Extraordinary relationship

Xu Guangmao held an art exhibition for Han Dong in City H. Preparations for the exhibition began half a year ago. Han Dong's painting rate is not high, and even less often when he holds exhibitions alone, so the exhibition time must be fixed, and it immediately attracted Widespread attention from all walks of life.

The exhibition hall is not small, but there are not many paintings in the exhibition. Among them, four Chinese paintings and six calligraphy are new works in the past two years, and the remaining 26 calligraphy and paintings are old paintings sponsored by collectors, merchants and exhibition halls.Of course, the purpose of the sponsorship is not all for friendship or love. After all, after each exhibition, the price of Han Dong's works will always climb to a new high. For them, this is also a good opportunity to speculate on prices.

Han Su and Jin Shuan got off the plane at 09:30 in the morning. When they arrived at the exhibition hall, it was already full of people. Xu Guangmao was holding a goblet to talk to someone at that time. When he saw them coming, he nodded to that person. Go this way.

"I'm free now!" Xu Guangmao shook hands politely with Jinshu'an, then frowned, and patted Han Su's arm: "I thought you'd be here last night, it's been three years since I held such a solo exhibition , you and Xiaodong are better off, one is less caring than the other!"

"Uncle Guangmao, look at what you said," Han Su smiled and handed over a paper bag, "I don't understand anything, I'm here early and I have to make trouble for you."

"Is there something you don't understand, you little monkey spirit?" Xu Guangmao said "ah", opened the paper bag, and saw a can of sealed pickles inside, he sniffed it closely, shook his head and said with emotion: "Old Han, who knows me, turn around Help me thank your parents."

"Okay!" Han Su replied with a smile, the pickles were mailed by his mother a few days ago.In the past, Xu Guangmao helped sell paintings. Although it was not a voluntary labor, it was always a great favor to the Han family. The Han family's conditions were not good and they couldn't do anything else. Han's mother's pickling skills were excellent. Since then, I will give Xu Guangmao a gift every year. One or two chats to express their hearts, and Xu Guangmao also liked this small gift very much.

Xu Guangmao gave the pickles to the little assistant to put them away, and led the two of them into the gallery, scolding Han Ju: "Xiao Han, you said last time that you have opened up your oil painting skills, so what are you waiting for, hurry up and sell a few sets of paintings. How about development, your brother's status is so stable, you don't take advantage of the wind to make money quickly, and you know what future you have in staring at that dilapidated studio every day!"

"Wait for me to study it. I don't know what to draw, mainly because I don't have time." Han Su stuck out his tongue at Jin Shu'an.He hasn't picked up an oil paintbrush since the last time he opened up and painted snow. It's not that he doesn't want to make money, but he's been spending his free time on dating recently. How nice it is to fall in love. Who would like to lock themselves in a hut for nothing? Sit for a long time.

Xu Guangmao gave him a contemptuous look, sighed helplessly, looked at Jin Shuan and said, "How about Mr. Jin, when will we have time, let's have a meal?"

"Look at the time between you and Han Su, I can do it recently." Jin Shu'an had only met this Xu Guangmao once in the video before. At that time, he had just had an affair with Han Su, and he had feelings for this person and his family. I had a lot of questions, so I wanted to take the opportunity of buying a painting to meet Han Dong, but in the end it didn't work out.

"Then let's wait until the exhibition is over." Xu Guangmao nodded with a smile. He felt somewhat sorry for Han Su's love affair. He felt that the good guy had just gone astray.At this time, when a collector came to talk, Xu Guangmao patted Han Su on the shoulder, and went to talk with that person.

Han Su and Jinshu'an wandered around like two ordinary tourists. Han Dong's calligraphy was not as famous as his paintings, so they were hung in the outer exhibition hall.After the two of them arrived in the inner hall, they felt that the crowds were getting denser. The painting in the middle was surrounded by layers, and the degree of crowding could even be described as shoulder-to-shoulder.

It was the only snow picture that Han Dong had drawn in the past three years, and it was also his gift to Jinshu'an.

As for traditional Chinese painting, it is difficult to draw the thickness of snow, because unlike oil painting, traditional Chinese painting can be superimposed layer by layer. The layers of ink painting are all based on the artist's control over lines, water and ink, and a little more ink scatter Yes, less strength is not enough.Moreover, the white color of the snow is not painted on, it is reserved. If the picture is too fine, it will lose its color, and if it is too rough, it will easily lack details.

Jin Shu'an once took a picture of snow in a foreign country. It was a picture that made him fall in love with it, but he never looked at it again after the picture was taken back. It's not bad, but the expression expressed in the picture. The emotion was too strong, even though he had only seen it once, he could still feel the strong and heart-pounding resonance.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Su led him into the crowd, feeling that the palms of this man were wet and covered with cold sweat.

