The butterfly sat there with a red face because of the gaffe just now, not knowing how to complete this scene at all. In this way, it seems that he thinks about this matter very dirty, and people have a high and unbearable artistic supreme realm, but they are insulted by themselves for a moment.

Fortunately, this silent situation passed quickly, and after a while, Zhuang Yousheng drove into a villa area.

In fact, the whole barbecue dinner was not as scary as Butterfly thought, restrained, in fact, quite relaxed. For they had invited many people, and a courtyard was full of people.

Except for Zhuang Yousheng introducing butterflies to his brother and sister-in-law when he entered the door, most of the time his brother and sister-in-law were busy barbecuing and greeting other guests, and they didn't have time to pay attention to the two of them.

Zhuang Yousheng loaded the butterflies with some barbecue meat and salad, and the two of them sat in the garden for a while, and his nephew jumped in front of them, and Zhuang Yousheng made a fuss for a while, and then walked away with fun, and then the two of them moved to Zhuang Yousheng's study.

The butterfly had already eaten enough, put the plate on the coffee table, and casually browsed his study.

Butterfly is a study that has seen some painters and celebrities, each with its own merits.

Some are crowded, full of antiques, a little elegant, quaint, how do you look like moving the Jiangnan garden to your own home.

Some are simple and have a modern twist.

Lin Motian's study is the most valuable, and the ink painting in his bedroom is enough to cover several mansions.

Lin Motian still knew her for a while, and only then generously let her see her. That day, the butterfly stood in front of the painting for a long time, but after listening to Lin Motian's introduction to Qi Qi, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. I feel sad for the life of this talented woman.

As a layman, a real layman, Butterfly doesn't know how good the works left by the Seven Guys are, but it just knows how many zeros there are at auction to say it all.

Zhuang Yousheng's study is very simple, and there is not even a painting, is this still a studio?

"You don't have a painting in your studio?" Butterfly couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked anyway.

"Why do you have to hang paintings in the studio?" Zhuang Yousheng moved everything stacked on the sofa to the corner of the wall to make room for sitting.

"And where do you usually put your paintings?"

The butterfly put her hands in her pockets and looked around.

"Roll them up, those on the shelves are picture scrolls."

Sure enough, on a hollowed-out steel frame, there were six floors from the bottom to the ceiling, and there were piles of rolled-up paintings, occupying an entire wall. When I came in just now, I didn't find that those were paintings. Butterfly is also secretly amused by herself for what kind of observation.

"It's all your previous work? Do you still paint? Butterfly tried to speak as lightly as possible, after all, this is not an interview, there is no need to discuss his paintings in a serious manner, and if it is not good, it will show some horses.

To be honest, the butterfly in the last article has exhausted its power, and that's all she can do, and under the three axes, there is nothing else to do. Fortunately, he was praised by Zhuang Yousheng, so that he would not be laughed at by his lack of talent and holding the banner of reporters.

Zhuang Yousheng naturally saw that she didn't want to discuss painting with him.

He really didn't want to discuss, it should be a relaxing moment now, and painting was completely his personal world, and in his personal world, he didn't want anyone to disturb him. This is almost the fault of all artists or writers, no matter what kind of person you usually are, once you enter the creative stage, what you need is absolute, absolute, complete loneliness, even if this state will make you crazy, but the moment of madness may be the moment when artistic wisdom explodes.

All these people waited for a moment, a moment of horror.

"I've been busy with the affairs of the academy for a while, and I haven't thought of good materials. Have a seat. ”

He motioned for the butterfly to sit down, he felt that this slightly sideways feeling was the best, half of his face still reflected the afterglow of the rapidly setting sunset, and although the outline was a little blurry, it was more indescribable. As he watched, he silently wrote it down in his heart.

Zhuang Yousheng has been busy with two things recently, one is to sign a contract with the college and start taking up the position of professor next semester, and the other is to look at the house and prepare to move out from his brother.

It's been almost a year to bother my brother and sister-in-law, it's time to settle down by myself, I can't always live in their house like this, although my sister-in-law doesn't say it, but I must still be more interesting.

But Zhuang Yousheng didn't say.

He watched Butterfly sitting on the sofa, Butterfly didn't realize that she had become his model at this moment, she sometimes lowered her head, sometimes raised her head with a silly smile, looked around, and occasionally saw Zhuang Yousheng looking at her there, so she was embarrassed to smile and find some topics to pass away.

In fact, from the time he was in the yard to the time he entered the study, Zhuang Yousheng had been paying attention to her silently, and his mind was not idle, thinking about what angle to draw her from, because his mind was always thinking, and he would occasionally wander. The butterfly saw him staring at herself in a daze.

The butterfly was embarrassed to get up, as if it had goosebumps.

His gaze seemed to be a little penetrating, and his concentration was still deep in thought.

What was he thinking? The butterfly didn't dare to ask. She flipped through a few painting magazines on the side, but she didn't read them at all, just to let herself not sit stupidly.

Butterfly didn't know how she had been that night, and she didn't know what the hell she had said, but she found a reason to get away from it quickly.

On the way back, she felt relaxed, as if she had suddenly escaped from some trap.

She warned herself that she had to be cautious the next time she spoke. This stupidity can't happen again.

However, the incident with Zhuang Yousheng soon made her forget, and she still resumed the process of going to work.

No, one day after the summer, I suddenly received a call from a diving bird, and he said deeply on the phone: "Wuji, I'm back." ”

The butterfly couldn't believe her ears at the time, and it took a long time to react excitedly, and said in a trembling voice: "You're back?" Back here? ”

The diving bird's voice may also be slightly hoarse from excitement, and it softly says, "Well, I'm back, I'm not going back." The second half of the sentence is like a promise to her. But he hit the weakest part of the butterfly at once, and burst into tears.

That night, the butterfly stayed there for a long time, her heart fluctuating, and she couldn't help herself. It's been three years, he's been gone for three years, and she thinks he won't come back.

When he said that day that he was leaving the city, she was actually desperate. How reluctant she was when everyone parted that night, but she didn't know how to let the diving bird know her feelings, and there was a hint of hatred in her reluctance.

Because of that inexplicable hatred, she didn't treat the diving bird well all night with what she said to her later, and she showed an indifferent look.

She knew how sad it was for the diving bird to sit next to her.

In that only time alone, the two of them were wasted.