Happy winter solstice, dear ones! What a group~~

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This art exhibition is what she wants to see, no matter what Song Dunn's attitude towards other things is, but his innate talent and talent in painting will always be the object of Fu Huanyan's worship!

went upstairs to change clothes, Fu Huanyan went out with his bag on his back and rode a bicycle to the exhibition hall in the city center.

Maybe she's thinking too much, all those things have passed for so many years. That man always came and went like the wind, and never stopped for anyone or anything, so why couldn't she let go?!

Fu Huanyan put her hands on her cheeks, and after a long period of choice, she silently stood up and walked to the wooden box placed in the corner. When she opened it, she pulled out a paintbrush from the bottom, her eyes flashing.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and Fu Huanyan stretched out his hand to spread out the brochure, his tangled gaze lingering repeatedly. What exactly is it going to do? Or not going?!

On Monday morning, Fu Huanyan got up very early. She sat alone in front of the window for a long time, until the sun shone directly on her eyes, and she turned her face away in discomfort, and then realized that she had sat stupidly for forty minutes.

Xiang Bei answered, and the fingers covering Fu Huanyan's forehead were withdrawn little by little.

"It's warmer next week, let's go next week." Fu Huanyan gently circled Xiang Bei's waist.

A warm spot fell on her forehead, Xiang Bei's thin lips kissed the corners of her eyes, and her tone was gentle and doting, "Yes, you're afraid of the cold, how did I forget." ”

Perhaps because of his weak heart, Fu Huanyan didn't dare to look at Xiang Bei's eyes.

"Monday?" Fu Huanyan frowned, "The weather forecast says that there will be strong winds this week, and it will be so cold to go to sea." ”

"Are we going to sea on Monday?" Xiang Bei hugged the person in his arms tightly and asked as if unintentionally. It's just that as soon as his words fell, the whole body of the person in his arms stiffened.

Fu Huanyan pursed his lips with disdain, feeling a little lost. Although Xiang Bei dotes on her, he doesn't know how to draw.

"Cut!"

Xiang Bei frowned, most afraid that she would ask this, "It's good anywhere." ”

"Uh......"

Fu Huanyan pursed her lips, raised her hand to the painting hanging on the side and asked him, "Then tell me, where is that painting?" ”

"Who's yourself?" Xiang Bei raised his eyebrows, "Isn't there still me?" ”

Fu Huanyan smiled and looked at him with an expression of 'you don't understand', "Actually, I don't want to sell it, but I want more people to see my paintings, rather than just me appreciating them." ”

Looking down at the person in his arms, Xiang Bei's expression moved, "Actually, you don't need to sell paintings, I think your works are priceless, why should you judge those people." ”

"Tourism?" Fu Huanyan pouted, "No, I still have paintings to hand in." ”

Xiang Bei empathizes with this, and those days of the Chinese New Year are simply busier than usual every year. He took Fu Huanyan's hand and put it to his heart, his eyes narrowed, "Why don't we travel this year?" ”

"Soon it's going to be the New Year again." Fu Huanyan sighed, her little face suddenly wrinkled, "I don't like the New Year, there are a lot of people in the family during the New Year, it's noisy and messy!" ”

The studio was heated, and it didn't take long for Fu Huanyan to feel warm all over his body. Tsk, this natural stove is still better than heating, she sighed comfortably, her eyes narrowed.

There was a faint mint fragrance on Xiang Bei's body, Fu Huanyan returned his hand to hug his waist, and directly stuffed his legs towards him, "Cover the heat." ”

Fu Huanyan blinked, "Liangliang." ”

"Who are you calling?" The man's hot breath wafted over.

A girl who plays the piano so well doesn't know how to draw, Fu Huanyan hung up the phone in disappointment. She was still holding her phone in a daze, and the position next to her had already collapsed.

"Hmm." Mu Liang said in a sullen voice: "I don't understand it." ”

Fu Huanyan hesitated and said, "Are you interested in the art exhibition?" ”

"Is there something wrong?" Mu Liang asked lightly.

After taking a shower at night, Fu Huanyan was curled up in the quilt in her pajamas and was calling Mu Liang. She glanced at the bathroom door on the side, and her voice was low, "Liangliang, do you have time on Monday?" ”

After eating, Xiang Bei was responsible for cleaning up the kitchen, and Fu Huanyan sat on the sofa stunned. From time to time, she glanced at the brochure stuffed in her backpack, and her mood was hesitant.

The meal was eaten silently in a gloomy mood, Fu Huanyan thought while eating, if she knew this, she wouldn't cook anymore, how good it would be for the two of them to go out to eat.

