At noon, I finally entered the gallery in a good mood, only the child sat behind the work table, the corner was quiet and peaceful, and there was no obstruction to the eyes, which was very good. But the next moment, Xiao Tong raised his head, "Sister Xia, it's here." I'm more free today.,I want to color this picture of Brother Cheng is sketch.,Hey.,What about Brother Cheng? Why didn't I come with you? ”

My face was slightly gloomy, but I didn't want the boy to see anything, so I only said lightly: "He won't come." ”

The boy didn't ask any more questions, and buried his head in the painting again. However, it was difficult for me to take my eyes off the sketch, and I have to say that Xiao Tong's level was much higher than when she applied for the job, and she grasped his charm very accurately.

What is visible can be expelled, but what is intangible can be ...... It's hard to get rid of. It's like working in a gallery on an afternoon and unconsciously looking at that corner; It's like coming home in the evening, obviously it is not noisy on weekdays, but I feel that the house is quiet and depressing; It's like accidentally going to the wrong room and seeing the book "Behavioral Psychological Criminology" left on the chair, I picked it up and continued to read it before going to bed at night, and read it for half a night; It's like getting up in the morning to change clothes, feeling the stage ticket in the pocket of my coat, and thinking that there is another one that is not with me.

For several days in a row, it was cloudy, with a north wind of two to three levels, and a cold snap hit. It rained on Saturday night and the wind was blowing, but when I went out on Sunday, it turned cloudy.

Jiang Yan personally drove to the gallery, and originally had no intention of going to see the stage play, but she could only go with it. On the way there, Jiang Yan told me with joy in her eyes that all the tickets for the first performance were sold out, and the tickets for the last few shows she pre-sold were also sold out. She said that I had a part of the credit for this, because she exposed the promotional illustration I drew as a living signboard.

I was secretly frightened when I heard it, although there was no follow-up after the post on the city forum that night, it was difficult to guarantee whether the police had listed the Starlight Society as a key target for investigation. If, just say what if, once proven and convicted, will I not become an accomplice?

The back was cold, and cold sweat broke out.

I thought about that night with ...... Chu Gaocheng discussed, and in the end, he deduced that the return of Yan who posted it was not the Starlight Society, and basically his judgment was 90% true. He breathed a sigh of relief, felt a little more relieved, and asked casually: "Has President Jiang heard about the City Forum a few days ago?" ”

I thought Jiang Yan would cover it up, but when I saw her, she chuckled and said, "You mean that hot post, and then someone told me about it." Xia Zhu, if it's a good thing, you have to be happy to see it happen, are you right? ”

From her smile, I couldn't tell if she was in charge of this matter, and if it was him, he might be able to see a thing or two, and my skills would be shallow. No matter what, as long as the Starlight Society is not Na Yan's return, it is only an opportunist in this matter.

When I arrived at the theater, I was frightened by the crowd, and the door was surrounded by a crowd, not to mention, and as soon as the car stopped, a group of people surrounded me. Jiang Yan frowned slightly when she saw this, and said to me, "Let's not get out of the car yet, I'll call the security personnel." ”

Not long after the phone call came, a row of strong-bodied uniformed men came over, and as soon as the car door opened, dozens of microphones immediately stretched out, and all kinds of reporters' questions crackled. If it weren't for the security personnel who stopped us, Jiang Yan and I estimated that we would have been submerged. In contrast, Jiang Yan looked very calm, and when she was about to enter the theater door, she turned around and said to everyone with a smile: "Thank you for your love to our Starlight Society, after this performance, a series of illustrations will be launched from time to time, which will be made by the beautiful illustrator next to me, and everything will be presented in the future." ”

When did I agree to make this illustration book? But Jiang Yan smiled softly at me, took my hand and turned around and walked into the theater, and when the voices stopped making noise, she said, "This idea was thought of temporarily, and it was announced without asking for your opinion." I have a hunch that this will be a great idea, Xia Zhu, you are ready to become a famous painter. ”

Is being forced to go to Liangshan is what I feel at this moment, originally when I found out that the screenwriter used that homicide as the theme to modify the script, I had the idea of retreating, but I couldn't get out because I was constrained by the contract. Now, it is even more muddy, and it is completely tied to the Starlight Society. Jiang Yan may be right, I may become famous overnight after today, but this way of becoming famous is not what I want.

Jiang Yan treated me like a guest and sent me all the way to the VIP area before leaving. Looking around, this was the closest position to the front of the stage, and there were only three or four people seated, half of the seats still empty. On the other hand, the auditorium separated at the back was black, and everyone had an expression of excitement and curiosity on their faces. I'm afraid that half of the people who come here are not because they love stage plays, but because of the peek into gossip from the inferior roots of human nature.

Looking back, some people have come to the VIP area one after another, and even the director and screenwriter have also come together. I found my place and sat down, and glanced at the empty seat next to me.

