Chapter 49 The Exhibition is Different
The two of them watched the stars for a while on the top of the mountain. The way down the mountain was difficult to walk on, so Zhu Yanshi stopped and walked along the way until he reached the middle of the mountain and sat on the big rock where he had sat when he went up the mountain.
All the laziness in my body started to kick in, and I had no desire to get up and continue exercising.
Song Zhiyu's physical strength was shocking. On the way down the mountain, he didn't even lift his eyelids, let alone breathe.
The wind blowing from the hillside was mixed with a strong fragrance of pine trees and the lingering sound of insects.
Zhu Yanshi stared at the gauze wrapped around his wrist in a daze, and suddenly kicked a small weed next to the stone.
"You can go down the mountain first, and I'll walk slowly."
"Can't walk at all?"
Song Zhiyu's dark gaze fell on the top of the boy's head.
I saw the furry head nodding rhythmically up and down.
"Now, I can't walk at all."
The air was quiet for a moment, and Zhu Yanshi tapped his fingers on the stones. When he thought the other party might have left, the man suddenly squatted in front of him.
The generous back is facing towards me.
"Come up, I'll carry you."
Song Zhiyu's voice was very soft.
Zhu Yanshi was slightly stunned and pursed his lips.
"Can you?"
With a hint of confusion in his tone, he said, "I'm very heavy."
Song Zhiyu didn't move, but just raised the hiking stick in his hand and swung it back.
"Here."
Zhu Yanshi honestly grabbed two trekking poles and lay on the other person's back without any hesitation, tensing his body as if this could reduce his weight even more.
But these weights were easy for Song Zhiyu. When he was carrying the person down the mountain, he could easily push the person up.
"I have psychological expectations."
"What do you mean?" Zhu Yanshi leaned his head next to Song Zhiyu's head, and the two people's breathing were close.
The body temperature is transmitted to each other, and it is the heat caused by the blood flowing backwards.
In this heat, Zhu Yanshi vaguely recalled a time when he was drunk and the other person carried him on his back, walking step by step towards the hotel where they were staying.
The same was true of the moon hanging overhead at the time. Its cold moonlight spread across the ground, slightly illuminating the way ahead.
But at this moment, my mood is no longer as good as before.
Zhu Yanshi's fingers gripping the trekking pole tightened slightly, and he rested his chin on Song Zhiyu's shoulder.
"Thank you."
The sound was very soft, and my back, which was lying on the ground, suddenly tensed up.
Song Zhiyu walked very fast from halfway up the mountain to the foot of the mountain. When he was almost at the foot of the mountain, he finally heard his long breathing.
Zhu Yanshi had already recovered his strength and was about to jump off the other person's back.
But the man held her legs tightly.
"Don't move."
"I can go on my own."
Zhu Yanshi's voice seemed to sweep across his neck, making him feel a little itchy.
Song Zhiyu resolutely carried the person to the foot of the mountain before putting him down.
"My principle is to finish what you start."
He lowered his head, not knowing what he was looking at, and his eyes deliberately brushed past Zhu Yanshi's gaze.
The light on the roadside was a little dim. The two people walked against the wind to the school gate. Song Zhiyu's car was parked outside the school.
The orange light illuminated a small area of the ground. There were vendors setting up stalls outside the school gate, and a faint aroma of crispy golden fried potatoes wafted over.
Wrap it in plenty of chili powder and take a bite, you will smell an indescribable rich aroma.
Song Zhiyu glanced around and said something.
"Wait here for me, I'll be right there."
After saying that, he turned and ran away.
Before Zhu Yanshi could say no, the other party had already disappeared without a trace.
He stood at the school gate in a daze for a while, then turned and walked to the fried potato stall.
"Sister, I want a spicy one."
A smile lit up the middle-aged woman's face. She raised her hand and gestured thank you in sign language, then took out a large portion of potatoes from the bucket and put them into the frying pan.
The potatoes melted in the oil pan and were covered by the bubbles, disappearing from view.
It only emits a rich fragrance.
