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In February, the waterlogging in country D was exhausted, and flocks of white pigeons stopped in front of the Emia Cathedral, fluttering and scattering snowflakes.Just like the guidance released by Noah in the flood, in the afterglow of the magnificent sunset, it hovers into a hymn.

It was not a Sunday, but the block was rarely full of people.Pedestrians lined up spontaneously and squeezed into the art gallery next to the church like a sightseeing group.

Today, there is an art exhibition to be held here.

This is the solo oil painting exhibition of Zhu Shen, who is hailed as the "genius painter from the East" by the oil painting circles. It's too tight.

But the painter himself doesn't seem to care about it, he is sitting outside the small cafe opposite the church, watching the little white pigeons passing by leisurely - if the agent Wu Xufei didn't pull him here, he would definitely be in a relationship Are too lazy to step forward.

Wu Xu next to him swiped his phone and looked up at Zhu Shen from time to time, but he was obviously not in a good mood, and his brows were deeply frowned.

No need to think about it, he knew that this person started to visit domestic and foreign literary and art forums, both large and small, to add to his embarrassment.

Zhu Shen took a sip of his coffee, lowered the brim of his peaked cap, walked to the front desk and asked the waiter for a ballpoint pen and a piece of paper, and then returned to his seat.

Wu Xu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, but there was always a slight smile on the corner of Zhu Shen's mouth, with a slight alienation. He raised the brim of his hat, pressed out the refill, and began to draw on the paper up.

Wu Xu glanced at him, sighed softly, and felt more and more that he was the emperor and not the eunuchs.

In recent years, most of the outside world's evaluation of Zhu Shen has been negative.

The blame can only be blamed on Zhu Shen becoming famous too early, growing too fast, and painting style too bright, and once he entered the bottleneck period, when he wanted to stop and think quietly, the outside world began to criticize him.

After all, since he became famous, countless pairs of eyes have been staring at him.If one can achieve an achievement that many people cannot achieve, then this person is always prone to doubt and malice.

Besides, he is still so young.

Emia Cathedral is a typical Gothic architectural style, tall and thin.Zhu Shen seemingly casually sketched a few strokes, fixed the proportions of the church, and then started to draw from the spire. The unique vertical lines of Gothic architecture immediately appeared on the paper, and the arched and round windows were methodically drawn by him. distributed over the building.

While he was drawing, he suddenly heard whispers from behind.

Maybe it's been a long time since the weather has cleared, but the business of this coffee shop is much better today than in the past, and it is full of customers from inside to outside.A pair of parasols separated the small round table. These umbrellas can shade the sun, but they are not soundproof. Therefore, Zhu Shen just happened to listen to the high-spirited talks of the white artists behind him.

Coincidentally, Zhu Shen was the main character they were talking about.

"I wish that I have been silent for so long, but the works that can be exhibited now are still works from a few years ago."

"I think Moeen Cakmak will probably regret accepting him as a Chinese student?"

"May God bless him for a few more years, haha!"

"..."

Wu Xu clenched his hands on the edge of the table, and was about to turn around to defend Zhu Shen, but Zhu Shen raised his hand to stop him.I saw Zhu Shen tap the church on the painting, and asked him: "Do you think my proportions are correct?"

Wu Xu lowered his head and took a look. The proportions of the painting are perfect, and the lines are clean. Even a few random strokes are enough to show his skills.

Over the years, Zhu Shen's edges and corners have really been smoothed out a lot.

Even Wu Xu, who has always had a jumpy personality, followed him in silence.

The people behind him spoke more and more badly, but Zhu Shen's expression was always calm, and he only cared about the matter in hand.Soon, the Emia Cathedral appeared vividly on his paper.

Zhu Shen closed his eyes, added a few more strokes, and then put down the brush.

Although it was a hasty sketch, Wu Xu felt that the painting was very good. Just as he was about to say something, Zhu Shen picked up the coffee and drank it down.

Seeing that he drank the black coffee without a single sugar cube, Wu Xu couldn't help but twitched his eyebrows together, as if feeling bitter for him.

In the past few years, since Zhu Shen's color discrimination problem has occurred, it seems that even his sense of taste is not as good as before.A person who used to have such a sweet tooth, now seems to have changed his gender.

Zhu Shen didn't feel bitter, took a tissue to wipe his mouth, put the tip on the table, and acted gracefully like an aristocrat in the last century, then he lowered the brim of his hat and walked out of the cafe.

Wu Xu stood up, looked back at the tall and straight church and the lifelike pigeons lingering on the paper, an inexplicable sadness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't care about his sadness, he picked up his steps and chased after him. .

At this time, the white artists sitting behind them saw them walking away, and glanced at the table in front of them inadvertently, and the first thing they saw were vivid white pigeons.They seemed to be attracted, they stood up at the same time, poked their heads and looked at the paper again, and immediately recognized the Emilia Cathedral with a mysterious and lofty atmosphere and a sad and thin characteristic.

Their faces were shocked, they pushed the chairs, hurried to the table, raised their heads and shouted at Zhu Shen's back: "Drawing! Hey! Your painting!"

The person in front walked further and further away, I don't know if they heard it or didn't hear it.

Several people stood around the round table, forming a ridiculous and funny triangle, their hands holding the drawing paper were trembling.They glanced at each other, and their eyes finally stopped at the signature in the lower right corner.

——Just came out of the art museum, it is impossible for them not to know whose handwriting it is from.

Looking at the slender figure passing through the flock of pigeons, they stood up straight in front of the table, showing a sense of awe.

The pigeon from country D is not the one who recognizes its birth. It fluttered its wings and swept across Zhu Shen's back. It stopped on his shoulder for a second or two, and then continued to fly high.

