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"Yes, a work of art can bring precious memories to others, Monsieur van Coo, it is not a failure." I said earnestly, hoping that he would be shaken.

He closed his eyes in pain, "It's not that I can't accept failure, it's just ...... I can't forgive myself. ”

"......"

"Miss Fu, this story is very beautiful, but I can't help."

In the end, the master of art still ignores the world, indifferent to everything, I looked at him, and smiled coldly, "Oh, to say that this story is very beautiful, there is nothing more fiery and intense than the stimulating effect of love on art, it is all deceitful." ”

His gaze changed slightly.

"What Grieg and Nina, Stravinsky and Chanel, you told me that it was a blessing to be able to find the person who inspired my art, it turned out to be all fake," I was angry, a little unconcerned, "So, how can the real story in reality not make you feel a little moved?" ”

"Miss Fu, there are many forms of expression of love, and I have been amazed by your intentions and ideas, and I believe that Mr. Durand could have found another thing to please his wife." He said in a deep voice.

I smiled indifferently, "There are many ways to express love, but there is only one form of staying together, and that is marriage." ”

But forget it, I was too naïve to think I could convince him.

I sighed and turned to leave.

"Wait." Mr. van Gogh stopped me.

"For your last word, I promise you."

I was stunned by the words behind me, and I turned around, "Really? ”

"I'll say okay first," he said, still a little reluctantly, "my work has to be according to my design, and no one can change it." ”

"Of course." I'm busy talking.

"Also, I want to meet Mrs. Durand."

"Huh?"

"I thought I could make this stone carving into a series, not only the exterior and interior of St. Muze's church, but also the scene of their wedding that year, and they would better provide me with some photos of the wedding at that time, so that this series can be richer."

"Okay, I'll tell Mr. Durand to get ready." I was excited, and I didn't hesitate to praise myself, "Sure enough, a master is a master, the layout is grander, and the artistic attainments are really unattainable for us." ”

He snorted coldly, but there was no longer a trace of anger, "As long as you don't say that I'm cold-blooded and ruthless." ”

*

When the matter came to an end, we said goodbye to Mr. van Goo and hurried back to London after the setting over the Cozwolds.

"How did you know Van Kuan so well?" Shang Xunyi's voice suddenly rose in the desolate wind of the field.

I came back to my senses from the twilight outside the window and smiled, "Am I familiar with him?" ”

"Grieg and Nina, Stravinsky and Chanel, that sounds like an interesting story...... "He also rubbed his curvature, "and it's a blessing to find the person who inspires your art, who is that person?" ”

I didn't know what to say.

He didn't seem to care, "But I can see that Monsieur van Coo admires you." ”

I pouted, "I'll wait until he finishes listening to my song." ”

He chuckled, saw that I was paying attention to the time on the quartz clock in front of the car, and said keenly, "I'm not allowed to go to the Durand factory today, and I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and pleaded, "It's only five o'clock......"

"Tomorrow, heaven." He repeated in a long voice, and his voice fell, putting a break to the argument.

I was silent.

When the car arrived at my door, Shang Xun turned off the fire, but he didn't rush to open the door.

"Tomorrow, I'll go with you." He turned to me.

I reacted, "No—"

He had already gotten out of the car, came to the passenger side, and pulled the door for me.

I walked down, "It's still early, go in and sit down for a while, I'll make you coffee." ”

"Another day." He said tactfully, nodded goodbye to me, and sat down in the cab.

He waited for me outside the door in the morning, and now he refuses to come into my house. Looking at the shadow of his car in the distance, I vaguely understood something in my heart, but I only sighed.

When I got home, I had just changed my clothes when I suddenly felt a pain in my lower abdomen.

I didn't feel the hustle and bustle of the whole day, and I leaned on the edge of the bed to rest for a while, and I didn't want to move anymore.

But then I remembered that someone had told me to eat on time, so I sat down for a while, and my abdominal pain was relieved, so I got up and went to the kitchen.

There are all kinds of ingredients in the kitchen, please Si Tianzhe and Ji Lei, even I didn't know that I had so much to eat at home.

I looked around and decided to make some soup.

As soon as the ingredients were put into the pot, I heard the sound of the door, and I was amazed, and after a while, someone appeared at the door of the kitchen.

"Why so early?" When I saw him, my surprise turned into joy.

Si Tianzhe approached, saw the hot and boiling soup in the pot, and asked with some interest, "What are you doing?" I could smell the scent right outside the door. ”

"Creamy mushroom soup."

I turned to the pot and felt himself hug me, "Okay, you know how to take care of yourself, huh?" ”

"Yes, if you want to have time to eat with me every day, how dare I not take good care of myself."

"If that's the case, I'd rather you never know how to take care of yourself for the rest of your life...... I'm happy to do it for you. ”

As he spoke, he took a light bite on the side of my neck under my right ear, and I couldn't help but shudder, and immediately felt my body tingle unbearably, my skin was hot, and my hand holding the spoon was a little unable to support it.

He naturally knew where my sensitive points were, and smiled lowly, the warm breath was still not enough, and I suppressed the groaning of my mouth, and broke free from his arms in shame, pushing him out the door.

"Get out and go out, go wash my hands and change my clothes!"

When the soup was served, I ignored someone's probing look and drank a spoonful.

"Wait." Si Tianzhe stopped me, "To be safe, let me drink first." ”

My face sank.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled him closer, brought the spoon I was holding to his mouth, and looked at me again before drinking, "If anything happens, remember that I love you." ”

My face was very heavy, and I pushed the spoon into his mouth, "Poison you." ”

He swallowed the soup and rubbed my gaze with a smile.

I withdrew my hand, drank the soup and ignored him, but for a long time I saw that his bowl had not moved, and I looked up and saw that he was looking at me with a smile instead of a smile.

"That's my spoon." He said.

I raised my eyebrows, "Why?" ”

"Because I used it first." He said seriously.

I tilted my head to see what he was up to, "Don't you have it yourself?" ”

"But I like the one you have." I found him to be unreasonable, like a child.

"But now I've used it."

He leaned in, "That can't be helped, I'll have to use the same one as you." ”

I don't naturally let him be deliberately ambiguous. "Who wants to use one with you-"

Before the words fell, the dull pain in the lower abdomen suddenly came again, and at the same time, the stomach was also twisting and nausea rushed upward, my throat was greasy, and I threw down the silver spoon and rushed into the bathroom.