In the blink of an eye, it was time for Ding Lan to hold a solo exhibition.

The exhibition is the sole responsibility of Ding Lan's art company. In the past, when Ding Lan opened an exhibition, she would never be there in person, her postmodern paintings were too cold, and she sometimes painted them just out of her mood, and she didn't want to see them again.

But this time, she offered to be there.

Ding Lan is going, and the knife is naturally going too. Even if Ding Lan didn't have that plan, Xiaodao thought, even if it was secret, he had to take a look.

Not only that, but the knife also pulled Lin Man and Yu Zhenting and his wife, as well as Zhao Xin and Julia, who had just returned from a vacation abroad.

Ding Lan stood calmly in the venue, looking at his paintings back and forth.

The same goes for pocket knives.

This is the first time he has seen so many works together, Ding Lan's works, he has only seen three before. One is at the front desk of Ding Lan Art Economic Company, one is in her home, and the other is her own eyes painted in her studio.

But when he looked at it today, Xiaodao had to admit that he was shocked.

He doesn't know how to paint, but he understands Ding Lan and can read the soul in Ding Lan's paintings.

Painting, the best way to express one's thoughts, conveys those things that cannot be described in words.

And these paintings of Ding Lan do not have those drunken and brilliant colors, and some of them are just cold tones.

Knife stood quietly in front of a painting, looking at the one in front of him.

The deep blue sea and the dark night sky with no stars in sight. In the churning waves, the hull of the ship could not be seen, but a sail was left on the surface of the sea, rippling with the waves.

Xiaodao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a moment, he looked at the other paintings.

I have to say that Ding Lan's paintings are full of negativity. Gray rain and mist, withered flowers, extinguished candles, and reefs, crevices, and suffocating cliffs and peaks in the late night waves.

The knife's narrow black eyes narrowed slightly, it turned out that she was very lonely!

Even with him by his side, Ding Lan is still very lonely!

Thinking of this, Xiaodao's chest was inexplicably a little suffocated, and even irritable, he turned around and stopped looking at the other paintings. At this moment, he just wants to smoke, and he wants to use the cold breath of tobacco to extinguish the heat and bitterness in his heart.

It's just that Xiaodao didn't expect that on the other side of the corridor, Ding Lan's painting has completely changed the style of painting.

What he saw before were all works painted by Ding Lan before he met her. Recently, the paintings she has painted have begun to have a hint of light in them.

Especially the one in the center, painted by him!

……

The knife came out of the exhibition, stood outside the exhibition hall, poured a cigarette from the cigarette case, lowered his head and lit it, under the blue smoke, his well-defined face was a little confused.

Lin Man, Yu Zhenting, Zhao Xin and Julia had already viewed the entire exhibition and bought the works they were satisfied with.

Because they still have something to do, they originally wanted to say hello to the knife and leave, but after looking around, they didn't find the figure of the knife, but they didn't expect to see it at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

Zhao Xin didn't think about it so much, and directly stepped forward and patted the knife on the shoulder:

"I said brother, your woman's painting is really ...... That's it, I originally wanted to buy one to hang in my new house with Ah Xun. But after looking around, I didn't find a suitable one. ”

Zhao Xin said, but the knife only lowered his eyelids slightly and did not respond.

On the contrary, Lin Man stood aside, looking at the obscure expression of the knife at the moment, and he was slightly worried.

When she was still Mo Chuxin, she had also been exposed to painting in France, so she probably knew a little bit about it. The meaning revealed in Ding Lan's paintings is too depressing.

She seems to be ...... It's lonely!

Of course, this matter is not a good thing for the knife at all.

Lin Man was somewhat able to understand the low tone of the knife at the moment, but he didn't say anything, just stepped forward and said softly:

"There's something else going on at the company, so we'll go back first. In the evening, Zhenting and I had a treat and helped Ding Lan celebrate! ”

When Lin Man said this, the knife finally reacted, raised his head, and hooked the corners of his lips with some difficulty towards Lin Man:

"No, at night, I want to take her somewhere!"

"That'...... Another day! ”

Lin Man thought, after seeing today's art exhibition, Xiaodao seems to have a lot to say to Ding Lan. It's really not that convenient to have them.

simply, nodded, said goodbye to the knife, and left with Yu Zhenting and Zhao Xin.

Xiao Dao watched Lin Man and them leave, and stood at the door for a long time, until the soot dripped on his fingertips and burned his skin, and then he was slightly relieved.

"How did you get out?"

Suddenly, the body of the knife was suddenly hugged from behind, the white and delicate arm of the water snake was wrapped around his waist, the knife stiffened, and then threw away the cigarette in his hand.

With a slightly restrained expression, the face of the knife immediately returned to a traceless appearance, turned around, and looked at Ding Lan:

"Well, I'm addicted to smoking, I'm out for a cigarette!"

