Soft temptation

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

And those 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 painting with rich greenery, "Where should I hang it?"

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

She put the cake box on the table with a very light sound.

"...the living room?" Lou Ruan suggested in a low voice, "The sofa."

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

Xie Yanli smiled lightly, turned to look at her, "Okay, listen to Madam."

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

After only replying to her, she turned her head again, dropped her cold and slender hand, and picked up the painting.

The oil painting in soft and hazy tones stands against the pair of white porcelain hands, and it is no longer known who is more beautiful.

Lou Ruan stood by the dining table, but still raised his foot, "I'll help you."

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

Although he doesn't have any at home, there are quite a few of them at the old man's side, and he often goes to work as a coolie.

Lou Ruan stopped moving again, his superior figure reflected in his clear pupils.

She sat down and opened the cake box.

The fresh strawberry cake tastes tempting.

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

As if she was not needed at all, Xie Yanli hung up the painting by himself.

Three paintings of different sizes are hung on the wall in an orderly manner, with different tones, but they look beautiful in a different way.

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

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

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

In 2009, she was only in her teens, and she was still in junior high school. Although she had already started to draw, she was at the level of casual learning in interest classes...

She looked at those paintings, a little lost in thought.

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At this moment, Haicheng, Haicheng National Gallery.

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

The person in charge sitting opposite him continued to ask:

"Then we see that most of your works are about unrequited love. Are these all your real experiences?"

The painter with a pale complexion raised his eyes. His amber pupils were temporarily out of focus due to sleepiness and stagnation. 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 a college elective class. He is a biology student, but I can see him in every elective class in our college." Speaking of this, the young painter with golden curly hair finally Smiling, "The girl he has a crush on is in our Academy of Fine Arts."

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

"Yes." The painter raised his hand to support his pale face due to the lack of sunlight, "The "Secret Love for Her" is about them."

"Wow! It's 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 photo he saved and I wanted to draw it myself." He smiled, "The photo I saw...is not the same as my painting."

"In that photo, there are actually many people sitting under the tree, but she is the only one in his eyes."

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

The corners of the young painter's lips curled up slightly, and he shook his head while resting his face on his fingers, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint everyone. "Secret Love for Her" can't be exhibited anymore. It took a plane to catch a flight to the north of Beijing this morning."

"It should be here by now."

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

"It was planned to be exhibited before, but something unexpected happened." He withdrew his hand, straightened up and said, "I will tell you, Mr. Qiao."

"...May I take the liberty to ask, is there any accident?"

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

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

She looked at the person in front of her with blond curly hair, a perfect snow-white face, and a gorgeous smile. She seemed a little unacceptable, and said in a difficult voice, "...you don't look like someone who would sell paintings to friends."

Actually, what she was trying to say, you don't look like someone short on money.

Obviously the painting is someone else's story, why is it still sold to someone else!

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

Of course, justified.

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

So I drew a lot of thank-you banquets, such as drawing small cartoons by the window of Xie Yanli, looking out of the window in a daze, Xie Yanli walking under the ginkgo trees in their Academy of Fine Arts...

All named "Missing Her", "Waiting for Her", "Want to See Her"...

He swears that they are all his best works. He has exhausted all his life's knowledge, with all emotions and skills, and each one has a great sense of story.

Originally, I wanted to post it on Weibo, but in the end, I didn't let me post even a single thank you banquet.

Is there any way, is there any way, he only hates that his paintings are so good that people can tell that it is a thank you banquet at a glance, which violates his portrait right.

So a lot of works have not been released.

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

He deserves it!

Not so easy to be an artist's friend!Ah!

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

Still want him to give it away for nothing?

Impossible.

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Beijing North, 08:30.

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

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

She walked to the door of Xie Banli's room and knocked on the door lightly, "Thank you Banli?"

The door was open, and there was a glimmer of light in the small gap.

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

There was a rustling sound from inside, like putting on clothes.

In a few seconds, the door was opened, and Xie Yanli with wet hair appeared at the door, with a faint scent of bath liquid on his body, "What's wrong?"

Lou Ruan stepped back subconsciously.

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