Chapter 35
Xing Zhao drove for almost three hours. In the first hour, Wei Ge asked Xing Zhao where he was going, but Xing Zhao refused to answer.
In the second hour, Wei Ge sat in the passenger seat and ate two bags of potato chips. The more he ate, the further Xing Zhao drove, straight onto the highway and away from the city.
In the third hour, there were no tall buildings on both sides of the road. There were only trees, forests and lakes and mountains. Wei Ge had the answer in his mind.
This is to take him out to collect folk songs.
When painters are having trouble creating, they usually like to go out and see nature to free their minds, and perhaps they will get new inspiration.
Xing Zhao is a very considerate person. Of course, Wei Ge has known about Uncle Xing's meticulous care for a long time.
Wei Ge rolled down the passenger window, and the air outside blew in. The smell of grass and trees, the damp smell of the lake water that came through the air, and the touch of the wind really made him feel a little sober and comfortable.
The grass in the distance rustled in the wind. Looking further away, there was a small two-story house with red bricks and white tiles. It looked a little familiar.
However, many pictures on the Internet, including some houses in paintings, look like this. It looks like a very standard villa that appears in people's descriptions.
Even elementary school students probably use this color scheme to draw houses as homework.
"Uncle Xing, don't we need to take anything with us when camping?" Wei Ge turned his head and looked at the back seat of the car. Although there were snacks and drinks that Xing Zhao usually prepared for him.
But there was no tablecloth or drawing board.
I always feel like something is missing.
Xing Zhao turned to look at Wei Ge: "It seems you are looking forward to camping?"
He has never been interested in this kind of thing of spreading a tablecloth outside to eat and drink, but Ji Zeyu likes to do this, and he often finds some friends to go camping outside together.
At the beginning, Ji Zeyu would call Xing Zhao. He went camping so frequently that he invited Xing Zhao very often.
Refuse once, refuse twice, but don't refuse a third time.
At the beginning, Xing Zhao would go to Ji Zeyu to show his support. After all, they were good friends, and their relationship was different from others.
Ji Zeyu is a very stubborn person. If you refuse him once or twice, it's okay. But if you keep refusing him, he will swarm around you like a fly and say all kinds of things that you don't give him face.
Ji Zeyu is one of the people in this world who can make Xing Zhao do something he doesn't like.
During that time, Xing Zhao was fed up with the hassle, so he went camping with Ji Zeyu twice, but it was really boring.
Men and women get together, drink and chat, bask in the sun, and play some meaningless games.
Xing Zhao usually did not participate, but later a few people who had something to ask of Xing Zhao joined in and came to discuss business with Xing Zhao while Ji Zeyu was eating, drinking and having fun.
Later, Xing Zhao simply refused and issued an ultimatum to Ji Zeyu.
Don't invite him to such boring activities in the future.
Ji Zeyu also knew that he was in the wrong. Some of those people were brought by other people. He was the one who sneaked in without screening and found a small boss who had ulterior motives against Xing Zhao. Ji Zeyu did not do his job well.
Since then, Ji Zeyu never invited Xing Zhao to join camping again.
"I haven't been to camp yet. My senior invited me before, but I wasn't in school, so I didn't go. It was quite a pity."
Wei Ge is very interested in this kind of thing. Although he is not very sociable, he is still eager to participate in some activities.
"Xu Zhou?" Xing Zhao turned his gaze back to the path ahead and asked intentionally or unintentionally.
Xing Zhao, a student at Luda Academy of Fine Arts, couldn't remember names, but he did remember Xu Zhou.
It’s not that his name has any special meaning, it’s mainly because this guy appears too often. I feel like I see him every time I see Wei Ge at school.
A little too attached to my own children.
Xing Zhao still remembers him vividly.
"Yeah, do you still remember my roommate's name?" Wei Ge was bold and nodded directly.
Xu Zhou has been sending him messages frequently recently, but not as frequently as before.
Wei Ge didn't want to tell Xu Zhou what happened at home. He knew that this senior cared about him, but he and Xu Zhou were not very familiar with each other after all. If he told him, he would probably make excuses for him.
Wei Ge always feels a lot of pressure because of Xu Zhou's concern.
I don’t know why, but Wei Ge only feels happy when Wei Xingzhao cares about him.
"It would be great if we could fly a kite. The air and grass here are perfect for flying a kite."
Wei Ge closed his eyes and felt the wind blowing in from the window. The weather was neither too cold nor too hot. Staying in the room painting all day might indeed make his mind closed.
"Okay, then I'll take you flying a kite next time."
Wei Ge opened his eyes and saw Xing Zhao looking at him. His voice was very gentle, even gentler than the first night he met him.
"Okay, let's fly a kite together next time."
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It was not until the car stopped that Wei Ge realized that the place they had arrived at was the house he had just seen in the distance.
The structure of this house looks very strange when viewed up close. The paint is very colorful. From a distance, it looks like alternating white and red colors, but when you look closely, you can see fine patterns painted on it.
Wei Ge had never seen this kind of pattern before. It didn't look like the work of an ordinary painter.
"Isn't this camping?"
Camping has turned into a villa vacation.
"Is this your house?"
Wei Ge asked two questions in a row. Xing Zhao reached out and straightened the wrinkles on Wei Ge's clothes. He had just sat in the passenger seat for so long that the marks on his clothes were very obvious.
"No, I'm taking you to meet a friend."