Zhu Yanshi suddenly remembered that he seemed to have not had dinner. His stomach growled and he asked the boss to add another serving of fried potatoes.
When Zhu Yanshi saw Song Zhiyu running towards him from afar, he had already eaten half of the potatoes in his bowl.
He looked at the figure of the man blending into the night. The other person was holding something in his hand. As he moved, the bag in his hand gently hit his thigh.
The wind messed up the man's hair on his forehead, and when he walked in front of him, a scent of men's perfume came out.
Mixed with the aroma of food covering Zhu Yanshi's body.
"I haven't had dinner yet. These potatoes are pretty good. Try them."
He handed the other untouched lunch box to Song Zhiyu. He was so tired that he seemed to have no strength to even lift his eyelids, and there was a sense of laziness in his fingers.
"I'll treat you to dinner another day. I really can't run today."
As he finished speaking, the other party took the food box from his hand. When he withdrew his hand, the man's slightly cold fingertips grabbed his fingers.
An indescribable electric current spreads through the body from the fingertips, making the mind clear in an instant.
Zhu Yanshi widened his eyes slightly.
Just when he was about to start thinking about random things, the other person put the food box he was holding on the steps next to him and took out the ointment from his pocket.
"You've been sweating today, let me change your medicine."
Zhu Yanshi's fingertips shrank slightly.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew over, ruffling the strands of hair on his forehead, and his ears were filled with the sound of the wind that kept getting louder and louder.
It brought the hustle and bustle from not far away.
The man lowered his head and carefully removed the gauze on his wrist. He first disinfected the burn on his wrist, applied a thick layer of burn ointment, and wrapped it with special sterile gauze.
The other person's movements were careful and cautious to the point of being almost protective.
Zhu Yanshi frowned slightly.
He took a step back only after the wound on his wrist was treated.
"Thanks."
The voice gradually calmed down, with a hint of distance at the end.
Song Zhiyu didn't say anything, but just threw the garbage in his hand into the trash can next to him, and then handed the medicine box to Zhu Yanshi.
The two men faced each other in a stalemate, and the originally relaxed atmosphere became stagnant again at this moment.
Awkwardness permeates the air.
"What do you want to talk to me about today?"
Zhu Yanshi suddenly spoke, interrupting the silence in the air.
The man opposite stood in the darkness, bent down to pick up the fried potatoes on the ground, and suddenly raised the corners of his eyes slightly.
"I had something to do at school today, and I happened to run into you."
There was a hint of a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Except for anything else."
He paused.
“…Aren’t we friends?”
Zhu Yanshi nodded and a smile appeared on his face.
"A friend."
There was silence again, and then Zhu Yanshi pointed in the direction of the door.
"Then I'll be leaving first..."
Song Zhiyu nodded slightly.
"good."
After they separated at the school gate, both of them consciously did not mention what happened some time ago. That inexplicable emotion became a secret between them that no one wanted to talk about.
During this period of time, Song Zhiyu thought clearly about what he loved in his heart.
He liked Zhu Yanshi.
But he knew that he couldn't make things difficult for Zhu Yanshi just because he liked her.
The other party refused to talk about this matter, which obviously meant that he was not willing to invest in the relationship at this stage.
He didn't want them to make things difficult for each other and make their relationship irreversible, so he could only pretend that what happened that day had not happened.
Song Zhiyu is a smart man. After sensing the other party's attitude, he could only suppress his feelings in his heart.
He is an idiot in love. He doesn't know how to pursue someone, and he even realizes the person he likes only after the fact.
So at this moment, after his emotions caused his entire world to collapse, he needed time to rebuild the entire ruins in his heart.
My mind is full of complicated thoughts, so I can't make the right decision about this relationship.
Song Zhiyu turned around and blended into the night. When he walked to the car parked at the school gate, he suddenly remembered what he was holding in his hand.
He stared at the greasy fried potatoes for a while, then squatted beside the car with an expressionless face and stuffed the potato cubes covered with chili into his mouth.
