Lou Ruan raised his hand and took the small cake in his hand.

And the few people who moved things also quietly packed up the garbage and went out.

Xie Yanli stood there and looked at the three paintings carefully, and his eyes fell on the last green painting, "Where can I hang it?" ”

Lou Ruan put down the flowers in his arms and looked back, Xie Yanli stood in front of the three paintings, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his expression was extremely focused.

She placed the cake box on the table with a soft, soft sound.

“…… Living room? Lou Ruan suggested in a low voice, "This side of the sofa." ”

The home is too simple, there are no decorations, and the place behind the sofa is all empty.

Xie Yanli smiled lightly and turned his head to look at her, "Okay, listen to Madame." ”

His voice is melodious and clear, with a tone that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

After only replying to her, he turned his head again, his cold white slender hand fell, and he picked up the painting.

The oil painting in soft and hazy tones lined the hands like white porcelain, and I don't know who is more beautiful.

Lou Ruan stood at the dining table, still raised his feet and went over, "I'll help you." ”

"No, you can go eat cake." Xie Yanli smiled, "I'm still good at hanging paintings." ”

Although he didn't have it at home, there were a lot of old men on his side, and he didn't go to work as a coolie.

Lou Ruan stopped his movements again, and his superior figure was reflected in his clear eyes.

She sat down and opened the cake box.

The fresh strawberry cake tastes enticing.

Lou Ruan picked up the plastic fork and began to enjoy it.

As if he didn't need her at all, Xie Yanli hung up the painting himself.

Three paintings of different sizes are hung on the wall in a staggered manner, in different tones, but they look different kinds of beauty.

Lou Ruan licked her lips and tilted her head slightly to look at the painting hanging on the wall.

At her level, in 2009, she was able to draw a work like "Island Rose", which is really amazing.

No wonder you can be friends with Xie Yanli, they are all geniuses......

In 2009, she was only a teenager and was still in junior high school, although she had already started to paint, but it was the level of casual learning in interest classes......

She looked at the paintings, a little distracted.

-

At this moment, Haicheng, Haicheng National Gallery.

The young painter in a white shirt raised his hand and yawned silently.

The person in charge sitting across from him continued to ask:

"Then we see that most of your works are about crushes, are these your real experiences?"

The pale, sickly painter lifted his eyes, the amber eyes were momentarily unfocused, and after a few seconds, he seemed to come back to his senses, "Oh, no, it's my friend's." ”

"My friend and I met in college electives, and he was a biology student, but I could see him in every elective at our college." Speaking of this, the young painter with curly blond hair finally smiled, "The girl he has a crush on is in our academy of fine arts. ”

"Wow, do you want to go to your academy for the girl you like?"

"Yes." The painter raised his hand to support his face, pale from the lack of sunlight, "That 'Crush on Her' is the painting of them." ”

"Wow! Is it the one you posted on Weibo before, you said it was a custom work, did your friend ask you to draw it? ”

"No, I saw the picture he saved, and I wanted to draw it myself." He laughed, "The photos I saw...... It's not quite the same as my painting. ”

"In that picture, there were actually a lot of people sitting under the tree, but he only had her in his eyes."

The female person in charge's eyes lit up, "It's very romantic, I look forward to seeing that painting in this exhibition." ”

The corners of the young painter's lips curled lightly, and he shook his head with his fingers on his face, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint everyone, "Crush on Her" can't be exhibited, it took a plane to Jingbei this morning. ”

"At this point, I think it's already here."

"Huh?" The person in charge looked down at the form in his hand, "You said ...... before"

"I was going to exhibit it before, but there was an accident at the moment." He withdrew his hand, straightened up, and said, "I'll talk to you Mr. Qiao." ”

“…… Can you take the liberty of asking, is there something wrong? ”

"The two protagonists in the painting are married." The young painter straightened up and smiled slowly, "I sold the painting to the hero as their wedding gift. ”

The person in charge sitting in front of him: "??? ”

She looked at the person in front of her, with golden curly hair, a perfect snow-white face, and a gorgeous smile, as if she was a little unacceptable, and said in a difficult voice, "...... You don't look like someone who would sell your paintings to a friend. ”

Actually, what she wants to say, you don't look like a person who is short of money.

It's obviously a story of other people, why is it still sold to others!

Bai Ye yawned, tears came out, he rubbed his eyes and said, "It's okay, he's not bad for money." ”

Rightfully so, rightfully so.

He met Xie Yanli when he needed inspiration the most, and always felt that he had a strong sense of story, and later learned about it.

So I drew a lot of thanksgiving gifts, what thanksgiving gifts drew small cartoons by the window, Xie Yanli looked out the window, Xie Yanli walked under the ginkgo biloba in their art academy......

All of them are named "Missing Her", "Waiting for Her", and "I Want to See Her......

He swore that it was all his best work, and he had exhausted all his life's learning, emotion and technique, and each one had a great sense of story.

Originally, I wanted to post it on Weibo, but I didn't let me send it to the thank you banquet.

What can be done, what is the way, he only hates that he paints it too well, so that people can see at a glance that it is a thank you banquet ceremony, which violates his portrait rights.

So a lot of works didn't be posted.

The money he earned from selling it to him now is a blessing for him!

He deserves it!

Friends of artists are not so easy to be! Scold!

He still doesn't know who Xie Yanli's wife is in their hospital, whether she is a junior sister or a senior sister or the same level, whether she is studying Chinese painting or sculpture or oil painting or watercolor or whatever, and he still wants him to give it for nothing?

Do you want him to give it away for nothing?

It can't be.

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Jingbei, half past eight.

Lou Ruan suddenly thought that she hadn't thanked her family after changing WeChat.

I didn't really want to log in, so I stood up with my phone and walked out of the door.

She walked to the door of Xie Yanli's room and knocked lightly, "Xie Yanli?" ”

The door was not closed, and there was a glimmer of light in the small gap.

Lou Ruan looked at the small crack, did not push the door directly, knocked on the door again, and waited quietly outside the door.

There was a rustling sound inside, as if they were getting dressed.

In a few seconds, the door was opened, and Xie Yanli, who was wet with his hair, appeared at the door, still with a faint scent of shower gel, "What's wrong?" ”

Lou Ruan subconsciously stepped back.

The clothes on his body seemed to have just been put on, the neckline was a little crooked, and there were water droplets rolling down from his collarbone, and the lower body was a pair of loose gray sweatpants, which was a very common kind, and he looked extraordinarily tall and slender when he wore it—