Xiao Se, come here"

This shout, I woke up, the room was full of sunshine, I rubbed my eyes, and when I looked at the time, it was almost 10 o'clock. I've never remembered getting up so late and getting up with a sense of guilt.

When I went to the water room to brush my teeth and wash my face, I met Yu Meng coming out of the water room with a tooth cup and a basin.

"You're up so late." I thought of the man Xiao Se glimpsed, and then I saw that Yu Meng's eyes were so red and swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time, and the thoughts in her mind turned slightly, but I still decided not to mention the man directly, but asked euphemistically, "Why are your eyes swollen like this?"

"Itchy eyes, rub them with your hands, and they will be rubbed like this." Yu Meng's voice was a little hoarse, "It's okay, I've already dropped eye drops." ”

She obviously didn't intend to tell me the truth, and I didn't want to investigate, so I just looked at her worriedly.

"Tong Xin," she said with difficulty, "I'm not feeling well, I'm on leave for the afternoon meeting and the evening celebration banquet, I'm sorry, I can't be there in the evening to share your joy." ”

"Do I want to accompany you to the hospital to see if you feel unwell" I feel guilty, I have been so engrossed in the performance lately that I have ignored her paleness, silence and melancholy, and I care too little about my good sisters.

"I have a heart disease, so I don't have to go to the hospital." Yu Meng said frankly, "I just can't think about it for a while, it will be fine soon, don't worry about me." ”

"How are you and that guy doing?" I asked hesitantly.

Yu Meng smiled sadly. "It's not good, I said, he's just a dream of mine, it's too far away from me."

I sighed sadly and wanted to say comforting words, but I couldn't say anything, I just felt that my heart was in turmoil. Once a teenager didn't know the taste of sorrow, and we who were forced to say sorrow for new words, when did we begin to know the taste of sorrow in the world

Xiao Se came to pick me up on time, and he still drove to Uncle Xiang. Zhao Junning has a studio outside the island and rents an old bungalow on the island.

As soon as I got in the car, Xiao Se handed me a small plastic bag. "I'll pay you for it."

"What" I couldn't react to for a moment.

Xiao Se smiled at me. "You'll know when you see it."

I opened the plastic bag, and inside was a pair of white pantyhose in a brand new package. Memories of last night came back to me, and I quickly stuffed the plastic bag into my bag like a hot potato.

Xiao Se's hand touched my cheek, and I tried to pull his hand away, but he pulled it back. "You blush so cutely." He kissed my fingers, and then kissed my hot cheeks and lips.

I didn't dodge, not as worried about being spied on by Uncle Xiang as before.

He kissed me for a few moments before he sat upright and put his hand around my waist, and I leaned against him, and we remained in that position.

On the way, Xiao Se told me that there is a dragon kiln near Yejia Village, and Zhao Junning mainly burns pottery in Yejia Village, such as the "meat on a plate" we have seen, and the houses on the island are used for other kinds of art creation and receiving friends. Zhao Junning's main job is in a museum, but he doesn't do a serious job, and spends most of his time on personal creation, but probably because of his fame, the leaders of the museum don't care about it, and turn a blind eye to his behavior.

"That guy is weird, why do you seem to have a good relationship with him," I asked curiously, looking up at him.

He smiled. "It's a good relationship, it's just that we have a common hobby when it comes to collecting garbage."

"Collecting garbage," I glared in amazement.

His countenance fell silent. "The first time we met was two years ago when the demolition of the old town began, and we were all in the areas where the residents had moved out, but the houses had not yet had time to be demolished, searching for what we were looking for." He sighed lightly, "The old town represents the roots of the city, and this large-scale demolition and relocation has made our hearts ache, and we have experienced cultural escapes together.

Zhao Junning uses his own artistic perspective to pick up abandoned cultures, such as collecting old photographs, old letters, various documents and small objects in rooms full of discarded objects, and transporting furniture, water tanks, rice tanks and other household utensils to the studio. Of course, the most rewarding ones are the street signs, street signs and house signs."

Before he finished speaking, his destination had arrived. When we got out of the car, there was an open space outside the old bungalow, and I saw at a glance that there were several thick log pillars with various house numbers nailed to them. "Are these the brands you just talking about?" I asked.

Xiao Se nodded and said yes, we walked to those log columns, he said, these as far as the Republic of China, the early days of liberation, as close to the Cultural Revolution and in recent years as different periods of the signs, due to demolition, the door number has no owner, many street names, road names will also disappear with the removal of these signs.

