After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

Luo Qing was a star, even if they wanted to suppress the news of her death, they couldn't completely stop certain people. On the day of Luo Qing's funeral, there were many fans gathered outside the cemetery.

However, only relatives and friends were allowed to enter the venue that day, and bodyguards outside the cemetery controlled the venue. Luo Qing's fans could only leave flowers and gifts outside.

At this time, the gray sky began to drizzle.

Song Xingli stood in front of Luo Qing's tombstone, looking at the portrait of Luo Qing with a bright smile on the tombstone, with a calm expression, as if he had accepted the fact that Luo Qing had really left.

"Luo Qing, don't be so persistent in your next life, and be a happy person."

She bent down and put the lily in her hand on the tombstone, as well as Luo Qing's favorite chocolate.

After speaking, he stood aside, showing no expression.

Shi Jin held an umbrella for Song Xingli, looked sideways at Song Xingli who was obviously depressed and depressed, and knew that this guy must be very sad.

He knew from a long time ago that Luo Qing's existence would be the most difficult to deal with, even he himself didn't know how to deal with it, and even dealt with it in a mess, but in the end he never thought that Luo Qing would use such a Way to end his own life.

It was so insidious in the end.

This Luo Qing.

Mother Song, who has always been a strong woman, seldom shed tears, but she still couldn't accept the photo of Luo Qing smiling brightly on the tombstone. Although she already knew what Luo Qing did, she still couldn't control her heartache.

"We watched this child Luo Qing grow up, why didn't we find out that he was sick, hey." She finally turned into a sigh, even if she was so angry that she disturbed Song Xingli and Shi Jin's marriage before, but she is no longer there , how can you be angry.

Father Song didn't say anything, and put the bouquet of flowers in front of Luo Qing's tombstone silently. Now it's useless to say any more words you want to blame.

The husband and wife looked at their son at the same time. In fact, what they were most afraid of was what Song Xingli would think.

After all, they know how well these two children played when they were young.

There were only four people present, because Luo Qing no longer had any relatives in this world, so the four of them could be regarded as the people who had stayed in Luo Qing's life the longest.

The drizzle was still falling, like a silent cry, no one left, just looking at the cold tombstone, the colored photos on the tombstone were the only temperature on the tombstone.

"Come on, I'm hungry."

After an unknown amount of time, Song Xingli broke the silence with a smile, turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

There is no turning back.

But no one knows that this kind of discomfort cannot be forgotten in a short while, let alone seeing it with one's own eyes.

All day today, Shi Jin followed Song Xingli. After saying goodbye to Song's father and mother, he went to dinner with Song Xingli. The more ordinary Song Xingli behaved, the more disturbed he was. He knew that Song Xingli was suffering, but he would rather Song Xingli let it out I don't want to see it like this.

The car was so quiet that only the sound of wheels on the road could be heard.

While waiting for the traffic lights, Shi Jin glanced sideways at Song Xingli, who was holding his seat belt on the co-pilot. It was already dark, and the neon lights outside the window were flickering, illuminating the dim sky. Unclear his expression.

From leaving the cemetery to now, the silence at this moment made him feel Song Xingli's most real emotion.

"Shi Jin, I want to go to an art gallery."

"Why do you suddenly want to go to the art museum?" When Shi Jin saw the green light on, he turned the steering wheel and drove towards the art museum in the city center.

Song Xingli watched the raindrops falling on the car window, and slowly slid down the car window, his eyes followed the raindrops drop by drop, as if he was looking for a place to settle down.

"Do you still remember that Luo Qing was very good at drawing when he was studying?"

Shi Jin thought about it, but he didn't have any impression. He only knew that the guy's favorite thing was to snatch his No.1 and Song Xingli: "Really?"

"When I was young, I chose dance. He actually wanted to choose painting, but later he went to learn dance with me."

"I know he definitely wants to do what he likes. Dancing and being an actor are not what he likes. It's all because I have to like it."

