JUSTIN TAYLOR WHO WAS A NEW SHINNING STAR OF ARTS IN N.Y. WAS PAINTING IN HIS APARTMENT.
A RINGING FROM THE TELEPHONE BROKE THE SILENCE OF MID-NIGHT.
HE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT IT AT ALL,AND FOCUSED ON HIS NEW CREATION——MISSING.
AFTER KEEPING NOISY FOR A MOMENT,IT STOPPED.THE ENTIRE ROOM WAS QUIET AGAIN.
SOME TIMES LATER...
SUDDENLY HE PUT DOWN THE BRUSH AND LOOKED AT THE CANVAS THOUGHTFULLY.
Justin(看了一眼手腕上的表,已是凌晨一点,露出一抹淡淡的微笑):DONE.
FOR MY 24-YEAR-OLD.
HE WALKED TO THE SOFA,PUTTING HIS ASS IN IT AND PRESSED THE KEY OF TELEPHONE ANSWERING MACHINE.
TELEPHONE:THERE IS ONE VOICE-MESSAGE YOU'V GOT.
JUSTIN WAS EXHAUSTED,CLOSED HIS EYES.
TELEPHONE(BRIAN'S VOICE):...HEY SUNNY BOY,IT'S ME...HOW'S IT GOING...I AM GOING TO NEWYORK TOMORROW...UH...TAKE A VACATION.YOU KNOW I'V BEEN BUSY,SO(局促地笑了两声)——WHATEVER,SEE YOU LATER.
JUSTIN STILL KEPT HIS EYES CLOSED WITH A SOFT SMILE.