Chapter 3: 05. We will definitely meet again

  The cat endured hunger and saw a couple walking from afar, the man casually threw her a banknote, then stood with the woman under the shade of a nearby tree.

  "Have you heard? There's going to be an exhibition at 8pm in the Xijin City center tonight. It's said to be organized by a world-renowned artist." The boy stretched out his hand, "Do you want to go take a look? I bought two tickets."

  "We've already broken up, so please leave me alone." The girl hugged her book and turned her head to the side, not even looking at the ticket in his hand.

  "Can't you give me another chance? Can't you forgive me?" The boy frowned and tried to persuade her.

  "I'm leaving." The girl said, and was about to leave. The boy involuntarily grabbed her hand, she shook it off, and the two tickets quietly floated down in the sunlight.

  He was slapped in the face, turned sideways, and couldn't say a word anymore.

  "Take care of yourself." After finishing speaking, the girl left and the boy also left, leaving only the two movie tickets still lying alone on the ground.

  Art exhibition? Cat Ni repeated, involuntarily walking to the place where they just quarreled, picking up one of the tickets. The theme of the art exhibition is: She painted Cat Ni.

  Is it Meizi? Isn't that her name? She seemed to have foreseen something, and her fingers involuntarily trembled slightly.

  Host: Bule

  Blue... She recognized this name, she had seen it before, on the painting he gave her, it couldn't be wrong, the one who opened the exhibition, must be Wei Chi, must be him!

  The cat blinked its dim eyes, stuck the ticket to its chest like it was a treasure, and finally kissed it lightly on the lips. I knew then that we would meet again, definitely would.

  At half past eight in the evening, the sky was deep and far away, like a dark bottomless abyss. The starlight was like crushed diamonds scattered at random.

  "Mr. Wei, as far as we know, your exhibitions have been very successful every time, and it's not easy to achieve this at the age of 16. Can you tell us where your creative inspiration comes from?" Several reporters surrounded a young man who came out from behind after they finished admiring his artwork, with camera flashes occasionally illuminating his handsome face.

  Wei Chi stroked his flaxen hair, a warm smile lingering on the corners of his lips, like the winter sun shining through the white clouds and onto his body.

  "Actually, inspiration can be found everywhere in life. It's not that extraordinary."

  "Then there's your recent work "Cat's Eye View", which won the first prize nationwide. What was the situation like when you created it? Can you reveal a bit?"

  "I actually never thought I could win an award, during that period of participating in the competition, I had no inspiration at all."

  "What about this painting?" the reporter asked in puzzlement.

  "Because at that time, I thought of a person, when I went to find her, someone told me she was no longer there, they handed over her things to me, and then, I got this painting back. Well, I say so you may not understand, but... roughly it's like that."

  "Hmm..." The reporters all nodded in agreement.

  "So... should be no problem, right?" Yu Wei Chi asked with a smile, his brown eyes curved into a gentle arc.

  "Ah, that's all, thank you." The female reporters were shocked and covered their mouths, shaking their heads. The male reporters, on the other hand, were secretly speculating about the story behind his words and couldn't think of any questions to ask for a while.

  A man in black suit waved at Wei Chi from a distance, smiled and nodded to the reporter, then walked through the crowd towards him.

  "Sam, what's up?" He said, stretching his arms and complaining, "I'm exhausted lately."

  "There was just a little beggar who kept making trouble to get in, the security guard didn't let him, and they had an argument at the door. I took him to the back. Do you want to go take a look?" Sam stopped him, adding, "Pay attention to your image, there are still reporters in the back."

  "Got it." He helplessly rubbed his hair, "It seems that I don't know any little beggars..."

  "I'll get rid of her then."