Song Xingli supported his head with his hand on the car window, and played with the water stains on the car window with the other hand as if he was bored, and drew on it: "He is still very good at drawing, I went home to his room yesterday I saw a lot of paintings when I was packing up, and I want to check the location of the art gallery to see if there is a chance to exhibit his paintings, maybe he has a desire to be a painter and hold an exhibition.”

"Just treat it as his birthday present next year."

The water droplets felt slightly cool when they touched the fingertips, but they didn't react as much as the blockage in their hearts at this time.

"Shi Jin, do you agree?" After he finished speaking, he looked at Shi Jin and asked for his opinion.

When Shi Jin heard Song Xingli ask such a question, how could he not be able to answer, he has never refused any request from Song Xingli:

"Well, I'll arrange it."

The art gallery is open until ten o'clock in the evening, but now it is only seven o'clock in the evening. After dinner, there are still sporadic people entering the museum to admire the paintings.

There is a poster stand at the entrance of the hall, which shows the painters who are exhibiting in the art gallery this week, as well as the introduction of the painters and the display of their works.

Song Xingli stepped into the museum and saw the artist's display painting at the door.

What was displayed was an oil painting of a human body, and the oil painting showed a portrait of a woman sitting by the hot spring with her bare back, her hair curled up high and her slender neck exposed, like a swan's neck.The line from the back to the waist is extremely beautiful. The woman's slender hands poured some water on her shoulders, and the water dripped on her shoulders. The slight sideways movement made the side face faint, as if looking forward to the distance direction.

The movements are shy, and the feeling of anticipation jumps out from the painting.

The side face seems to be half covered with a pipa, and the outline is exquisite and cold, but it has a different temperament from the figure.

Angels and snakes.

The whole body is enveloped by the hot air of the hot spring. This picture is ordinary but somewhat gorgeous.

Many details are handled very well. The woman's slight sideways movement seems to want to look back at something, just like the title of the work, it is waiting.

"Very bold." Song Xingli was curious about the artist who painted this painting, and his eyes fell on the basic information of the artist pasted under the frame.

Modern Nude Painter Min An

Title: "Waiting Girl"

Shi Jin was really not interested in such paintings, so he silently turned his eyes away: "Don't you want to go in and look at the paintings, let's go."

Song Xingli noticed Shi Jin's reaction: "Today is this artist's exhibition, and they are all body painting exhibitions like this."

Shi Jin frowned: "Do you like it?"

"This is art, you don't understand." Song Xingli was attracted by this type of painting, and he thought of Luo Qing's paintings. Luo Qing's paintings are also portraits of people. Although they are not body paintings, they are also portraits. This artist should be able to help Should he deal with Luo Qing's paintings?

Shi Jin, who was poked at the sore spot and didn't understand art: "...It's not that I don't understand at all."

Song Xingli glanced at Shijin, smiled undeniably, and walked into the museum without saying anything.

When Shi Jin saw that Song Xingli stopped talking to him, he thought that what he needed to make up for now was not only how to correctly pursue people and dance, but also an extra piece of art.

He took out his mobile phone and quickly sent Ling Feng a message to arrange the class.

The decoration of the art gallery is very delicate and elegant. The crystal bead curtain lights on the ceiling are lit with orange lights, giving each painting on the wall an ambiguous atmosphere, which reflects the content of the painting.

Very harmonious.

Song Xingli looked at the first painting on the wall, and he found that the artist only painted women, and the paintings were very beautiful. Without exception, they were the kind of women who exuded an angelic atmosphere but had a femme fatale figure.

All kinds of women, if you don't look at it with appreciation of art, this may be an adult theater, which is infinitely imaginative.

Shi Jin saw that Song Xingli was watching very seriously, his brows were tightly furrowed and never opened, and he had to look at Song Xingli's current expression from time to time, for fear that Song Xingli would have any thoughts.

