Recently, An Yi can be said to be in a good mood, and invited Mingyue to Golden Vienna for dinner twice last week.

No, at the beginning of the new week, he proposed to taste the authentic Arabic food there, and Mingyue ruthlessly exposed him: "It's been a few days, it's time to converge, right?" Don't your hotel always suffer because of the signing. ”

Mingyue sat on the carpet reading a photography magazine, and didn't have to look up to figure out his "villain's ambition" appearance.

An Yi walked out of the kitchen with the freshly squeezed strawberry juice and said with a smile: "Is the performance so obvious?" ”

Seemingly too lazy to pay attention to him, Mingyue flipped through the next page by herself.

Putting down the tray and taking the photo album, An Yi casually flipped through two pages, all of which were landscapes from all over the world.

Silent European towns, lavender flowers in Provence, golden sea at sunrise, reflection in the water at sunset......

He closed the magazine and put it on the coffee table, dragged her up from the carpet, and frowned helplessly, "Aren't you too cold?" ”

Leisurely drank a sip of strawberry juice, Mingyue shook her head and argued: "It's not cold in high places, but it's warm in low places." ”

"There are a lot of crooked reasons, who would have thought that a good girl with a small and fresh appearance would always be able to say shocking things."

An Yi pointed to the magazine, and after a while, his expression was quite proud, "The style you like happens to be what I am good at, don't waste looking at other people's works in the future, just enjoy my oil paintings quietly!" ”

Mingyue glanced at the painting hanging next to the TV opposite-

The orange-red sunset renders the golden sand, and the surging sea is sparkling, and the beautiful atmosphere is blowing in the face.

A pair of footprints on the beach stretched to the place where the waves receded, and it was this detail that made Mingyue feel wordless loneliness, "If you see too much, you will be aesthetically tired, and the dozen or so paintings in the apartment are your proud works?" ”

On the first day she moved here, she noticed that the similar artistic conception was obviously the work of one person, "Even the oil painting on the hotel staircase was painted by you, right?" ”

She was deeply impressed by the oil painting, and was amazed by the artist's treatment of light and shadow and his grasp of color.

An Yi shrugged his shoulders in acquiescence.

"I heard that through a painting, you can see how the creator was in a state of mind at that time...... Mingyue held her chin with one hand, thinking and said, "Why do all your works smell of loneliness?" ”

One or two times can be interpreted as coincidences, but each painting implies bleakness or sentimentality, and I am afraid that there is a true portrayal of his heart in it.

Hearing this, An Yi's fingers holding the glass tightened instantly, he looked at Mingyue's indifferent expression, and smiled evilly after a while, "The appreciation of books and paintings has the same effect, they are all benevolent and wise, the so-called situation is born from the heart, I think what kind of mood the viewer will have when he appreciates it......"

Mingyue's eyes lit up, and she turned her head to look away.

“…… Could it be that you often face things with a sluggish mood? It seems that he doesn't know what convergence is, An Yi's smile has childish malice, "There will be too many encounters and partings in your life, and passing by is also a loss, and you can't be full of despair about the world just because you care too much." ”

The expression is a little provocative, but the rhetoric is irrefutable and reasonable.

"The so-called cool words are nothing more than that," Mingyue sneered at him, her pupils were cold, "If you haven't experienced it, you will comment in vain, how much do you want to pull hatred?" "It's like a cat that has been stepped on by its tail, and its attitude is extremely bad.