His face was expressionless, a ruthless chewing machine.
A cool breeze blew, and some dead leaves happened to fall at my feet.
A bit sad...
Zhu Yanshi returned to the dormitory exhausted. After taking a quick shower, he lay on the bed, not wanting to move at all.
The thin man stood calmly beside his bed, his distinct black and white eyes staring at him quietly.
"Are you angry?"
The tone was a little awkward.
Zhu Yanshi didn't even want to lift a finger. He wanted to fall asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. When he was asked this question in a daze, he raised his eyelids.
"I just went hiking."
"I'm not angry..."
The voice fell into the air. After a moment of silence, the thin man spoke again in a whisper.
"Oh, okay."
He stood beside the bed in a daze, somewhat regretting his decision today.
Zhu Yanshi and Yuan Qing have such a good relationship. If he tells Yuan Qing what he said today, how will he survive in the dormitory in the future?
He felt extremely complicated. When he turned around to leave, the lazy voice of a young man floated down from above his head.
"This incident never happened. I won't talk, so just don't reveal it."
Zhu Yanshi opened his eyes with great difficulty, turned his head, and his gaze fell on the thin man's face.
The matter came to an end and became a secret that no one would mention again.
Zhu Yanshi fell asleep quickly, breathing evenly. The thin man was still sitting in the chair in a daze.
As the night deepened, the lights in the dormitory gradually went out, and finally, the entire dormitory building was plunged into darkness...
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The result of a day of exercise is that I slept very comfortably at night. I slept until dawn and saw the sunlight filling the entire dormitory.
Zhu Yanshi's classes have been quite full these days and he has no time to find Fu Qian'an.
As the contract date draws closer, Zhu Yanshi can only place all his hopes on the art exhibition in a few days.
If I don’t succeed, I will die. I must succeed this time.
The exhibition was held at Fu Qi'an's territory, and the factors there were uncontrollable. Zhu Yanshi could only improvise after that day.
He needs to find the right breakthrough that day.
Time flies and it is the day when Fu Qi'an is preparing for the exhibition. His exhibition was outsourced to a team with whom he had worked before.
After providing the location and the paintings to be exhibited, the rest is left to the team to organize.
It was a sunny day when the exhibition was held. The sun shone brightly on the ground, occasionally dancing on the leaves of the tree branches.
There was a warm feeling in my heart.
Zhu Yanshi went to the art exhibition alone with a backpack containing a contract, a water cup and other miscellaneous items.
When he stepped into the art exhibition at this moment, he was holding a mobile phone in his hand and talking to Yuan Qing.
Yuan Qing's flight is tonight. He will return to school tomorrow morning to end his competition training camp.
The results of the competition will also be communicated to each school a week later.
The two chatted casually for a few more words, and then Zhu Yanshi hung up the phone, put the phone back in his pocket, and looked around the exhibition.
The ticket checker at the door looked at the young man standing at the door looking around, and stepped out from the counter with a decent smile on his face.
"Sir, could you please show me your ticket to the exhibition?"
Zhu Yanshi turned his head, stared at the remaining checked ticket stub in the other person's hand, smiled and took a step back.
"I'll make a phone call."
I called Fu Qi'an and roughly told him that I couldn't enter the exhibition. There was silence on the other end for a moment, and then he said something.
"Wait."
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Yanshi sat on the two rows of stone blocks at the door. As soon as his butt touched them, he almost jumped up because of the heat.
When Fu Qi'an came out of the exhibition, he saw Zhu Yanshi covering his butt and grimacing.
He couldn't help but curled the corners of his mouth.
He lifted his leg and moved closer, his eyes subconsciously falling on the boy's wrist which was still wrapped in white gauze.
"Is the burn feeling better?"
Zhu Yanshi raised his hand, turned his wrist in front of the other person, raised his eyebrows and smiled freely.
"Nothing at all!"
As the two of them talked, they walked into the exhibition together.
Fu Qian'an needed to communicate with the celebrities who came to the exhibition and had no time to care about Zhu Yanshi's exhibition experience.
