Today is Christmas Eve, do you have wood to eat apples and pinch them?! Tomorrow is Christmas, and I wish you all a happy Christmas Eve! Merry Christmas!

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Xiang Bei raised his hand, and the painting in front of the drawing board was smashed to the ground. Fu Huanyan's eyes contracted, and his face turned pale and screamed: "My painting! ”

Bang dang -

Xiang Bei's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and the look that flashed under his eyes was covered with a layer of coldness. Fu Huanyan instantly realized that it was not good, she wanted to stop it, but she couldn't move as fast as him.

"Crazy?"

"But I like it." Fu Huanyan snorted angrily and threw away the painting in his arms, and said angrily: "Can you not go crazy!" ”

"Because I don't like it."

"What if I don't let you go?" The man asked rhetorically, Fu Huanyan frowned instantly, "Why?" ”

At this time, when he said these words to Xiang Bei, he couldn't listen to them at all. Especially the painting in front of the drawing board made him even more angry. As long as you are not a fool, you can see what kind of thoughts Song Dunn has in mind when painting this painting!

Fu Huanyan blinked, remembering what he said that night, his face couldn't help but change, "Xiang Bei, I just went to participate in the painting club, there are many people there." ”

Xiang Beijun's face was gloomy, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, "What did you promise me?" ”

"Fu Huanyan!"

"What do you mean?!" Fu Huanyan immediately exploded. Is this bastard settling old scores with her? But why did he turn over old accounts, when she knew Song Dunn, she didn't know him Xiang Bei!

"Am I not right?" The man's face was gloomy, and his tone became scathing, "If he hadn't disappeared suddenly, would you have been able to stand in front of me today?" ”

Fu Huanyan's face suddenly sank, "Xiang Bei, don't talk nonsense!" ”

First love?!

The man tilted his head and poured the wine from the glass, put down the glass and walked towards her, "How does it feel to meet your first love?" ”

She suddenly didn't know how to explain it, would it get darker and darker?!

"Out?" Xiang Bei's tone was obviously wrong, Fu Huanyan bit his lip and explained: "That ......"

Oops, forgot to put the painting away! Fu Huanyan secretly gritted his teeth, having a bad premonition.

"It's a good drawing."

"How did you get back early?" Fu Huanyan ran in happily, but saw Xiang Bei sitting in a chair in front of the drawing board, holding a wine glass in his hand, and his eyes were very cold.

Fu Huanyan hugged the painting and pushed open the door with a smile. There are only a few people who have the keys to her studio, and she should have guessed who it is at this time.

Someone?

Seeing his car drive away, she walked to the door with the painting in her arms. However, as soon as her hand touched the door, she found that the door lock was open.

Song Dunn pursed his lips, Fu Huanyan was stunned holding the painting, and then waved his hand at him, "Okay." ”

"See you next week."

The atmosphere instantly became awkward, Fu Huanyan hated this feeling, nodded and was about to go in.

Song Dunn wanted to help her wrap the scarf that was spread, Fu Huanyan subconsciously dodged back, and the man's outstretched hands were withdrawn with some embarrassment, "Go in, it's cold outside." ”

"Okay then." Fu Huanyan accepted it calmly.

If you continue to prevaricate, it seems to be hypocritical. And strictly speaking, that painting does have something to do with her. With her name and her back, there was nothing wrong with her accepting the painting.

"That's what you're supposed to be." Song Dunn clasped his hands around his chest, and his eyes were gentle.

There were no pedestrians on this road, Fu Huanyan stood on the side of the road with the painting, his eyes staring at his toes, and said, "That painting, did you really decide to give it to me?" ”

"By the way." Song Dunn spoke softly.

By the time the crowd dispersed, it was already dark. Song Dunn drove Fu Huanyan back, and he opened the car door to move her bicycle down. Fu Huanyan held the painting in his arms and thanked happily, "Thank you for sending me back." ”

"There is progress." Song Dunen's advice was very pertinent, and Fu Huanyan nodded humbly.

