Rose

Song Huici twitched the corner of his lower lip sarcastically, and strode away from the exhibition without hesitation.

Ye Liuyuan looked at his back and smiled. As a writer, although he is not a very good writer, he also knows that some foreshadowing and foreshadowing are essential.

Ye Liuyuan left the painting exhibition and drove home, and said to the system: "Mr. System, after seeing this painting exhibition, I realized the difficulty of the task. The definition of 'peak work' is too vague, even Song Huici's own Definition, if I can't see the painting, I can't even get it."

"Do you have any clues about Song Huici's paintings?" Ye Liuyuan asked.

"..." The system was silent for a while, and then said with a 'ding dong', "Mr. Ye, congratulations on accumulating three comments, the system can provide you with a clue."

[Song Huici has a secret collection room, which houses all his paintings that he least wants to be discovered. 】

"Thank you, Mr. System." Ye Liuyuan paused and asked, "Is it the same person who left me three comments? If yes, can you thank her for me?"

"Yes." The system said: "I will pass on your thanks and do my duty."

With this clue, Ye Liuyuan also has a plan.

"The next dinner, I think it's a good opportunity." Ye Liuyuan said.

"I wish you success." The system said, and at the same time sent an expression pack of [Sahua] in Ye Liuyuan's consciousness.

"Um, thank you." Ye Liuyuan thanked politely.

The time came to the dinner party in a blink of an eye. Song Huici's return to China art exhibition was very successful, and the domestic industry gave him high praise, and his net worth also increased accordingly.

This dinner was originally a celebration banquet organized by the second elder brother Ye Borong for Song Huici, but Ye's father stepped in and made the dinner a vanity fair for celebrities and businessmen from all walks of life.

Ye Liuyuan, wearing a custom-made suit, hid at the dining table, pouring himself a drink, while watching Song Huici, who was forced to socialize in the center by people from all walks of life.

Song Huici's thin lips were tightly pursed, and the eyes behind the glasses were so cold that they were almost frozen, obviously very unhappy.

Ye Borong knew Song Huici's character too well. If Song Huici was really impatient and could turn around and leave with a cold face, then his relationship with Song Huici would be ruined after all his efforts.

It is said that he has a good relationship with Song Huici and is well-known in the art world, but his good friends turn around and leave at the banquet hosted by him. Then he, the second young master who returned to China for the first time, will become a complete joke in the eyes of celebrities from all walks of life .

Ye Borong had expected this early on, and there was a piano next to the banquet hall. Ye Borong walked up to Ye's father and called out in a low voice: "Father."

Father Ye smiled and patted Ye Songhan on the shoulder, chatting and laughing with his old friend, as if he didn't hear Ye Borong's shout at all.

Ye Songhan glanced at his younger brother, but still didn't say a word.

It was Mrs. Ye who stood up, pulled Ye Borong over with a smile, and said, "You just surround Mr. Song and don't look at my son. My son has just returned to China. Just in time, let him play a song for us."

When Mrs. Ye opened her mouth, the others didn't want to lose face.The lights at the banquet were dimmed, and the spotlight was on the piano. Ye Rongbai sat in front of the piano, raised his hand and pressed the keys.

The beautiful and smooth sound of the piano flowed out, and Song Huici was finally able to escape, turned around and opened the door to leave the venue.

Ye Liuyuan, who had been paying attention to Song Huici, picked up a bottle of wine on the table and followed him out.

Song Huici took the hotel elevator to the underground garage, walked to his car, and was about to open the door to get in, but was hit by a man reeking of alcohol.

Originally, he had a problem with alcoholism, and he was good at drinking, and he could remember things he did after he was drunk the next day when he sobered up.

Ye Liuyuan poured herself on the banquet just for this moment.

Test him, approach him, rely on him, find a way to go to his house with Song Huici, find that secret studio.

Leaning on Song Huici's chest, Ye Liuyuan hiccupped lightly, holding the wine bottle in one hand, raised her head in a daze, her soft hair brushed against Song Huici's chin.

"Brother Song? Is Brother Song leaving? Take me with you!"

Ye Liuyuan opened his mouth, and the strong smell of alcohol rushed straight into Song Huici's nostrils, and Song Huici reflexively wanted to push him away.But the drunk person was like a piece of fudge, he couldn't stand still after being pushed away, and kept leaning on him.

"Brother Song, Brother Song, are you going home? You go home and take me away. Anyway, my parents have an elder brother and a second brother, and no one cares about me... Hiccup, I like Brother Song's paintings. Do you have any at home? There are so many paintings, Brother Song will take me to see them..."

Drunk people are illogical and do not make sense at all.

"I don't want to stay there, it's so lively there, but no one has anything to do with me..." Ye Liuyuan took a sip of wine as she said.

In the dark underground garage, the drunken person leaning on him, Song Huici looked down and saw his drunken face.The brows and eyes of that face were soft, the skin was so white that it was almost greasy, and the alcohol evaporated and smeared a little flush on his body, like the first stroke of paint on a white canvas.

