If I still have a trace of nostalgia for the identity of "Song Kun", it is that I can shout Xuanmeng without scruples: Mom. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I stared at the painting in a daze, my eyes sour as if I was about to shed tears, but Su Tong's "Mom" made me feel terrified, like pouring a basin of cold water on my head on a winter day, freezing to the bone.

Su Tong's crystal tears slipped down her cheeks and landed on her blue dress, instantly blurring a circle of dark water stains, I looked at her blankly, my heart seemed to be pinched by something, and it seemed that it was a little difficult to breathe, my mind seemed to be blank, and I turned my head to look at the painting blankly.

Obviously, it's me and Xuan Meng in the painting, but ...... However, I trembled and stroked my cheeks, listened to the host's mouth shape opening and closing, and said that it was the painting of the late Song family's chairman's wife and her daughter, watching everyone focus all their eyes on Su Tong, who was in tears, and whispered that she was the daughter of the Song family.

The chaotic whispering suddenly became blurred, softer and lighter, and the silence around me was suddenly terrible, I sat there blankly, all the light sources seemed to be gathered on the painting, and the smile in the painting and the overlap in front of the door were together, and I slowly opened my arms and shouted softly: Ah Kun......

"Song Delirium."

The phantom of the void suddenly cracked through countless openings, and in an instant it turned into pieces in front of my eyes.

I took a deep breath and replied to Tang Jiamo's voice still trembling a little: "What's the matter?" ”

"Please Miss Song be sure to take a picture of this painting for me."

Really......

After all, I couldn't help but ask him: "Is this Mr. Tang's fiancée?" After a pause for a few seconds, she turned her head to look at Su Tong, the focus of the eyes of the people in the audience at the moment, and continued: "Mr. Tang is really considerate, is this painting going to be returned to her owner?" ”

The voice was so steady that there was no emotion, but every word that came out made me tremble: "As long as she appears, it must be." ”

At this moment, I very much hope that Tang Jiamo can have the same idea as the general public, and the "she" in his mouth refers to the Su Tong who is crying in front of him.

"It seems that the earlier report is not fiction, Miss Su is indeed your fiancée." As if I wanted to hypnotize Tang Jiamo, I subconsciously wanted to impose this idea on him, and vaguely felt that if Su Tong confirmed the identity of Tang Jiamo's "fiancée", I could completely destroy the small cluster of ridiculous and faintest hopes in my heart and become a real Song delirium.

"The person in the painting is not her." His calm tone stated the facts, not at all affected by my preconceived thoughts, he seemed to explain too much to a stranger, I didn't quite understand why Tang Jiamo's introverted personality would say so much to me today, just like his sudden hug before.

It is true that the person in the painting is not Su Tong, but after today, I feel that Su Tong will become the person in the painting.

He Yue opened a pair of big eyes in surprise, and my calm face was first reflected in the clear pupils, and then turned to Su Tong on the side in disbelief: "You are Nathan's fiancée?" ”

Su Tong's eyes were full of emotions, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he lowered his head and didn't say a word.

Between saying and not saying, giving people infinite conjectures, I suddenly understood what Su Tong wanted to do with such a face, and finally understood what she was doing when she said to Tang Jiamo that she was willing to be Song Kun again.

If it would be nice if she could come back and be "Song Kun" earlier, maybe I wouldn't have let Tang Jiamo hate me so much.

"The starting price of this painting is 1 million, and each bid is 500,000."

I was a little surprised, is this what I mean by planning to pit Tang Jiamo! Aiming at the provocative gaze of Mrs. Gu sitting in the front row, I felt that such a fearless and willful look was really enviable.

There were already people at the scene who asked for the price one after another, but without exception, they were all instantly suppressed by Su Tong, and the price suddenly rose from 1 million to 5 million, I was suddenly a little at a loss, if Tang Jiamo was willing to spend so much money to buy this painting, why should I ask him to give this painting to me, I am not him......

"10 million." Someone at the scene suddenly shouted, a calm voice, followed by the friction of the wheelchair across the floor, I turned back stiffly and saw the person who pulled me into a big dream of the void - Song Ye.

The years have taken away his healthy body, and after hearing that after a small stroke, his legs can no longer go to the ground, but his shrewd and sharp eyes always remind others that he is still a wave chaser in the sea of business.

He slowly came to Su Tong's side, smiled and patted Su Tong's shoulder, his loving eyes seemed to comfort his daughter and give him the strongest backing.

I have lived with Song Ye for 20 years and I have never seen such a look in his eyes, it turns out that he is not good at expressing it, but he is just stingy to show it to me.

I couldn't help but look away, looking at the painting in front of me, and felt what was the point of taking this painting for Tang Jiamo, he had nothing to do with the person in the painting now, what was it to spend so much money to buy a painting that belonged to someone else?

"Mr. Tang, do you want to continue to photograph this painting?" I'm a little excited, now I think it's enough to be able to look at this painting from a distance, since I want to be Song Yu, then the things that belong to Song Kun, I should slowly let go.

Tang Jiamo on the other end of the phone did not hesitate at all, and his cold voice was covered with frost: "Go on, Song Ye is not worthy." ”

Unconsciously, I was sandwiched between him and Song Ye again, and I wanted to laugh a little.

