In his own room, Xing Lan began to come up with his own ideas. Xing Lan liked painting, but the difference was that his paintings were all based on artistic conception. He used his own thoughts and ideas as a form of art to face the public. Xing Lan liked art because to him, art was perfect. However, it was also because of this interest that Gao Wei and the others jokingly called him a painter. To Gao Wei and the others, everyone was working hard for money and living a realistic life. In Gao Wei's words, Xing Lan was like a child. His way of thinking was very childish. Xing Lan would never refute anyone's words. Xing Lan felt that there was no need to.
The door was gently opened, and Ya Bin walked into the room with a smile.
"I'm still drawing."
As he spoke, Ya Bin approached Xing Lan to look at his work.
"Hehe, it's nothing. I'm just playing around and came to see her.”
Xing Lan put away the pen and paper, indicating for Ya Bin to sit down. Ya Bin would pick Jing Han up from work every day, so Xing Lan would not be curious that Ya Bin would still come here so late at night.
"Yeah, I just got back."
Ya Bin looked at Xing Lan's work and did not turn around to respond to Xing Lan's words.
"How is it? Did you get anything?”
He turned around and looked at Xing Lan. Yabin asked about Xing Lan's works.
"What harvest? It was just a joke. I just debuted, so I don't dare to compare myself to those real artists.”
As he spoke, Xing Lan lit a cigarette and handed one to Ya Bin. Ya Bin did not take it. Ya Bin said that Jing Han did not like men who smoked. Xing Lan did not insist and lit it himself.
As he spoke, the door opposite him opened. The two girls had changed their clothes. Xing Lan looked at the two girls at the door. Yuxuan was wearing a red short-sleeved shirt and a pair of tight jeans that reached his calves. Jinghan was wearing a white t-shirt and a short skirt. The two of them were about the same height. Xing Lan looked at Jinghan's eyes a few more times. She was very charming. When she smiled, she looked very similar to his second sister. If others knew what Xing Lan was thinking, they would definitely laugh their heads off. Because in the past four to five days, even though they were only separated by a door, this was the first time Xing Lan had seen the faces of the two girls. His first impression was that Yuxuan was very thoughtful, while Jing Han had never spoken in front of Xing Lan, giving Xing Lan the impression that she was a very quiet little lass.
"Let's go and have a meal together."
Ya Bin got up and motioned for Xing Lan to go out for dinner. Jing Han and the other two were waiting outside the door.
"What time is it? You guys go ahead. I'm not going.”
As he spoke, Xing Lan looked at his watch. It was almost eleven o'clock.
"Let's go. We have nothing to do anyway."
Ya Bin insisted.
"You guys go ahead. I won't be going. It's time to sleep.”
Xing Lan said.
"Are you really not going?"
"You guys go ahead. Gao Wei and I have already eaten.”
"Okay, go ahead. Let's have dinner together when you have time.”
After Ya Bin finished speaking, he brought the two girls and left. Xing Lan closed the door and continued with his idea.
In the past few days, Xing Lan's life had been repeating the story from yesterday. Every day, he ate, slept, and painted in a small house that was less than ten square meters. From the beginning to the end, Xing Lan had never felt a trace of loneliness. In Xing Lan's words, he was used to it. Born in the 21st century where fishing vessels were complicated, Xing Lan had once seen a sentence that made people think deeply: He had to learn to interact. A life without interaction was a flaw. He had to learn to be independent. He couldn't stand loneliness. If he couldn't live without others, it would be a disaster.
Xing Lan didn't admit that he was a person who lacked social connections because his work and experience were a form of communication. At the very least, he wouldn't feel awkward with anyone he was with. He felt that it was very normal for him to be independent because life had forced him to interact independently since a long time ago.
The next night, Ya Bin brought Jing Han and Gao Wei to the square. Yu Xuan had to go to work, so he did not come. Perhaps it was because the weather was too hot, but Xing Lan wore a white t-shirt. Xing Lan had never been willing to be naked in front of others, because on his left arm was an uncolored spirit fox head. This was all of Xing Lan's memories and symbols in the guild. Xing Lan did not want to talk about his past, so once he was naked, he would definitely use "concealer" to cover it up. However," concealer " wasn't real skin, so if one looked closely, there would be a lot of lewdness.
"Hey, let's go dance."