The seniors spoke, and those people naturally shut up. Fu Huanyan raised his eyebrows and stared at him, and asked, "What do you think?" ”

Song Dunn always stood by her side, and when she saw her completed work, her thin lips couldn't help but hook, "Everyone has their own style, and Huanyan's painting style is different from yours." ”

"The colors should be bolder." Someone spoke, Fu Huanyan looked at it again, and felt that it made sense.

There was discussion around, and Fu Huanyan realized that she didn't know when everyone started standing beside her and whispering about her paintings. She didn't hate the atmosphere, and even desperately wanted everyone to give her some advice.

"Very good!"

In the next two hours, Fu Huanyan did not drink a sip of water or move the place. She sat in her chair without distractions and completed her work in one go.

Fu Huanyan didn't wait for him to answer, and had already hung up the phone. She quickly ran back to her chair, picked up the brush again, and continued her endless work.

Syllable!

Fu Huanyan was a little nervous, and said perfunctorily: "I'm painting, I won't talk to you, I'll call you at night." ”

The voice over there sank, and it took a long time for Xiang Bei to speak again, "Really?" ”

"I'm ......" Fu Huanyan glanced around, holding his phone and running to the window, "I'm drawing." ”

"Where are you?"

Everyone got together to paint, Fu Huanyan hadn't participated in it for many years, this feeling was very good, and it could make her impetuous heart settle down. The phone in her pocket vibrated from time to time, she frowned and slid the screen, and couldn't help but lower her voice when she answered the phone, "Hey? ”

When the words fell, her eyes lit up, and the scenery in front of her made her laugh. Fu Huanyan raised his pen and glanced at Song Dunn beside him, but saw that the curvature of the corners of his mouth was as gentle as water.

There was an extra cup of hot tea in front of him, Fu Huanyan picked it up and sniffed, and said casually: "I like it." ”

"Do you still like sunflowers?"

Song Dunn basically doesn't use his pen much, and keeps shuttling through the crowd to guide. Fu Huanyan held the pen, his mind was a little empty, and he couldn't think of what to draw for a while.

“…… Thank you. Someone around looked over, Fu Huanyan didn't want to attract more people's attention.

After a short time together, everyone returned to the topic. Everyone had a drawing board in front of them, Fu Huanyan was not prepared, she was worried, Song Dunen moved something over and put it in front of her, "You use mine first." ”

These people are all painting addicts, and they love painting like Fu Huanyan, so with them, Fu Huanyan will not feel that he is an alien, and that feeling is very good.

Fu Huanyan nodded, trying to maintain a detached attitude, not wanting everyone to misunderstand anything.

Song Dunn came out of the back studio with something in his arms, and when he saw Fu Huanyan standing at the door, he immediately smiled and said, "You're here." ”

Those friends were all Fu Huanyan's participation in the painting club in the past, but she has not been involved much in recent years, and there are few opportunities for everyone to meet. She smiled shyly and greeted everyone.

When he came to the studio, Fu Huanyan pushed the door in, and there was already a lot of people inside. The two-story building was full of dozens of people, several of whom she knew, and someone shouted: "Huan Yan, you are here." ”

After glancing at the time, Fu Huanyan went upstairs to change her clothes, put the things she needed into her bag, and rode out of the studio. Although Xiang Bei doesn't like her to participate in this kind of activity, she can tell him slowly and can always convince him!

Since getting along with Xiang Bei, Fu Huanyan basically doesn't participate in the activities of that circle, she feels that she is closed, closed in her own world, this is not good.

No one in the family understands, and neither does Xiang Bei. Fu Huanyan bit his lip, caught a glimpse of the red card on the table, and sighed silently. Maybe Song Dunn is right, she needs a circle like that, and she needs someone to give her professional advice and guide her in a direction when she is confused.

The things she paints have always been admired by her alone. Is it good or bad?

The painting in front of the drawing board was slim, Fu Huanyan looked back and saw the touch of blue, and his eyes moved. She took out all her works over the years on a whim last night, and after looking at them one by one, she was a little panicked.

I woke up early in the morning and the weather was not very good. The sky was overcast and gloomy, and it seemed that heavy snow was brewing again. Fu Huanyan stood by the window with hot milk in her hand, thinking that it must not snow, Xiang Bei was not there, she was afraid of the cold.

