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There are many people walking around in the art exhibition, including successful people in suits and leather shoes, and elegant ladies in long skirts. The theme of this art exhibition is "My Emotions", because many internationally renowned painters participated and attracted many people.

Each artist has its own exhibition area, and the exhibition area of ​​famous painters is particularly crowded, while the exhibition area in the corner is particularly deserted. The sign outside the exhibition area reads: Maddog, a dog with a horse pole.

In the exhibition area, there was only one tall young man standing in front of the oil painting, looking up at the painting in front of him with pious and excited eyes.

The light above the head fell on the young man, outlining the handsome facial features of the young man, the deep browbones are deep and three-dimensional, the special two-color eyes are full of hot emotions, and the special blue eyes are as beautiful and mysterious as the depths of the sea.

Wei Lu felt the hands on his side trembling, it was because of excitement.Looking at the painting, he looked at the very dramatic picture, and saw a puppy on the beautiful stage, and another puppy in the auditorium. The two puppies looked exactly the same, looking at each other The expressions are the same all the time, as if the same person is playing two roles in the virtual world, the performer and the spectator, one performing and the other applauding, and the protagonist is only himself from the beginning to the end.

The bright red and blue are intertwined, and the delicate lines can feel a strong catharsis. The content on the canvas seems to tell why he is the only one crying and laughing alone, and there is only him in the world. able to understand his emotions.

He slowly stroked his chest with his hand, and felt the joy that had been silent for a long time be released at this moment. It turns out that oil painting can give people such a lively collision between emotions. No wonder the teacher asked him to choose this major. It turns out that there are such gorgeous things in the world. Colors can crash open his closed world.

Looking at the painting called "bravo" in front of him, his eyes became hotter and hotter, and the signature in the corner made him engraved in his heart.

Maddog is a dog with a horse pole, is it Chinese or Chinese?

His whole body began to agitate, he wanted to know this person, what kind of painter's paintings could make his blood boil at a glance, and make him feel that the world still has colors.

"No, I don't want it!"

Suddenly a young boy's voice came from behind him, he frowned and his eyes showed a bit of displeasure, who was making the noise in the art gallery?

Turning around slowly, I saw a boy behind him who was smeared with paint all over his body. Even his fair face was stained with paint. He couldn't see his real appearance clearly, but thought it was very funny.The little boy was walking and bouncing while holding the paintbrush, and ran straight to his exhibition area.

But it didn't take long before a blond man behind him grabbed his collar and pulled him back.

The man bent down and put his hand on the little boy's shoulder and said something warmly, probably in French, which he didn't understand, and after a while he saw the boy who was a little unhappy on his face suddenly smiled, that was A pair of smiling eyes, smiling very cute.

I saw the boy holding his paintbrush shaking his head and cheering, but he was quickly stopped by the man. The boy seemed to understand that loud noises are not allowed here, so he put his index finger on his lips and made a gesture of hissing. Very playful, and soon laughed out loud at the man in front of him.

Lu Wei looked back, this is just a small episode, just be quiet.

He put his eyes on the oil painting on the wall again, his eyes were hot again, and there was a bit of love under the hot eyes, his thumb and index finger rubbed each other, as if he was looking for some feeling.

So after reading it, he found the person in charge of the exhibition area and bought the painting directly. The person in charge quoted him a thousand pounds. He shook his head and gave him the most suitable price.

Bought the painting for [-] pounds.

In fact, he felt that this price was not enough, and he could give more with his ability, but he thought there was still a chance, and then he told the person in charge that if there were any paintings by this artist in the future, please stay, and asked if he could see you Meet this painter.

"Sorry, this painter doesn't like dealing with buyers very much."

After being rejected, he didn't mind. After all, he was very happy to be able to see such a painting. This trip was worthwhile.

From then on, he has an additional muse in his heart, the sun who takes him out of the gloomy world.

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The room filled with dust is opaque, just like the mood of the owner of the room, it is full of depression and depression, small friction sounds can be heard faintly, and there seems to be a choking sound.

"Why can't I find... where did you go..."

A few rays of sunlight shone under the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and only the light falling on the floor could be seen interlacing with the light and dark of the person beside the bed.At this moment, the curtain was accidentally opened by something, and the light was thrown into the room with the corner of the opened curtain before it was clear that it was a painting.

And there was a man curled up beside the bed. His face was covered with long hair and his expression could not be seen, but his trembling body and choked voice could be heard to be sad.

Seal stones, albums, and several exquisite and beautiful oil paintings were scattered all over the floor, as if surrounding the man and giving him a sense of security.

The light outside moved slowly, and finally fell on the man's face. Through the hair, one could vaguely see the man's face full of vicissitudes and red eyes. He was holding several picture albums tightly on his chest, and the tears in the corners of his eyes kept flowing. with.

The pain and emptiness that seemed to drain his soul made it impossible for him to think about anything else.

He went to France again in the past few days. He wanted to see if he could still buy Gouzi's paintings, but after contacting the person in charge, he told him that the artist no longer paints, and all the albums are gone. No longer published.

For a while, he felt unbelievable, so he ran all over the major bookstores to find maddog's picture album, but he really found that it was gone. He obviously got a picture album last week, but why did it disappear like it disappeared out of thin air? As if it never appeared.

Returning home in a daze, feeling that everything was meaningless.

His spirit, soul, and love are pinned on a painter he has never seen before, and he is very insecure at first, but now that the painter no longer paints, his spiritual pillar will completely collapse.

