The next day, An Jingyu came to pick up Song Youran on time, the fog was thick in the early morning, Song Youran stood in the sun in a long skirt, her long black hair swirled in the air, the morning light was faint, there were beautiful women with beautiful eyes, smiling lightly, independent and ethereal. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

An Jingyu looked at Song Youran with appreciation, and sighed with emotion: "The little girl who was only under my shoulders was so beautiful. ”

His fatherly appearance amused Song Youran, she pursed her lips and chuckled: "Then you will be old." ”

"Accompanied by beautiful women, the mood is relaxed and natural, ten years younger." An Jingyu added with a smile that the silver-gray calm sedan gradually disappeared into the depths of the fog amid the roar of the engine.

The content of the exhibition does live up to Song Youran's expectations, full of reflections and whipping of human nature, as well as the discussion of self and the universe, Song Youran couldn't help but sigh: "It is said that this painter is a genius who has just turned 20 years old!" To be able to have such a deep insight into painting and philosophical interpretation is indeed a genius! ”

"Miss Song, it's over!" Suddenly there was a faint smile of modesty behind him, Song Youran and An Jingyu turned back together, only to see a thin young man standing behind them, his hair dyed yellow, a dozen holes in his ears, a hip-hop hat with crooked straps and loose and fat jeans, and he seemed to be the owner of this art exhibition, "Miss Song, you are very welcome to come and support my works." ”

"It's also an honor to be invited." Song Youran smiled lightly, and his gestures were full of everyone's beautiful demeanor.

"I've heard of Miss Song's talent in painting for a long time, but I don't know if Miss Song understands modern painting in addition to oil painting?" The rebellious and unruly artist couldn't help but stretch out his sharp minions for six years to compete.

Song Youran has a cold personality and doesn't care about fame and fortune in the outside world, but her pride will never allow her to make mistakes in her paintings. Xiuya's delicate face was full of confidence, and Song smiled leisurely: "I know a little bit about it." ”

Six years casually pointed to a thickly colored canvas nearby: "Miss Song is modest, is it convenient to ask Miss Song to point out this?" ”

Song Youran stood in front of the painting, admiring it carefully, and after a quarter of an hour had passed, she shook her head with a sigh: "It is worthy of being an author who has won the Overseas Multi-Artist Award, and this kind of expression is indeed extremely cold." ”

Liu Liu smiled slyly: "Please also ask Miss Song for detailed guidance." ”

"There seem to be many colors distributed on the canvas, but it has always been impossible to escape the harmony of seven colors, green, blue, red, pink, yellow, purple, light green, which color just corresponds to the seven sins of human nature: anger, greed, gluttony, laziness, jealousy, arrogance, ****, the overall picture looks chaotic, but each color gamut is mixed together by a fixed color, in line with the chaos and integration of human nature."

Six years looked at Song Youran's eyes gradually changed, and listened to her explanation seriously and brightly.

"If I were to give the painting a theme, it would definitely come down to a 'nightmare', filled with too much negative news, and the remaining blank space just forms the outline of a person." Song Youran shook his head with emotion, he was able to create such a meaningful work at a young age, and there are really talents from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

"Papapa" six years of admiring applause: "When I heard others praise Miss Song, I was still quite unconvinced, and now Miss Song's strength makes me fall to the ground, so can Miss Song give a few suggestions for this 'nightmare'?" ”

Song Youran thought for a moment and pointed to a corner of the painting: "The color palette here is slightly condensed, obviously hesitant, and the color is too strong to lose the characteristics of the 'nightmare' itself." ”

Six years raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Miss Lao Song told me, what are the characteristics of 'nightmares'?" ”

"Bland." Song Youran's red lips spit out these two words, "When all the passion and love are gone forever and return to blandness, this is the biggest nightmare." ”

After thinking about it for six years, it suddenly dawned on me: "Miss Song has a good opinion!" It's no wonder that I always felt that something was wrong with my creation. He glanced enviously at An Jingyu, who was silently accompanying him: "Mr. An is so blessed to be able to marry such a delicate girl." ”

Being ridiculed like this by a little kid in his early twenties, An Jingyu couldn't cry or laugh, and he still looked cold and steady on the surface: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

Six years suddenly beckoned to the outside in surprise: "I'm here." ”

Song Youran looked at it casually, and suddenly bumped into Ye Qingfan's surprised eyes, An Jingyu slowly squinted his eyes, no wonder this exhibition came a little strangely.

"Brother Ye, this Miss Song is indeed amazing, even I have to bow my head and say a word of convincing!"

