The hidden marriage with her overturned

Yun Lian is not interested in Xia Zhixing at all, so he will not take the initiative to search for anything about Xia Zhixing.

She did not choose to withdraw the message sent by the outside world, but added other content.

She thought it was over.

Didn't expect this to come out.

As soon as Xia Zhixing's question reached her ears, Yun Lian's brain froze a bit.

Because she doesn't even know the style of Xia Zhixing's paintings, if this is based on nonsense, it is very likely to be exposed.

But years of acting skills prevented her from showing it, and she looked no different from just now.

After Xia Zhixing finished asking, the room fell silent.

Both Xiao He and Xiao Xiao looked at Yun Lian.

Three pairs of eyes and three different gazes.

Xia Zhixing is calm, Xiao He is curious, Xiao Xiao is inexplicable.

Yun Lian picked up the cup on the table and took a sip. She pretended to be calm, and the corners of her mouth raised a little: "This question is really embarrassing for me."

Xia Zhi looked like a smile but not a smile: "Oh?"

"is it?"

Yun Lian suppressed the boredom in her heart, met Xia Zhixing's gaze, and nodded her head lightly: "Yes."

"Because I like all of Teacher Xia's works, I can't say which one I like the most."

Xiao He also echoed: "Me too! I like them all!"

Xia Zhixing didn't expose Yun Lian either, she said "Yes", and replied politely and officially: "Thank you for liking."

Xiao He seems to be a loyal fan of Xia Zhixing. Her eyes seem to be stuffed with many stars, and she looks at Xia Zhixing with admiration: "Mr. Xia, your ink paintings are really natural and very agile. , I have been to your art exhibition before, but it is a pity that I didn't talk to you at that time."

Yun Lian captured key information from these words.

It turned out that Xia Zhixing's paintings were ink paintings.

She doesn't know anything about the current art world, no, she didn't know it before, because after filming, she spent a lot of time on her career, and she didn't have extra time and energy to focus on other things.

She has heard Xia Zhixing's name many times since she was a child, and the word most associated with Xia Zhixing is "painting".

Yun Lian never asked Xia Zhixing what kind of painting he painted, so when he got married, Yun Lian didn't know anything about Xia Zhixing's age, gender, occupation, and what he looked like.

Now I know a little more.

But she still has no interest in understanding these things.

There was no episode after this meal, and Xia Zhixing did not embarrass Yun Lian anymore, which made her relieved that the hand cancer incident was unilaterally brought to an end by her.

In the car, Yun Lian heard Xiao Xiao sighing beside him: "Mr. Xia is so beautiful and temperamental."

It was only then that Yun Lian remembered that Xiao Xiao didn't know that Xia Zhixing was his wife.

The light in the car was dim, and the corners of Yun Lian's lips were slightly raised: "Really?"

"Yes." Xiao Xiao added, "Sister Yun, she is a different type from you. Teacher Xia looks a bit reserved."

Xiao Xiao was right, in fact, Yun Lian felt that way when he saw Xia Zhixing for the first time.

Tonight, Xia Zhixing was wearing long sleeves and sweatpants. It was a very comfortable outfit, but it gave off a cool feeling.

And the last time we met at the City Exhibition Center, Xia Zhixing was wearing professional attire, which brought out her mature temperament.

Thinking of this, Yun Lian pursed her lips. She thought for a while, took out her phone, opened Weibo first, and entered Xia Zhixing's name in the search bar.

Xia Zhixing has a Weibo account, and it popped up immediately, with 52 followers.

Yun Lian touched her nose, and she thought about the number of her fans.

Sure enough, there is no comparison, more than 6000 million more than Xia Zhixing.

The most popular entry in Xia Zhixing is the picture of Xia Zhixing on the stage at the City Exhibition Center. The person standing next to Xia Zhixing is himself, but it was blurred by Gauss, and only Xia Zhixing can be clearly seen in the picture. shape.

The number of retweets and comments on this Weibo is quite impressive.

Yun Lian understood.

Xia Zhixing also has real fans.

She scrolled down and clicked on "Real Time".

The latest related Weibo posted by a netizen was just a few minutes ago: [Xia Zhixing is the best-looking and most temperamental painter I have ever seen, and she is also the best-looking and most charming painter among the beauties I have ever seen moody. ] And most of the previous Weibo was like this.

Praise is over.

It's different from your own.

Yun Lian sometimes searches his own square, and occasionally sees some black fans making trouble there, with dirty eyes.

But Xia Zhixing is harmonious here.

She couldn't help but sighed, and then clicked on Xia Zhixing's Weibo.

Xia Zhixing's Weibo is not authenticated, and in the profile column it says "Huahua".

The content at the top is a landscape painting, in which there are only a few trees and a river, on the surface of which there are a few birds preparing to catch fish.

Oh, and a fishing boat.

Yun Lian stared at the painting, and suddenly felt his heart calm down.

This painting definitely requires drawing skills, but it won't make people feel deliberate, as if the picture in the painting was jumped onto the paper by oneself.

At this moment, Yun Lian knew the true meaning of "jumping on paper".

Xiao Xiao's voice sounded from one side: "Sister Yun, it's time to get out of the car."

"Ah, are you here?" Yun Lian blinked her eyes, she was in a daze now.

Xiao Xiao said "hmm" twice: "Yes."

"Okay." Yun Lian didn't press back, but directly locked the phone, opened the door and got out of the car.

The air-conditioning in the parking lot hit her. She put on a mask and a peaked cap, but her bare legs were still so cold that her teeth fought.

Before getting into the elevator, what lingered in her mind was which painting Xia Zhixing posted on Weibo.

It was strange that a painting had such a magical power that it calmed down her impetuous mood in an instant.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.

Nobody inside.

Seeing that Yun Lian was in a daze, Xiao Xiao couldn't help reminding: "Sister Yun, it's time to go in."

"Xiao Xiao, you go back first." Yun Lian pressed the brim of his hat, "I'll ask Brother Chen to drive me somewhere."

"Do you need me to go with you?"

Yun Lian smiled and shook his head: "It's a bit late, you go home, I can do it by myself."

After more than half an hour, Yun Lian appeared at the door of the wedding room.

She didn't know why she chose to come here.

But I have to say that Xia Zhixing's artist aura is very useful, at least it made Yun Lian a little more interested in her.

Yun Lian didn't know the password of the combination lock, so she was a little embarrassed standing at the door.

Because my own appearance was so sudden.

Although she could come back anytime, this was her place too.

But she just had a feeling that she came to someone else's door.

She stood there for a while, then called Xia Zhixing, and after ten beeps, the other end answered.

Yun Lian cut to the chase: "What's the password?"

Xia Zhixing was stunned for two seconds, and then answered a series of numbers.

After Yun Lian entered the password, he cut off the phone.

Before Xia Zhixing asked himself why he appeared here.

It wasn't long before we separated.

The lights in the cloakroom and the living room were on, Xia Zhixing had just taken a shower, his hair was still wrapped in a towel, and only a towel was barely draped over his body, revealing his beautiful shoulders and neck and a section of slender legs.

She stood in the living room, watching Yun Lian come in, with a strange expression on her face: "What are you doing here?"

Yun Lian's throat rolled down inexplicably. Hearing this question, she came back to her senses, said "Oh" indifferently, and found a reason: "My house is without water and electricity." She quickly showed her momentum, " If I remember correctly, my name is also written on the real estate certificate, right?"

"Isn't it normal when I come back?"