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In the afternoon, Jiang Chengyun left after class, Aunt Luo left before going back to cook, Xia Xingcheng was bored leaning against the head of the bed and drawing on the tablet.

I am painting Lu Wei.

Lu Wei, who said he would come back at noon, didn't come back because he wanted to have a dinner, so he could only draw people to pass the time.

The tip of the pen quickly outlined the outline of Lieutenant Lu. He drew the scene of Lieutenant Lu arranging his clothes facing the floor-to-ceiling window this morning, and carefully drew all the details of Lieutenant Lu.

He likes Lu Wei's hand very much. This hand is like a universal hand that can do everything, as if there is nothing he can't do. Now after wearing the watch, it feels another way. This man is really like a man. A mysterious door, every day you open it, you will be pleasantly surprised to find a different Lu Wei.

When painting, he is used to putting himself into the painting to draw content. In the past, he used a dog to replace himself, but this time he painted himself.

Hua himself was watching Lu Wei from the side, watching how Lu Wei tidied his clothes and cuffs, every detail was infused with his own feelings, with care, heartbeat, and longing.

Hehehe, Lu Wei is so handsome!

Just when he was halfway through the drawing, he saw a phone call, it was a strange call, he answered it suspiciously:

"Hello, may I ask?"

"I am Fang Zhiqing from Fang Zhi Wo Tong Gallery."

Xia Xingcheng immediately put down the tablet: "Oh, hello, teacher."

This is the owner of the gallery, why did he suddenly call himself? Could it be that he felt that he had been on leave for too long and that he was no longer wanted?

"I have the portrait you painted in Lin Tong's shop last time in my hand. It is the painting that painted me. I want to ask you, is the signature below yours?"

sign?

Xia Xingcheng thought for a while and replied, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Are you Maddog's dog?!" The volume on the other end of the phone suddenly increased, as if something incredible had been discovered.

Xia Xingcheng heard the crackling over there as if something had been thrown down, he rubbed the back of his head in a daze:

"Teacher, do you know me?"

His dog-climbing signature is actually very individual, because he was studying painting abroad at that time, and he didn’t want to use Xia Xingcheng as his signature, so he named himself a dog named "Tao Ma Gan". It is translated into maddog, which means mad dog.When he signed, he was used to writing both names. He only wrote the abbreviation MD for his English name, and wrote the D very big, so he signed it in Chinese.

But he didn't expect that someone in the country would know him.

"Are you really a maddog?!" Fang Zhiqing on the other end was very surprised. He never thought that maddog would be such a young child. When he saw Xia Xingcheng's basic information before, he was surprised that this child was only 18 years old. There are many types of paintings, but when Lin Tong gave the painting to himself, he saw a sketch.

He was shocked by Maddog's signature in the corner, because he was familiar with it and because he was an idol, so when he saw the signature, he really jumped up on the spot, and he couldn't help his girlfriend being dumbfounded.

He studied oil painting, and went to France to study during college. During that time, the collection of emotional stories of Maddog, a mysterious impressionist painter who was popular in France, was almost a volume for every student who studied oil painting.

No one knows Maddog's real name, only that he is from Huaxia.

Maddog's superb combination of colors seems to be able to shock their nerves. This person can express all emotions vividly with colors. Every story in that story collection has the same combination of colors, but can express completely different emotions. , and the expression is very clear, so that even a person who does not understand art can understand the content of the picture.

Broken colors, the brushwork is loose but extremely smooth, but you can indeed see the immature style in the brushwork. I thought it was the unique fairy tale style of the master, but I didn't expect it to be a child who is about to grow up!

Xia Xingcheng moved the phone away, the excited sound scared him, he could hear the excited tone on the other end: "That teacher, don't get excited, but how do you know me?"

Oh, has he become popular in China?

I am really excellent.

Fang Zhiqing felt that he couldn't wait to see this legendary dog ​​with a horse pole, but he couldn't lose his demeanor, so he could only pretend to be calm, and then expressed his admiration:

"When I was in college, I had the opportunity to study in France. I saw your painting by chance at an art exhibition. It was "I and the Dog". People are locked in a cage, and the dog outside uses a pitiful expression. Looking at the person inside, this is the picture! It’s yours, right! Are you really a maddog, right!!!”

