"Grandma asked me to go to an art exhibition tomorrow."

Tomorrow is the weekend, and Su Nianwei doesn't need to ask Jin Ruohan for leave, but she just wants to share this joy with him.

"Do you like Master Xiao Yuan very much?"

Picking up the mobile phone, Jin Ruohan naturally hugged Su Nianwei, and the two sat on the sofa in the small hall together.

She nodded without hesitation: "When I was a child, the first painting my mother showed me was that of Master Xiao Yuan, she liked it very much, and I also got a lot of inspiration from his paintings." ”

Su Nianwei can even remember the look on her mother's face when she mentioned Xiao Yuan, it was a complicated expression that she still can't understand, and Su Nianwei can only attribute it to the resonance between her mother and Master Xiao Yuan's paintings.

But it seems that this mysterious man, known as the master of the painting world, rarely appeared with the death of her mother, and even his paintings disappeared with him.

"This exhibition is private, which shows that Master Xiao Yuan still likes to paint."

Su Nianwei talked about another man with great interest, and he was so excited, Jin Ruohan's eyes darkened slightly, and he couldn't help but wonder if he shouldn't let his grandmother come forward and go to that art exhibition with her tomorrow.

"Jin Ruohan, do you know? My mother actually collected a lot of Xiao Yuan's paintings, and I could see that she liked them very much, and she had been helping her seal them all these years, and she had never opened them, and I think she also wanted me to take a look at Xiao Yuan's new works. ”

Su Nianwei's voice lowered, and she snuggled quietly in Jin Ruohan's arms.

She didn't see the man's slightly frowning eyebrows, because her words were slightly relaxed, and then the corners of his eyes raised a graceful arc, deep and bewildering.

"Tomorrow, I'll ask the driver to send it to your old house earlier, and if you like it, buy a few."

Su Nianwei was slightly stunned when she heard this, and quickly smiled and said softly: "Okay." ”

She has learned to no longer refuse Jin Ruohan's kindness, and it is subconscious.

Jin Ruohan's mood is getting better.

On the second day, it actually rained finely, and even if the rain in late autumn was drenched a little, it could be cold to the muscles and bones, Jin Ruohan personally helped Su Nianwei choose a cashmere coat, and told a few words not to go outside, and was taught a lesson by Song Tinglan, who came to pick her up: "Weiwei is not a child, why are you so verbose today?" ”

When she raised Jin Qingyu, Song Tinglan didn't see Jin Ruohan being so considerate of her son.

The little milk bag who was sitting on the side and playing with Da Meng also raised his face at this time, and said very dissatisfied: "Dad, why don't you let me go with Mommy?" ”

The private art exhibition is not a suitable place to take the little milk bag, and Jin Ruohan left the little milk bag for other purposes, and said at the moment: "You are at home with Da Meng." ”

Seeing Jin Qingyu pouting dissatisfiedly, Su Nianwei chuckled and squatted down and pulled him and said, "I'll buy you a gift when I come back, will you wait for me at home?" ”

The little milk bag's eyes lit up, and she obediently agreed.

Jin Ruohan held Su Nianwei's hand, and his strength suddenly tightened a little.

The little woman hadn't said anything to him to wait for her.

"Okay, today's art exhibition is special, I heard that Master Xiao Yuan will appear, if it's late, I'm afraid I won't see it."

Song Tinglan didn't know what her grandson thought, she felt funny in her heart, and felt that it was rare for Jin Ruohan, who had been cold since childhood, to have such an emotion, so she urged at the moment.

Outside the gate, the silver-white sedan in the distance had only a white light that could not be seen clearly in the fog, Jin Ruohan's eyes narrowed slightly, and when the white light disappeared completely, he turned around and went back to the villa.

Today's exhibition is in a very secluded art museum, Su Nianwei just followed Song Tinglan in, and saw a huge painting in the first exhibition hall.

She stepped forward and looked up at the outline of the line above, her eyes gradually changing a little.

"Grandma, is this also painted by Master Xiao Yuan?"

Obviously able to see the signature in the lower right corner of this painting at a glance, Su Nianwei couldn't help but ask.

"It is said that all the paintings in today's exhibition were painted during the period when Master Xiao Yuan disappeared, what? What do you see? ”

Song Tinglan is straightforward, and when she was young, she would not always comment on things she didn't understand like other wealthy wives, and she rarely resonated with such ethereal things, and when she saw that Su Nianwei's expression was wrong, she couldn't help asking.

Su Nianwei shook her head, her eyes still lingering on this painting.

"I just think that this painting is too different from Master Xiao Yuan's previous painting style."

She thought of her mother's treasure, and those paintings revealed the writer's love everywhere, but at the moment, Su Nianwei only had one feeling.

Empty.

See through the hollowness of everything.

"Is it really as self-righteous as ever? What are you to evaluate Master Xiao Yuan on such an occasion? ”

A somewhat sharp sarcasm made Su Nianwei's emotions immersed in the painting instantly pull out, and Song Tinglan looked at the person who spoke together.

"Mrs. Ji, the people you brought are too noisy, and loud noises are not allowed here."