"......" Fu Huan's red lips moved, and his eyes suddenly became sour. Actually, she wanted to do it too, but she just ...... She couldn't put down painting.

Xiang Bei held the chopsticks, suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Huanyan, and said in a deep voice: "I want to marry you home in the best years." ”

Xiang Bei hugged her on his lap, simply brought her rice bowl over, and let her eat together in his arms, "Huanyan, we will all get old sooner or later." ”

"Xiang Bei, you're not old at all." Fu Huanyan hasn't come out of her grief yet.

Fu Huanyan bit his lip and laughed sullenly: "Stingy! ”

"My brother is someone else." Xiang Beifen did not let in.

"He's my brother." Fu Huanyan retorted in a low voice.

Xiang Bei shook his head and smiled, holding her to his chest, "The fourth old man is not old, that is something that Mu Liang should care about." If you care about me, you are not allowed to care about others. ”

"Heh......"

Fu Huanyan retorted again, "The fourth Fu in our family is not old!" ”

"Liar!"

Bowing his head and kissing her excited expression, Xiang Bei held her hand and said, "Men age faster than women!" ”

As if to prove her words, Fu Huanyan pointed to the bowl of rice in front of her, and said urgently: "I used to eat so much, and I still eat so much now, you are the same age as me, I am not old, how can you be old?!" ”

"You're not old!" Fu Huanyan immediately retorted, "Xiang Bei, you're not old at all!" ”

Xiang Bei's palm fell on her forehead, "I'm old." ”

"Why?" Fu Huanyan was puzzled.

Xiang Bei sighed softly, and there was a hint of loss in his voice. He pointed to the big bowl in front of him and said helplessly: "This is the amount of food I have when I am nineteen years old, and now I can only eat half of it." ”

"Uh...... Fu Huanyan pouted, "What do you mean?" ”

She looked so cute, Xiang Bei pulled her cheek and kissed her fiercely, panting and laughing: "Third Miss, your dear boyfriend is 29 years old this year, not 19 years old." ”

"Isn't it enough?" Fu Huanyan bit her chopsticks, and pushed out her own bowl of fried rice with some reluctance, "It's not enough for you to eat me, I'm not too hungry." ”

Xiang Bei skimmed the rice bowl in front of him, crying and laughing, "These are all for me to eat?" ”

"Eat." Fu Huanyan clapped his hands, full of a sense of accomplishment.

Dinner was served on time, and Fu Huanyan used a very large bowl to fill a bowl full of egg fried rice and put it in front of Xiang Bei. At the end, he was given a bowl of vegetable soup.

In the top left corner of the brochure, Dunn's signature flutters. Xiang Bei's thin lips sank instantly, and the smile under his eyes gradually faded.

A backpack was dropped on the coffee table, and the open zipper was turned inside out with a box of watercolors. Xiang Bei paused, his sharp eyes staring at the propaganda poster under the watercolor paint box.

This kind of intimidation is very deterrent, Xiang Beiyi withdrew his hand without finishing it, and obediently turned around and walked out of the kitchen to wash his hands. For the dinner he finally looked forward to, let's order the rules first!

Fu Huanyan shrank her neck to avoid her, and seeing that the fried rice in the pot was about to be mushy, she said angrily: "Don't make trouble, otherwise you won't have to eat dinner!" ”

"Itchy!"

Xiang Bei narrowed his eyes, his fingers cut through Fu Huanyan's hair hanging from her neck, and her thin lips fell on the back of her neck.

"I'm back." Fu Huanyan turned his head, stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth, "Go wash your hands and eat immediately." ”

When there was a stabbing sound in the kitchen, the studio door was pushed open. Fu Huanyan stood in front of the kitchen counter with an apron until she was stretched out into her arms, and her ears were hot, "It's so fragrant." ”

Break up the rice first, and Fu Huanyan cut the ham again. Considering Xiang Bei, a carnivorous man, she added another ham, and two more eggs. The man wants to eat more nutritious, and he is so busy and so hard. A few days ago, they weighed themselves together, but she didn't lose a pound, but Xiang Bei lost two kilograms!

Washing the vegetables quickly, Fu Huanyan cut them for later use, opened the refrigerator and took out last night's rice to prepare for tonight's meal. Let's see, she is actually a good cook, and she knows that freshly steamed rice is not delicious when used as fried rice, so she prepared it early last night.

