Han Jixing was lying on the soft black bed, and the white light from the mobile phone screen reflected on his expressionless face. The fifteenth time he slid to the same phone number on his phone, his thumb resting on the green dial key, he thought about it and returned the phone screen to the desktop.

It's been more than half a month since that engagement ceremony. Although he and Wen Chen regained each other's contact information, they had no contact.

He suddenly remembered something, got up and got out of bed, walked to the desk, opened the desk cabinet, and flipped through it and soon found a photo album. That's all the photos he took during his last trip to Japan. He turned back page by page, but his eyes did not stop on the beautiful scenery until he turned to the one he wanted to see the most.

He paused, a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the photo in the album.

It was he who took pictures for Wen Chen in front of Kamakura High School. Wen Chen in the photo is shy, gentle, and clean. Yes, it's clean, just like the blue sky in the background in the photo, without any impurities and no haze.

After staring at the photo for a long time, Han Jixing suddenly felt like an underage high school student at this time, restless and tossing and turning.

"Childish." He sneered and lay back into the large soft bed, followed by a sense of loss that slowly eroded his internal organs.

After saying goodbye to Wen Chen in Kamakura, he did not return to China immediately like Wen Chen, but went to several places in Japan.

During the journey, he carefully thought about whether to get engaged to Tang Jiali. Perhaps because of the fatigue and fatigue of the journey, he hardly thought of Wen Chen, and it was only when he visited other temples that he thought of the woman who worshipped in Kinkakuji Temple with a quiet face.

So, he tried to be like her, praying to the gods to give him clarity.

After returning to China, he began to expect Wen Chen to contact him, and he looked at his phone more and more often, worried that he would ignore a certain text message or a missed call, but there was no one.

He regretted it a little, why didn't he go and ask Wen Chen's contact information earlier? Why do you have to mention it when you say goodbye?

Then, he gradually gave up waiting for Wen Chen's news. He comforted himself that it was just a stranger he had met by chance on a journey, that there was nothing special about it, and that the other party had not taken him to heart. Because only in this way can he make up his mind to accept the marriage arranged for him by his stepmother. At least the marriage looked good.

It's just that he didn't expect that meeting again would be in such an embarrassing and ridiculous scene.

It's like a god who saw through his impiety and played a joke on him.

The ringing of the mobile phone in the quiet room is particularly clear.

Han Jixing's eyes lit up, and after picking up his mobile phone and seeing the caller's name, his eyes returned to calm.

"Hey, Zhu Baiyang, what kind of wind is blowing today, you actually called me?"

The person known as Zhu Baiyang didn't answer on the other end of the phone, but only joked: "Young Master Han, congratulations on your engagement, I had something to do that day, and I couldn't come on a business trip, so I didn't see you as the groom's officer." ”

"Your grandson speaks to me well, can you?"

Hearing that he was called a grandson, Zhu Baiyang laughed instead of being angry, and continued to joke: "How angry it is to be engaged to the daughter of the Tang family, it seems that you kid can win the favor of her Miss Tang." ”

"Don't talk to me here, I don't know your little bit of fancy intestines, you tell me what is going on, otherwise I'll hang up."

"Don't don't, Young Master Han, it's not like you've just gotten engaged, first of all, I would like to congratulate you. That's right, I didn't run a fashion magazine recently, and I need to find a model to take a few wedding photos for me, no, I thought of you. ”

"You spend your own money to find a model and a photographer to help you shoot, isn't it over, and I can be used too?"

"Take wedding photos, your family is not professional, wedding dresses and gardens are ready-made, then I don't have to bother to find them, but I have seen several models, and I really didn't find a suitable one."

"And what do you want?"

"Be literary," Zhu Baiyang continued to add, "Don't look for those plastic surgery awl faces, I've seen those cookie-cutter faces in the past few days." ”

"That's it, but I can't help you in vain, haute couture wedding dresses, garden rent, professional photographers, these are all ......" Han Jixing didn't finish speaking, and Zhu Baiyang understood what he meant.

"All prices are based on market prices."

"The market price is not enough, I can give you an eighty-fifty discount."

As soon as Han Jixing's voice fell, he heard a clang on the other end of the phone, as if something was broken. Immediately after that, a shrill female voice scolded over there, and Zhu Baiyang persuaded a few more words: "Forget it, forget it." ”

Han Jixing asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Zhu Baiyang said: "My maid accidentally dropped the teapot and spilled the tea, and my mother was teaching her a lesson." ”

"It's just a teapot thing, can't you just buy another one, and make such a big fuss?"