He thought that Jin Shu'an was worried about his health. This person had been worried since he came out of the psychological clinic two days ago, and Han Su looked very worried.However, as a partner, Han Su didn't ask much about it. All he could do was accompany and understand unconditionally. If he showed too much concern, it would easily cause pressure on the patient.

He didn't mention that, but just looked at Jin Shu'an and joked, "Why are you so nervous looking at a painting? Are you shocked by my brother's awesome painting skills?"

"It's very shocking." Jin Shuan held his hand instead, feeling more panicked every time he took a step forward.

Although the former snow picture is precious to Jinshu'an, it is just the work of a strange painter, but now that the painter is in his hands, he only feels distressed but not proud.

Beginners paint the skin, advanced people paint the bones, and those who have attained the Tao paint the soul.

What is painted on the thin paper is not snow, but the embodied soul, the bloody past and the sincerity that cannot be hidden.

The two pushed aside the crowd, and a large picture of snow appeared in front of them.

Hype may increase the value of a work, but if it wants to last for a long time, it must be a solid product.

Among other things, today's "Wei Yu Mang Mang" really paints the scenery of the northern country in a desolate and desolate manner.

Although the whole is only black and white, it seems to be full of sunlight, the painting style is magnificent, and the snow valley has a soft and thick feeling. If someone can walk on the white space, they will be able to hear the sound of snow treading.

However, no one dares to walk on the blank space.

Although there were a lot of spectators here, everyone silently silenced it because the snow was so quiet, it was so quiet that it made one's bones chill, and one always felt that even a slight sound could trigger a snow disaster.

The snow in the painting is light and white, but the place covered by the snow seems to be buried with a stench that has rotted for a long time. A thick bloody smell seeps into the air through the rice paper, bringing heartache and joy to the viewers. Nasal acid.

Greed, anger, ignorance, hate, love, lust, no matter what kind of emotion, as long as it can be expressed to the extreme, it will be sought after by people.Therefore, Han Dong's paintings are destined to occupy a place in the scroll of calligraphy and painting, no matter in terms of technique or artistic conception.

The emotions conveyed by Xuetu were so depressing that Jin Shuan couldn't fully digest the grief in his heart until he left the exhibition hall.

Han Su was in a calm mood. He walked side by side with Jinshu'an, while looking through his mobile phone to find local delicious and interesting places.

Someone on Weibo rushed out two tickets for Yo-Yo Ma's concert. The location is good, and the time is exactly tonight.Han Su was not an elegant person, but he had been with his family for a long time, and he could listen to any piano, cello, or symphony.

The girl who issued the ticket said that she planned to go with her boyfriend, but she couldn’t go due to urgent business. Han Su added her on WeChat, chatted with her in private, and felt that it was very reliable. After asking Jinshuan for her opinion, she bought it.

"Why do you want to listen to the cello?" Jin Shu'an doesn't want to think about those unhappy things, he just wants to spend every day and every second with Han Su, and he doesn't want to be trapped in bad emotions all the time, which will not only affect the mood of the two of them It's really useless, so his mood has probably eased now.

"I don't know either." Han Su put his phone in his pocket, grabbed Jin Shu'an's wrist, and patted it with the other hand, "I just want to be a bitch with you all of a sudden." He said Turning his head to look at Jinshuan, his face was full of satisfaction under the sunlight, "If I fall asleep at night, don't be ashamed, let me sleep next to you."

"That won't work, I must call you." Jin Shuan joked with a smile.

The girl who issued the ticket was nice, and then introduced several delicious restaurants and places worth visiting to Han Su.

These two people are usually too busy, so it is rare to have a chance to go out for a walk. They went to the local art academy after dinner, and then wandered around the city all afternoon.

The concert lineup in the evening was very good, and Mr. Yo-Yo Ma and his orchestra performed wonderfully.Although Mr. Ma grew up in a foreign country, he has never forgotten to inherit and spread Chinese culture. Most of the repertoire of the Silk Road Concert this time is classical music that complements Chinese and Western music.

In fact, Han Su couldn't hear one, two, three, he would enjoy listening to the music he liked, and he would feel bored when he didn't like it.

He had heard the only song "Elgar's Cello Concerto in E Minor".

That disc was played by Jacqueline Dupre, a gifted performer with a bumpy fate, but because of the age of recording and the poor radio equipment at that time, the whole piece seemed a bit dry.

So although Han Su had some sympathy at the time, he didn't get a big shock after all. On the contrary, listening to Mr. Ma's performance today, his heart was really shaken.