The past is like yesterday, Fu Huanyan recalled the previous time, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. In fact, there is a question that she has not asked to this day. Song Dunn's farewell back then owed her a reason.

She even thought that if she carried a bag with him all over the world, it would be a good choice. However, Song Dunn is a man like the wind, and his sudden farewell made Fu Huanyan search for a long time.

When I met Song Dunn that year, she had not yet graduated from college, and she was easily attracted by Song Dunn's artist's breath. And it turns out that Song Dunn does have something that Fu Huanyan admires, and his talent for painting is enough to impress Fu Huanyan.

Fu Huanyan raised her eyebrows, she couldn't draw such a charm yet, at least not yet. For almost most of the day, she was studying the color of this painting, just looking at it, she remembered what Song Dunn said on the stage that day, and the expression in her eyes changed slightly.

It's so well drawn!

Placed in front of the drawing board in the center of the studio, Fu Huanyan sat in the chair opposite and admired it intently. She lifted her fingertips and stroked the lines of the drawing from a shallow distance.

Fu Huanyan saw the name of the mailer, took a pen and signed. When the courier left, she unpacked it and carefully took out the painting called 'Huan Yan'.

Someone knocked on the door, Fu Huanyan put down the paintbrush and ran over, and the courier put down a big box and said, "Please sign for it." ”

Buckle buckle buckle -

Xiang Bei was on a business trip, and Fu Huanyan suddenly felt bored. Usually with him, at least three phone calls a day, he always asks her if she eats on time. Sometimes she was drawing because his phone call was interrupted for a lot of inspiration. But the phone was silent, and she felt unaccustomed.

"Good!" Xiang Bei chuckled, and tangled emotions flashed in his eyes. The intrigues and tricks he has used on Fu Huanyan over the years are not small, but he can't be like this forever, after many years, he really wants to see what kind of status he has in Fu Huanyan's heart? !

Xiang Bei has always known that that man is a different existence in her heart.

Xiang Bei stared at her eyes, and his mood gradually calmed down. Fu Huanyan has been very well-behaved all these years, and in her eyes, in addition to painting, she is painting, but now the man who made her obsessed with painting is back.

"I didn't." Fu Huanyan instinctively retorted.

Fu Huanyan gasped and subconsciously avoided his eyes. Xiang Bei stretched out two fingers and pinched her chin, his black eyes blooming with a sharp expression, "Answer me, huh?" ”

The thing that makes him angry?

The man's handsome face approached, Fu Huanyan raised his head and stared at his eyes, only to feel that it was dark and dark inside, and he couldn't see it at a glance, "Don't do anything that makes me angry." ”

"Huanyan."

Fu Huanyan tried to relax his body as much as possible, and took the initiative to reach out and wrap his neck. Such suppleness really won Xiang Bei's pity. The strength of his hand gradually softened, but it also held the person in his arms.

The kiss that fell on his lips was urgent, and Fu Huanyan gasped, and he could feel Xiang Bei's faint anger. At this time, she didn't dare to struggle, and instead went on the offensive with tenderness.

"Hmm!"

Xiang Bei was about to raise his lips, but when he thought about it, he felt that something was wrong. How did he fall to the point of being compared to walnuts?

"Huh?" Fu Huanyan saw his dangerous eyes and said vaguely: "You are more important than walnuts." ”

The man stared at him and said unhappily: "I'm not as important as walnuts?" ”

Xiang Bei suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her down, Fu Huanyan frowned and shouted, "I haven't finished eating my walnuts yet......"

Well, for the sake of him going out with Fu Laosi, she will forgive him for the time being.

It was rare that she would care about who Xiang Bei was on a business trip, the man's thin lips hooked, and said, "Your family Fu is the fourth." ”

Fu Huanyan pursed his lips in disappointment and moved off his lap, "Who are you on a business trip?" ”

The man shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "Not this week." ”

Fu Huanyan frowned, "Aren't we going to sea?" ”

"Weekend?"

"I'll be back on the weekend."