After Fang Zhiqing finished speaking, he was even more shocked. Wasn't this kid only eleven or twelve years old when he was in college? !

genius!

"That, that, that, can I see you now!! Oh my god, maddog, you are a maddog!"

Xia Xingcheng: "..." Wow, so he is worshiped?But when I think about his color vision judgment, I feel a little confused:

"Teacher, please don't get excited. In fact, there is one thing I didn't tell you. I also thought about it for a long time. I shouldn't hide it. I originally told you when I thought about it this time."

"whats the matter?"

"I can't tell the difference between green and blue because of my eye injury. Teacher, do you want more?"

Fang Zhiqing was silent for a long time after hearing this. The distinction of colors is the most important ability for them to learn art. Once they lose this ability to distinguish, it is already the worst thing.

He remembered the information that all Maddogs had disappeared during this period, and naturally thought of the injury, could it be because of this?

The emergence of a genius is exciting, but can the judgment of a genius lose its color and be called a genius?

Xia Xingcheng heard the silence on the other end with a bitter smile on his lips. He knew that no one would want him after he said it. The colorblindness in art is obviously limited by his major. He may not even be able to go to the art department when he is a sophomore. Going in, although he has a way to distinguish between green and blue, but it's all about the smell, if you let him see it, you will definitely not be able to pass.

"I want."

Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a moment, he thought he heard it wrong: "What?"

"I said I would." Fang Zhiqing at the other end said decisively: "I know you can use your sense of taste to distinguish each color. I think although you can't tell the difference between green and blue, your sense of taste can."

Xia Xingcheng was very surprised: "You know this."

He also wanted to say that he saved this stunt until the end as a nirvana, but he didn't expect that all this would be known to him.

"So can I ask you to draw a painting? It will be assessed as a signed artist of this gallery."

"You want to sign a contract with me?!" Xia Xingcheng didn't expect to be able to develop into a contracted author at all.

"I don't know why you disappeared in France. All the published books about you are gone. I think this is definitely not what you mean. How could you let yourself disappear in your best years because you love painting so much. So you Do you want to appear in China? The genius painter Maddog, as long as you sign with me, I guarantee you will get 90.00% of the remuneration. Of course, it seems vulgar when it comes to money, but this is my greatest respect for you. I will feel that I can talk to you It was a great honor to work together.”

"May I think about signing the contract before replying to you, teacher?"

When Fang Zhiqing heard Xia Xingcheng said that he would consider it, he naturally smiled, which meant that there was a chance: "Okay, no problem, I'll be waiting for you to come anytime, see you in the office on Monday, or you want to meet at the school You can also meet outside. By the way, which class are you in?"

"Freshman, Class [-], Department of Finance."

Why did Fang Zhiqing feel so familiar, something flashed in his mind, but he didn't catch it: "Well, that's okay, let's see you on Monday, you have appendicitis, you should pay more attention to your diet and rest, the assessment will be discussed when we meet .”

"Okay, thank you teacher."

Then the call ends.

The ward became quiet in an instant. Xia Xingcheng stared blankly at the wall, as if he was thinking about something, his eyes were filled with unbelievable emotion, his eyes gradually turned red, and his hands were clasped tightly, because the knuckles were on the back of his hands with extreme force. Printed finger marks.

It's been a long time, he really hasn't touched oil painting for a long time.

He has always had a very strange habit. He only needs to do oil painting in the studio. It seems that some strange factors are restricting him. Only in the studio can he pick up a brush and start painting.Obviously he has been out for so long, and there are many painting utensils in Wei Lu's room, but he can't pick them up easily, because of that strange factor, like a cage, which locks him in one place and has to be fixed Only then can he pick up the brush and start painting.

Only oil painting can do that.

But his favorite is oil painting.

Now there is an opportunity, an opportunity for him to completely release himself, what he wants to touch is oil painting, this is what he will continue to do, and now he finally has the opportunity to continue in a fair manner.

draw……

Yeah, how stupid he never thought of such a method before!

