Two days later.

The Grand Ballroom on the first floor of Linshi Shengtian Hotel.

After two weeks of preparation, the ballroom has been successfully decorated to look like a gallery.

The color is plain and elegant, the pattern is ingenious, every grass and tree, one wall and one brick, including the statues, furniture, etc., are very stylish.

A man in a black suit and a crimson cane is handsome and extravagant.

It's Wen Yan.

He was standing in front of an oil painting called "Light".

A long-haired man finished his walk around and returned to him again.

"Yan, I am very touched to have the opportunity to see so many unpublished works by masters, and my mind is full of inspiration now. Thank you. I think I can completely forgive you for your 'ulterior motives'. ”

Wen Yan turned his head and glanced at him casually, smiling and not speaking.

The man was Matt, a jewelry designer, who was fairer and thinner than he looked in the photo, with a hint of delicacy in his literary style.

That kind of delicateness, which is generally called a "sissy" by ordinary people, but in the eyes of their "insiders", it is a fatal attraction of lore.

"However, in fact, after listening to your confession, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At first, I thought you were going to soak me, you ...... It's not ordinary, how can I be willing to refuse. ”

Seeing that Wen Yan was unmoved by his ridicule, but just stared at the painting in front of him with full attention, he put away his smile and looked at the painting seriously.

This is the first painting of Master Li Yan in his life.

It was also the starting point for his new life after losing his legs and his beloved racing career.

Although this "Light" has not been officially announced, Li Yan once said in an interview with foreign media:

"Light" gave him a new life, and that was the real light of life.

“Light？ Coincidentally, the first set of my pieces you bought was also a yellow diamond jewelry called 'Light', right? The master said that the inspiration for this painting came from Lin City, but where is this Lin City? This window is a little familiar. ”

Wen Yan folded his hands, grabbed his crutches, and said, "It's the Shengtian Hotel, about fifteen years ago." ”

"How do you know? What did Master Li Yan tell you? ”

Wen Yan shook his head, "No." Because, the little boy in it, is me. ”

Matt was surprised, but after a pause, he looked at the painting again, and it dawned on him, "So, the little girl in there is the one you talked about, your wife?" ”

Wen Yan nodded, his eyes were full of indissoluble tenderness, and time seemed to rewind like lightning in front of his eyes.

"So, you worked hard and spent three years to persuade the master to come to Lin City to hold an art exhibition? …… Your wife, really...... I'm lucky. ”

Wen Yan was silent, there was nothing in his eyes.

There is nothing in the world but him and her.

Actually, he's the lucky one.

No matter how bumpy his fate is, how gloomy his life is, there is always a beam of light in front of him......

***

***

It's early afternoon.

Wen Yan bent down and got into the car, and Shen Xihuan took his crutches in the car.

As soon as he sat down, a woman in the passenger seat with sunglasses and a cap turned her head and said, "Hello, Xiaoyan, do you miss your sister?" ”

He didn't even lift his eyelids for half a minute, directly ignored the other party, and silently took out his ipad to read the document.

Han Yi pursed her lips, turned to look at Shen Sihuan again, and saw that she was smiling brightly, she couldn't help but reach out and pinch her little round face, or our little potatoes are cute.

But her subordinates were suddenly beaten, because at this moment Little Potato was actually holding a bag of chestnuts.

She looked at Wen Yan on the side, only to see that he was concentrating, and the crutches on his legs were well placed, without the slightest sign of moving.

？？？