Ye Qingfan showed a smile of honor: "Of course, I have been focusing on painting for many years, coupled with the influence of my family background, it is naturally incomparable to ordinary people." ”

An Jingyu seemed to smile: "An is deeply grateful for being able to give such a high appreciation to his fiancée below." ”

The three words "fiancée" stabbed Ye Qingfan's heart fiercely, and it was not revealed at all under the strong control: "Mr. An has won the award, and his leisurely excellence and beauty are well known." ”

"Then no more compliments."

"Zifei is a fish, and you know the joy of fishing?" An Jingyu's aggressiveness made Ye Qingfan impatient in his heart, if he didn't take into account his image as a public figure, why would he care about An Jingyu, just pull him out leisurely.

"Sometimes actors act too realistically, but they can't figure out their own minds." An Jingyu's tall figure stood beside Song Youran, who lowered his head and was silent.

After six years of interest, he looked back and forth between the two, and saw that the smile in Zhang Yao's eyes was getting more and more reluctant, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mischievous smile: "Brother Ye, it seems that you and Mr. An have some-for-tat?" Isn't it a beauty who is difficult to pity, and is still struggling? ”

Ye Qingfan was also helpless about this eccentric little cousin: "Don't talk nonsense. ”

After six years of pursing her lips and chuckling, Zhang Yao couldn't bear it at all, and walked over generously, without the slightest tendency to be left out and depressed: "Mr. An, leisurely, I happened to meet you again, it seems that the wedding date of the two is just around the corner, Meng is not out of focus all day long, and Meng is not away from Meng." ”

"Every chance encounter also shocked me." An Jingyu looked at Ye Qingfan deeply, and seemed to have insight into all the arrangements, "If it is our wedding, we will definitely send an invitation, and I will invite you to come at that time." ”

Ye Qingfan gritted his teeth angrily, and directly pulled Song Youran behind An Jingyu, An Jingyu quickly grabbed Ye Qingfan's wrist, and the anger in his eyes jumped: "Ye Qingfan, what do you mean?" ”

"An Jingyu, I'm too lazy to play against you, if it weren't for leisure, do you really think I would put up with you again and again?" Ye Qingfan's face was dark, and An Jingyu provoked and pressed step by step, completely angering Ye Qingfan.

An Jingyu smiled and said, "Oh? Then you can't bear to try! ”

Zhang Yao's face was pale, and he looked at the exhibition hall that suddenly quieted down with a little panic, and quickly pulled the corner of Ye Qingfan's clothes: "Qingfan, in public, you pay a little attention." ”

"Enough!" Ye Qingfan's face turned pale, "I just had too many worries before, so I couldn't even keep my beloved!" ”

Ye Qingfan stared at An Jingyu, whose face was also ugly: "An Jingyu, after being kidnapped leisurely last time, I secretly warned myself that the person I like must be protected by myself, and I can't trust anyone!" I'm going to start the pursuit of leisurely in earnest. ”

An Jingyu's eyes were cold: "Youran is my fiancée, Ye Qingfan, where did you get the confidence to think that I will give you a chance to get close to Youran?" I'm sorry, but I remind you once again that she is already engaged to me and will soon be my wife! ”

An Jingyu's wife sounded particularly harsh, Ye Qingfan sneered and approached An Jingyu, the two men who were also as tall as 185 were strong and handsome, and there was a petite and beautiful woman in between, and the strange combination of the three attracted the constant attention of the people around them:

"Isn't that person Ye Qingfan?"

"It's a bit like that! But Ye Qingfan shouldn't appear in front of the public so casually, right? ”

"I don't know....... But it's so handsome! ”

Zhang Yao had never been so embarrassed, Ye Qingfan left her aside, and she could even feel the whispers of the onlookers to them. Zhang Yao stepped forward, lightly grabbed Ye Qingfan's arm, tilted his head and showed a mature and charming smile: "This is not a place to talk, let's talk in another place!" ”

Song Youran's gaze fell on the place where the arms of the two of them intersected, and Ye Qingfan immediately pulled out his arm as if he had been electrocuted, deliberately pretending to be unintentional.

"There's a secluded backhill behind the gallery......," said the six-year-old who was not afraid of small things.

"No need, I have other things to do with Youran." An Jingyu stopped Song Youran's waist and raised his legs to walk out.

Ye Qingfan narrowed his eyes: "You said that if there is something, there is something?" Leisurely, come with me, I have something to say to you. Ye Qingfan pulled up and walked leisurely towards the mountain behind the six-year-old gallery.