Seeing the visitor, Song Tinglan's always kind smile suddenly faded a lot, and said in a slightly deep tone.

The person who spoke was Su Nianrou, but beside her, not only Ji Xingchen, who saw Su Nianwei's complicated expression mixed with a little joy, but also Mrs. Ji.

The old lady of the Ji family has always had a strong temperament, so she can't show this Ji Xingchen's mother, but Su Nianwei remembers that she is not an elder who is easy to talk to.

Glancing at Su Nianwei with a little sharpness, Mrs. Ji smiled slightly and said, "It's because I didn't teach my daughter-in-law well, and I hope the old lady will take care of it." ”

The Jin family has been able to come so far, it can be seen that Song Tinglan also has means, even if Mrs. Ji doesn't care that Su Nianrou deliberately embarrassed Su Nianwei, she doesn't dare to make too much trouble in front of her, but this sentence is quite informative.

Ji Xingchen almost subconsciously looked at Su Nianwei and explained: "That's not the case, Weiwei, listen to me......

"I also took my granddaughter-in-law to watch Master Xiao Yuan's work out of the mountain today, and I won't say anything else to Mrs. Ji."

Song Tinglan took Su Nianwei directly to the inner hall.

There is something in this art museum, Su Nianwei admired it wholeheartedly, and did not take the matter of seeing Su Nianrou and the three of them to heart just now, but Song Tinglan saw that Ji Xingchen still had thoughts about the daughter-in-law she chose, and carefully told her to enjoy the art exhibition first, and privately instructed someone to release the news that she brought her granddaughter-in-law to come today.

Su Nianwei is really appreciating.

She was not mistaken, from the first picture of entering the door, Xiao Yuan's painting style had changed significantly, until she saw the last pair all the way, which was an open demon rule on the snow field but revealed a decadent rose.

The extreme white and the dazzling red complement each other, and when placed on such a canvas, it seems to merge into one.

"But roses bloom in the summer, and snow is the least likely to happen."

Su Nianwei stood in front of this painting for a long time and muttered subconsciously.

"You're right, Snow and Rose, they can't be together in this life."

The hoarse voice fell into Su Nianwei's ears with boundless regret and long nostalgia.

She looked at the person standing beside her in amazement, seeing that he seemed to be urged by an obsession to stare at the snowfield rose, and said with a feeling: "Master Xiao Yuan? ”

The middle-aged man standing in front of the flower moved slightly and turned around.

The four eyes met, and the eyes of both of them trembled.

"You ......"

He looks like an old man.

Xiao Yuan's eyes were slightly deep, and he spoke first: "You know me?" ”

"Just guessing."

Su Nianwei suppressed the excitement in her heart, smiled slightly and introduced herself: "My name is Su Nianwei, and I like the master's paintings very much. ”

Those big paintings that she saw since she was a child, it was easy to match the middle-aged man in front of her, but still warm and a little melancholy, Su Nianwei even felt that she was no stranger to him.

"The surname is Su."

Xiao Yuan was stunned, but he quickly returned to normal, and looked at Su Nianwei's eyes, with a little more deep meaning that she had never noticed.

"Do you like my paintings? Which one do you like best? ”

His tone seemed to be a little warmer, Su Nianwei's eyes widened slightly, and she felt a kind of flattered joy, and opened her mouth to say: "When I was young, I liked your 'love' the most. ”

That painting takes a person's feelings to the extreme, even if it is just one of the inconspicuous lines, you can see the flamboyant and enthusiastic joy, it is also Su Nianwei's mother's favorite one, but she only showed Su Nianwei once.

remembered it at a glance, until she met Jin Ruohan, Su Nianwei suddenly understood why she was obsessed with that painting.

She only knew what it meant to be the ultimate liking and the ultimate infatuation.

"That's ......"

Xiao Yuan's voice lowered.

He didn't ask, but suddenly raised his eyes, stared straight at Su Nianwei and said, "Now, which one is here now?" I can give it to you. ”

Su Nianwei was stunned and subconsciously said, "This one." ”

Fingers paused on the snowfield rose in front of them, and Su Nianwei blinked knowingly: "I can actually buy it, or just take a few photos and go back." ”

She knew that Xiao Yuan's paintings were almost priceless in the circle, because he rarely sold them.

Xiao Yuan glanced at this painting a few times, shook his head and said, "Since I said that I would give it to you, I naturally won't break my promise." ”

This painting was originally made for her and given to her daughter, which was also a wish for him.

"Xiao Yuan, is it really you?"

The untimely surprise shout made Xiao Yuan's expression change slightly, and his eyes looked a little gloomy.

Su Nianwei couldn't help but look at it in surprise, seeing Mrs. Ji, who had always been calm and even she had never seen a smile, looking at the direction where they were with joy, and even ignoring the eyes of several other people around her, she was puzzled in her heart.

Could it be that Mrs. Ji and Master Xiao Yuan already knew each other?

"Why are you here?"

Compared with Mrs. Ji, Xiao Yuan's expression was colder than just now, which showed that he didn't want to see the person in front of him.