After arranging someone to take care of him, he left in a hurry, leaving behind only his upright back.
There are many exhibits at the exhibition, and they are dazzling. Hanging on the walls, the colors are bright and bold.
Many people stopped for this.
Zhu Yanshi could not understand the paintings, nor could he understand the flowery comments, so he asked the staff following him to go about their own business first.
He sat on the sofa in the corner, observing the busy work of the staff around him, and a man who followed Fu Qi'an closely.
The staff member following Fu Qi'an was wearing a well-fitting dark blue suit and had a work badge hanging around his neck, which allowed him to direct the staff inside the museum to which direction to go to complete their work.
It can be roughly determined that this person is the manager who takes over the contracting cooperation.
Most of those who have reached this position have dealt with celebrities in the painting world and have met many talented painters with various quirks.
Naturally, I also understand Fu Qian'an's personality. He seems cold, but he is actually easy-going, but he is a big boss with mysophobia.
He won't take it too seriously if you take advantage of him occasionally.
So while following the whole process, you should be smart enough to pass on the next part of the conversation the moment the words fall, so that the conversation can remain in a more harmonious state.
And keep a certain distance from Fu Qi'an so as not to make the other person feel uncomfortable.
Zhu Yanshi had been observing Fu Qian'an's attitude. He was actually not very opposed to the manager's actions.
His eyebrows were only slightly wrinkled, but it wasn't the kind of discomfort that made every cell in his body tense up. At least he could still adapt.
He actually doesn't reject such services.
After a long period of observation, Zhu Yanshi finally got some useful information.
Fu Qi'an doesn't dislike this kind of service, so he should not be opposed to cooperating with me. Then what is the reason for his firm refusal?
This is what he needs to explore when he comes to the exhibition today.
The venue was filled with chaotic crowds, mainly because the leading actor had his eyes wide open, observing the surrounding environment, but he couldn't resist the hypnotic feeling brought by the constantly intertwining figures.
Zhu Yanshi tried hard to stay awake, but he couldn't help but droop his heavy eyelids.
This state of semi-sleep and semi-observation lasted for about two or three hours. He also skipped lunch and stayed there until dusk, when the exhibition closed, when he was finally awakened by a loud noise.
"Don't push! Don't push! Everyone come one by one!"
"Mr. Fu specially provided the autograph session for everyone! It's a great benefit for all the fans!"
"Keep your distance! Don't come near!"
The manager who had been following behind Fu Qi'an suddenly conjured up a set of little bees from somewhere, and his sharp and distorted voice came out of the loudspeaker hanging on his waist.
At some point, a long table was moved behind him to block the door, and outside the door was a long line of fans waiting to see the exhibition.
On the other side of the table was a nicely arranged chair and Fu Qi'an, whose face looked as dark as if ink was about to drip.
He was held hostage by moral kidnapping. To put it nicely, the manager was doing it for the benefit of the fans, but to put it bluntly, it was for his own benefit.
It was not until the end of the exhibition that Fu Qi'an heard that the ticket price this time was twice as expensive as the previous ones.
He does not charge admission fees, and the proceeds from the ticket sales go to the partners who outsource the exhibition.
So in order to increase the ticket price, this time the other party arranged a signing session at the end, but Fu Qian was never informed about this session from beginning to end.
Although he was now particularly disgusted by the dark crowd outside and the smell that made him feel uncomfortable, he couldn't say no.
The manager with the little bee hanging on his head turned his back to Fu Qian'an and was unwilling to turn around to meet his gaze.
The tactics of moral kidnapping continue to pile up.
"In response to the fans' call, Mr. Fu couldn't bear to let them go home empty-handed, so he specifically asked me to plan this autograph session!"
“Thank you so much for your support!”
"This exhibition was hastily organized and only lasted one day. This can be considered Mr. Fu's way of making up for it!"
Fu Qi'an was being held high up. Because of today's art exhibition, he had already accumulated various discomforts in his body, and it happened to have reached the critical point where he could no longer bear it.