"Oh," Fu Huanyan responded, picking out a big walnut and pinching it, "How many days are you going?" ”

Although it was only a short pause, Xiang Bei could still feel it. His good-looking eyebrows sank, and he turned to say, "I'm going on a business trip the day after tomorrow." ”

Fu Huanyan's chewing action paused, "It's okay." ”

"Are you in a good mood today?" Xiang Bei's thin lips pressed against her neck and asked her.

"Okay." Xiang Bei narrowed his eyes, and her white calves swayed in front of him, disturbing his heart.

This walnut is really delicious, fragrant and easy to peel. Fu Huanyan pouted and ordered: "You give me more walnuts during the New Year, Liangliang also likes to eat snacks." ”

"It's not cold." Fu Huanyan shook his head and happily peeled the walnuts in his hand.

Xiang Bei dried his hair, turned over and sat beside her, and reached out to take the person into his arms. He pressed his palm against her calf, frowning dissatisfiedly, "Is it cold?" ”

"Eat more walnuts to nourish your brain." Fu Huanyan's two little white legs were dangling, the heating in the bedroom was very sufficient, she was not afraid of the cold, and she wore less.

Xiang Bei didn't like to eat snacks, but she peeled the walnuts, so he laughed, "It's delicious." ”

"You taste it." Fu Huanyan peeled off half of the whole walnut kernel and stuffed it into Xiang Bei's mouth, "Delicious, right?" ”

Xiang Bei came out of the bath and saw Fu Huanyan holding walnuts and eating like a squirrel, and couldn't help laughing: "Is it that delicious?" ”

Fu Huanyan sat on the edge of the bed and ate walnuts, Xiang Bei left all the new walnuts of this year that someone sent her a few days ago. The skin is so thin that she can pinch it open as long as she squeezes it hard.

I didn't eat lunch well, and Xiang Bei must make up for her dinner. Fu Huanyan never worried about these problems, she knew that she would not starve or freeze with Xiang Bei. Because he always took good care of her.

Fu Huanyan reluctantly turned to wash his hands, Xiang Bei walked to the kitchen with the bag, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the open gap in the wooden box by the wall, and his eyes sank instantly.

Xiang Bei dodged her outstretched hand, "Go wash your hands first." ”

In the end, it was the aroma of the food that was attractive, Fu Huanyan quickly covered the wooden box and ran over, "How do you know I'm hungry?" What to buy? ”

Squatting in front of the wooden box, Fu Huanyan held the pen and thought about things, but did not hear the sound of cars outside the studio. Xiang Bei came over early, carrying fragrant food in his hand.

The pen barrel is engraved with Song Dunen's name, and Fu Huanyan has used it for a long time, but since she threw the pen into the wooden box that year, she has never taken it out.

Fu Huanyan put down the paintbrush, walked to the wall and turned out the wooden box, opened it and picked up the bottom brush.

All afternoon, Fu Huanyan sat in front of the drawing board, and the blue back was repeated in front of him. It's her own back, it's her favorite color, but she can't paint that feeling.

Fu Huanyan deleted the text message, took out the red card and looked at it for a long time, then stuffed it into his bag. Getting up and walking into the kitchen, she pulled out a box of instant noodles, tore open the packaging and spice bag, and filled her stomach with the easiest way possible.

Forget it.

Riding back to the studio, Fu Huanyan entered the door and collapsed on the sofa, his whole body was a little wilted. It wasn't until she grunted with hunger that she came back to her senses and pulled out her phone from her pocket, the unedited text message was still in the draft box.

There was no time to say anything, Song Dunn had already run upstairs. Fu Huanyan had no choice but to stuff the card into his bag. When she walked out of the exhibition hall, the sun above her head was warm and shining on her body.

"Take it." Song Dunn stuffed it into her hand, turned around and prepared to go upstairs, "We'll wait for you." ”

Fu Huanyan was speechless.

