Ding Zhicheng hurried back to Renyi, looking at Director Xia pushing his bicycle, smiling and talking to the master in the canteen.

"Director Xia, Director Xia......" Ding Zhicheng was a little stumbling in a hurry, "Jiang ...... Xun ......"

"Ah, tell me, what's wrong with him?" Director Xia immediately asked, seeing what was going on like this, "Don't worry, speak slowly." ”

Xia Dao's son Xia Gang also came to Renyi to pick up his father today, and the father and son plus the master of the canteen surrounded Ding Zhicheng in the middle.

"Xunzi, I bought a painting, ......" Ding Zhicheng knew that he couldn't let too many people know about this, it was more than 60,000 yuan and more than 2,000 paintings, not to mention how everyone evaluated Jiang Xun's behavior as a loser, more than 60,000 yuan alone was enough to attract attention.

"Oh-" Director Xia's expression was obviously relaxed, "Well, not bad......"

Not bad?

"Yes, I mean it's very good, you think, although Zhou Ping is the eldest young master, he doesn't have a copper smell on his body, but he should have some calligraphy and painting smell...... A person who is immersed in the world of calligraphy and painting must always have some young master's bookish spirit, a clean temperament, and a good Xunzi, so that he can play Zhou Ping well......"

Hey, what's this?

Director Xia is immersed in the play, Ding Zhicheng is almost anxious, Director Xia is all over the way to find the advantages of Jiang Xun, "Director Xia, I bought paintings, I bought more than 2,000 paintings!" ”

oh

Xia Chun finally realized the seriousness of the matter, not to mention how much more than 2,000 paintings cost, and where to put these 2,000 paintings is a matter.

"Xunzi has a courtyard house of his own." At this time, Ding Zhicheng had to tell the truth to Director Xia, he glanced at Xia Gang who was waiting on the side, and he was so anxious.

"Hey," Director Xia calmed down, "Then why didn't you persuade him at the time, until now, I bought everything, and besides, can I return the art museum, besides, it's not like I don't go out and do my job, it's good to buy paintings......"

Director Xia rode away, his idea was very simple, an eighteen-year-old young man had so much money in his hands, it was not a good thing, and if he bought a painting, he couldn't make a sin, a good thing, a great thing.

"Hey, how else to say it, these two people fell in love," looking at Ding Zhicheng's helpless face, Xia Gang came over and put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Sometimes, I feel that I am not biological." ”

"I also feel that your old man is not like your father, but like Xunzi's father......" Ding Zhicheng muttered.

"How do you say it," Xia Gang became energetic when he heard this, "Xunzi's notes, my dad personally corrected them, and he had to change them even if he didn't sleep at night, and sometimes he wrote more than Xunzi...... That day, I went to Sijiwan to eat barbecue, you didn't see it, Xunzi moved my father, look at me, I hate iron and steel......"

……

The art museum is finally going to send the painting, this is really a secret, the fewer people who know, the better, Jiang Xun informed Ding Zhicheng, he didn't tell Yang Zhe.

But Yang Zhe still came, she didn't know that Jiang Xun had bought so many paintings, she was here to show Jiang Xun her hair.

The woman is the one who pleases herself, and she wants Jiang Xun to see it for the first time when she is so big.

Although it is only permed, it has a little more charm than Yang Zhe, who usually combs his ponytail.

"Beautiful." Jiang Xun didn't speak, and Ding Zhicheng took the lead in praising him.

Yang Zhe smiled, she took out a wind chime from her satchel and silently tied it to the elm tree.

"What's the matter, I usually can't see it, but Xunzi can think of you when he sees the wind chimes?" Ding Zhicheng made a joke about her.

Yang Zhe's face turned red again, she didn't have so many ideas, but this courtyard was too quiet, and she wanted to add some sound to this courtyard.

Wind chimes are tied to the branches, and the breeze blows, pleasant, crisp, light, like the sound of nature.

A bell ringing is as delicate as a silk thread, giving people a sense of tranquility and warmth. If their voices can be expressed by human emotion, they must be soft, tactful, and cheerful.

For a long time, everyone listened to the wind chimes like this, and no one spoke.

"I've got the drawing, where are you moving to?" It was the staff of the museum who broke the silence in the courtyard.