Once I have the color, I want to continue to paint, one stroke after another.

Although Ye Liuyuan drank so much wine, what she said was the original owner's truth.

The original owner doesn't seem to lack anything, but he is like a fish drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or not.

At home, the father took a fancy to the eldest brother's ability and made him the heir; the mother placed great expectations on the second brother, hoping that he would become an internationally renowned pianist.

What about him?

Since childhood, no one in the family had any expectations of him.No matter what kind of life he lived, his relatives could accept it.They didn't care whether he drank to death in which bar, or tried his best to get into a prestigious university.

They don't care whether he works hard or is decadent, whether he is a genius or a waste, whether he lives like a puddle of mud and is trampled under his feet or is admired by others when he rises to the top.

Don't care, don't expect, don't pay attention, this is the reason for Yuan's alcoholism.

Song Huici reached out and pinched his chin, forcing Ye Liuyuan to raise her head, and looked at his expression, as if judging whether he was drunk or not.

"Huh?" Ye Liuyuan made a vague nasal sound.

Song Huici didn't know why, so he let go of Ye Liuyuan and stuffed it into the co-pilot, sat in the driver's seat and drove away.

Ye Liuyuan, who was leaning on the passenger seat, was barely rational. Looking at the rapidly retreating buildings outside the window, the clearest thought was——

Did Song Huici drink at the banquet?

Anyway, regardless of whether he was drinking or not, he was sitting in the co-pilot, and if something happened, it would be the two of them together.

Song Huici took Ye Liuyuan, who was drunk, back to his home. He had just returned to China, and there was not much life in his home.

Fortunately, Ye Liuyuan didn't vomit on the way, but he smelled of alcohol all over his body. Song Huici, who was a bit of a clean freak, couldn't stand him and pushed him into the bathroom of the guest room.

"Wash and come out."

Ye Liuyuan also felt uncomfortable in the bathroom, he took off his clothes and took a hot bath, his brain cleared up, and then he discovered a problem.

"Brother Song, do you have clean clothes here that I can wear?"

In the living room, Song Huici heard Ye Liuyuan calling him, and when he looked up, he saw the door of the guest room was wide open. Ye Liuyuan only wrapped a bath towel around him and looked at him.

A soft and white towel was wrapped around him, and the smooth curves of the young man were exposed to the light. Song Huici composed the picture in his mind subconsciously.

Alcohol made Ye Liuyuan unaware that his current behavior was out of line, he frankly showed his freshly washed body, but his instinctive shyness made him not forget to cover it up with a bath towel.

Song Huici felt that this was wrong. Before stealing the forbidden fruit, people had no shame, no good and evil, and lived only by instinct.

But it is magnanimous, unavoidable, free and beautiful, and everything brought about by stealing the forbidden fruit is bondage.Secular etiquette, criticism from moralists, critics' rhetoric, layer after layer of invisible constraints wrap people densely.

Song Huici is also a person living in bondage, but at the moment he thinks Ye Liuyuan is extremely beautiful, and he sees what he wants in him.

"Wait here."

Song Huici's eyes darkened, she got up and went to find him a change of clothes.He had just returned to China, and there were no extra clothes in the house, so he had to find a set of his own for him.

Ye Liuyuan leaned against the door frame, and after waiting for a while, Song Huici came back with a set of soft white long-sleeved trousers.

The drunken Ye Liuyuan didn't think about anything, took the clothes from Song Huici, and didn't remember to close the door.He let go of the bath towel and changed into his clothes in front of Song Huici.He is a little shorter than Song Huici, and his trousers and sleeves are rolled up twice.

Taking a shower and changing clothes was already the limit for him, and Ye Liuyuan threw herself on the bed regardless of Song Huici's reaction.

Before falling asleep, he asked Mr. System: "Mr. System, please wake me up at four o'clock in the morning."

"Okay." Mr. System doesn't mind acting as an alarm clock.

Song Huici stood at the door of the guest room, looking at Yeliuyuan who was buried in the soft quilt and still wearing his clothes.

In the quiet and empty house, Ye Liuyuan's shallow breathing can be heard.

After a long time, he turned and left.

At four o'clock in the morning, Ye Liuyuan was woken up by the system alarm. In order not to make a sound, he got out of bed barefoot and searched in the house in the dark.

Song Huici's house is a single-family villa, and Ye Liuyuan finally found the secret studio on the third floor.

The studio was not locked. When Ye Liuyuan opened the door and entered, he saw many paintings covered with white cloths in the studio.

Ye Liuyuan didn't turn on the lights, so he pulled down the white cloth covering one of the paintings, and barely recognized the content of the painting by the starlight and moonlight outside.

The light was too dim, Ye Liuyuan moved closer to the painting.

The next moment, the lights suddenly turned on.

Ye Liuyuan was almost face-to-face with the boy in the painting, the light lit up the room, and he could clearly see what was in that painting——

It was a young man with his hands hung up, his chest covered with welts, but his face was full of pleasure and obsession.

Ye Liuyuan was caught off guard.