hotmtlnovel Chapter 653: The Painter Called Zhou Zuoran
Chapter 653: The Painter Called Zhou Zuoran
"What about this afternoon?" Shen Yao asked this question when he sat down on the chair.
Gu Chaoxi was chewing his food. He looked up and waved his hand.
Pei Yan smiled and said, "Let's talk about it after we finish our nap. Let nature take its course."
It’s not quite true to say that we just let things take their course. The main reason was that there were really no useful clues in the morning.
Now, apart from knowing Shen Liao, I haven't found anything else useful.
After dinner, several people returned to their rooms to rest. Zhang Qingya still stayed in the same room with Shen Nianbai.
However, Gu Chaoxi woke up not long after he slept. When he was thinking about things, he seemed unable to sleep for a long time.
She got out of bed, washed her face in the sink, then opened the door and went downstairs.
It did not alarm Pei Yan and the others.
Going to the first floor and entering the coffee shop, Zhou Jie was sitting behind the bar, bored, with a cup in his hand. From a glance, he could see that there was still some unfinished coffee in the cup.
"Give me a cup of coffee." She walked to the front of the bar, sat down on the high stool, and placed her hands casually on the counter.
Zhou Jie looked up and saw her, as if he came back to his senses.
"Okay, what do you want to drink, cappuccino?"
"Well, I don't really like very bitter things." She nodded with a smile, raised her left hand to support her chin, and tilted her head to look to the other side.
Sitting by the window was a man wearing a beret. His hair looked a little naturally curly and his face looked a little weathered.
As for age, it’s hard to estimate, but I can be sure that he is over 25 years old.
Because he didn't take good care of himself, there was stubble on his chin, and he looked like he hadn't slept well for several nights.
What attracted Gu Chaoxi was probably the fact that he was holding a large drawing board in front of him. The man was also holding a charcoal pencil in his hand and was looking out the window from time to time.
Perhaps because she had been staring at that place, the man seemed to sense Gu Chaoxi's gaze and turned his head to look over here.
The two looked at each other for about two seconds, and Gu Chaoxi nodded and smiled at him.
The man was a little reserved, but he bowed slightly and nodded at her with a slightly awkward smile.
Gu Chaoxi turned her head and Zhou Jie had just placed the prepared coffee on the bar and pushed it in her direction.
"Here, I added a little more sugar." It can be seen that Gu Chaoxi really doesn't like drinking bitter things, so Zhou Jie just added a little more sugar in it.
She thanked him in a low voice, stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon, and looked up and asked Zhou Jie.
"Do you know the person holding the drawing board over there?"
"That?" Zhou Jie glanced over there, then understood, shook his head and smiled.
"Yes, there are some so-called artists who often come to my shop."
For example, Du Yuzhao can be considered a small artist in wood carving, right?
"That person's name is Zhou Zuoran, and he can be considered a relative of mine. However, he is too dull. Every time he comes, he just paints silently."
Zhou Jie said this as he lowered his head and used a rag to wipe the water that had just splashed onto the countertop.
He didn't like it when water from the sink splashed onto the countertop; even a little bit would make him wipe it up immediately.
Zhou Zuoran is not from this town, he just came here to sketch.
Zhou Jie couldn't quite remember when this person came, but he had been here for quite a long time.
Sometimes he liked to come to the coffee shop in Zhoujie and sit there for an entire afternoon. Every time he held a large drawing board, and no one knew what he was drawing.
Once, when Zhou Jie brought him coffee, out of curiosity, he asked him what he was drawing.
As a result, he just shook his head silently and said that he had not painted anything.
But Zhou Jie clearly saw him start writing.
Out of respect for other people's privacy, Zhou Jie did not snoop into his drawing board when he was away, but he was just a little curious.
Until one day, when Zhou Zuoran was about to leave the café very late, he suddenly said to Zhou Jie: "Aren't you very curious about what I am painting?"
Then he turned the drawing board around to show Zhou Jie.
The piece of rice paper sandwiched on the drawing board was painted black, all over, with no white space left.
He was a little confused and didn't understand why Zhou Zuoran did this.
When I asked him about it, he just smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm a painter, but now all my inspiration has been devoured. How terrible."
Afterwards, he left the cafe in a daze.
After that, Zhou Zuoran didn't come to Zhou Jie's cafe for about two months, and Zhou Jie also lost his curiosity about the contents of his drawing board.
Later, when Zhou Zuoran came again, Zhou Jie didn't ask anything. He just gave him the coffee Zhou Zuoran wanted and let him stay there quietly.
"That's all I know about him. Actually, I don't know much about him. I rarely run into him in town."
Zhou Jie wiped the cup, looked up at that location, and then lowered his head again.
"Yeah, that's it." Gu Chaoxi smiled, took a sip from the cup, then put it down and stood up from his seat.
Zhou Jie took a look and wanted to say something, but didn't say it.
Gu Chaoxi had already walked towards Zhou Zuoran's position.
"Hello." She sat down opposite Zhou Zuoran, then leaned back in her chair and looked at him.
This kind of look is very pure, with almost no impurities.
The person opposite looked up, somewhat surprised as to why this stranger suddenly came over to say hello to him.
However, Gu Chaoxi didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, he just wanted to get to know him.
She raised her hand and pointed to the art gallery outside, with a smile on her face: "I'm a tourist who came here recently. Do you like that art gallery too?"
"Well, I guess so." The answer was a bit ambiguous.
However, Gu Chaoxi felt that the other party's willingness to talk to him was an opportunity.
Knowing the other person's name proves that the other person is related to this plane. As for what kind of connection it is, they need to dig it out.
It seems that this plane is quite interesting.
"Are you a painter?" Sometimes, asking questions with an answer in mind is to better understand the other person's emotions or how they view an event.
Therefore, when Zhou Zuoran lowered his eyes, Gu Chaoxi's eyes also narrowed slightly.
His emotion was a bit evasive, as if this question had opened up a dilemma for him that he didn't know how to answer.
But soon, Zhou Zuoran suppressed this emotion, and when he looked up at Gu Chaoxi, there was a slight smile on his face.
"I used to, but I haven't painted for a long time."
He tapped the drawing board twice and then placed it flat on the table.
There was nothing above.