Can anyone save him?

"Ah Wei, would you like to come out for dinner?"

It was his father who knocked on the door, but he was already unable to respond. He didn't think about food or tea, and he felt that he was going to be unable to hold on.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the carving knife on the bedside table, maybe... it would wake him up.

"what--"

A cry of pain and warmth made his chaotic brain slowly wake up from the torture.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and a few footsteps ran in in a panic.

"Lieutenant Lu, are you crazy? Why do you hurt your own hand for the sake of a painter who has never seen it! You are an artist, and your hand is your life!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu what should I do, my husband, Ah Wei's hand..."

"Ah Gui, hurry up and let the medical team come over!"

"Yes, sir!"

He tightly held the wrist of his right hand, the pain sweeping his whole body made his thoughts extremely clear at this moment, looking down at the blood flowing wantonly in the palm of his right hand, yes, the hand is his life, but just like this He was still alive after being stabbed by the knife, so would he still have a chance to wake up?

"It's really lucky. The knife almost touched the nerve, but this situation is also very serious. There may be no way to restore the flexibility of ordinary people for the time being. It will take a long time to restore the strength of the hand."

"Then can he still carve stones?"

"It can be, but it may not be able to return to the way it was before. It needs to be done slowly."

He was lying on the bed looking at the light blue ceiling, his right hand had been anesthetized and he couldn't feel pain, but it was precisely because he couldn't feel anything that he felt more empty inside.

Gently stroking his hair with one hand, it was his mother.

"Don't be afraid, mom and dad will always be with you, can you find that painter for you?"

His mother is German, a very elegant female pianist, and a good mother who has always indulged him. It is he who has always worried the family.

"Mom, I want to go to Old Street."

"Then you can't go until your hands are healed."

"Do you think I still have a chance to meet him?"

"You like him so much, fate will allow you to meet."

Fate?

The sun was shining on the old streets of the old street. He returned to his favorite house, ready to refresh himself here. Before he opened the door, he heard a series of laughter coming from the room, refreshing Breaking through the hot summer, intertwined with the sound of cicadas, it is extraordinarily comfortable.

He slowly pushed open the yard door, and then saw a young man sitting on his wooden chair shaking, his delicate and fair appearance made him take a second look.

I don't know why, but it feels weird.

So he said hello first.

Then he saw a bit of confusion in the boy's eyes. It should be because he was curious about who he was, but after reacting, the boy stood up and smiled at him:

"My name is Xia Xingcheng, the summer of summer, the star of the stars, the clear Cheng."

I saw that the young man's beautiful eyes were dispelled from confusion and stained with fine luster, like stars, falling lightly on his chest, slightly hot.

It was as if a ray of light crashed into his world, pushing away his closed heart once again.

Some trance.

There was a rustling sound in the yard, and then a hand slapped him, pulling him back from distraction in an instant.

"Brother Wei, it's you who said you can't be distracted when carving stones, you are distracted yourself!"

After being hit on the hand, Lu Wei recovered and looked at Xia Xingcheng beside him: "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Brother Wei, look at my masterpiece?"

The young man's beautiful and clear eyes sparkled with anticipation, causing ripples in his heart. He didn't even look at the seal stone in Xia Xingcheng's hand, and said with a smile:

"very nice."

It was so beautiful that he couldn't look away, and he found the second light in his life, which became the belief he wanted to continue to have.

Xia Xingcheng shook his head a little proudly, he touched the back of Wei Lu's hand with the seal stone and smiled: "Look, I'm still a little bit good, don't worry, I'll carve your stone for you, don't worry too much about it, Rest and rest, I see you were still rubbing your hands last night, did it hurt again?"

"Well, it hurts." Lu Wei stretched out his right hand with downcast eyes, with a very thick skin and carefulness.

"Then I'll rub it for you?" Xia Xingcheng poked Lu Wei's hand and asked tentatively.

"Okay, thank you."

Xia Xingcheng put down the tool in his hand and held Wei Lu's right hand for others to rub. He lowered his head and carefully massaged along the scar on his palm.

The warmth of the contact between the two hands stirred Lu Wei's heart, his eyes fell on the top of Xia Xingcheng's head, and the doting eyes seemed to overflow.Looking at Xia Xingcheng holding his hand, he was still a little bit happy, this little guy is really innocent.

His uncle is really too scheming.

"Comfortable?"

Caught off guard, the little guy looked up at him, Xia Xingcheng saw him before he looked back with a smile, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

But he still pretended to be calm, nodded and said: "Very comfortable, awesome."

Xia Xingcheng saw Lu Wei's face suddenly changed, why did he put away his good smile just now, shrugged his shoulders for no idea, so he lowered his head and continued to help people massage, this is his benefactor father, he has to be careful, otherwise there will be no luxurious air-conditioned room Slightly.

After Lu Wei lowered his head, a smile appeared on his face again.

His eyes are full of pampering.

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Lu Wei smiled like an idiot.

Xia Xingcheng: ... Tsk, pay attention to your image, I'm still a kid.

Xia Xingche: I heard that I will show my face in the next chapter?so happy.

Jiang Chengyun: Yes, yes, we will meet by the swimming pool, watching the water drop from my chest, ambiguous and——

Xia Xingche: Be quiet.

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It should be entering v on Friday, and there will be an explosive update of [-] words at [-]:[-] am on Friday. After entering v, every chapter will have a red envelope!

The fat little cutie is rough and rough~