"The main thing is to spill all the tea on the painting that the old lady just bought a while ago, and she doesn't know how to explain it to the old lady later."

"It's okay to buy another one, as long as it's not a famous painting by Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, etc."

"That's not true, the old lady doesn't know what unknown little painter bought the painting, but the old lady likes it herself."

"Generally, the painting will have the artist's signature, you go and see it, and then buy one and give it to the old lady."

"Then I'll take a look, it seems to be called Wen, Wen Chen."

When Han Jixing heard Wen Chen's words, he chuckled in his heart, and then had an idea in his heart.

Han Jixing asked, "Where did you buy this painting?" ”

"I don't know, the old lady bought it, she just knew."

"What about the old lady?"

"Went for a walk."

"When she comes back, you can ask me for the address, and then tell me."

"Okay, okay. Hey, no, I said why do you want an address? ”

"Help you find a model."

Han Jixing immediately hung up the phone.

Follow the Changfeng Road of lush French plane trees on both sides of the road until the end, and then turn right into Ziwei Road. Han Jixing parked the car in the painted parking space, got out of the car and crossed the zebra crossing to the other side of Ziwei Road, and after walking for a short time, he found Wen Chen's studio, "Little Creek".

He stood outside for a while, leaning against a leafy tree on the side of the road, lighting a cigarette, as if he was struggling with something, until he finished the cigarette and threw it in the garbage can, and then pushed open the door of the "creek" and entered.

He heard a pre-recorded, emotionless "Welcome", and then saw Wen Chen sitting not far away drawing. Her face was facing the door, and a strand of hair was hanging down her ear, but she didn't care, just stared at the painting in contemplation.

"Wen Chen." Han Jixing took a few steps closer and called softly.

Wen Chen, who was thinking about where to start with the next stroke, heard this familiar voice and turned his head in surprise, only to find that Han Jixing was standing not far away looking at her.

"You...... What are you doing here? ”

"Aren't you welcome to me?"

Although Han Jixing said this, he was free to wander around the small studio, stopping and fiddling. When I see something that interests my eyes, I push my glasses and take a closer look. His myopia is not very serious, so he doesn't wear glasses much on weekdays, but today he wears a pair of frameless silver wire glasses. From Wen Chen's point of view, he looks like an industry expert who looks at paintings.

"I'm asking how you found this place? Don't tell me I entered this store by accident and found out that it was me. I don't believe that. ”

Han Jixing was holding a pottery artwork, and when he heard her say this, he couldn't help but laugh: "I was going to say this, but since you finished saying everything I had to say, I had nothing to say." ”

Wen Chen was silent, but watched behind Han Jixing as he fiddled with the things in the store.

Seeing that Wen Chen was silent, Han Jixing took the initiative to speak: "I naturally have my own way to find this place, and I can always find acquaintances to help me in S City." ”

"Then what are you doing here? Hey, be careful not to break it. Wen Chen reminded Han Jixing, who was fiddling with a glass product in front of him.

"Come buy something and keep it at home."

Wen Chen didn't believe it, seeing Wen Chen's suspicious look, Han Jixing laughed again, but he didn't continue to sell Guanzi, and said directly: "Actually, I want to ask you for a favor." ”

"Help? How can I help you? ”

"I need a wedding model, and the requirement is temperamental and literary."

"But I'm not literary at all."

"You don't study art, girls who study art are quite literary, I think you are quite suitable."

"I'm not going." Wen Chen simply rejected him.

Han Jixing asked, "Why?" ”

Wen Chen replied to him: "I just don't want to do it, I'm not suitable, it stands to reason that you should have a more suitable candidate." ”

Of course, Han Jixing has a more suitable candidate than Wen Chen, a professional model with rich experience, and the photographer's requirements can be met one by one. But he didn't find Wen Chen to find a model, it was just out of his own selfishness. But he couldn't tell the truth to Wen Chen.

"I think you're a good fit, you don't have to give me an answer so quickly, you can go back and think about it. Also, I will pay you more than the market average, and I sincerely invite you. ”

"Since you're so sincere, buy a few things and go."

"Is it discounted?"

"When art is sold to capitalists, it is only at a markup, never at a discount." She smiled at the corner of her mouth.

Wen Chen accompanied Han Jixing to choose for a while, she felt that Han Jixing's taste was very unpredictable, she liked classical style and modern style, and even abstract art he could appreciate.