"Here, all move to the north wing." Ding Zhicheng was busy leading people inside, and only Yang Zhe and Jiang Xun were left in the courtyard.

"You're all ...... Bought the painting! Yang Zhe didn't know what to say, so he didn't say it.

"What's the matter, you don't persuade ......" Ding Zhicheng came out, Jiang Xun went in, and he made Yang Zhe happy.

"I feel good, as long as I like it." Yang Zhe looked at the wind chimes and said nothing.

Hey, Ding Zhicheng felt that he was jumping up and down, and he was redundant.

But it didn't matter, when they arrived at the small restaurant at the mouth of the alley, the three of them asked for food and wine, and Ding Zhicheng drank too much.

"Brother Ding, if you have something in your heart, if you have something, just say it, and the big guy will give you an idea." Jiang Xun didn't want him to drink anymore, so he had to pedal his bicycle back to Renyi, it was not good to go back to the dormitory after drinking high.

However, it is obvious that Ding Zhicheng is not in high spirits, but this gloom is hidden under his happiness.

"I, I just feel useless...... Ding Zhicheng's voice lowered, "I can't sleep well, I'm a person who is about to run three, nothing happens, nothing happens......"

A person who is running fast for three, he doesn't have a girlfriend yet, he doesn't have a house, and he is still poking a big pole in human art, Jiang Xun has played Zhou Ping, Wu Gang has also played Zhou Chong, and Wang Gang has played Lu Dahai, these are all their classmates in Class 85.

He also wanted to act, but he remembered Teacher Zheng Rong's words: Zhicheng, you don't like the teacher's words, judging from your image, you are not tall and complete, not a cream student, and you are not even the best candidate for a harlequin. You, wait until you're 40 years old to find a chance, at least you have experience at that time. ”

"At the age of forty, the cucumber dishes are cold." Ding Zhicheng snatched the wine bottle from Jiang Xun's hand and poured himself a full glass, "You two said, what kind of life am I living!" ”

Fortunately, Jiang Xun shared his tens of thousands of yuan, otherwise he would be even more uncomfortable these days. The uncomfortable thing is that he can't see hope, whether it is on the stage or in life, even Jiang Xun spent 60,000 yuan in a row, and he feels that he doesn't have the courage.

……

People live for hope.

Ding Zhicheng couldn't see hope, but Jiang Xun saw the hope of appreciation of more than 2,000 paintings, and Yang Zhe saw the hope of tomorrow's life.

Yang Zhe was a little excited, but clamored to continue drinking, her alcohol was too bad, Ding Zhicheng jokingly poured her half a glass of liquor, she drank it, and it was high.

Looking at her, Jiang Xun had an urge to protect her out of thin air.

In this year, people are terrible, she can't live in Dongchang Hutong, Jiang Xun can only send her home.

At night, there were not many pedestrians on the streets, and when an Audi passed by, the young man in the car looked at the young man and woman outside, "Stop." He recognized the young woman as her sister.

"You're Xiao Jiang, right?" Yang Zhe's brother got out of the car, Jiang Xun

I already recognized him, no way, the two brothers and sisters look too similar, "Come into the house and sit down?" As he spoke, he had already taken Yang Zhe over.

"Don't sit down, it's late," Jiang Xun apologized, "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have let her drink so much." ”

"You're drinking two pots?" Brother Yang Zhe suddenly laughed, "My sister, when have you ever drunk liquor......"

"Big brother, goodbye, I'll go back first." Jiang Xun waved goodbye. “

"Jiang Xun, don't go, I'm going to Dongchang Hutong......" Yang Zhe raised his hand dimly, and leaned towards Jiang Xun again.

Brother Yang Zhe smiled, "This is our home,...... Well, Xiao Jiang, you've known each other for a year," he looked at Jiang Xun, "It seems that we really should have a good chat, you wait, I'll let the car send you." ”

Jiang Xun was not hypocritical, and went directly to Yang Zhe's brother's Audi.

When Yang Zhe's brother came home and settled his sister, he breathed a sigh of relief and complained to his mother, "My sister, the first time I drank liquor, I didn't let the family go, and I had to follow the family back to Dongchang Hutong......"