Ye Huang stared at Zhang Che in front of him with burning eyes. The latter was also startled by his focused and serious eyes.
"I'm afraid it's too late for us to go there now."
"Why?"
"Think about it, she's here for sightseeing, she can't stay in one place forever."
Zhang Che's words woke up the dreamer. Ye Huangguang wanted to find Dugu Xiaoxuan where she had appeared before, but he forgot one important thing.
Dugu Xiaoxuan must have come to Xiangshan to relax and cannot stay in one place forever.
Sitting down again with some frustration, Emperor Ye asked, "Are we destined not to meet each other?"
When he didn't hear the news about Dugu Xiaoxuan, Ye Huang didn't realize how important she was to him, so he comforted himself in his heart that she was just a confidante and didn't need to worry about her too much.
But when the half of Zhang Che's face appeared on the drawing board, the shock was like five thunders hitting the head, which suddenly made Ye Huang's heart tighten.
The emotion that had been accumulated for a long time but could not be released was like a flood, submerging the dam that Ye Huang had built with lies before and had no resistance.
A person's emotional sublimation for another person often only takes a moment. If Ye Huang was still in a state of hesitation and hesitation before seeing Dugu Xiaoxuan in the painting, then at which moment he understood
own heart.
He knew what he needed and why he chose to avoid it.
Isn't the purpose of life in this world just to live a happy and carefree life?
Why can Qin Yue, Chen Yan, and Jiang Yan accept it themselves, but they can't accept Dugu Xiaoxuan?
Ye Huang sat in his seat with his head lowered, asking himself again and again, what on earth was he avoiding, and what was he worrying about?
But here, Zhang Che also sat down.
"If you don't see it once, you will always see it. The most important thing is to persist!"
"You don't understand my things..."
With a chuckle, Dugu Xiaoxuan was hiding from him. Ye Huang knew this very well. In the past three months, he had quietly sneaked around Dugu's old house, but he never saw Dugu Xiaoxuan.
This shows that Dugu Xiaoxuan never came back.
I'm afraid the only reason for not going home can be explained by not wanting to see him. After all, Mr. Dugu is nearly ninety years old, and Dugu Xiaoxuan is her only relative in the world.
"I don't understand, but love is actually the same thing. If you are two people in love, and you miss her, she will definitely miss you too. Isn't it?"
"If I guess correctly, you should have this kind of relationship, right?"
After taking another sip of mineral water, Zhang Che asked with a smile.
"You have only been in love once, how come you act like a lover?"
Upon hearing Zhang Che's words, Ye Huang raised his head and seemed to feel a little more cheerful.
"I'm not a lover, I just observe too much. This is Xiangshan, one of the most famous scenic spots in Yanjing. Many couples come here every year to take wedding photos, and there are also many ordinary discounts.
I've been here for nearly half a year. Even though I'm a pig, I can still see the subtle differences. Besides, I'm still a human being, so I'm not stupid. Coupled with the look on your face just now, it's not difficult to guess some things.
"
After saying these words, Ye Huang's body suddenly shook, and he had a clear understanding in his heart.
A pair of sharp eyes stared at the impoverished Zhang Che in front of him. He remembered what the old man had said to him: If you want to truly understand the customs and customs of a place and know all the subtle things about a place, you need to find something.
Not the major intelligence agencies, but some of the poorest people scattered in that area. Their eyes and ears were given by God.
At first, Ye Huang thought this old man was talking nonsense, but now it was confirmed by Zhang Che.
In this place of Xiangshan, Zhang Che in front of me is wise enough!
"Never underestimate the ear of a musician or the eye of a painter. I am really stupid to have doubts on such a simple issue."
Ye Huang shook his head, with a smile on his face, "You are indeed a qualified painter."
"Painter? Haha, that's ridiculous. I'm just a poor scholar who sketches from life. I'm the lowest being in this society."
After being praised by Ye Huang, Zhang Che was not very happy in his heart, because these words of praise may be sincere, but they could not change his current situation.
"You must believe that God will favor those who keep struggling, and you should be favored by God."
"Have you forgotten the words of ancient times?"
"What words?"
"After ten years of hard work, no one asked, but once you become famous, you will be famous all over the world! The hard work you have put in and the suffering you have endured have polished you time and time again, making you tough and strong. Success is only a matter of time."
"A question of time? How much time? One day? Two days? Or ten years...twenty years? Ha...I'm afraid I'll starve to death before I succeed."
Chang Che, whose life is full of gloom, no longer has too many illusions about continuing his painting career.
From junior high school to studying painting, to high school and then to university, I studied hard for ten years, but in the end I ended up in the street. Is this the result of my hard work? This is the promise I made to my parents that one day I will become a blockbuster.
Become a world-famous painter?
Zhang Che's eyes were filled with tears, but his heart was bleeding.
"Hahaha, isn't this Zhang Da, the painter? Are you still dreaming about your Spring and Autumn Dream? You still have some self-awareness. If you continue like this, you will indeed starve to death on the streets. How about I introduce you to the job of moving bricks at the construction site?
, two hundred a day is much more valuable than the messy paintings you draw like this."
Just when Zhang Che was still immersed in sadness, an extremely discordant male voice suddenly sounded next to him.
Ye Huang, who was sitting opposite, tilted his head slightly and saw a young man in his twenties who was very fashionably dressed and wearing a pair of sunglasses walking over.
Behind him were several young people of about the same size, who looked like his little followers, and at the back of the crowd was a tall and pretty girl.
It's just that there was too much rouge and gouache, which gave Ye Huang a very uncomfortable feeling.
"Why are you here?!"
Zhang Che stood up suddenly and looked at the young man walking towards him with a look of indescribable anger.
Seeing this scene and listening to the man's words just now, Ye Huang had some guesses about this man's background.
