The time of the city

Chapter 116 Yes, I Love Her

In mid-December, the weather was getting colder. When I opened the window, a biting cold wind blew in my face. In the distance, a few crows were chirping on the branches, which was particularly harsh.

As the end of the semester neared, all the art department classes were scheduled for the mornings, and Mo Yu had gone into hibernation mode. But even though she didn't want to get up, Ni Jiamu pulled her out of bed.

Even when I sat at the dining table, I couldn't open my eyes. This perfectly illustrates the saying that my body is on the chair, but my soul is on the bed.

"Xiaoyu, go to bed early next time and don't chat with Nanfeng so late." Song Fei held her head and whispered in her ear.

"Ah?" Mo Yu closed her eyes and tilted her head, unable to hear what Song Fei was saying.

Ni Jiamu brought out breakfast and saw that Mo Yu was still in a trance. "Xiao Yu, eat breakfast and stop shaking your head."

"Brother, I want to sleep and don't want to go to school." Mo Yu lay on the table with a painful expression.

"I'll help you wake up." After saying that, Ni Jiamu placed his hand, which was as cold as ice, on her neck.

Mo Yu, who was lifeless just a second ago, suddenly jumped up from her chair and said, "Brother, your hands are so cold. I've been dead for three days and your hands are still not as cold as they are."

"Don't talk nonsense. I haven't seen you so sleepy before. Do you have a cold?" Ni Jiamu said as he was about to touch Mo Yu's forehead.

"No, no, no, brother, your hands are so cold. I can't get up because... I'm reviewing." She secretly decided that she must not chat with Nan Feng so late tonight.

"You can't review so late. You can't get up every day lately. How about I go to school for you?"

"Is it okay?" Mo Yu looked up with surprise.

Ni Jiamu put an egg into her bowl and said, "You're dreaming. Don't stay up late anymore."

"Xiaoyu, can you tell me where the gallery where Hecheng works is? I want to return the coat I borrowed from him last time."

"It's on Jingxing Street. You can take a taxi. It's called Yujia Gallery. It's very eye-catching."

"Then I'll go first. You guys take your time eating." Then Song Fei took her coat and went out.

Mo Yu sucked the last sip of soy milk into her mouth and picked up the bag beside her. "Brother, you don't have to send me off today. Brother Qiao Mu will take Xiao Xiao and me to school."

"Then wait a moment." Ni Jiamu put down his chopsticks and ran upstairs, holding a scarf and gloves in his hands when he came down.

He took the scarf off Mo Yu's neck and put the scarf in his hand around her. "Wear this one, it's thicker."

Mo Yu touched the fabric and found it was indeed much thicker than what she was wearing. "When did you buy this, brother? It looks great."

Ni Jiamu put his hands behind his back and said, "I knitted it. I saw some female employees secretly knitting scarves at work, so I asked them to teach me. I still have some yarn left, so I knitted a pair of gloves."

"Thank you, brother. I will take good care of it. I'm leaving now."

Song Fei got off the car at Jingxing Street. At a glance, all she saw were posters of Xiao Hecheng. After walking a few steps, she saw the eye-catching sign of the gallery.

She pushed the door open and went in. Maybe because she came too early, there were only a few employees in the store.

"I want to find Xiao Hecheng," she said to the front desk.

"Miss, do you have an appointment? Painter Xiao is famous, and many people want to meet him. You can't just meet him whenever you want."

"I'm his friend, you can call him and ask."

The receptionist nodded and made a phone call. About half a minute later, she hung up the phone with a much better attitude than before.

"Miss, Painter Xiao will be here in a while. You can go to the lounge and wait."

After thanking him, Song Fei walked around the gallery. Most of the works on display here were from Xiao Hecheng. She touched each work with her hands, as if this would bring her closer to him.

More and more people like him. She used to love him despite being separated by thousands of people, but now she loves him despite being separated by thousands of people. Song Fei really can't tell which one is closer to him.

Qiao Mu drove the car to the school gate. Lin Xiao jumped out of the car and walked towards the school with Mo Yu in her hand.

"Wait a minute," Qiao Mu rubbed his hair, "Hey, Xiaoxiao, I won't go back tonight."

"Where are you going?" Lin Xiao played with the ball on her scarf and looked at Qiao Mu in the car window.

Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids slightly to hide the darkness in his eyes. "I'm going home." Then he raised his head and smiled brightly. "No one bothers you anymore. You are unhappy."

"But the weather forecast said it would snow tonight. Didn't you say you wanted to watch it together?"

"Don't you have Mo Yu to accompany you? I really have something to do."

Lin Xiao was immediately furious. "You don't keep your word. Go to hell, Qiao Mu. You deserve to have a long nose." After saying that, she pulled Mo Yu into the school angrily.

Looking at the girl's stumbling back, he smiled helplessly and said, "When will this temper change?"

Just as I was about to start the car, my phone rang. It was a WeChat message from Ni Jiamu: "Next time you need a delivery, I'll deliver to yours. I'll deliver to mine."

"Childish" then started the car.

As soon as Xiao Hecheng stepped into the gallery, the receptionist pointed in the direction of the lounge and said, "Your friend is waiting for you inside."

Xiao Hecheng nodded and walked towards the lounge. Song Fei heard the voice and turned around. A tall young man in a suit and tie was walking towards her. His eyebrows were handsome and cool, and his eyes were so bright that they could make people's heart palpitate.

"He Cheng, now you're here, I've looked at all your paintings, they're really good."

Song Fei came here after dressing up carefully, exuding the indescribable charm of a mature woman. She has the face of a pure girl, but her eyes are full of charming light.

Xiao Hecheng avoided her gaze and asked calmly, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to return the clothes you lent me last time. Here."

Xiao Hecheng took the clothes and said, "Well, I have something to do, so I'll leave you first." After saying that, he immediately stepped out without stopping.

"He Cheng, can't you just talk to me? I asked the staff and you have free time. Can't you just stay with me for a while?"

Xiao Hecheng stopped, his eyebrows and eyes were gloomy and cold, and his long eyelashes cast a dark and unclear gloomy color on the corners of his eyes, which reminded people of the dark and unclear sky during the plum rain season. His whole body had a kind of noble and almost morbid beauty.

He was thinking about how to bridge the distance between him and Song Fei. He knew what she thought of him, but he couldn't give her a response, so he didn't want to give her hope again and again.

"no"

"Why? If it was Mo Yu, would you stay with her? Do you like Mo Yu?"

"Yes, I love him." Then he left the gallery.

Song Fei stood there in a daze, her calm eyes dancing with scattered sparks like sparks struggling in the ashes, flickering several times before finally turning into dust.

She had thought that Xiao Hecheng liked Mo Yu, but she didn't expect him to say it without hesitation, as if he was discussing the weather.

She had heard people say that love was the eternal driving force for people to live, but she never believed it. She grew up in the pity, pity, and bullying of others, and these, like love, could serve as nutrients for her growth.

But it wasn't until she met Mo Yu that she realized that people could live so happily. It turned out that she also longed to be loved. Especially after meeting Xiao Hecheng, these desires were infinitely magnified.