On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

Shan Cen had a dream.

In the dream, Lin Lu supported his head with one hand, lying sideways on his bed, his movements were very... enchanting.

Seeing that Shan Cen was not approaching, Lin Lu stretched out his fingers and hooked him, with a seductive voice, "Baby, come here."

Shan Cen turned around and left.

The next moment, the scene changed, and he was still in his room, but this time there was no Lin Lu on the bed. Shan Cen just breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second, the door of the bathroom was pulled open, and Lin Lu trotted out from inside. He threw himself on the bed and sniffed hard.

Shan Cen suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Lin Lu turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Honey, your bed smells so good!" After speaking, he began to undress, muttering, "I want to sleep naked, so that when I wake up tomorrow morning, my body will be full It smells like a baby."

First the dressing gown, then the...

Seems bigger than before?

Lin Lu suddenly turned his head to look over, and asked him with a smile, "Do you want to try?"

"Try? Try what?"

"What do you say?"

"!!!"

Shan Cen opened his eyes abruptly.

When he saw where he was, he raised his hand to cover his face, his chest heaving silently because of the shock.

What the hell is he thinking?

They have slept in the same bed countless times, and have done many more intimate things, but why do they have such a dream just because of Lin Lu's words, "I want to sleep in your bed"?

He moved his legs and felt movement somewhere. He buried his face in the quilt silently, and the exposed tips of his ears were almost bleeding.

After a while, the hand holding the quilt slowly retracted into the quilt.

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Regarding Shan Cen's going to Stockholm, neither Su Xin nor Shan Yi had any objections, they only told him to be careful on the road and to call them if there was anything to do.

The exchange meeting was held in a manor hotel. When Shan Cen arrived, there was still more than half an hour before the start.

After asking the driver to wait nearby, Shan Cen entered a coffee shop, ordered a cup of black coffee and sat by the window to drink slowly.

He took out his mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, and the top message was still sent by Lin Lu.

【Lin Lu】: I slept here last night [picture]

The accompanying picture is the sofa bed in the study room.

The quilt looked a little messy because it hadn't been shaken yet.

Not his room.

Seeing such a scene, he should be happy, but he felt a little disappointed in his heart. He thought that Lin Lu would really sleep in his bed last night.

Shan Cen felt that he didn't know himself now.

He not only hoped that Lin Lu would break the confinement, but also wanted to keep a little space.

After a while, he clicked on the input box and replied with one word: Oh!

Lin Lu's message was quickly replied: Baby, why do I feel that you are a little disappointed?

【Shan Cen】:...

[Shan Cen]: You think too much

Lin Lu didn't tangle with him, and asked: What are your plans for today?

Shan Cen looked up at the window.

Today's weather is very good, sunny, but not hot. Ships pass by from time to time on the blue river, leaving ripples spreading. There are tourists walking by the river. It seems endless, but they can always be in the right place time to hold up the camera.There are also locals who gather in twos and threes to drink coffee, with a leisurely posture, as if there is only happiness left in life.

Shan Cen turned on the camera, took a photo and sent it to Lin Lu.

[Shan Cen]: In Stockholm, I am going to attend an exchange meeting

[Lin Lu]: Alone?

【Shan Cen】: Yes

[Lin Lu]: Be careful, do you have bodyguards?

When Lin Lu left, he left the two bodyguards behind and asked him to take them with him when he went out.

Shan Cen looked up at the bodyguard sitting outside the coffee shop, and replied: Yes.

After finishing chatting with Lin Lu, Shan Cen got up and walked out.

Then he was stopped outside the door.

"Hey, baby, you look so pretty, have you..."

Shan Cen took a step back, and the bodyguards stood in front of the visitor at the right time, and one of them asked Shan Cen if he was okay.

Shan Cen shook his head, "It's okay."

He looked up, and saw that the person who stopped him was a man in his 30s, with blond hair and blue eyes, deep eyebrows, wearing a black suit and a bow tie. He should be a dignified gentleman, but now he looked excited and his eyes were burning. looking at him.

It was as if a very hungry wolf suddenly saw delicious food.

Shan Cen had no doubt that if the bodyguards hadn't stopped him, the other party would have rushed over.

He turned and left in the other direction.

The man in the suit realized that Shan Cen had misunderstood something, and explained loudly from behind, "I didn't mean any harm, I just saw that you are beautiful, and I wanted to ask if you would be interested in being my model, oh! It's a painting model."

Shan Cen stopped and turned around.

The man in the suit thought that Shan Cen was moved, and wanted to break through the bodyguard's obstruction.

But the bodyguard didn't get Shan Cen's permission, so he dutifully blocked it.

Shan Cen nodded, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

After speaking, he turned and left. This time, no matter what the man in the suit shouted, he didn't stop.