Mr. Ma's playing style is different from Du Pule's, and the two have their own merits, but this piece is quite uncomfortable for Han Su, and he doesn't know if it is for himself or for the safety of Jinshu.

The music starts with the sadness that touches the heart. In the next 10 minutes, it is the whole process of the soul from being distorted to being torn apart. When the uninterrupted crisis kills the almost mad delusion under the fear, this ill-fated life finally slides slowly along the strings, and sings a lament for the last time when it hits the ground .

Those who play the piano play with their lives, and those who listen also listen with their lives. There is nothing in this world that resonates more than this, and there is nothing more heart-wrenching than this.

Han Su held onto Jinshu'an's hand tightly, as if he had a nightmare, and he seemed to have witnessed the crimes that Jinshu'an had suffered in the past 10 minutes.

The double baptism of painting and music made Han Su small, and it also made the people around him feel heartbroken.

Back at the hotel, Han Su wanted to take a shower and sleep, but Jin Shu'an pulled him out of the bathroom, picked him up and threw him on the bed.

Jin Shu'an's actions were a little rough, and his eyes were fierce. Han Su was startled when he was thrown on the bed, but then his heart beat in another way.He saw Jin Shu'an throwing away his watch, undoing the two slits of his neckline with red eyes, pressing forward with his whole body, grabbing his collar and tearing it violently, and then the gnawing kiss fell with the sound of the fabric shattering down.

Although Han Su's body had been suppressed for half a month, he thought that Jin Shu'an was ill, so he had no other thoughts about going out this time. surprise.

"Baby, are you alright? Why are you so crazy?" Han Su's voice suddenly became excited. His family has always been gentle and patient in bed | The method, he still can't bear it all at once.

Jin Shu'an didn't speak, he untied the belts of the two with one hand, took the belt of someone who didn't know it, and tied Han Su's hands.

There was still a huge music reverberating in Han Su's head, but now it was forcibly occupied by Jin Shu'an's heavy breathing.

This kind of Jinshu An is too domineering and too seductive, Han Su couldn't bear to close his eyes, but he didn't know that when the other party was about to act, he reached out and turned off the light.

"Don't you like turning on the lights?" Han Su couldn't move, feeling like a prey being crazily eaten by a beast.

There was an unbearable sound in his mouth, and the subconscious struggle was like another kind of courtship, which stimulated Jin Shu'an's movements to become more and more fierce.

Han Su closed his eyes, and said with a little smile in his voice, "Why don't you want to look at me today?"

"Shut up!" Jin Shu'an put his big hand on the side of his face and turned his head to the side.

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This sexual incident has been going on for a long time, and Jin Shuan declared his sovereignty with an absolutely active attitude. He called Han Ju's name over and over again during the attack, and ordered him to respond to him. fear, and a little imperceptible begging.

After coming, Han Su put his arms around his neck and straddled him, letting Jin Shuan caress his back gently, wiping his sweat from strenuous exercise.

"Are you still going to see a psychiatrist later?" Han Su rested his chin on his neck, and when he was joking, he was so weak that he almost lost his energy.

Jin Shu'an stopped the movement of his hands, drooping his eyebrows and said: "Go, I'm under a lot of pressure right now, it's good to ease it up."

"Alright." Han Su closed his eyes and rubbed his neck twice.

The midsummer night was very quiet, the room was very cool by the air conditioner, but the bodies of the two of them sticking together were very hot.After a while, Jin Shuan said: "Suppose, I mean suppose, suppose I get a disease that will kill me. Although I don't know when it will happen, the premise of the treatment is that we break up. Will you leave me?"

"What's wrong with being so secondary?" Han Su opened his eyes and laughed, "Are you acting in a Korean drama?"

"Well, just treat it as a Korean drama." Jin Shu'an was a little nervous.

Han Su let out a long breath, thought seriously, and was silent for a while before saying, "No."

He gently kissed Jinshuan's ear, and said in a moderate voice, "Life is full of countless possibilities. Everyone may not have a tomorrow, and there may be other accidents if you don't get sick."

"And I would rather let you be by my side and live every day warmly in my arms, than let you guard the emptiness of tomorrow alone, that would be too cruel, not to mention you have been alone for so long."

Han Su yawned, feeling a little sleepy, buried his face in Jinshu's shoulder, and said with half-closed eyes: "Everyone should face death calmly, a happy death is more meaningful than a cold eternal life. "

A tear rolled down Jin Shu'an's eyes, and he hugged him tighter, "I thought so too."

Doctor Song said that the secondary personality can die, but the main personality can only sleep.So if one day you fall asleep, I'll just wait for you to wake up.

We don’t know which will come first, life or accidents, all we can do is live the present well.

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