The redness at the corners of the eyes seems to be suppressed by the ecstatic excitement, the eyes are bright and dyed with a fine luster, as if hope is rekindled, and the fingertips of the tightly clasped hands are slightly curved, as if scratching the back of the hand. What are you doing.

It never occurred to him to ask for help, yeah, he could.

Picking up the tablet at the side and looking at Wei Lu who had just finished drawing, kissed it with tears and excitement, and then pressed the tablet to his heart, as if this person was by his side, and he couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. Emotional eye sockets were completely red, and he lowered his head and sobbed.

"I have a chance..."

He desperately escaped from the place where he was bound, because there was no place for him to paint, and everything was extinguished by a fire, and now he is trying to find a new place to start again, he wants a completely It belongs to his studio, a studio that no one can take away.

Now he finally has his chance.

"Lieutenant Lu, I'm so happy..."

He wanted to tell Wei Lu such joy, and he also wanted Wei Lu to feel his joy.

At this moment, the phone rang, and he looked down at the caller ID, his eyes lit up instantly, and he picked it up immediately:

"Brother Wei, Brother Wei, Brother Wei!"

A series of pleasant calls on the other end of the phone were exceptionally clear in the parking lot. Wei Lu was about to drive and wanted to call Xia Xingcheng, but as soon as he got through, he heard the little guy calling him so happily, and his brows couldn't help but tinge with joy. Happy, the corners of the lips hooked slightly.

"What's the matter so happy?"

He was very happy to hear that.

"I miss you, when are you coming~" Xia Xingcheng lay on the bed clasping the corner of the pillow with his hands, his tone subconsciously coquettish, without even noticing it.

Lu Wei lowered his head and smiled, he held the car keys: "Is that how you miss me?"

"Think about it!" Xia Xingcheng felt a little embarrassed when he heard Lu Wei's deep and gentle laughter on the other end of the phone, and grabbed the quilt unnaturally: "After all... I haven't seen you for three hours."

Lu Wei couldn't help but smile again, his eyes were stained with tenderness: "Okay, I'll be there soon."

Hearing Lu Wei's voice, Xia Xingcheng wanted to share his joy with Lu Wei more urgently: "Then come here quickly, I want to tell you something, a big thing!"

"I'll go buy you food first." After Lu Wei finished speaking, he added: "I may have to go back to the old street to get the seal carving stones. Do you have anything for me to take?"

Xia Xingcheng heard that someone was going back and thought about it just in time, a sly look flashed in his eyes: "I want to see your art book, that meanme."

"You also know that I have this book, have you read it?" Wei Lu put on his bluetooth headset after getting into the car and drove away from the school.

"That must be read, can I not read the master's book!" Xia Xingcheng blew his rainbow fart again, in fact, he just wanted Lu Wei to read the contents.

For some reason he had a premonition, a very strong premonition.

"Okay, then I'll bring it over later."

After finishing speaking, Xia Xingcheng said goodbye to him with a smile, with a helpless and doting smile in his eyes, he reluctantly took off the earphones.Then he saw the Bluetooth signal cut off from the phone, and because the screen was on, he saw the wallpaper on the screen.

It's a photo of the two of them with their hair tied together before.

His eyes fell on Xia Xingcheng's white and prickly prick, and then he thought about what this guy said about himself just now, his heart softened so much.Yeah, they haven't seen each other for three hours.

miss him.

Just as he was turning a corner and was about to drive the car out of the parking lot, there was a roar of a locomotive on the way out of the turn, and he braked immediately, almost hitting him.

His back rushed forward due to inertia and then slammed back into the back of the chair, raising his head with a frown, which guy would dare to drive like that in school?

When I opened the car window, I saw a familiar face in my eyelids.

Jiang Chengyun saw a Maybach getting off the teacher's parking lot and was so frightened that he immediately braked. Although he didn't know that the school had so much money to drive a Maybach, the ones coming down from the teacher's parking lot were either teachers or leaders, so he quickly parked his motorcycle and got off. Apologize to the car.

After all, it was his fault. He thought that there would be no cars coming out of the parking lot at this time, so he was a little presumptuous. He wanted to have a drift, but luckily he didn't.