"Hey??"

The man in the suit watched helplessly as Shan Cen disappeared around the corner of the street.

He sighed faintly, "Oh! I finally met a beautiful baby, but I don't want to be his model."

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang suddenly, he took it out to take a look, and reluctantly picked it up, "Hello?"

I don't know what was said on the other side, the originally stretched brows frowned, and the tone became less good, "No, I refuse."

"It's my limit to change my look, don't ask me to do anything else."

"What does your favor have to do with me? Go by yourself."

"I can't take care of people!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of the gradually rising tone on the other side, he hung up the phone neatly.

When it was over, I couldn't help but sighed, "What a pity!"

When he walked to the entrance of the Manor Hotel, Shan Cen suddenly paused. The man's eyes seemed familiar just now, but after thinking about the bearded, long-haired, and sloppy image he usually saw on the Internet, he again rejected his own ideas.

No matter how a person changes, he will not suddenly change his image for many years.

He showed the invitation letter, but the security guard at the door did not let him go immediately, but looked him up and down several times. The people who came to the meeting today are all well-known people or leaders in the industry, so they are all relatively old. Suddenly, a As a minor, he wondered if the child took the invitation letter from the adults in the family, so he didn't let it go for a long time.

Just as I was about to ask a few questions, a group of people suddenly came from behind, headed by a middle-aged man in his 40s.

He quickly opened the door, "Come in!"

Shan Cen recognized at a glance that this person was Andrew, a popular painter in the oil painting circle in the past two years.

Andrew is 39 years old this year. He is a native of country M. He has a rough appearance, a big beard, and a fat figure.

Although they didn't know each other, the other party was also a senior in terms of age, so Shan Cen was about to go up to say hello, but the other party didn't give him half a look, and walked past him without looking sideways.

It doesn't matter to Shan Cen, after all, he is just an insignificant person.

It's just that when Andrew walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and turned back. Waiting to see the appearance of Lian Cen, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said to the security guard: "Today is an exchange meeting for painters, not for models, so don't worry about it." Everyone goes in."

After speaking, without waiting for the security guard and Shan Cen to respond, he led the people in.

security guard:"……"

Shan Cen: "..."

The door closed again, and the security guard asked Shan Cen, "Excuse me, is this invitation letter your own?"

Shan Cen: "Yes."

He thought that the security guard wanted to keep Andrew away because of what he said, and his voice suddenly turned cold, "Is there any other question?"

"The question is not a problem, but..." the security guard asked, "Are you an adult?"

Shan Cen was a little confused by the question, does he look small?

But he still answered patiently: "I have grown up."

"...??" The security guard obviously couldn't believe it, and he was surprised: "Are you an adult?"

Shan Cen nodded, "Yes."

The security guard looked Shan Cen up and down again, and then he couldn't help but sigh, this kid is really delicate and handsome, but no matter how you look at it, he is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Shan Cen: "Do I need to see the passport?"

"That's not necessary." The security guard turned and opened the door behind him, "Please come in."

He was very sure that such a good-looking child would not lie.

Shan Cen nodded, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

When he got to the door, Shan Cen couldn't help but asked, "Can't minors enter?"

"No." The security guard smiled and said, "Alcoholic drinks will be served today. If you are underage, we need a supervisor to make sure you don't drink by mistake."

Shan Cen was at a loss. Does Sweden have such regulations?

As if seeing his doubts, the security guard explained, "It was requested by the organizer."

Shan Cen understood, thanked the security guard again, and walked in.

The fact that minors are not allowed to drink alcohol changed his opinion of the organizer.

The bodyguards had to wait in the side hall outside, and Shan Cen entered the banquet hall alone. He subconsciously wanted to find a corner to sit in as before, but then realized that the teacher asked him to come here because he wanted him to communicate with other people.

He took a deep breath, looked around, and found that there were many familiar faces he had seen on the news media.

It seems that the teacher is right, those who come are all famous people in the industry.

Mars, the organizer of the exchange meeting, was sitting on the sofa in the middle, surrounded by many people, and the rest of them gathered together in twos and threes, obviously they were all familiar with each other, and there was no room for him to play at all.

Shan Cen decided to sit in a corner and wait for the exchange meeting to officially start later.

"Hey! Why are you here?"

A voice of surprise suddenly sounded, and Shan Cen turned his head to look over, and saw the blond man he met at the door of the coffee shop striding towards him.

It's just that the posture of walking is like going to a fight, in a hurry.

The man stretched out his hand enthusiastically, "Hello, I'm Lance."

Lance?

Shan Cen looked him up and down. Except for his blue eyes, there was nothing similar to the beard and hair in his impression. It was difficult for him to connect the two.