He was looking forward to leaving as soon as possible, but at this time, he was forced to stay.
There were people crowding and moving closer to the table, and the smells from their bodies were mixed together in a mess.
The sounds came out in a chaotic manner, hitting the table and making people's heads hurt.
The manager who was busy planning the autograph session ignored him and continued to direct people to line up in the back row with an expressionless face.
Fu Qianan wanted to turn around and leave, but he couldn't really let down these expectant fans.
Just when he was in an extremely awkward situation, a figure suddenly flashed by.
Standing in front of him, catching his eyes, was the bright mint green of his clothing.
"I'm very sorry. Mr. Fu has a severe case of mysophobia. In order to live up to the expectations of his fans, he endured physical discomfort to organize this exhibition."
"Of course, he won't disappoint everyone. You can come here and register with your remaining ticket stubs. Mr. Fu's signature will be mailed to you within three or four days."
"I'm very sorry for the inconvenience this has caused, but I hope everyone can understand Mr. Fu's health."
The young man bowed deeply to the crowd, and with a smile on his face, he escorted Fu Qi'an away.
Squeezing out from the crowd, Fu Qi'an was firmly protected on the other side by the other party, blocking the surging crowd.
Until I sat in the car, all the sounds from the outside world faded away.
The car was very quiet, with the sounds of breathing mixed together. Zhu Yanshi licked his lips.
"I have to sign the autograph. This is the only way to appease the fans..."
Fu Qian'an nodded. He knew that there was no better solution than this one.
The manager who made the decision on his own has already told the uninformed fans that there will be an autograph session. They paid twice the price for tickets, but didn't get what they wanted. There's no guarantee that they won't cause a commotion on the Internet.
The car started and drove away from the area. Fu Qi'an was talking on the phone with a serious expression.
"…I'm not going to accept the settlement and will hire a lawyer to sue that team."
"I'll send you the contract later."
After the phone call was hung up, the man's frown still showed no sign of relaxing. When they were almost at the villa, Fu Qi'an spoke.
"That's why I don't want to cooperate."
The man's dark eyes stared straight at him, and Zhu Yanshi nodded.
"It's understandable. People are selfish and will always make some wrong decisions without thinking for their own benefit."
When the voice fell, Fu Qian was a little surprised. He thought the other party had given up, but the young man's voice came again.
"But I won't."
"I have the ability to solve problems, and I will definitely put you first."
The car stopped outside the villa. The driver was very tactful and got out of the driver's seat, leaving the space in the car for the two people who were talking.
With the car window rolled down, you can see the flowers in the garden swaying in the wind.
Fu Qi'an listened to and watched the light dancing on the flowers outside the window for a while.
"He promised me the same thing before."
"So you think I'm the same as him?"
Zhu Yanshi smiled.
"Now that things have come to this, it all comes down to our relationship. We've known each other longer than you and him, and we've spent much more time together."
"Don't you know what kind of person I am?"
"I have no interest in you. I just want to get the money that the Song Group gave me. Other than that, there's no need for me to damage our friendship."
A warm breeze blew in, and the collision with the cold air in the car created an extremely comfortable effect.
Fu Qian'an didn't say anything, nor did he look at Zhu Yanshi, but just stared quietly out the window.
He could hear the sound of the boy next to him pushing open the car door, followed by the vibration of the car door slamming shut. A moment later, his vision was blocked.
The young man stood by the window, bent down, his eyes bright and shining, revealing a determination that made people unable to help but waver.
"I will go sign a contract with Song Kai tomorrow. After I sign you, I will have the absolute right to speak on your affairs."
"Tomorrow afternoon, I'll come to sign a contract with you. I'll clearly state in the contract that your interests are our top priority. I won't force you to do anything you don't like, and I'll be responsible for all diplomatic matters. You only need to complete the painting. If you violate any clause in the contract, you can take it back and sue me."
The light fell on the boy's face, illuminating the slightly curved corners of his lips and the confidence that belonged to youth...
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