The few of them walked together. Jing Han pointed at the people dancing on the stage and suggested happily. After interacting with them for a short period of time, Xing Lan realized that his understanding of Jing Han was so laughable. This was because in Xing Lan's eyes, she was like a " living treasure ". She did not know how to tire herself out when she was fooling around. She would also say something that would make people not know whether to laugh or cry. When the few of them were together, Xing Lan would rather believe that the quiet Yu Xuan was the boss.
"Xinglan has left."
Gao Wei reminded him and followed Ya Bin's footsteps. Xing Lan did not move. He had been watching the children in the square playing with the flying bamboo without any worries.
"Hey, Xinglan, come here."
While Xing Lan was thinking, Gao Wei called out from the side.
"Why?"
Xing Lan said as he walked towards Gao Wei and the other two in confusion.
"Come, teach us how to dance."
Gao Wei didn't say anything. After Jing Han finished speaking, she stood beside Xing Lan.
"Tell them I can dance.”
Looking at Gao Wei, Xing Lan was a little flustered and exasperated.
"Didn't you come to the square to dance?”
Gao Wei looked indifferent.
"You bastard."
Xing Lan was really a little mad. The 16 steps were the basic dance steps, but that was a group dance. If one were to individually talk about it, it could only be considered walking.
"There's only sixteen steps, there's nothing to learn.”
Looking at the expectant Jing Han and the other, Xing Lan explained.
"It's fine. I'll learn the basics first."
Jing Han looked indifferent.
"Alright, you guys watch…"
Xing Lan introduced them to the basics of dance steps.
"Is that so?"
Ya Bin looked at his feet and asked if Xing Lan was correct.
"Aiya, that's not right. It's like this, right?”
Jing Han pushed Ya Bin away and signaled Xing Lan to look at her.
"Yes."
Xing Lan had no choice but to admit that Jing Han was indeed a fast learner.
"What's next? How do we go?"
Looking at Xing Lan, Jing Han's eyes were filled with anticipation.
"No."
Xing Lan replied.
"No."
Jinghan's tone was filled with disbelief and her voice was very loud.
"Um."
Looking at Jing Han, Xing Lan rubbed his nose awkwardly and was speechless for a moment.
"So this can also be called dancing.”
Jing Han walked to the side with a disappointed expression. Xing Lan did not know whether to laugh or cry because he felt that Jing Han was too emotional.
"Let's go back. Yuxuan should be back by now. I still have the key.”
After staying for a while, Jing Han suggested to go back. Hearing this, everyone agreed. At the beer stall on the side of the street, Xinglan, Yabin, and the others found a seat and sat down. Jing Han asked for a bottle of fruit orange. Not long after, Yuxuan also got off work. This place was very close to the bus stop. Yuxuan saw Xinglan and the others as soon as he got off the bus.
"Yo, you're back."
Gao Wei got up and teased Yu Xuan as he walked towards his group.
"So what if I come back?"
Yuxuan put down his bag, walked around Gao Wei, and sat beside Jing Han. After spending a few days with him, Xing Lan could tell that Yuxuan was very wary of Gao Wei and would always keep a certain distance from him.
"How much money can you get if your work is successful?”
Ya Bin asked about Xing Lan's painting in a serious manner.
"Yes, painter. If you really become famous, don't forget us.”
Xing Lan had yet to reply to Jing Han before he teased her. After he finished speaking, he smiled to himself.
"What fame? This is just a hobby.”
Xing Lan replied.
"You haven't found a job yet?"
Yuxuan, who was at the side, held a skewer in his hand and asked about Xing Lan's work.
"How can I find a job if I don't have enough fun?"
Before Xing Lan could reply, Gao Wei spoke up.
Xing Lan only smiled at Yu Xuan's question. He did not tell anyone that he would be going to Shandong in two days. During this period, Xing Lan exchanged contact information with the few of them. Xing Lan asked for the two girls and Yabin's qqs. Xing Lan had two qqs and only told them one of them. That was the qq that Xing Lan used to express his feelings. Xing Lan did not know the people inside. Of course, Xing Lan did not explain to the few of them because in Xing Lan's eyes, they were all his passersby. Whether they could meet in the future was another matter.
It was already late at night. Ya Bin and Gao Wei went straight back to the company because the two of them still had to go to work. Xing Lan was thinking about whether or not he should go to Shandong. Because there were too many memories that he did not want to mention. Jing Han and Yu Xuan were jumping around in front. Perhaps they were used to Xing Lan's silence, the two of them did not pay attention to Xing Lan behind them.
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