Ten minutes, or more.

I kept my eyes down, and I heard a hint of uncertainty in my tone, with some tentative and cautious, "...... It's drawn. ”

Shang handed over the sketchpad.

I went to pick it up, reached for the sketchpad, and unexpectedly, the end didn't let go.

I looked up and grabbed the person on the other end of the drawingboard, his face slightly darkened, and his eyes overflowed with a hint of stubbornness.

I avoided his gaze and was about to let go, but he was the first to let go.

Just listening to a chuckle, his voice was as light as usual, "The tone of the champion of the painting contest will not disappoint you." ”

I lowered my gaze and smiled silently, trying to concentrate as hard as I could on the painting.

His sunflowers, indeed, are different.

They bloom in the fullest of splendor, like burning with the passions that have been deposited in life for a long time.

The colors are gorgeous, the flowers and leaves are soothing, but in the brilliant colors and the extreme stretch of the lines, they are clearly soaked with a metaphorical sense of loneliness.

It seems that the cocoon is independent, but it has won the dignity of a life with a splendid release attitude.

Weak, and tragic, in the silence, there is a certain explosion.

In the interpretation of sunflowers, life itself is not a single form, as small as a flower, it should be full and profound.

I gradually smiled and said with appreciation, "Sure enough, really good paintings can often be integrated with music." When I saw your paintings, I thought, I can have some idea of the music. ”

He simply picked the corners of his mouth and took off the score, "This is for you, you will be able to use it." ”

"Thank you." I carefully put his painting away, and when I looked up, I saw him looking sideways at the endless field of flowers, and he was fascinated.

Ignoring the embarrassment of Fang Cai as much as possible, I pretended to speak lightly, "With my sincere praise as NO.2, it can be regarded as making up for your regret of not attending the award ceremony to a certain extent." ”

The lines of his face softened slightly, but he didn't turn around, "yes." It's just, it's a pity ......"

I was puzzled and waited for him to follow.

"It's a pity that there are some mistakes, and I'm afraid I can't make up for them."

The voice was shallow, but it inexplicably suffocated my heart. The sky, in the evening, is gently wiping the temperature of the day, and there is some desolation in the brightness.

Because of the rare success, the two-day trip was expected to end early, and with the fading sunset, we walked through the bouquets of flowers and left here.

After saying little along the way, Shang Jingyi sent me home, and without saying anything more, he left directly.

Standing in the courtyard, his back made me sigh for a while.

All night long.

In the early morning, I rubbed my dry eyes, and after a brief freshening up, I took my newly composed two-bar piece and went straight to Hotzen's night studio.

After waiting for nearly two hours, Young Master Huo finally appeared.

There was a little dimness between his eyebrows and eyes, and I could vaguely see the traces of staying up late, and he threw a faint look at me, which was counted as a greeting.

After steasing my mind, I met his indifferent pupils and slowly said the prepared words, "I said that if every song has only a dark, low or even gloomy tone, not only will the audience be aesthetically fatigued, but I will also write without tonality, without tonality, and it is difficult to be innovative, so I ...... I wondered if I could try something else, like some soothing, exuberant, exuberant genres, instead of tangling each piece in darkness and darkness. For example, here...... "I handed him the song that I had already held in my hand," which I wrote with the theme of sunflowers, showing the vigor, resilience and tension of life, you can rest assured, the style of music is serious, not a little fresh style that you hate, I think, after you have heard it, maybe, maybe...... Would agree with my idea......"

I put the song in front of him with worry and some anticipation, but Huo Czen didn't look at it at night, and only said lightly, "That's a lot of nonsense." ”

My heart was cold for the most part, and I was stunned by his usual indifferent attitude, although I had expected this kind of outcome, but I couldn't advance or retreat for a while.

After being stunned for a while, he glanced up at me strangely, "What, what's the matter?" ”

"Nope." I forced down the mixed tastes that were churning in my heart, picked up the song on the table and turned to leave.

"Stay." Behind him, a faint tone came.

"What?" I turned around, incredulous.

"I didn't say I wouldn't listen."

"You ......," I almost widened my eyes, "you really do...... Listen? ”

This time, Young Master Huo ignored me anymore, and only took care of the matter at hand, as if he was isolated in a vacuum. I silenced each other, put the tune down, and withdrew.

When I returned to the company, I pushed open the door of the president's room, and I didn't want to, there was already a slender figure sitting in front of the desk.

――How dare you take the initiative to send it to your door?

There was anger in my heart waiting to be released, and I clasped my hands on her chest and did not speak.

Unexpectedly, Sara smiled softly and said generously, "I knew that although I just came back from a long trip yesterday, you workaholic will come to work early this morning, sure enough." ”

Not even planning to admit your mistake? I gave her a bad smile and approached, propped my hands on my desk, and leaned down to look at her, "Why, there's nothing to say to me?" ”

"Yes." She nodded in acknowledgement.

I raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to continue.

Sara narrowed her eyes and looked at me with a somewhat mysterious look, "Yesterday, did you have a feeling of loss?" ”

I was puzzled, she smiled more and more mysteriously, and said seductively, "Seeing that it was Ian Stewart who came to you early in the morning, and not someone else, at that moment, did you have a ...... in your heart?" Feeling lost? ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" I was a little impatient and didn't want to listen to the strange language she had to say.

She got up and came to me, her eyes fixed on me, and changed to a rare seriousness, "Ruori, I have something to say to you." ”

"What?" Infected by her solemn voice, I asked in a deep voice.

"Did you know that Ian Stewart likes you?"

The heart was struck suddenly. I looked at her suddenly, and her eyes were straight and she wouldn't let me back down.

I was speechless. No matter how stupid I am, I should have understood some clues until yesterday, although I don't know if he is a momentary confusion or a momentary novelty for me, and it is only a matter of time before it fades away.

Seeing my reaction, Sara nodded knowingly, "But you don't know how much he likes it, the weaving, some details, you never pay attention to it, because of this, you have missed a lot of things." ”