"Come over when you have time." Song Dunn was not reluctant, "Yan, you should communicate with everyone more, and you can't just lock yourself in your own circle." ”

"I ......" Fu Huanyan wanted to refuse, "I'm afraid I don't have time." ”

"Every Friday afternoon, we have activities." Song Dunn didn't mind her expression, and said with a smile: "There are a lot of friends we used to know here, and there are many new members. ”

Fu Huanyan swept his eyes, biting his lip and not answering.

Lifting his watch and looking at the time, Song Dunn hurriedly took out a red card from his pocket and handed it to Fu Huanyan, "You are welcome to join us." ”

Hearing this, Fu Huanyan's eyes darkened. She had waited for a long time and didn't wait for his painting, but just when she had forgotten it, this painting came!

Fu Huanyan was stunned, and Song Dunn shrugged, "I promised to give you a painting." ”

"Remember what I said before?"

"But I'm drawing you." The man's deep gaze sank, and he said, "Yan, that work is painted for you." ”

"This won't work!" Fu Huanyan frowned, "This is your award-winning work, I can't ask for it!" ”

Song Dunn pursed his lips and smiled, "I'll send it to you another day." ”

"Sent to me?" Fu Huanyan was surprised.

Fu Huanyan looked at him and only listened to the man speak, "I gave you this painting." ”

"If you like it, it's fine." Song Dunn seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said with a smile.

Fu Huanyan frowned and nodded honestly. She had to admire Song Dunn's compositional color, and if she was allowed to paint her own back, she wouldn't be able to paint that feeling at all!

"Do you like it?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Fu Huanyan hurriedly waved his hand, trying to be very generous, "You drew great!" ”

"That painting ......" Song Dunen's face changed slightly, and said, "I painted your back and name without your permission." ”

"I'm sorry." Song Dunn opened his mouth to apologize first, and Fu Huanyan was stunned.

Before the text message was edited, Fu Huanyan turned his hand and put the phone in his pocket, "You say." ”

There were footsteps approaching behind him, Fu Huanyan turned his head, and Song Dunn panted and chased down, "I have something to tell you." ”

"Yan!"

The people around him walked down one after another, Fu Huanyan's eyes stared at the steps, and he gradually felt a little dizzy. She stood on the side with her lips pouted, texting first, and then moving on.

Fu Huanyan held her mobile phone and hesitated to ask Xiang Bei to have lunch together. The exhibition hall is not far from Xiang Bei's company, and if she rides there, it will take fifteen minutes to drive.

Taking the stairs is really a wise choice, there are not many people, and there are few people walking by. Fu Huanyan carried the bag on his back and slowed down his pace downstairs. She took out her phone and looked at it, but she didn't miss the call.

When she finally walked out of the exhibition hall, she saw that the elevator was overcrowded and didn't want to join in the fun. The twelfth floor was okay, she would rather take the stairs, she wasn't in a hurry anyway.

After the speech, a large crowd surged, and many people rushed to the front of the stage, holding a notebook and asking for Song Dunn's autograph. Fu Huanyan sat in the front row, obviously not dominating when he went out. She couldn't walk fast, so she could only move slowly with the flow of people.

Fu Huanyan pursed his lips, and his expression sank unconsciously.

Surprise suddenly erupted under the stage, and everyone was shocked at the same time, but also tasted something from his words. In an instant, the index of the girls' star eyes continued to rise. Infatuated artists are the most attractive!

"Thousands of times?!"

Song Dunn held the microphone and lowered his head slightly. There was a smile on his lips, and there was a certain emotion in that smile, "If this image is repeated thousands of times in your mind, I don't think you need a model to draw it with your eyes closed!" ”

"Isn't it possible for you to draw such a good work without a model by your side?!" The crowd thought it was incredible.

The hands hanging by his side tightened, Fu Huanyan tried her best to ignore the strange emotions in her heart, but there was always something pervasive. She loves the color blue, and Song Dunn knows it.

This touch of the purest blue can cleanse people's hearts.

A man's deep voice sounded in his ears, and Fu Huanyan raised his eyebrows. The painting has a blue background, an inky blue night sky, a figure sitting under the stars, wearing a plain white shirt and light blue suspender jeans. This is what Fu Huanyan wore that night, and to this day she still likes to wear strap jeans.

"I like backs."