When Han Jixing left, Wen Chen didn't send him away, just like he was an ordinary customer, and said "thank you for visiting" to him after settling the bill.

Han Jixing took a painting and two pottery sculptures from "Little Stream". That painting was painted by Wen Chen when he had nothing to do, so it was not very delicate, and the lines were very rough. It was rolled up by Wen Chen and placed next to a pile of framed paintings, which happened to be seen by Han Jixing. He wanted to buy it, but she wouldn't sell it, but he had to buy it.

"This painting is not for sale."

"Why don't you sell it if you put it here?"

"I just don't want to sell it."

"But I'm just interested in this painting."

"If you have to ask for this painting, I won't give you a cheaper one, or by size."

"Whatever it takes, I'm going to buy it anyway."

In fact, that painting was a self-portrait painted by Wen Chen in her spare time, but the more she painted, the more impatient she became, and in the end she made a hasty decision.

As dusk fell and the sun was about to sink, Wen Chen pulled down the roller shutter of his studio. The setting sun stretched her shadow very long, like a shadow puppet show on the ground, and she stepped on her own shadow and slowly returned home.

The house was empty, and Zhao Ying had not returned. Wen Chen went to the refrigerator to get a piece of beef and vegetables, and went to the kitchen to wash his hands and cook.

When night replaced dusk, Zhao Ying returned.

"Wow, it's so fragrant, Chenchen, you cook by yourself tonight. I knew I wouldn't be on the radio and came back from dinner. ”

"Do you want to eat some, then? How much I cook rice, that is, I only fried one beef and one green vegetable. Wen Chen was eating, he didn't go to see Zhao Ying, his eyes were staring at the TV series that was being replayed.

"Forget it, I still don't eat so much starch, so as not to get fat, let's eat some fruit."

Zhao Ying sat on the sofa, picked an apple from the fruit bowl, and watched the soap opera with great interest.

After an episode of the TV series was broadcast, just in the interval between advertisements, Wen Chen took two mouthfuls of food, hesitated for a while, looked at Zhao Ying and said, "Zhao Ying, I'll discuss something with you, you can help me get an idea." ”

"Uh-huh, you say, I'll listen."

"It's that someone asked me to be a wedding model, I refused at the time, and he said to give me time to think about it slowly, and now I want to consult your opinion."

Zhao Ying asked vaguely while chewing on the apple, "What about the reward?" ”

"It's pretty high, according to him, it's above the industry average."

"Then why don't you go?"

"But I ......"

"Chenchen, didn't you say that your uncle and aunt have been in poor health recently and need money to see a doctor and take care of their health? Recently, in order to send money to your family, you have worked so hard every day to go out early and return late, you don't earn this money in vain, and you can also buy more nutritional products for your uncle and aunt after earning this money. ”

"But ......"

"Don't come and go, if you're worried, I'll go with you. By the way, I haven't asked who the person looking for you is? Is it reliable or not? Why did they find you? ”

Zhao Ying's series of questions made Wen Chen a little confused, and she didn't know how to answer Zhao Ying.

Is it a regular friend, or a friend you met while traveling?

Is it that he is the owner of a washed-out business card, or that he is the fiancé of the classmate who emailed her last time?

Wen Chen thought about it and didn't know how to answer, and finally chose to give it all under Zhao Ying's straight eyes.

Wen Chen told Zhaoying how she met Han Jixing, how she met Han Jixing twice in Japan, and how Han Jixing was a well-cultivated rich and beautiful son.

"It turns out that he is the owner of that business card, so what about later, how did you meet again?"

Wen Chen sighed, and told Zhao Ying about the incredible encounter at the Tang family's engagement ceremony, which made Zhao Ying sigh again and again.

"I always thought that S City was not big, there were acquaintances everywhere, and two strangers could find an intersection as long as a third person was inserted, but I never expected that the world was so small."

Wen Chen asked, "So, should I promise him or reject him?" ”

"It's up to you, since you're sure he's reliable, I don't think it's okay to go, after all, he pays a lot, and you're in need of money."

"Then I'll think about it again, but then again, you promised that if I want to go, you will accompany me, and you will not be allowed to deny it when the time comes."

"Okay, as long as I don't go to work, I'm very happy to accompany you, and I also want to meet that person named Han Jixing."

That night, Han Jixing, who was tired of playing mobile games in bed, received a text message from Wen Chen. The text message was very short, only four words, but it made his joy come to him spontaneously, and his tiredness disappeared.

She said, "I promise you." ”