I can't say whether I am happy or disappointed in my heart, and I will be apprehensive on the way here, but I feel uneasy at this time.

It had been four days since the rupture that morning, and he hadn't seen anything else in those days, and the "incantation" he had spoken before he had just become an invisible bondage. Just like this moment, looking at this vacant seat, it's hard not to think about him.

Before the play began, Jiang Yan came back, nodded at me and sat down with the screenwriters.

Although I had already read the script, it was the first time I had seen a stage play in person, and my visual senses were different, but my attention was on the details. When I was engaged, someone seemed to ask, "Do you drink coffee?" I subconsciously refused: "No, thank you." After waiting for two seconds, he realized that something was wrong, turned his head sideways, and froze there, his whole body stiffened.

"What? I haven't seen you for a few days, don't say you don't recognize me. The tone is light and cloudy, and the corners of the mouth are familiar with curvature...... I don't know when the person I thought it wasn't going to show up sat next to me.

I froze for a moment and asked, "Chu Gaocheng, why are you here?" ”

He frowned and replied to the question: "I'm used to your previous name, and I don't need to be called by name or surname in the future, it sounds awkward." I didn't say anything, and he said, "You don't lose a ticket for a cup of coffee." ”

So, the next moment, I was stuffed with a cup of white coffee in my hand, the one he liked to drink, and his hand was empty.

I'm not a coffee lover, and I always feel bitter and bitter. The temperature of the cup is inversely proportional to my hand, and it is warm to hold on my hand. But I heard him say again: "Why don't you drink it?" When cold, the taste will deteriorate. ”

frowned, ignoring his voice. But after a few minutes, a low voice came again: "The little boy said that you feel bitter, and sugar is added to it." "His heart moved, is this a peace? I lifted the lid of the cup and took a sip, the intuitive reflection of the taste buds was still bitter, but after turning it around, there was a hint of sweetness after bitterness and astringency.

One cup of coffee, three flavors, one life.

After that, neither of them spoke again, quietly watching the performance on stage. Inexplicably sighed, on and off the stage, deducing two lives, who knows the true feelings of the other party? Even the leader of the play, that is, the screenwriter, is only a person watching from the audience, who can manipulate the plot of the play, but cannot control people's hearts.

So when the theater ended and a "liar" was shouted out, things began to develop in an uncontrollable direction. The plot was not staged as stated in the forum post, and even tonight's play was just an emotional drama between the hero and heroine, and most of the people who came for the "Yan Returns" post began to be resentful and felt deceived. Another voice shouted again: "Where is Yan Daxia?" We want to see Yan Daxia. ”

I turned my head to look at the few people in the VIP seat, except for Jiang Yan, who only frowned slightly, the rest of the people turned dark.

His hand suddenly tightened, "Follow me." Gao Cheng gave a low order, and then took my hand and moved to the side. But they didn't go far, the emotions of the crowd became more and more excited, and some people even rushed out of their seats to the side of the stage, and some of the audience who were leaving the venue were squeezed as a result, and the scene was already chaotic when the security personnel appeared.

We were almost instantly submerged in the crowd, and when Gao Cheng pulled my hand and I didn't know who was out of the way, I panicked, and I looked up to see his lips squirm and say something, but I couldn't hear it clearly when I was covered by human voices, but for a moment, the distance from him was far away.

There is a vague foreboding that something will happen here.

As soon as the thought flashed, I was crowded by the crowd and retreated to the side of the stage, and the figure of Gao Cheng in front of me had disappeared. The feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, and someone suddenly kicked him on his calf, and it hurt so much that he fell forward, and suddenly his arm was hooked by the side, and he turned his head in surprise, stunned, it was Jiang Yan.

She mouth-shaped, "Are you alright?" I shook my head and straightened up with her hand, only to realize that the security personnel had all gathered to form a protective wall. After the group walked around the stage to the dressing room, the screenwriter roared there with a disgraced face: "How did it become like this? The director also said in a deep voice with an ugly face: "I got this negative news in the first scene, who is the damn Yan back?" ”

Jiang Yan let go of me after entering the door, and then I only heard her snort softly: "You should be mentally prepared when you make the decision to borrow the east wind without authorization." ”

The screenwriter and director turned to me in shock at the same time, and Jiang Yan said: "Xia Zhu is his own person, so he doesn't need to worry about it." I couldn't help but smile bitterly, and when my eyes fell, I caught a glimpse of a bright red on the ground, and raised my eyes in shock: "President Jiang, are you injured?" ”

She seemed to be slightly stunned, and when she looked down and saw the blood at her feet, her face instantly turned pale. The next moment, her body fell backwards, and I quickly supported her, only to see her weak and sad eyes, fragile expression, "Call me an ambulance......" <