After so many years, that man has realized his dream. But Fu Huanyan is still looking up, still waiting, still looking forward to it.

Fu Huanyan smiled and narrowed his eyes, and touched the cup in his hand with him, "Then let's compare and see who can realize the dream first!" ”

At that time, Song Dunn looked at her with some surprise and said with a smile: "Our dreams are the same." ”

"I hope that one day, my paintings will be hung all over the world, even in the most remote corners!" ”

In the evening of that year, she sat under the stars with a mug in her hand, talking innocently about her future dreams. To this day, she remembers what she said that night.

Fu Huan raised his head with a smile, and the slides on the stage happened to fall on this work. She looked fixedly at the painting, titled 'Huan Yan', and her red lips tightened unconsciously.

"Mr. Song, you have been a person for so many years, so why is the work 'Huan Yan' that you won the award not long ago the back of a woman?"

Again, someone stood up and asked questions, and the questions were indeed becoming more and more private. Everyone finally found an opportunity to locate the problem on Song Dunn's private life.

Hearing that he was still single, many girls here were eager to try. The stage background began to change, and Song Dunn's works were constantly projected through slides.

So many media wanted to interview him, but he almost refused.

There have not been many reports about Song Dunn over the years, he has a very eccentric personality, he usually doesn't like to show his face, he just likes to lock himself in the studio and paint endlessly. It's good if the painting is satisfied, but if he is not satisfied, he can lock himself in the house for a month and not go out!

Song Dunn, who was in the center of the stage, hooked his lips, and his expression didn't show any change, "Yes, I'm alone." ”

Hearty laughter erupted in the hall, this girl is too direct.

Hahaha!

After the speech, many people rushed to ask questions, and a girl held the microphone and asked loudly: "May I ask Mr. Song, have you been alone all these years?" ”

Warm and prolonged applause broke out again, Fu Huanyan came back to her senses, and unexpectedly saw Song Dunen's gaze towards her. She lowered her head weakly, not hearing what he had just said.

Whoa, whoa, whoa--

Fu Huanyan chuckled, otherwise people would be popular? Sure enough, there is a reason.

This feeling has not changed after all these years.

After so many years, Fu Huanyan saw him standing in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush again, and he could still feel excited somewhere in his heart. There is a unique charm in this man. As long as he stands in front of the drawing board, he can give people an invisible drive. It seems that whether you like it or not, you should stand in front of the drawing board with him.

The speech on the stage lasted for more than forty minutes, and Song Dunn was basically standing. From time to time, I walked to the drawing board, picked up a paintbrush and sketched a few strokes, and the simple lines were vivid.

The unnaturalness in his heart all disappeared in Song Dunn's calm gaze. Fu Huanyan took off his coat and held it in his arms casually, and his frowning brows gradually smoothed out.

Song Dunn stood in front of the microphone, his hands hanging casually in front of him. There was no superfluous expression on his face, and even his gaze did not rise and fall when he looked at Fu Huanyan.

There was an empty seat on the far right of the first row, Fu Huanyan pursed his lips and sat down, welcoming the sideways glances of everyone around him. She raised her head a little embarrassed, but happened to bump into the eyes of the man standing in the center of the stage, speaking into the microphone.

"This way, please." The staff led the way in front, and Fu Huanyan didn't have time to ask more, so he could only follow quickly.

Fu Huanyan was stunned for a moment, and nodded instinctively, "I am." ”

The hall, which can accommodate several hundred people, is almost full. Fu Huanyan stood in place in a daze, unable to see the empty seat at all. The staff in black uniforms on the side saw her and hurriedly trotted over, "Miss Fu? ”

The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor, Fu Huanyan lowered his head and walked out, and warm applause broke out from time to time in the open door. When she walked in, she was drowned out by another thunderous applause.

Fu Huanyan walked inside with his bag on his back, laughing as he walked. Well, the pavilion is indeed more modern than before, but this luxury is like the taste of her family's fourth child.

The exhibition hall in the city center was completed just last year. It was rebuilt on the basis of the original old pavilion and renovated. The most important thing is that the refurbished drawings are from Fu Jinchen.