Fu Huanyan worked hard to find the dishes she could cook, but after thinking about it for a long time, there were still only two things, green vegetable soup and fried rice. Well, don't dismiss her cooking, she thinks she's great at cooking!

What are you going to do tonight?

Raised his watch and looked at the time, Xiang Bei should be almost there. Fu Huanyan walked into the kitchen very diligently, stood in front of the kitchen counter that was very unfamiliar to her, took out the vegetables and began to clean.

Fu Huanyan has a problem, she doesn't want to show anyone the unfinished paintings.

The inspiration was not bad all afternoon, Fu Huanyan basically completed a work, but it was just the final touch. As the sky outside the window gradually darkened, she picked up the white cloth on the side to cover the unfinished work, and Mei Zizi stood up and moved her waist and legs.

This man has disappeared for many years, and Xiang Bei has never taken it lightly. But there is always a mistake in Baimi, he can't stop it every time, what should come is always coming!

The tuna sandwiches in the restaurant were particularly delicious, and Xiang Bei didn't eat lunch himself, so he packed two sandwiches and asked the driver to drive the car to the studio, planning to finish lunch with her, and he would go to a meeting in the afternoon. But as soon as he arrived at the studio, he saw Fu Huanyan standing in front of Song Dunn's car, and the two obviously came back together from somewhere.

Under the tree outside the painting, Xiang Bei sat in the back seat of the car, his knuckled fingers clenched gently, and the white paper bag was slowly pinched and deformed in his hand. couldn't wait for Fu Huanyan in the restaurant, and she didn't answer the phone, he basically guessed that this girl must have been inspired again, and she couldn't go out because she was busy painting.

casually took out a piece of cake from the refrigerator, Fu Huanyan bit the cake and poured a glass of water, and walked back to the drawing board. The rest of the time she can concentrate on drawing, she has to finish early and cook in the evening!

Hanging up the phone, Fu Huanyan ran into the kitchen with a cigarette and opened the refrigerator to check the ingredients. There are hams, vegetables, and eggs, so all the ingredients she needs at night are satisfied, OK!

"Okay."

"Okay," Fu Huanyan breathed a sigh of relief, "Come over that night, I'll cook for you." ”

The man's laughter was still gentle, "It's okay, I'm going to a meeting just as well." ”

"Hehe-"

"Hey!" Fu Huanyan held the phone, turned around and sat in front of the drawing board, and said, "I'm sorry, I just went out to buy something and didn't hear your call." Because I have to catch a painting temporarily, I can't eat with you. ”

The car in front of him was far away, Fu Huanyan puffed out his cheeks and retracted his gaze, and stuffed the box of watercolor paint in his hand into his bag along with the promotional album. Walking into the door of the studio, she hurriedly took out her mobile phone and called back.

She blushed and bowed her head as before, Song Dunn was stunned, and there was a light flashing in her restrained eyes. He pulled the car door and couldn't help but turn around again, "Yan, I hope to see you on Monday." ”

Looking at the embarrassment in his eyes, Fu Huanyan pursed his lips, and finally withdrew his hand and held the watercolor in his hand, "Thank you." ”

Song Dunn pressed the back of her hand and looked gloomy, "It's just a box of watercolor." ”

"Yan."

"No," Fu Huanyan excused, "I'll buy it myself." ”

She didn't say yes explicitly, and Song Dunn didn't force it. He smiled gently, took out a box of watercolor paint from the back seat, and stuffed it into Fu Huanyan's hand, "Sorry for delaying your time today." ”

"That's right." Fu Huanyan opened the brochure and was a little moved, "If I have time, I will go." ”

Song Dunn opened the car door, took out a delicate poster from the back seat and gave it to her, saying: "The main thing is to talk about my mental journey over the years, and some of my works will also be exhibited." ”

"Yes."

"Lectures?"

After drinking coffee, Song Dunn sent Fu Huanyan back outside the studio, he stood in front of the car with his hands in his pockets, and took the initiative to invite: "I have a lecture on Monday, are you interested?" ”

Hearing this, Fu Huanyan looked up at him, but quickly lowered his head in his hot gaze. Her fingers tapped together, and something flashed somewhere in her heart.

Song Dunn put his hands down in front of the table, and the tail ring worn by his little finger shone brightly, "I can understand." ”

"It's a pity that no one can understand it." Fu Huanyan sighed, looking lost.

This is not false, Fu Huanyan has always insisted on painting. After so many years, she had a quarrel with her parents at home and Xiang Bei because of painting, and in the end everyone had to compromise with her!

The pedestrians outside the window were in a hurry, and Song Dunn was holding a mug, his thin lips slightly hooked, "Persistent." ”

"What?"

