Look at the time, it's time for school to end, and Suo Xìng is casually strolling around the street. Most of the smart merchants decorate their homes with Christmas trees or Santa Claus and hang lanterns, creating a festive atmosphere.

"Sending perfume and cosmetics is too cheesy, and it's easy to misunderstand, after all, it's just a play with that girl, I won't be stupid enough to think that she will really fall in love with me, otherwise I will be considered self-inflicted, and it will be shameful to follow in the footsteps of Dai Wan. Sending dolls, toys, Damn, it's no wonder she doesn't treat me like a fool. Sending video games, comics, and books? Girls like Li Xinghua don't seem to like it, and if they do, they will give it away for nothing. It seems that it is reluctant, at least she likes to draw. ”

Lao Liao walked into a gallery.

The interior is poorly decorated, deserted, and there are no customers patronizing, so it seems that business is not good.

There are more than a dozen or twenty oil paintings hanging on the white walls, ranging in length and width, large and small. Some are landscapes, some are still lifes, some are portraits, the use of sè color, line outline are good, the author's skills [**] can be called superb, but the content is too rigid, without any feelings, naturally there will not be too good works. The list price is also very cheap, ranging from 100 to 300 yuan.

A middle-aged woman with a ponytail and a fresh dress greeted her, with a smile and a smile on her face with tiredness and helplessness about life: "Sir, do you need any services? Our Jennice Gallery not only has excellent works for sale, but also can paint portraits or paintings of any subject and style according to your requirements." "I saw that Lao Liao was dressed like a beautiful son. Very rich and very sāo land-bearing, the female boss thinks that the gold owner is coming, and her words are very respectful.

"I need a painting as a gift, but the work you're showing here is not very satisfying, it's like something off the assembly line, it's very rigid and not very interesting. "Liao Xuebing looks like something, a famous style, "Just look at this "On the Danube", I don't know what you want to express. It seems that the dusk scene is depicted, but a cold sè tone is used, the picture is a little dirty, and it will only make people depressed when they look at it, and they can't raise the idea of buying a collection at all. ”

The business of the female boss is not good, and the gallery is close to the point of closure. Thinking that any potential customer could not give up, he smiled and said, "Dear sir." It's all immature work on the outside, so please come with me inside, and there must be something you're happy with. ”

Turning a door, the inside suddenly brightened, with unfinished works on several wooden shelves, and paintbrushes and paints scattered all over the ground. There was a large pile of picture frames stacked in the corner. It turned out to be her studio.

"Who do you want to give it to, sir?"

"A lovely girl, but you have unfinished works here, it doesn't seem appropriate, right?" Lao Liao felt deceived, and saw that she looked like usual, maybe she treasured something good.

"Is it for love? I have an oil painting that I haven't been able to find a good buyer, and I think you must have a unique eye. The landlady rummaged through the stacks of easels. Carefully taking out a picture frame that was well wrapped in a white cloth, "Please sit down for a moment while I pour you tea." ”

"No, open it up, I hope it's better than the outside. ”

Pulling off the white cloth, Liao Xuebing's eyes shone brightly. Oil on canvas. Surrounded by a dim sky, a crescent moon hangs in the eastern corner. Hazy and charming, a man and a woman sit side by side on the grass, only the backs are visible, and in front of them, the river flows quietly.

The warm scene is revealed through the painting, and the faint feelings of first love come to the face. A very calm feeling, as if the noise and prosperity of the world have left them, leaving only the eternal moon, rivers and love. The painter's perspective is blurred, as if he is both a sad and calm observer and a warm protagonist in the painting.

After just one glance, he could no longer take his eyes off, as if he was about to jump into the painting, and incarnate as the male protagonist. This wonderful painting evokes a strong sense of substitution.

"How much?" asked Lao Liao without replying.

The female boss hesitated a little: "Two thousand, no, no, fifteen hundred yuan, okay? This painting has been painted for three years, and I have worked hard, but it is disappointing that no one can look at it, and I have been reluctant to sell it." However, the gallery's cash flow is not working, and I am sure you must know the goods. ”

"There's a story in the painting, right?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the female boss's eyes, "Yes, your vision is so good." It was a sad memory of meeting the most important person in my life, even though he left me forever. This painting is a memorial to eternal love, and I am willing to sell it because of the unspeakable hardships of life, otherwise I would never have bought it. ”

Liao Xuebing finally looked at this woman seriously: "You make me admire, the painting is full of sincere feelings, and it is not something that ordinary painters can paint casually." It is worth not fifteen hundred, but a hundred times fifteen hundred. I'm wondering, your level is very high, why did you fall into such a field?"

The landlady smiled wryly and said: "I don't have any fame, my work has not won awards in any competitions, this is the most important reason, and the location of the gallery is not right, but the rent of the façade is quite cheap." ”

Outside, the streets are chaotic, resembling a big bazaar, with hair salons, repair shops, grocery stores, and some even on the side of the street

Spread a piece of oilcloth to set up a stall, personnel come and go complicated, maybe there are thugs every other time to pay for protection, it is strange that such a place can have good buyers.