Therefore, Zhao Junning creatively nailed these collected signs to the wooden board, and then nailed the wooden board to the log column, calling it the "door number tree". The door plates are staggered with each other, pointing in all directions, implying that "the people of the moment have lost their way, and the demolition behavior has no direction".

I was deeply touched, I didn't expect Zhao Junning to be such an artist with humanistic feelings. I wanted to ask Xiao Se what he was looking for in those demolition areas, but the appointed time had come. When we entered the bungalow, there were already a lot of people gathered in the courtyard, all waiting to see Zhao Junning's performance art, while he himself was busy with the preparations, just to say hello to us.

I looked around, the yard was very large, there were lotus ponds, gourd racks, millet peppers, green vegetables, as well as large tanks filled with water, stone pillars, wooden doors and windows, even if they were placed at random, they all showed the atmosphere of the artist's garden, and it was quite a paradise. It is said that some of Zhao Junning's art-loving friends often come here to drink tea and chat, exchange experiences, cooperate in holding exhibitions, intervene in contemporary art activities, and so on.

Zhao Junning invited six or seven staff members, and the preparations were ready, and the first thing he did was to take off his clothes. The winter in Haicheng is very cold for a short time, and now it is almost December, and the daytime temperature is around 20 degrees. But Zhao Junning took off his coat and underwear and went naked, which was too exaggerated. He has a thin body, a shriveled upper body, and probably because of the cold, he has a chest in his mouth, and his image is not very good. I don't understand why he showed his bad figure to so many people.

However, Zhao Junning is not limited to showing his upper body, he immediately unbuckled his belt and began to take off his pants, taking off his outer pants, leaving a pair of boxer pants inside, his thin body, wearing a pair of boxer panties, has no visual impact, I just have a curious mind, I want to see what he wants to do like this. Then, to my stunned scene, he pulled off the last of his cover in front of everyone, and his lower body was exposed to everyone.

I was so dumbfounded that I forgot to look away, and stared at Zhao Junning in a daze, my ears filled with frightened cries of women and laughter of men. Suddenly, my eyes were covered by two big hands, and Xiao Se's mocking words entered my ears: "If you don't see what you shouldn't see, beware of the long needle eye." ”

My face became hot after realizing it, but my mouth raised the bar with him: "How can I see anything that I shouldn't see." ”

Xiao Se let go of his hand, but he hugged me hard, dragging me away from the crowd of onlookers. With so many people at the scene, the focus of attention was mainly on Zhao Junning, I didn't dare to struggle, for fear that it would attract more people's attention and be seen as a joke. When I arrived at the lotus pond, I broke free and looked back nervously, but fortunately, Zhao Junning's actions were too eye-catching, and no one paid attention to us.

"Why, haven't seen enough" Xiao Se grabbed my arm again, his face closing in on me, his eyes twinkling at me. The muscles at the corners of his mouth contracted, and it seemed that he was inexplicably angry.

I was originally panicked, but when I saw him like this, I had the heart to oppose him, frowned, and shook off his hand. "What do I think, what does it matter to you, what qualifications do you have to control me."

He couldn't help me, and said hatefully, "If you like it so much, I'll let you see it another day." ”

"If you have the ability, let me see it now." After I finished speaking, I was taken aback, what's the matter, Yin Jingshu was possessed

Xiao Se was also stunned, and then coerced my eyes. "When did you become so arrogant, it's okay to look at it now, let's go into the house."

He really took my hand and was about to leave, my face was on fire, and I writhed with him in place, regretting that I didn't choose what to say, and I was afraid that he could do it.

Xiao Se suddenly turned around, and I hit his head in the chest, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and his soft voice was full of ambiguous laughter. "I was arrogant just now, how can I become so twisted now." His lips slid down my cheek and were about to fall on mine, and I turned my face away, and as soon as I looked away, I shuddered. Lin Enmo was standing at the outermost part of the crowd, staring at me motionlessly, those two eyes frantic and weird.

Xiao Se also noticed Lin Enmo, his arm around my waist stiffened visibly, and then slowly drooped. Even though I've heard about Lynn Mo's condition, I feel hurt by his actions. He walked over to Lin Enmo, who was petite, and he leaned down, accommodating her height, and said something to her with a soft expression, not at all as profligate and frivolous as in front of me.

Lin Enmo grabbed his arm with both hands, and he let her hold it. Such a bleakness makes me jealous and sad. Did he really not even hold Lin Enmo's hand I can't help but have doubts, so when I see the beautiful woman I still have, he won't be moved at all

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