- Portraits.

Whenever Gu Beicheng lost his temper and showed off his shameless lower limit, Ye Xi would draw a portrait of him.

Sketches, watercolors, cartoons, stick figures...... In various ways, there are almost ten sheets before and after.

In the past, she was worried about his harm to her, and the two of them were afraid that they would have to make trouble, one refused to bow his head and the other was authoritarian, and she was the one who was hurt when she turned her head, don't think about exam papers and so on.

Now, although the thorn is still pierced in her heart, she can't forget it, but she has a choice, and her mind is maturing.

It's just a painting time, at most an hour in exchange for her to be able to do what she wants to do quietly and focused, and enhance her inner strength, why not?

When painting, Ye Xi's eyes were full of him, Gu Beicheng naturally enjoyed this process, recording his appearance one by one, sooner or later one day he would be deeply imprinted in her thoughts, no longer face to face, and he would draw him with both god and form.

Ye Xi had relatively space, and on the eve of the end of the month, he agreed with Qiao Qiao to try on the dress, and decided to attend the engagement banquet at the beginning of the month.

On this day, when she walked out of school after class, when she was about to call Qiaoqiao, an "old acquaintance" smiled and nodded at her, successfully preventing her from dialing her mobile phone number.

Café.

"Ding, ding-" Two pieces of black coffee with sugar in a row, Ye Xi stirred slowly, waiting for the sweetness to dilute the bitterness.

Zhou Fei stared at the liquid swirling in Ye Xi's coffee cup, and suddenly, he smiled coldly, revealing more self-deprecation, "Since you drink black coffee, you have to put so much sugar, it's really a lot of overseas Chinese affection." How could my cousin and I lose to a woman like you? ”

Ye Xi was not annoyed, and still kept stirring the coffee at a uniform speed, "What does black coffee and I have to do with you, and what does my overseas Chinese relationship have to do with you?" The light voice carried a touch of sharpness.

She was able to sit here face to face with Zhou Fei today because of Zhou Fei's words - for the sake of me coming back from sweeping the grave for my cousin, let's talk.

How long has it been since I saw Zhou Ying? In fact, it's only been a year at most, but it feels like it's been a long, long time, and the picture of memory is a little blurry.

On the day she was abused by Gu Beicheng, she heard Zhou Ying's voice for the last time.

There are too many reasons to hate Zhou Ying, starting from being designed to push Gu Beicheng, betraying their friendship, and then framing and rekindling Zhang Yinan's old relationship...... Step by step, she did think about Zhou Ying's retribution.

But when she spread out the news of Zhou Ying's death, her heart was touched.

"Since it's so far-fetched, you can drink something else, why don't you drink milk tea obediently?" Zhou Fei seemed to be unwilling and had to compete.

Ye Xi took a sip of the cup, the bitterness still overpowered the sweetness, but he smiled, "I like it, can't I?" I don't care if it's far-fetched or miserable. ”

Zhou Fei was shaken by the bright smile and drifted away, and returned to two or three years ago in a trance, they stayed up all night together to open a studio, tired to the point of crying, but they were also crazy happy.

"That's all you want to say, I don't think there's any need to waste any more time."

Ye Xi's voice pulled Zhou Fei back to reality, and seeing Ye Xi get up to leave, Zhou Fei subconsciously reached out to pull her, "Wait." In an instant, the hand flickered away again.

They can't go back.

"There are some things I can't tell you directly, because I still want to live." Zhou Fei sighed and said in a deep voice: "But, can you think of who did my cousin's death?" ”

Ye Xi was slightly stunned, and the name of three words immediately appeared in his mind.

That invincible man, how can he be allowed to be tricked and designed, so Zhou Ying's death is inseparable from him.