Seeing that Shan Cen did not respond for a long time, Lance realized that his outfit today was different from before. He quickly explained: "Today I was forced to change my look. I don't usually look like this."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to stroke his chin and head, "I used to have a big beard and long hair."

"That's it." Lance took out his phone, "I'll show you my FB account."

Shan Cen: "..."

It doesn't have to be!

He nodded and said his pseudonym, "Hi, I'm Shan Cen."

After hearing that Shan Cen was also a painter, Lance was surprised, "Aren't you really a model?"

Shan Cen: "No."

"Ok, Anyway," Lance looked expectantly at the elf-like boy in front of him, "Are you going to be my model?"

Shan Cen: "Sorry."

"Why?" Lance was puzzled, "You don't need to do anything, just sit for a few hours and let me draw."

"Hey, Lance?"

A voice interrupted the conversation between the two. It was none other than Andrew who asked the security guard to stop Shan Cen at the door.

After Andrew approached, he also noticed Shan Cen next to him, and he frowned displeasedly, "How did you get in?"

Shan Cen said calmly, "He walked in."

Lance: "..."

His husband blinked, and when he understood Shan Cen's answer, he burst out laughing,

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Walking in..."

Andrew felt that he was humiliated, and he stared at Shan Cen with a straight face, "This is not a place you can come in, please leave immediately."

Lance quickly stopped, "Hey, no, Andrew, he is also a painter."

"He's also a painter?" Andrew obviously didn't believe it, and looked at him carefully, "What's your name, and do you have any masterpieces?"

Lance: "His name is Shan Cen, and his masterpiece..."

He looked at Shan Cen.

Shan Cen: "No."

Lance: "..." Are you so confident?

Andrew snorted, "What kind of painter is he without masterpieces? This exchange meeting is for famous painters like us, not for those of you who know how to call a painter with a paintbrush. Leave quickly, or I will call a security guard." "

Shan Cen looked at Andrew neither humble nor overbearing, and said coldly: "If I can come in, it means that I have an invitation letter and I am qualified to stay here. You have no right to decide whether I will stay or not. Finally, I would like to ask, who are you? "

Andrew: "..."

Since he became famous in the painting world with a painting three years ago, few people have asked him who he is on such occasions.

A faint anger rose in his chest.

His face turned white and red, "I..."

"He's Andrew." Lance spoke first, then waved his hands and said, "Leave him alone, it's not important, let's continue to discuss the issue of modeling, do you really not think about it anymore? Of course, you can pay whatever you want."

Andrew: "..." He... Isn't he important?

Shan Cen shook his head, "Sorry, my answer is still refusal."

"Okay." Although Lance was disappointed, he temporarily accepted Shan Cen's rejection, "Then what do you usually like to draw? Where are you from? Do you want to make friends?"

Shan Cen: "..."

It seems that this Lance is really not a fake.

Shan Cen said: "I'm from Huaguo, and I usually do a lot of oil painting."

"Hua Guo? No wonder." Andrew snorted, and said in a disdainful tone, "Are you afraid of losing face by letting a child come over? But it's true, Hua Guo didn't have any good painters. Even those few who could The name, the paintings are also our oil paintings, as for your Chinese paintings, huh...is that also called painting? I think the graffiti of three-year-old children are better than that."

Andrew's voice is not low, and the combination of the three of them has already attracted a lot of attention.

After listening to Andrew's words, many people agreed, and a few even applauded that what Andrew said was good.

This is not the first time that Andrew has shown disdain for Huaguo traditional Chinese painting. He has publicly stated in public and on social media that he does not appreciate Huaguo traditional Chinese painting. It was just that he said it in a more subtle way and did not attract much attention. .

Shan Cen glanced at the triumphant Andrew, with no expression on his face.

But if Lin Lu was here, he would have noticed the subtle changes in Shan Cen's mood.

It's just that the people here are all strangers, so what everyone sees is him standing there with no expression on his face.

Several older people looked at each other, and they all saw approval in each other's eyes.

Steady and calm, this kid is not bad.

Seeing that Shan Cen was silent, Andrew became even more arrogant. He raised his chin and looked at Shan Cen with contempt and disdain, "What? I have nothing to say?"

Lance tried to smooth things over, "Andrew, you can't say that. Every painting has its own characteristics. There is no one better or worse."

Andrew snorted, and said, "Lance, which side are you on? Don't forget, we are all from country M."

"But..." Lance wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Shan Cen.

"Then let's compete." Shan Cen said.

Andrew thought he was hallucinating, he looked at Shan Cen in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Shan Cen straightened his cuffs and said casually, "I said, let's compete."

He raised his head and looked at the shocked Andrew. There was no warmth in his icy blue eyes, but his voice was still calm, "I paint Huaguo Chinese paintings, you..., do whatever you want."