The licking dog is rebellious and firmly grasps the script of Bai Yueguang

"You were just sick at the time, I can't blame you."

Xie Yi curled her lips and pressed a kiss to his lips, "Tomorrow is your art exhibition, so have a good rest."

The young man hugged his waist, buried his head in his chest, and his breathing gradually became longer.

Fu Tinglan's eyes were slightly startled, and he looked at the person in his arms for a long time. He raised his hand and gently rubbed his hair, but tears gradually filled his eyes.

He was so lucky that someone had seen him at his worst and still didn't hate him.

Every minute and every second spent with Xie Yi made Fu Tinglan feel that the world was so beautiful, and it was him who lit up his dark world.

Xie Yi was like a bright sun, shining powerfully on his heart.

Pull him out of the abyss bit by bit.

"Ayi, I will love you forever."

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The exhibition was held in Fu Tinglan's private art gallery.

This art gallery has been storing precious paintings collected by Fu Tinglan over the years. Later, after he found his muse, the art gallery was filled with Xie Yi's portraits.

Recently, Xie Yi forced me to replace the painting with the landscape painting he usually painted.

Many collectors came here because they heard it was Fu Tinglan's personal exhibition.

Fu Tinglan's paintings have always been rare art treasures, and each work is full of his unique artistic style and emotional expression.

There has never been a private painting exhibition in many years, how could they miss it this time?

In the exhibition hall.

Collectors stopped to admire it one after another, and from time to time they would let out one or two excited exclamations. At the same time, some private discussions also came from the exhibition hall.

"Mr. Fu's paintings are full of rich colors. Look at the delicate brushwork. Each painting is like an independent world. It's fascinating to see it."

"I wonder if you have noticed that starting from the paintings at the door and going inside, Mr. Fu's paintings seem to be different from the previous ones."

"I also have this feeling. The front is Mr. Fu's usual painting style, but the further inside it becomes, the more different it becomes. It doesn't look like something Mr. Fu would draw at all."

"Yes! It looks like he has exhausted his talents. These paintings must not have been made by Mr. Fu, right? They are so different."

Rich collectors were discussing it lively.

At this time, Fu Tinglan held a painting in one hand and walked slowly out of the inner room.

He is tall and elegant. His shirt, tie and suit are all uniformly light-colored. His wrists are loosely rolled up. An amber diamond ring on his ring finger makes his fingers have clear joints and makes them appear more slender.

The diamond ring between the fingers is obviously a matching ring, and there should be another one of the same style.

But they didn't expect that Fu Tinglan would get married at such a young age. Which lady was so lucky to be his wife?

Many collectors smiled and complimented.

Some people were curious about the painting he was holding in his arms. They first praised him for his bold colors, using a large area of ​​red as the background color, and using red as the clothes of the characters. His idea was very avant-garde.

At this time, someone asked him what the source of inspiration was.

Fu Tinglan paused for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a gentle smile on his face and eyes, "She is my muse and my lover."

As soon as these words came out.

Many people looked at the sparkling ring on his ring finger, and there were even more compliments, but no one was so shy as to take a picture of the cherished painting in his hand.

After Fu Tinglan appeared on the stage, he kept holding the painting with no intention of putting it down. He seemed to just take it out to show off his painting to everyone.

After the collectors had browsed the entire exhibition hall, Fu Tinglan invited everyone to sit down together. He took the microphone handed by the staff and walked slowly onto the stage.

"Today I invite you all to come to my personal art exhibition. In addition to wanting to auction off all my paintings over the years, I also have something important to tell you."

Fu Tinglan's voice was gentle and powerful, which made many media eyes shine with excitement. The spotlight turned on the man on the stage, and many collectors in the venue held their breath for a moment.

Everyone was curious about what Fu Tinglan would announce.

Is it his lover?

Or will the painting in his arms fetch a high price?

Or maybe...he decided to hold a solo exhibition every year in the future?

However, Fu Tinglan raised her eyebrows slightly, and after scanning the audience lightly, her voice was steady and powerful, speaking word by word.

"From today on, I will stop writing and will no longer create."