"Well," Song Dunn nodded, looked at Fu Huanyan with restrained dark eyes, and said bluntly, "Yan, there is something in your painting that surpasses everyone." ”

Fu Huanyan didn't seem to believe it, his eyes were suspicious, "Really? ”

"There's a lot of potential." Song Dunn said in a deep voice.

"My painting ......" Fu Huanyan clasped his hands lightly, eager to ask his opinion. After all, Song Dunn has become famous in this circle, and she is almost still standing still.

When people grow up, they will naturally change, do you still expect her to draw those childish and ridiculous things forever? However, her mood has changed in the past few years, and Fu Huanyan herself can feel it, and there is an extra taste of vicissitudes in her paintings.

Song Dunn curled his lips and smiled, "I accidentally saw it a few days ago, and your painting style has changed. ”

"Your painting has improved a lot compared to before." The man opposite suddenly spoke, Fu Huanyan instantly came back to his senses, and said in surprise: "Have you seen my painting?" ”

Depend on! Fu Huanyan remembered that there was still fire in her heart, this stinky boy could poke her wound every time she spoke!

Isn't it mature? Fu Huanyan pouted, a few days ago, her fourth Fu quarreled with her and said that she was going to be ripe and didn't marry herself, she really despised it!

Song Dunn shook his head, his slender fingers were lightly raised, and he gently painted in front of Fu Huanyan, his eyes were gentle, "You are still the same as before, but you have become mature." ”

"Nope."

A woman's youth is only a few years, and she spends almost all her time painting. So Fu Huanyan told herself more than once that she must draw a famous hall!

Fu Huanyan shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "It's getting old." ”

"Yan, you've changed a lot." Song Dunn raised his eyebrows, looked at the once innocent girl in front of him, and spoke softly.

The eyebrows and eyes of the man opposite are still the same, Fu Huanyan raised his head, Song Dunn is still dressed so casually, denim clothes, and long hair seem to be his theme, which has remained unchanged over the years.

The phone happened to vibrate at this moment, and Fu Huanyan reluctantly put the phone in the bag. Forget it, if she answers the phone at this time, I'm afraid there will be more misunderstandings, so don't answer it!

Fu Huanyan held the mobile phone that was turned to silent, pouted, and said, "It's nothing." ”

"Do you have a problem?" Song Dunn asked cautiously.

It's over, she seems to have released pigeons for Xiang Bei!

Thinking of Xiang Bei, Fu Huan took out his mobile phone with a sigh. Sliding off the screen and seeing a lot of missed calls, she bit her lip and her expression sank.

Pinched a piece of sugar on the side and stuffed it into his mouth, Fu Huan's eyebrows frowned, the coffee brewed by Xiang Bei was delicious, not bitter at all, and had a special aroma.

Sighing silently, Fu Huanyan picked up the cup again and took a sip of coffee, still frowning bitterly. How the hell did she drink it before? At that time, I still felt very fragrant after drinking it, but where did it smell good? It's obviously bitter to death!

At that time, Fu Huanyan took the cup, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were smiling, "I want to drink." ”

I still remember that night in the ancient town, Song Dunn unscrewed the thermos kettle, poured out two cups of hot coffee, handed Fu Huanyan a cup casually, and asked her with a smile, "Classmate Fu, do you want to drink black coffee?" ”

Fu Huanyan glanced at the cup in a daze, slowly recalling the previous events. When she was still in college, she began to love painting, and at that time, she mixed with her classmates in the school's painting club, and once went out to sketch and met Song Dunn, a top student from the Academy of Fine Arts.

Black coffee?!

"Is it bitter?" Song Dunn frowned when he saw her, and hurriedly asked, "Don't you like black coffee?" ”

Fu Huanyan didn't speak, picked up the mug and took a sip, frowning slightly.

Song Dunn pursed his lips and nodded halfway, "This time, a friend wants to hold a personal art exhibition, please come back and help." ”

The coffee in the cup was stirred up in a whirlpool, Fu Huanyan lowered his head, smiled, and said, "It's really rare, for so many years, this is the longest time you've been back." ”

"Last month." Song Dunen's eyes fell on Fu Huanyan, and his gaze did not hide it in the slightest.

Fu Huanyan stirred the coffee in the cup, looking slightly nervous, "You...... When did you come back? ”

A gallery-turned-café is decorated in a style that retains the unique elements of a studio. The bright colors of the white statues, the drawing boards, the graffiti on the walls, and the sketches hanging all around them are very rich.