He ran to the parked Maybach car and said apologetically, "I'm sorry teacher, I didn't see any car getting off."

Then he saw the car window slowly lowered, and a familiar face came into view, his eyes widened in shock, and he almost failed to stabilize his car.

Lu Wei turned his face to the side and smiled: "Student, you can drive, but be careful."

"Lieutenant Lu?! Why are you here, or are you coming down from the teacher's parking lot?!" Jiang Chengyun looked at Wei Lu in the car, his mind was a little confused. Although this man had cut his hair and shaved his beard, he could not forget the appearance of this man No, but what's the situation today, driving a Maybach down from the teacher's parking lot...

"Please call me Teacher Lu." Seeing that Jiang Chengyun was surprised to see himself, Lu Wei seemed to satisfy his bad taste, and slightly neutralized the guy's rudeness last time. He said with a smile: "It's a good thing to know the mistakes and correct them. Don't drive like this in the future. Pay attention to safety, classmate Jiang."

After speaking, he nodded to the person, closed the window, and drove away.

Jiang Chengyun was dumbfounded: ...

Fuck, Lu Wei is a teacher, or a teacher in their school, true or false.

Lu Wei drove to Huangcheng Old Street. On the way, he thought about whether people's IQ would really drop when they fell in love. He really went to compete with other children just now.

No, Jiang Chengyun is an opponent, and it is normal to compete.After all, it is Xia Xingcheng's childhood friend, and he has known him for more than ten years. He, who has known him for more than a month, must be incomparable in many aspects, so he can't take it lightly.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was the reason, and hurried back to the old street to get things, and went back to accompany Xia Xingcheng after taking them.

After returning to the old street, he quickly found the seal stone he needed, and then went to get his own painting album on the bookcase. The story of meandme was painted when he was in the worst state, but after finishing the painting, he met maddog with a horse pole After that, he slowly relieved the depression caused by being silent for too long.

Taking out his own book and looking at the gloomy cover color, he has already let go of it now, and he doesn't know why Xia Xingcheng wants to read this book.In fact, there are still paintings drawn by Xia Xingcheng last time, and he put them together with his album with careful thought.

Just as he put the book down, a piece of paper floated out of the book. He looked down at the paper on the floor and picked it up immediately after seeing what it was. It was bought with a child in France. An illustration, it is an illustration drawn by maddog's Gouzi. Every time he is in a bad mood, he will take it out and read it. He forgot to put it in this meanme.

Stretching out his hand to caress the slightly yellowed paper, it seems that he still has nostalgia. This is the belief that once brought him out of the predicament. Although he has regained his strength now, Gouzi is still a painter who has deeply influenced him.

Just as he was about to stack the drawing paper with the picture book, his eyes fell on the signature at the bottom of the illustration, and his eyes suddenly changed.

I saw that there was an extra name and four characters under the signature of maddog.

Xia Xingcheng

Come on, Lieutenant Lu.

The handwriting is exactly the same as the signature, and his name, and the handwriting is very new at first glance, as if he suddenly discovered some secret, his eyes flashed slightly, and an incredible idea surged in his heart.

Studied in France, has 12 years of painting experience, best at oil painting...

Maddog's dog is Xia Xingcheng? !

He immediately opened his picture album and took out the small cartoon that Xia Xingcheng had drawn before, and stared at the drawing in his hand with his whole body, holding his breath. The strong sense of familiarity that flashed in his mind before suddenly had an explanation.

The puppy whose eyes fell on the painting, the hand holding the paper trembled, all the surprised emotions in his eyes turned into ecstasy and poured out from his heart unreservedly, that is to say, the painter he has always been fanatical about turned out to be his favorite Little guy, is there such a coincidence in this world? !

Looking up at the house across the yard, he couldn't suppress his excitement at all.

It turned out that the belief that helped him drive away the solace in the darkest period, and the belief that had been unable to believe that it suddenly fell, was by his side.

his muse...

his white moonlight,

is the same person,

It's called Xia Xingcheng.

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Xia Xingcheng: OMG, my vest is too tight!Finally off~

Lu Wei went crazy again.

The next chapter is a high-sweet warning, pay attention to controlling your emotions, and comment!