The afterglow of the setting sun skimmed over the corner of the window frame, silently handing over the world to the night.

"Smack!"

The lights were turned on, and the situation in the room suddenly appeared clearly in the eyes of the two.

It was a small room, temporarily used as a grocery store, with folded chairs stacked against the wall, a fireplace and a few sofas nearby.

The rest of the place was cleaned up and nothing was piled up.

And in the open space near the door, there was a broken oil painting, a plain canvas, half-covering its remaining corpse.

Zuo Yu squatted down, checked the edge of the frame, and gave an accurate conclusion.

"It's cracked!"

"Sorry......"

Wei Min's voice was a little low, and he was silent for a while before continuing:

"I don't know when this painting will be exhibited, but if I can delay a bit, maybe someone will be able to fix it." ”

She didn't say anything...... Just asked me to move the painting here temporarily. ”

Saying that, Zuo Yu touched the edge of the broken frame again, "Even if it is exhibited as a finale, it will only be a few hours, and it will be too late to have time." After all, all of her paintings are going to be auctioned in the evening. And now it's sunset......"

"Try it, maybe it's possible!"

After saying this, Wei Min also squatted down after him. Reaching out and tugging at the canvas that covered it, he wanted to see the damage.

"If it's just a broken frame, it should be quick to change it, as long as the inside is ...... Inside......"

“……”

Wei Min's voice stopped, and Zuo Yu, who was squatting on the side, was also suffocating his breathing, and his face, which had been maintained, suddenly collapsed, and a trace of redness surged from the depths of his neck to the top of his head at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then he turned his head in an instant, reflexively took back the canvas on the side, and covered it up!

"Bai Su!"

The name of a certain immeasurable female artist was suddenly spit out viciously from his mouth.

This is really terrible, no wonder God mysteriously put the painting in his own hands, and secretly repeatedly asked him to take the painting here and hide it.

At this point, he finally understood.

This painting obviously originally wanted to be exhibited, but it was only because there were too many domestic fans outside, and I was afraid that it would not affect well, so I temporarily changed my mind and asked him to put it away!

The question is, can such a painting be exhibited abroad without domestic fans?

This shameless female rascal!

Wait, Zuo Yu suddenly realized another problem.

The lights are dark, and evening is approaching. In a room where there was no one and clutter was piled up, he was holding a painting that was obviously misleading.

The important thing is that the painting is still Wei ......

He can't get himself confused about what he's going to do with his paintings, right?

Thinking of this, Zuo Yu suddenly turned his head again, and hurriedly explained:

"I, I...... It's ......"

"Lily!"

“……”

A slightly low, faint voice suddenly appeared in the quiet room.

Zuo Yu's words suddenly came to an abrupt end, and then his whole heart suddenly sank.

At this moment, Wei Min was recovering from a serious illness, and his eye sockets were still deep-set, and he looked at the painting in front of him attentively, even if it still covered the canvas, but his vision seemed to be able to pass through everything and see the content inside.

The light of the crystal lamp above his head fell on his face, casting half a shadow, which made his entire face more beautiful in an instant.

At the same time, a name came out of his mouth again, "Lily!"

“……”

Zuo Yu, who followed Bai Su for three months to film, naturally knew clearly that this was a character in the play that had just been completed.

Seeing Wei Min like this, a trace of panic suddenly crept into Zuo Yu's heart, and he hurriedly called his name softly.

"Wei Min. ”

It's just that at this moment, he seems to be immersed in this painting with his whole heart, and he completely ignores Zuo Yu's call!

He slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the painting, his movements were gentle and gentle, as if he had touched the love of his life.

Then he grabbed the canvas and tried to open it again.

"Wei Min!"

An eager low cry suddenly resounded throughout the room, and Wei Min stopped the movement in his hand, and saw the two overlapping hands in front of him in his eyes with his head down.

"Wei Min, you are Wei Min, not Lily!"

Zuo Yu took his hand, looked at his eyes with a serious face, and kept repeating this sentence clearly and clearly. It's just that there is a rush and anxiety in the voice that cannot be concealed.

Wei Min was slightly stunned, as if he had heard this, then slowly raised his head, looked at Zuo Yu in front of him and smiled softly:

"I know, I'm not Lily, I'm Wei Min. ”

“……”

At this moment, Zuo Yu only felt that his head was dazed for a while, and the whole person fell from mid-air as if he was in free fall.

Wei Min wouldn't have spoken like this, nor would he smile like this, let alone have such a gentle and hurt gaze.

"You're Wei Min!"

"Well, it's Wei Min. ”

Wei Min responded to him again, and then lowered his head, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Can you let go of your hand? It hurts a little!"

“…… I'm sorry. ”

Zuo Yu reacted at this time, he was too anxious just now, and he used a slight force in his hand.

"I want to see this painting?

"No, you can't!"

Hearing this, Zuo Yu suddenly became anxious, and quickly refused without hesitation.

This painting seems to be a psychological suggestion, and Wei Min just glanced at it and it became what it is now.

If...... If he was allowed to watch it for a while, would he no longer be Wei Min?

"Why?"

"No, you can't!"

Hearing this and refusing without hesitation, Wei Min's whole person suddenly became even more depressed, with a hurt look in his eyes!

Seeing this gaze, Zuo Yu's whole heart was lifted again.

How, how so?

The painting is absolutely unbelievable, but at this moment, he is like a bubble that will burst at any moment, and if he doesn't do something, he may really disappear in the next moment!

"Wei Min!"

Zuo Yu called him softly again, and then leaned forward.

Outside is a feast of crowds and artistic exchanges, with a pair of paintings with strong ink and strange compositions, which sparked bursts of discussion and exclamation!

At night in Copenha, the sound of water flows quietly, and the moon rises into the sky at the beginning of tomorrow.

Together with the sparkling city night lights, it forms a silent painting.

It is said that time is a healing medicine, but it is also possible to get deeper and deeper.

Looking at Zuo Yu, who was close at hand, Wei Min's entire pupils shrank, his eyes widened, and his breathing was chaotic.

"Bang!"

“……”