London.

It was the rainy season, and the window sash was covered with a thin layer of rain mist, and the rain stretched on in the long night, which was extremely oppressive.

The abrupt ringing of the telephone pierced the night, lighting up the night sky along with half of the lightning.

Xu Suian put down his paintbrush and picked up the phone: "Uncle Ning? ”

Ning Qiao didn't expect Xu Sui'an to be asleep at this time, he silently calculated the jet lag in his heart - it should be one o'clock in the morning in London at this time.

After coughing dryly, he said, "Sui'an, haven't slept yet?" ”

Xu Suian looked up at the window.

Then he replied, "No." ”

The exhibition was in a hurry, the house leak happened to rain overnight, and there were some problems with a painting to be exhibited, so he had to remedy it overnight, so much time to sleep.

Ning Qiao sighed.

"Sui'an, if you have time, take a look at the hot search."

Xu Sui'an took the hand of the paintbrush and paused.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Qiao hesitated: "You better go and see for yourself." ”

With that, he hung up the phone.

With a beating of eyebrows, Xu Suian pinched his mobile phone, and his heart was empty for no reason.

Half a month ago, he went abroad to prepare for an art exhibition, and he only slept less than five hours a day all day, and the traces of colorful paint on his hands never dried.

The intense work leaves him with less time to think about other things—such as You Nian Nian, and then his parents, who died young.

The phone was resting on the easel, and he took the paintbrush and dipped it again, but his hand hung in the air, unable to fall.

The stalemate has been a long time.

He still picked up his phone.

The moment he logged in to Weibo, the phone vibrated several times in a row, and he didn't have time to read the hot search, but he was already overwhelmed by the overwhelming news.

"Ning He's tour reunites every year, skips the relationship, and directly announces the marriage!"

"Weibo has collapsed again! The top-notch announcement of the relationship is really extraordinary! ”

"You Nian Nian Ning He's love affair is the most complete timeline finished! When the hell did they get together? ”

……

Xu Sui'an put down his phone.

The room was silent.

The brush falls heavily on the canvas, and a thick stroke of ink is revealed.

The painting was almost ruined.

For a long time, Xu Sui'an moved the corners of his lips, and there was no expression on his face, but it made people feel extremely depressed.

He laughed.

Very soft, self-deprecating and dry.

As if a switch had been flipped on, he covered his eyes and shook his shoulders, and laughter escaped from his chest, extremely sad.

We're together.

The marriage has been announced.

Look at Xu Suian.

Ning Hezhi is the person she is willing to love even if she is disappointed.

What about you.

You're just a passerby, a complete passerby.

_

Dawn.

The exhibition was held as scheduled.

The painter Sui An is a well-known painter in the art world in recent years, with a delicate and shallow painting style, and oil painting and watercolor are even more famous.

Not long ago, he also launched a new co-branded model with Along, and the most classic style has been fried to tens of thousands of dollars.

Therefore, there are quite a few people who come to participate in the exhibition, and many of them are young girls wearing cameras and looking for Xu Sui'an.

At this moment, the exhibition hall is the most central.

Xu Sui'an held the microphone, and the black cap covered half of his face, revealing only pale lips.

There was a painting hanging beside him, and it was not very large, only sixteen centimeters in size.

It depicts two men and women standing side by side, both wearing school uniforms. The overall tone is warm and fresh, which is his consistent painting style.

But what's weird is that—

A fan of Xu Sui'an asked: "Sui'an, this painting wasn't like this when it was exhibited last time, right?" ”

Xu Suian nodded: "I made temporary changes." ”

"Why?"

The man was strange.

If you just repaint or add a few strokes, no one will raise such an objection.

But the strange thing is that this painting has changed too much!

A black horizontal line runs from the left to the right of the picture, directly covering the small half of the face of the characters on the picture in disguise, no matter how warm the painting style is and how delicate the brushstrokes are, they can't stop this strong sense of weirdness.

Xu Sui'an lowered his eyes.

His whole face was hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat, and his voice was as faint as ever: "Because ......"

He paused.

He was silent for a long time before he said, "Because every year is not safe." ”

His words were in Chinese, and none of the people present could understand them, so they could only stare at him.

Xu Suian smiled and said in English: "It's nothing." Later, a few of my painter friends will come, so I won't accompany you, so I will do my best. ”

After speaking, he put down the microphone and walked briskly out of the crowd.

Seeing that there was no one around, he dialed Ning Qiao's phone.

"Uncle Ning," as soon as the phone was connected, he spoke, "I have helped me push the domestic work, and I will not go back in the future." ”

After that, without waiting for Ning Qiao to answer, he simply hung up the phone neatly.

For no reason, he stood in place, and he was a little happy and relieved.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He and Litang Alley finally have nothing to do with each other.

From today onwards, he has to try and live for himself.

_

The people surrounding the painting gradually dispersed, and the impermeable human wall finally had a gap, Qi Yelou got into the crowd with a camera, and his eyes widened before he could get the money for the painting.

Why is this painting so familiar?

The friend who accompanied him also came over, saw the painting, and exclaimed in surprise: "Huh? Isn't this the painting you bought earlier? How is it here? ”

"That's right," Qi Yelou also wondered, "except for this black line, it's almost exactly the same." ”

Friend: "You're not buying a fake, are you?" ”

When Qi Yelou heard this, he exploded instantly: "What are you talking about, can I buy a fake?!" I bought it in a regular gallery! Why don't you say that this painting is a fake! ”

"Okay, okay," the friend didn't argue with him, but instead talked to the staff, "Brother, who painted this picture?" ”

"It's the owner of today's exhibition, Sui An."

The friend glanced at Qi Yelou teasingly.

This is painted by the owner of someone else's art exhibition, how can it be a fake?

Qi Yelou ignored his friend, the more he looked at that painting now, the more he felt that something was wrong.

It's so similar, almost identical.

Even if he was unlucky and bought a fake, how could it be so similar?

So he asked the staff: "Is there only one painting in the world?" ”

The staff thought for a moment and replied, "No." Mr. Sui An copied this painting many times in his early years, and there should still be works sold by Mr. Sui An in the world. ”

When Qi Yelou heard this, his heart suddenly let go of most of it.

I saw that what I bought was a copy version.

On the way back, my friend suddenly remembered something and asked him, "Then where is your copy now?" ”

Qi Yelou scratched his head: "I gave it to You Niannian when I participated in the show, You Niannian you know, it is the actor who recently announced his marriage and caused the collapse of Weibo." ”

_

You Niannian will never know that Xu Suinian never sold that painting.

She also didn't know how Xu Sui'an, who had just come of age, imitated her handwriting over and over again in the cold night of a foreign country, copying that painting over and over again.

He didn't even think about selling the painting in the most difficult times.

Never.