The quiet lounge is the shelter that Ni Bangtear designed for himself at the beginning, with excellent sound insulation, and at this moment he can finally comfortably throw away his high heels and curl up in the sofa to make a happy and satisfied sound. Some tired leaned on the soft back of the chair and slowly closed their eyes, nourishing their spirits and waiting to continue to prepare for the battle, this small gallery and studio represents not themselves, but the reputation of their master Ye Lao, which cannot be lost.

Just as she was in a daze, someone gently pushed open the hidden door, Ni Bangxian didn't open her eyes, thinking it was her brother, but when the familiar smell gradually approached, she frowned slightly and opened her eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Sure enough, the figure close in front of him was Lan Luo, who usually rubbed a lightly scented cold water, which made people very comfortable.

"I just found out that your walking posture is wrong, it must be high heels grinding your feet, come, I'll take a look."

Lan Luo was not pretentious and sat directly at the end of the sofa, pulled Ni Wan's tearful and white ankles, looked at the red wound, felt slightly distressed, and sighed slightly. His own woman is too strong, sometimes it really makes him tired, although he is proud but worried, he can't wait to stuff the woman in front of him into his pocket, for fear of being a little sad and hurt.

"No, no need......"

Being held by someone's feet, I am still a little embarrassed and shy, after all, I have stood for a day, and I have just taken off my shoes, maybe there is something unpleasant...... But Lan Luo didn't feel disgusted at all, took out the disinfectant that had been prepared a long time ago, as well as a cotton swab, and carefully cleaned the wound.

"You know that if you are strong, you won't feel sorry for yourself at all, look at it, it's all broken, don't move, I'll give you medicine."

He found that Ni Wang's tearful walking appearance seemed to be unbearable, so he asked Han Shao to go out and buy all kinds of medicines, although it was only a small wound, but he had to put on high heels to continue socializing, and the infection would be troublesome. After carefully disinfecting, applying medicine, and then applying band-aids, Lan Luo let go satisfied.

"It's okay, new shoes will be uncomfortable somewhat, and it's normal to grind your feet."

Ni Bang struggled several times but was severely pressed by Lan Luo, and finally had no choice but to give up and let him clean up the wound for himself.

"What is normal, wearing such high shoes is not good for your lumbar spine, it turns out that it is a long-term painting relationship, and it must be very uncomfortable now, right? Then, give you the salon bass, stick it on, it will definitely be more comfortable, and it will not have the pungent and distinct smell of plaster. ”

She has a lumbar spine problem, few people know about it, and many painters know about this kind of occupational disease. Especially in Chinese painting, it is necessary to constantly bend over, concentrate on painting, and even the horse steps must be strong enough, the arms should be calm, and the strength of the brush control is accumulated over time. Originally, her small problems have become more and more serious in recent years, and even Ni Xiaoyang doesn't know it, because most of her painting time, she is completely closed and doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone.

The joy and pain of completion are a kind of glory to prove yourself!

"Next time you participate in this kind of activity, pay more attention to yourself, don't be everything, be reckless, and occasionally rely on others without shame."

After treating the wound, Lan Luo began to rub Ni's legs with cold fingers, the two of them didn't say anything, the familiar smell mixed with the fragrance of ink wafting in the quiet space, everything seemed to be back to the beginning. She used to have a studio, with a covered top floor, rough and very simple, but there was a witness to the relationship between two people.

"I just want to be on my own, and there is no one more reliable than myself."

It was like a whisper, and it seemed that it would drift away as soon as the wind blew, but Lan Luo listened carefully, and his heart hurt fiercely. Ni Bang has experienced too many betrayals and scars, and her fragile heart can no longer believe it, love is terrible for her, what a vigorous, moth to fire love is simply a parting of life and death, and turning around may be a catastrophe.

"Whether you believe it or not, I will stand behind you obediently, for a year, two years, ten years, twenty years, even if I will always hang on the title of my ex-husband, I don't mind, the man who approaches you, I will use all means to solve it, I want to stand in the position closest to you, even if it is silently looking at each other, I will use time to prove that my love is not destroyed, my love is not betrayed, and my love is not a moth to a fire. I'm not a prince, you're not Cinderella, our love is not a fairy tale, it's just such a realistic existence, I love you, you can't do it, irreplaceable, I don't want to settle for ......"

Lan Luo silently took out a pair of shoes and slowly put them on for Ni Bang Tears, the size was just right, it was very comfortable, and the height was appropriate. The bright crystal glass slipper is a gift customized by him, and someone specially used her foot shape, height, and weight to achieve a perfect fit, and it is a gift that belongs only to one person.