Feeling Han Nuo's gaze, I looked back at him, and when I saw his inquiring look, I put on a relaxed smile, and there was some excitement in my voice: "Cousin-in-law, I have never spent so much money, and it feels really cool to spend other people's money." ”

Han Nuo looked at me calmly, as if he was about to scan me into the computer system, so that I couldn't control my facial expressions.

"Cousin, if you can behave in line with your usual IQ when you're nervous and lying, maybe you're a good actor."

I twitched my dough and said to him stiffly, "Your bank is so competitive, it's not for me, I've always gone through the back door." His eyes glanced at the two fathers and daughters not far away.

Han Nuo nodded approvingly: "Well, I think so, if you don't have such a bad language, how can you become a reporter." ”

At this moment, I felt that this cousin-in-law of mine was very much of an eyesore, even though the face was as handsome as ever.

Because of my price, this painting has far exceeded its original value, Su Tong's eyes are becoming more and more meaningful, Song Ye is still smiling calmly, like a wise elder looking at the young man's stubbornness, but he does not stop.

"Song Yu, 30 million." In the eyes of these people, money is not just a number, and I deserve it with a thrill, and I feel like a squander.

Naturally, this figure caused an uproar in the audience, and after all, the author of this painting is not a well-known painter, and I feel that the effect of this auction seems to have been achieved by selling it for such a hobby.

I just don't know how many people's hopes are placed on this.

The auction finally settled, Su Tong pushed Song Ye to leave without looking back, walking elegantly and arrogantly in the embrace of reporters all the way, the moment the door opened, the bright light fell on the afterglow, lining the Song father and daughter. Obviously, Tang Jiamo was able to take the painting, but it seemed that everyone at the scene felt that the painting would eventually return to their hands.

My bid with Su Tong is just a little awkward between Tang Jiamo and Su Tong.

That's a lot to pay for this little awkwardness, I thought to myself.

He Yue walked ahead of me, relying on the advantage of height, to block a lot of annoying shots for me, but never underestimate the tenacious creature of "paparazzi".

Just when I thought that He Yue and Han Nuo had isolated a group of reporters who were waiting outside, a girl in gray with agility followed me into the elevator with lightning speed, which made me stunned for a while.

"Hey, hey, this young lady, may I ask your surname?" With an innocent smile on a young face, it's easy to be defenseless.

I subconsciously replied, "Song." After saying that, there was a burst of chagrin.

As soon as she heard this, her clever eyes rolled around, and she hurriedly stepped forward with a voice recorder, and her smile was instantly flattering: "Are you the daughter of the Song family, Song Kun?" Before I could answer, the little girl in front of me shouted "yes" to herself, immersed in the excitement of getting a super exclusive, which made me feel that it was possible that she had just nodded herself in a trance?

"I heard that you are the protagonist of this painting, but this painting was eventually photographed by your fiancé, is this the fun that rich people like to throw money at each other? The marriage between the Tang and Song dynasties was interrupted for three years, does it mean to break the ice? Mr. Tang kept asking for the price until you no longer asked for it, was it to ask for your forgiveness? Do you and Mr. Tang mean that they are about to get married? The question that popped out of the little girl's mouth in front of me made me a little confused, obviously she recognized the wrong person and mistook me for Su Tong.

I was about to open my mouth to correct her mistake, but the elevator was really fast enough, "ding", and I arrived at the floor I wanted to go to, but what was even more unexpected was that the elevator next door actually arrived at the same time, and the moment the elevator door opened, the little reporter and I were stunned for a moment.

"Tang Jiamo!" The little reporter raised his voice, and his surprise was followed by ecstasy, and his eyes wandered back and forth between me and him.

"Did you make an appointment in advance? Actually, you're already reconciled in private, aren't you? There will be good news in the Tang and Song dynasties in the near future, right? Mr. Tang, may I ask if you just photographed your fiancée's painting for 30 million yuan, are you planning to use it as a wedding proposal? I watched in amazement as she babbled on and on asking questions that were almost asking us when we were going to get married, whether it was Chinese or Western, and where we were going for our honeymoon.

At this moment, his assistant Ning Huanyu didn't know where it was, otherwise he would have been taken away as early as when the little reporter asked the first question, and Tang Jiamo had never had much patience for noisy people.

"Which magazine are you from?" Tang Jiamo didn't see the slightest irritability, and his calm and cold voice easily made everyone quiet down and listen to him obediently.

The little reporter interrupted his words and replied in a daze: "...... Tianyang. ”

"What's your last name?" Tang Jiamo's appearance is always easy to confuse others, not to mention a fledgling rookie, thinking of the explosive weekly magazine that was suspended some time ago, I hurriedly pulled her up and opened the elevator door based on the friendship of my peers, and ran in.

Tang Jiamo looked at me thoughtfully, and asked with his eyes: What do you mean?

I pretended to be abrupt, and didn't forget to press the elevator with one hand: "Ah, this little sister is going the wrong way, I'll send her, hahaha......" The last few laughs were a little unnatural, but fortunately, seeing that the elevator door was about to close, I quickly turned to the little reporter who was about to speak and said fiercely: "If you don't want to ruin your career as a journalist, you don't have to talk nonsense." ”

She seemed to be startled by my horrible look, and her mouth was wide open and she looked surprised.

I'm a little confused: is it so scary?

Then I felt that the elevator door that was supposed to be closed seemed to open again, and I was about to look back to see what was going on, when suddenly a force pulled me backwards and staggered into a warm embrace.