The knife was well disguised, so Ding Lan was not suspicious, nor did he notice anything unusual.

She smiled, tilted her head slightly, and looked at the knife:

"Tired? You don't like this kind of occasion! I'll tell you quietly, in fact, I don't like it very much.

So—"

Ding Lan said, suddenly blinked his eyes twice, and his eyes were full of sly smiles:

"Let's get out of the way!"

Open...... Slide?

The knife was slightly stunned, halfway through the exhibition, the painter ran away halfway, I'm afraid Ding Lan can be regarded as the first person in history!

He sighed a little helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed the top of Ding Lan's hair dotingly:

"Okay, where do you want to slip away?"

Ding Lan's eyes couldn't help but roll when he heard the sound, stood on tiptoe, leaned to the ear of the knife, and said in a flattering voice:

"Go to a place where the environment is elegant and idlers are not allowed to enter!"

“……”

After a pause, he immediately understood Ding Lan's intentions:

"Then I'll go for the drive!"

"Hmmm! I'll wait for you! ”

After speaking, Xiaodao turned around and went to the parking lot to drive, Ding Lan stood at the door of the exhibition hall, his eyes full of happy smiles that could not be concealed.

And at this moment, a strange and familiar voice came from behind him:

"Blue Blue ......"

Ding Lan's body stiffened, although the voice in his memory had long been blurred, but bloodline is sometimes really a very strange thing, and it is easy to bury the deepest memories in your heart, break the ice and snow, and expose you to the air.

The smile on Ding Lan's face disappeared all of a sudden, she originally wanted to take a step and leave, but she didn't know why, at this moment, the sound of a knife sounded in her ears.

He said, if you can, meet him, not for anyone else, for yourself!

Ding Lan's steps finally stopped in place, her hands hanging down at her side clenched her fists hard, and for a moment, she let go without a trace, slowly turned around, and looked behind her expressionlessly.

Yuan Cheng stood a few steps behind her with a complicated expression, and after he called out just now, he didn't speak again.

In Ding Lan's opinion, Yuan Cheng at this moment was a little deliberately cautious.

Why bother?

Ding Lan sneered in his heart.

He obviously didn't have to, and she didn't invite him. If you can't face each other calmly, even father and daughter can pretend to ignore each other.

It's comfortable with each other, isn't it?

"Blue Blue ......"

Seeing that Ding Lan finally looked at himself, although there was still no expression on his face, at least he didn't turn around and left, which was the biggest improvement for him.

Yuan Cheng took a deep breath, as if he had mustered up his courage, and finally spoke again:

"I just ...... I've seen your paintings, they're very good, and the exhibition is a success!

…… Congratulations! ”

Yuan Cheng felt very strange, at this moment, he should have a lot of things to say in his heart, but when the words came to his mouth, they all turned into polite alienation.

It turns out that whether it is a lover, a father and a daughter, time and distance can turn everything into a dull or even strange road after all!

Therefore, as soon as he opened his mouth, Yuan Cheng only said such painless words!

"Huh!"

Ding Lan finally couldn't help but laugh lightly, not for anything else, but he felt that the situation in front of him was really a little ridiculous.

Rao is like this, and she is the same as Yuan Cheng, polite and detached response:

"Thank you!"

“……”

"Is there anything else? If it's okay, my boyfriend is going to take me out! ”

Since there was nothing to say, and they were uncomfortable with each other, Ding Lan felt that there was no need to waste his time here, and Yuan Cheng's time.

After all, she has wasted enough time!

It's just that when Ding Lan opened his mouth, Yuan Chengcai suddenly found the entry point of the topic again:

"Lan Lan, is the boyfriend you are talking about, is it the man you live with?"

Yuan Cheng's expression was solemn and nervous, and he really looked like a loving father who was worried about his daughter's emotional problems and entrusted to him. But Ding Lan knew, no!

Even if he really had that heart, standing up at this time, it would be too much of a move.

"How?"

Seeing that Yuan Cheng's tone was a little unkind when he talked about the knife, Ding Lan's voice also cooled down in an instant, which actually made Yuan Cheng have the illusion that the temperature of his body had been taken away at this moment.

Yuan Cheng was slightly stunned, but thinking that he was a father and wanted to be good for his daughter, he was a little more confident:

"Lan Lan, you listen to Dad, that man looks ...... It's complicated and not for you!

You're still young, and if you're really going to get married, there are a lot of good guys on Daddy's side, and they're ......."

Yuan Cheng said "bitterly", just talking and talking, but suddenly he couldn't talk anymore.

Because he clearly saw that in Ding Lan's cold eyes, the light that burst out at this moment was like a sword with a blade, almost able to pierce his body mercilessly.

Yuan Cheng was stunned, and he heard Ding Lan use the same cold and breathtaking voice, word by word:

"Dad? Hehe!

May I ask Mr. Yuan, how did you be embarrassed to say these two words? ”