Zhu Shen was wearing a white windbreaker, and the color of the sun was slightly reflected on his body.

He just squinted his eyes and looked at the sunset that was about to set, his beautiful eyes sparkled with magnificent ripples, he didn't know what he thought of.

As early as before Zhu Shen's eyebrows and eyes were opened, someone had said that his eyes were destined to be affectionate.At this time, the pupils of the pupils projected the light pattern of dusk, and the eyes like glass beads were even more shining.When it is closed, the setting sun is restrained, and when it is opened, the streamer is reflected.

Wu Xu only thought that he was unhappy being laughed at, so he took the initiative to comfort him and said, "Who said you are living on your laurels? Don't we still have paintings that are not lads?"

Zhu Shen looked at him and smiled softly, as if waiting for him to say something.

"..." Wu Xu thought for a while, and reminded him: "If you ask me, your painting "Dizzy" is very good!"

It was indeed Zhu Shen's painting not long ago.

The painting uses bright colors that Zhu Shen has rarely touched in recent years, and the style is also quite different from the former freehand brushwork that is more oriental.

The style of "Twilight" is abstract, like the dusk on Paradise Lake in country L, where the day and night are separated by beams of light, the clear water waves glow with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the colorful and mottled light and shadow are like a crumpled dream.

It is a lover's poem.

Is the soul of a lover.

The two walked towards the opposite direction of the art gallery, and Wu Xuyue said more and more excitedly: "When I saw that painting, I thought your illness was cured, and your evening painting was absolutely amazing!"

"Twilight?" Zhu Shen turned his head to look at him and stopped walking.

Wu Xu wondered: "Didn't you draw the dusk?"

"No." Zhu Shen looked at the setting sun falling from the top of the tower with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were deep, but he was inexplicably sad: "I drank too much that night."

"It's not the dusk, it's the wine," he said.

Recalling that night, the ice cubes swayed back and forth in the wall of the cup that Zhu Shen was holding, making a crisp sound, and under the warm-toned ceiling lamp, it reflected fantastic colors, ups and downs, deep and shallow shallow.

That night, the most charming thing was Zhu Shen's eyes.

"I got drunk and lost my head, and I got married on impulse." Zhu Shendan said: "So, it is called "Drunk"."

"Good guy!" Wu Xu clapped his hands suddenly and said, "I said why did you get married in a flash!"

Zhu Shen got married two months ago, and the news of the marriage was like a thunderclap, blowing up the entire city of Yancheng.The man who married him was Zhong Heng, the heir of the Zhong Group, and because the two families belonged to an aristocratic family, there was inevitably an element of matching by the elders behind this marriage.

But the marriage was so sudden that it brought people who couldn't match each other into one place. If they weren't both men, those who didn't know would think that someone had a son.

Immediately afterwards, under the attention of everyone, the newlyweds held a banquet in Yancheng.

Wu Xu was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the trigger for marriage was a glass of wine.

He suppressed a smile, "It's no wonder that your drinking capacity will spend the rest of your life in it..." After receiving a leisurely glance from Zhu Shen, he immediately changed his tone and asked, "But even if you're drunk, can't you just play tricks? Aren't you good at this?"

Zhu Shen glanced at him, but didn't answer.

I am ashamed to say it.Both of them drank too much that night, Zhu Shen cried and said that they must get married today, but Zhong Heng was still sensible and advised him to think again.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Shen grabbed his collar and said that he must tie it.

At that time, Zhu Shen's brain was almost paralyzed by alcohol, and everything was done by instinct.Forcing Zhong Heng to disturb the Zhong family's relationship, he called the registrar to the bar to register their marriage.

It was an absurd thing to say. Before signing the contract, Zhong Heng asked him in a calm voice: "Do you really want to get married...with me."

Zhu Shen was decisive, and signed without saying a word.

In fact, he was too drunk to say a complete sentence at that time, but he felt that he must have said something, otherwise Zhong Heng, who has always been rational and self-sufficient, would never have been provoked by him to sign his name.

But the next day, when the two signed the postnuptial agreement, Zhong Heng remained indifferent and didn't mention the drunkenness last night.

The two made an agreement in three chapters. In order to reassure the grandfathers of the two families, they had to maintain their loving husband and wife in front of others and not disturb each other behind the scenes.

In the past two months, it can be regarded as... all in peace.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard someone behind him calling Zhu Shen's name in Chinese.

Zhu Shen looked back and saw that it was his assistant Xiaoyan.

I saw Xiaoyan walking over holding a bunch of beautifully packaged hyacinths: "Congratulations, teacher! Congratulations, teacher!"

Zhu Shen glanced at her, "This is?"

"The hyacinths that were airlifted just now were sent by Mr. Zhong!"

Zhu Shen couldn't figure out when Zhong Heng bribed his assistant, so he couldn't help feeling that this person was really perfect, and if the media saw him, he could use flowers to show off his love or something.

Xiaoyan sent the flowers to his arms, her face full of joy: "Mr. Zhong also said that he will come to country D to see you tonight!"

Zhu Shen was a little surprised.

Zhong Heng has been busy in the country recently, and the plane from Yancheng to country D will take nearly ten hours at the fastest, Zhong Heng doesn't seem like a person who can travel back and forth.

Xiaoyan is a love brain, and she is sure that this is a newlywed couple who are like glue, so she can't help but envy: "You two are so loving!"

Zhu Shen had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the flowers. The first clause of the post-nuptial agreement between the two was to keep tight-lipped about this fake marriage.

Wu Xu clicked his tongue, looked at the flowers, and then at the people. After holding back for an entire afternoon, he finally said without surprise: "Maybe this is sending guns from thousands of miles, D is less affectionate."

"..."