"I'll go first, you wait and remember to stick Sharon Bas to your waist, otherwise you will have to go home and hurt again and over again for another night, but you will suffer yourself."

The man who was originally dead-skinned and had a face that wanted to be one, pro, and Fang Ze was very gentlemanly and polite this time, and he stopped at the point and turned to leave. Looking at his back in a daze, Ni Bang's tears kept echoing the words just now, there is no fairy tale love, the reality is originally very cruel, but there is one person who treats you as your life, you have to be.

Lan Luo has never been a mature lover, he met too early, he didn't understand love, and he was naïve and wanted to express something but was vulnerable. Leaving six years ago, and coming back six years later, Ni Bang cried thinking that she could let go of a lot of feelings, but in the end, she looked at those sincere eyes, with the same innocent look as she had at the beginning, without a trace of doubt, and looked at herself like a kind of faith, she suddenly had an epiphany, what was the reason for the first second of heartbeat?

A glance for ten thousand years......

***

When Ni Wan returned to the crowd with tears and a smile on his face, he occasionally explained a few words to everyone about the original intention and process of Ye Lao's original creation, which won the applause of the audience. Lan Luo was still a little worried, and now he didn't have any room to continue to stay, so he looked at the time, stayed and bought a few good works and left with Han Shao and Guo Si.

Li Yiyi, who had been waiting for her ex-husband's opening ceremony, was slightly disappointed, and Shen Ao looked helpless.

"Today is a big day to save tears, don't be full of thinking about watching a good show, today's results are the glory of her alone."

became famous in a fight, perhaps to describe today's Ni Bang tears, her skills in this industry for more than ten years can finally be recognized, how many hardships are not at all imaginable by outsiders.

"I know, I know, it's rare that Lan Luo's stinky boy has grown up."

With Lan Luo's personality six years ago, he would not let Ni Wanxian have a place for someone else around him, but today he is very generous and willing to be the man behind her, this change in mood is at least a good thing. If Ni Bangxian had chosen Shen Ao at the beginning, he would have sacrificed everything he had to fulfill the other party. But if it was Lan Luo at the beginning, he didn't have this awareness, that proud man, it seemed that the whole world would acquiesce to his willfulness, mindless high-profile everything, and then accept the blessing and the constant disturbances behind him.

"It's true that I've grown up, but I still need to face more things to save my tears......"

There is a secret, even Li Yiyi is not clear, he has intervened many times, and in the end he has no ability to destroy it at one time, Qu Jia, he will definitely not let it go. Shen Ao clenched his fists, his whole body tensed, and since he knew this secret, he was even more determined to take action to quickly accumulate strength, he wanted to protect his precious friend around him, and he didn't want her to suffer any more grievances.

"Thank you for your support, I hope that Ye Lao Fund can support more cutting-edge painters, and I hope that this inheritance will be recognized by more people in our hands, and more praise, not only to cause a new upsurge in China, but also to let everyone see our achievements abroad."

There is also a bright and simple reception room next to the gallery exhibition hall, where everyone toasts and drinks together, and it seems that they see a lot of bright futures. Ni Bang tears were by everyone's side all night, although tired but also gratified, the quintessence of the country, the continuation of the inheritance also needs to be inherited, there are masters and apprentices to have a future. She learned from Ye Lao, and what she got will never have any reservations, and continue to dedicate it to children who like Chinese painting and ink painting.

It wasn't until late at night that the guests gradually dispersed, and Ni Bang, who was so tired that he was paralyzed, leaned on Ni Xiaoyang's side and didn't even have the strength to continue walking. Although Li Yiyi and Shen Ao acquiesced to Ni Xiaoyang's existence, it was more up to their friends' own choices, as long as she could be happy, it was enough.

But no one noticed that the woman in a cheongsam had changed into a pair of delicate and beautiful crystal shoes, hanging on her white ankles, which reflected each other and looked very good, as if they were her shoes and existed for her.

-- The Qinglian Studio was successfully opened, and the Chinese painting world was prosperous, but the Qu family's house in the imperial capital was restless and constantly suffered. Qu Zhanjiang doesn't know if he has had any bad luck recently, the only way to make him feel peaceful is to return to the old mansion, stay in a small maid's room, sleep quietly, and miss a little girl, the person he has lost.

Qu Jia, under the glamorous appearance hides the dirtiest Yu and Wang of mankind, he used to have everything by himself at a young age, but he is nothing, some people will disappear, so that he keeps looking for it but can't get any news. Because this lack of access eventually became a longing, with longing, with hatred......

"Hundreds of Millions of Runaway Wives"****[Qi Xiaoluo's works]***[First published on the novel reading network]****[Support genuine]****

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