"Xing Xing, why don't we go to another museum?"

"Why, are you uncomfortable?" Song Xingli looked at Shi Jin with a smile. He had sensed Shi Jin's strangeness for a long time, and raised his hand to pat Shi Jin's chest: "Please treat these paintings with an artistic eye. Any excessive thoughts."

Shi Jin held Song Xingli's hand, put it on his side and held it, "Don't you think you're looking a little too carefully?"

He was a little uncomfortable.

"Are you jealous of a painting now?" Song Xingli felt a little funny, and didn't shake Shi Jin's hand away, continuing to look at the painting in front of him.

The painting in front of me is on a bed. The bed is wrinkled, and the woman is lying on the dark sheet with her back facing. All the curves can be seen at a glance, and all the details are ambiguous. The back waist, if there is anything, is blocking something.

It also reminded him of something.

Seemingly ordinary pictures can have different interpretations, such as the behavior under what circumstances.

"Luo Qing also drew something similar."

"Ok?"

Song Xingli pointed to himself: "He painted me."

"Draw what?" Shi Jin didn't know what Song Xingli had packed in Luo Qing's room, but his eyes darkened when he heard that it was said to be similar, and he could probably guess what that lunatic Luo Qing would draw.

Although the lunatic is no longer there, he managed to make Song Xingli remember him.

That's what madmen are so crazy about.

"Drawing his fantasy." Song Xingli said these words, as expected, seeing Shi Jin's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker, he wanted to laugh, but the sourness came to his heart, he seemed to be unable to make a joke now.

If you want to laugh, it may be ugly when you laugh.

With Luo Qing gone, none of these things seemed to be a tool for him to tease Shijin, because they couldn't be used in this way anymore.

Shi Jin caught the sadness on Song Xingli's face for a moment: "Draw it, just draw it. I'm angry and jealous, that's my business."

After speaking, he raised his hand and pinched the back of Song Xingli's neck to calm his emotions.

Song Xingli felt that the time was neither light nor heavy, and the sourness sank slightly, and he put it away restrainedly. He is now here to choose a place for Luo Qing to give gifts, so he shouldn't be sad.

After delivery, it will be cleared.

After walking around the art gallery for a few times, Song Xingli felt that the location was quite good, so he asked Shi Jin to ask the contact person of the art gallery if he could hold a private exhibition.

He saw that Shi Jin quickly contacted him for him, and suddenly felt that the heavy stone in his heart had dropped a little.

but……

With Luo Qing gone, I always feel that something is missing.

I don't know how long it will take to get used to this feeling.

Before when Shi Jin asked him if he would like to see Luo Qing, he resolutely refused, but now thinking about it, he seemed a little regretful, so he thought why not go, even for 5 minutes.

The sunken arc at the corners of his lips was forced and bitter, and the hand hanging by his side pressed the paper in his pocket tightly.

Toilet--

The cold water splashed on his face, and his head became a little clearer. Song Xingli propped his hands on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror with red eyes.

The hair on the forehead was wet with water and slid down the cheeks, looking a bit embarrassed.

He thought he was a little funny.

"Song Xingli, you made your own decision. Why bother to regret it now?"

After speaking, he washed his face and calmed down.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he felt a pair of big hands grabbing his waist suddenly, and his body froze immediately.

"The height is 178, the leg length is 115, and the waist is 58. It is really a beautiful and perfect proportion."

There was a gentle tone but a teasing smile in his ear.

In the mirror, Song Xingli faced the man who suddenly appeared behind him.

The man had long hair and shawls, and he was wearing a raven-black shirt with a loose neckline. His cold white skin came into view, and his body exuded a gentle and artistic temperament, but because of his movements, he had a romantic taste.

"How can you be so perfect, your body really fits my soul."

The elongated ending was inexplicably tinged with a sense of satisfaction, echoing in the bathroom, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

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