The situation of the female boss touched the kind and charitable Liao Dashan. I didn't have enough money with me, but I wasn't embarrassed, so I made a phone call and asked the housekeeper Terry Hill to send someone to send the money, and said with a smile: "Your gallery business is not very good, have you considered finding another career?"

The female boss shook her head: "I don't know how to learn, I don't know anything except painting, and I can't find a job." ”

The servant was very efficient, and soon he drove a valuable sports car with a box of money, and the brand-new 150,000 yuan bill was placed in front of the female boss.

The landlady panicked: "So much, are you going to buy my entire studio?"

"I've already said it. "Eternal Love Land Commemoration" is a hundred times your offer. Liao Xuebing found a blank piece of paper and wrote his name and said: "If you are not very satisfied with your current life, you can take this note to Yintian Entertainment Company to find the general chairman Lao Langming, and he will let you get a good job." Silver Sky may need a painter to paint covers and posters for their films, records, and records. ”

After wrapping the painting, Lao Liao, who was not very concentrated, wrote on it: "Su Bingyun for me." Originally, I was going to write Li Xinghua, but I kept that name in mind, and I made a mistake in a trance, and I didn't even notice it.

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After tossing and turning outside for two or three hours, the school has already started afternoon classes.

Go back to the office and put the painting on the table. The whole person lay into the chair, kicked his feet, and stretched his waist.

"Hey, Xiao Liao, I can't imagine that you don't have a heart for our Su Da beauty thief. At some point, a large group of people stood by and read the names on the wrapper. With a sound in his mouth, Song Yuhao was still holding a magnifying glass and approaching closely. Just like the local experts in the Gu Xun shop, his eyes widened, and he said, "That's right, the name is Su Bingyun, I am sure of it." ”

"Huh?" Liao Xuebing jumped up and took a closer look. Scared into a cold sweat, could it be that I still have illusions about Su Bingyun, how could I write her name? It is not easy to change it in front of everyone, and said impatiently: "Go back to your seat and sit down, isn't it fun to inquire into other people's privacy?"

At this time, Tulip High School is the first beauty. The art teacher who led countless heroes to bend their waists walked in. She really didn't want to go into this office and see that bad guy, but she taught in the same school, and she didn't look up and look down, and there would be some intersection in her work. It's something that can't be avoided. No, for a list of students in an art interest class. Gotta run over again.

"Teacher Su!" Song Yuhao didn't know what kind of nerve to make, and shouted: "Why are you free in our office today?"

This eats the bad guy in Xiaohuangdi! Su Bingyun didn't want to pay attention to it, nodded slightly, and said hello.

Song Yuhao called again: "Teacher Su, Xiao Liao just bought a Christmas gift and plans to surprise you." "The Remembrance of Eternal Love" is wrapped in a white cloth, and no one knows that it is an oil painting, but since it has the words "Give me Su Bingyun", it is Christmas, and it is undoubtedly a gift.

Male colleagues who have a good time in any company unit will play tricks on each other, and the school is no exception, Su Bingyun thought they were joking with Liao Xuebing, so Suo Xìng no longer responded, lest they have to make an inch. What's more, it's an uncomfortable topic, and it's easy to think about it.

Everyone felt harmless, Yu Dinglou relied on his identity as the grade director, relied on the old and sold the old, slapped Liao Xuebing's head, and said angrily: "Xiao Liao, why don't you send things over quickly, and ask Teacher Su to come to you in person?"

"My Su Bingyun" was written in black on white cloth, and Lao Liao was full of bitterness and didn't know who to talk to. It's not good not to make a sound, but if you really shout, "Get out of here, this is for Li Xinghua!" He really can't do such a stupid thing.

Su Bingyun's eyes flickered, and he found that there was a piece of beautiful stuff on his table, and everyone was shouting desperately, it didn't seem like a joke, and his heart began to beat wildly.

At the same time, Liao Xuebing's heart was also frantically turning his thoughts, the words on the white cloth were written very clearly, everyone was staring at the excitement, if he didn't send it, he would become a joke; if he sent it, if Su Bingyun refused again, then he could jump off the third floor.

Su Bingyun pretended not to hear the shouts of his colleagues, walked to Teacher Yang, who needed a list of interest classes, and thought nervously: "If he is really sincere, should I forgive him?" But why is he with Li Xinghua?"

Absentmindedly handed over the list and talked about a few students with development prospects, Su Bingyun, who was usually methodical, actually did not match the preface and the afterword, and frequently made mistakes, saying that the students in this class were the students of that class, and the oil paintings were Chinese paintings. Teacher Yang was inexplicable, and thought that Jiang Feng and others instigated Liao Xuebing's words made her angry, and said, "Teacher Su, don't care, Teacher Jiang, they are not very serious like this." I can make their after-school work a little more relaxed with these students, and appropriately reduce the make-up time to cooperate with your work. ”

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