After coming out, Jiang Zhou secretly accused himself of being inconsiderate.

When asked about Gu Mo, he said that Dr. Hou Hao, who had operated on him before, had gone abroad a week ago.

When things reached the point of hesitation, Jiang Zhou took people to dinner first, but after the meal, Gu Mo suddenly said that his right leg hurt badly.

It was early in the morning on Hou Hao's side, and just as Jiang Zhou was looking at his mobile phone and hesitating whether to call, he suddenly heard a heavy gasp around him.

He turned his head and saw Gu Mo sitting in a wheelchair with a sweaty face, his cheeks were frighteningly red, like a remnant flower that had just been picked up from the pouring rain, the whole person opened his mouth, panting heavily, and his chest cavity under the gray thin clothing was like a broken blower blowing up and down, making a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Zhou bent down in an instant and held on to the handle of the wheelchair.

Suddenly, he felt something hit the instep of his foot, and when he looked down, he saw half a piece of crystal yellow citrus

After realizing something, Jiang Zhou's face suddenly became very ugly, and he immediately called out to the nurse.

The situation took a turn for the worse, watching Gu Mo being pushed into the ventilator, and after the emergency room door was closed, Jiang Zhou couldn't care about anything else, and immediately dialed Hou Hao's phone number, which had been stored in his mobile phone for a long time.

*

The next morning.

Su Deng had a small yellow leather bag on his back, and as soon as he left the dormitory building, he received a call from Jiang Zhou.

"Dengdeng, I'm sorry, I suddenly have something on my side, I'm afraid I can't accompany you to the exhibition......"

"What's the matter?" Su Deng paused, listened to the tired voice on the other end of the phone, and couldn't help but worry.

“…… I'm sorry. ”

"What the hell can't you say?"

"Mr. Jiang, this ......"

Hearing the nurse shouting, Jiang Zhou sped up his speech, "Lights, the painting will be unfolded until four o'clock in the afternoon, maybe I can arrive in the afternoon, if I can go, I will send a message to tell you in the car, and I'll tell you when the time comes, okay?" ”

The clear female voice was in her ears, although Su Deng believed in Jiang Zhou's feelings for her, but at this moment, there was still a strong dissatisfaction in her heart.

She said coldly: "This is the second time, Jiang Zhou, when did you become so talkative?" ”

"Lights, I'm really sorry. Well, okay, I got ......"

The last few sentences were obviously said to others, and Su Deng was so angry that he hung up the phone directly.

Fortunately, the exhibition was quite comfortable, whether it was the furnishings or the painting shooting, it was more stylish than she imagined.

In the clean exhibition hall, the style is her preferred simple gray tone, all kinds of paintings, sculptures and other exhibits are colorfully inlaid in it, and if you look up at will, you can see the English introduction in italics everywhere.

There were a lot of people coming to see the exhibition, but it was not crowded, it was not noisy, and the conversation was in a low voice.

Su Deng was in the middle of it, and the bright white light came down from the top of her head, staining the classical frame of the oil painting in front of her with a holy smell.

Stopping to look at it, her eyes are attracted by the rich and dark colors in the painting, as if they are randomly laid out, but the clear texture shows the depth of the space.

From a distance, the subtle rendering of the details seems to suck her whole person in.

Su Deng couldn't help but take a step back, but suddenly bumped into a warm object.

She turned, just about to say sorry, but met a pair of familiar eyes.

"Is that you?" Su Deng said in surprise.

The man also recognized her obviously, and in surprise, the corners of his mouth raised a warm smile, "What a coincidence." ”

He put down the camera and stretched out his hand to her, "Hello, my name is Song Changjin." ”

Su Deng chewed, and he added: "The long street is long, and the brocade clothes are brocade." ”

"Su lantern, the lamp of the lamp." She reached out and shook his palm.

"Do you like Moxie too? It seems that you have been standing in front of this "Pink Water Lily" for a long time. Song Changjin asked.

Su Deng nodded, looking at the painting in front of him with a slight distraction.

Moxi was a genius painter of the 19th century, and the main exhibit of this exhibition is more than 30 of his paintings.

She has loved his painting style since she was a child, and the man who paints the ever-changing light and shadow with delicate brushstrokes and heavy colors was once regarded by her as the peak she wanted to climb in her life.

And the one who led her on this mountaineering path was her mother, Lu Manman, a woman who became famous and famous as a teenager for her ability to paint jasmine.

Su Deng obviously inherited her talent for painting, and she also decorated the wings of her dreams with her own hands.

Before Su Deng mustered up the courage to cross the cliff and truly soar above the nine heavens, Lu Manman tore her wings with his own hands.

Her eyes drifted as she looked at her slender but soulless right hand, her eyes gradually clouded with a shade of gray.

"It seems that our preferences are also on the same page." Song Changjin said.

Su Deng came back to his senses and looked at the man beside him, "What do you say?" ”

"Many people think that Moxi's "Sunset" is the most representative work of his school, both from an artistic and ornamental point of view. I don't deny that "Sunset" is indeed extremely valuable, but I think that "Pink Water Lilies" in front of me is the pinnacle of his technique. ”

Su Deng nodded subconsciously and asked the reason instead.

"Look." Song Changjin raised his hand, and the slender bone joints framed an area in the air.

"In this place, the roots of the water lilies, each color is very soft when taken out individually, but their whole is intense, there are no clear shadows and contour lines, and when they are rubbed together, they show a strong sense of depth."

Su Deng couldn't help but be shocked, she raised her head slightly and looked at the man in front of her who was focused.

"It reminds me of a sentence that I recently read in a science fiction book — between inches, and there's no bottom in the middle."

"You're so nice." Su Deng said.

Song Changjin scratched the back of his head, his broad and calm eyes sparkled, "This is a small opinion of my own, not enough to worry about, but thank you for your affirmation." ”

It is a very pleasant thing to visit an art exhibition with a like-minded person like Song Changjin.

They would exchange ideas from time to time, but most of the time he was talking and Su Deng was listening.

Song Changjin can always express the feelings in her heart concretely, but it is not exactly the same reproduction, but often goes off the rails, puts forward points that she has never thought of, and gives her a novel feeling like entering a paradise.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little ashamed, in fact, I came into contact with painting relatively late, and if I was enlightened, I was probably seven or eight years old, on a website that seems to be called Sunflower......"

"You actually know Sunflower?!" Su Deng exclaimed.

Song Changjin seemed to be amused by her reaction, "I saw it on an elder's computer, this website is quite niche, but it does include many works of exquisite skill and value. ”