After saying that, Xing Zhao reached out to tidy up Wei Ge's hair. Wei Ge's hair was slightly curled up. Xing Zhao combed it for him with his hands, took a step back and looked at Wei Ge's current style with satisfaction.
Before the two could knock on the door, the door of the villa was pushed open from the inside.
Wei Ge turned his head and saw the man in the villa wearing silk pajamas that only reached his thighs. He was wearing nothing underneath. There was not a single hair on his legs, and his hair was slightly long and looked like it was naturally curly.
The man was very handsome. Even though he wore a pair of black-framed glasses, one could still see his almost brown and shiny eyes behind the lenses.
If Xing Zhao's usual attire was too serious, then the man in front of him was almost a completely different world from Xing Zhao.
He is so casual, so casual that if you see him on the street, you will feel that this world is his living room.
But of course, he was in his own living room now and of course he was free to wear whatever he wanted.
When he saw Wei Ge, the man was stunned for a moment, then his gaze turned to Xing Zhao standing beside him.
"Your child has grown up so much?" the man asked. His voice was very inconsistent with his appearance. He spoke with a strong northern accent. When he smiled at Wei Ge, Wei Ge felt a little disconnected.
"I'm not married, so where does the child come from?"
Xing Zhao replied, reaching out and patting Wei Ge on the back: "This is Zhang San, call him Uncle Zhang."
"Uncle Zhang." Wei Ge spoke obediently, but still felt a little disconnected when he said it.
Facing such a young and handsome... man, he called him Uncle Zhang as soon as he opened his mouth, and his real name was Zhang San.
"Hey, hey, hey, stop calling me that. I'm still young, don't call me old." Zhang San turned to look at Xing Zhao, "What do you mean, Old Xing?"
"He calls me Uncle Xing, so isn't it normal for him to call you Uncle Zhang? You seem older than me." Xing Zhao was calm. He pushed Wei Ge straight towards the villa and naturally took out slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them to Wei Ge for him to change.
They seemed to be very good friends. At least Wei Ge could see that Xing Zhao was very familiar with this family.
She can even joke with the man in front of her without changing her expression.
"Just call me brother, that's what everyone outside calls me." Zhang San leaned against the door and watched the two people changing shoes, his expression calm. "Although I am old, I am young at heart. Your Uncle Xing is old at heart, but I am different from him."
After changing his shoes, Xing Zhao turned around and looked at Zhang San. Zhang San smiled at Xing Zhao and walked straight into the kitchen.
"What do you want to drink? I'll get it for you."
"Drink some water." Xing Zhao turned his head and glanced at Wei Ge, who was about to open his mouth but closed it again.
He didn't really want to drink water, but Xing Zhao had already spoken.
Of course Xing Zhao could see that Wei Ge didn't want to drink water, but he had just gulped down a large bottle of soda while eating potato chips in the car.
No more drinks.
Xing Zhao didn't say anything in the car, but he remembered it silently and made a note to Wei Ge that "it is not advisable to drink any more beverages today."
Wei Ge and Xing Zhao sat on the sofa. Wei Ge looked around at the decoration of the villa. This man named Zhang San had a very good artistic aesthetic. The furniture and even the paintings in the room were very design-conscious.
There are several paintings on the wall, almost all of which are works by famous artists in the circle, with various styles, and they are not very expensive.
This shows that Zhang San is not a so-called art collector. What he values is the artistic value of the goods, not the external money.
Zhang San placed two glasses of water on the coffee table and turned to look at Xing Zhao. "Would you like to introduce yourself?"
"My friend's child is a freshman at Luda Academy of Fine Arts this year, studying painting." Xing Zhao spoke simply and turned to look at Wei Ge.
Wei Ge immediately understood the meaning in Xing Zhao's eyes. He was not completely ignorant of the ways of the world. "Hello, brother. My name is Wei Ge."
I don’t know if it was these two words that made Zhang San feel good or what, but he leaned back on the sofa with his eyes narrowed and a smile on his face, his long legs crossed. Since his pajamas were too short, he always felt that this posture was not very good.
"Drink by yourself, just treat it like your own home. I'm very familiar with your Uncle Xing and have known him for several years, so I won't treat you."
After saying that, Zhang San gulped down half a glass of water.
It does look familiar.
"I've told you before, have you figured out what to do?" Xing Zhao picked up the glass of water and handed it to Wei Ge. He didn't touch the other glass of water in front of him, but looked up at Zhang San.
"Think about it, this kind of thing is not a piece of cake for me?" Zhang San smiled, stood up and patted Wei Ge's shoulder, "Weiwei, right? Come with me."
Wei Ge was stunned. He put the water on the sofa, stood up, followed Zhang San through the long and narrow corridor, and walked straight into the door of the room at the end of the corridor.
Zhang San pushed open the door and made a gesture of invitation to Wei Ge.
Wei Ge walked into the room. Because the door was too small, Wei Ge subconsciously thought that this was a room of the same size as his studio.
But this room was almost like another living room, with its walls covered in dozens of densely packed wooden-framed paintings.
In addition to the walls, there are countless paintings on the ground. However, perhaps because there is no space on the walls, the paintings on the ground are piled up randomly.
In the middle of the room is a huge drawing board, on which is a newly completed painting.
A deep blue sea appeared, and a rich golden color broke through. The golden light spread out, as if it was going to swallow up the entire sea area, and in the middle of the golden light was a touch of black.
In the lower right corner of the painting, there are three words written: Yamajiekou.
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