I was scumbag, he came to the door

"So you just let the scumbag go?"

Tang Shi opened up a room at home as a studio. Rows of his handicrafts were hung on the snow-white walls, and there were clips on the floor. He was holding a paintbrush in his right hand and a paint tray in his left hand to prepare for coloring.

The mobile phone is placed on the chair behind, and the external camera is facing here.

Tang Shi said casually: "Otherwise? He's not a scumbag."

Gu Yuan was so angry that he vomited blood, and his volume was raised several degrees.

"It's not scum, just leave you and leave, even the information is fake, brother, open your eyes and take a good look, there are so many beautiful men in the world, how rich and talented are you?"

Tang Shi: "I can see that he has difficulties."

Gu Yuan really wanted to run up to Tang Shi through the screen and pry open his head to see if it contained water. He was so smart and wise, it seemed like he had changed since he met this man.

What does the legendary love brain look like? It can be regarded as seeing it.

Gu Yuan was full of sympathy: "I want to recommend the number of the Second Hospital to you."

The psychiatry department of Yancheng No. [-] Hospital is well-known throughout the country.

Tang Shi: "I won't paint any more."

Gu Yuan surrendered in a second: "I was wrong, you continue."

When Tang Shi first came back, he gave Gu Yuan a few paintings to sell. Later, Gu Yuan discussed with the buyer and decided that an exhibition could be held.

It's just that the number of paintings is not enough, and Tang shi needs to draw a few more.

It's about business, Gu Yuan didn't want to disturb him, and chose to be quiet as the background board.

After Tang shi finished applying the last touch of color, he suddenly remembered something.

"Gu Yuan."

"Ah?" Gu Yuan woke up instantly when he heard the voice while dozing off.

Tang Shi Youyou said, "Tell me, is it too late for me to regret not selling it now?"

……

"Young people don't play disco, drink, sing, or gossip,"

"No, you don't want to make friends. You want to call me to the art exhibition?"

After Song Ci returned home from Tang Shi, he stayed at home for three days without going out. His daily life was to slack off fat, and then sort out the photos he took when he went out to post on Weibo, and reply to netizens' messages by the way.

During this period, I also sent a promotion to earn some living expenses for myself, and opened a new Weibo account called: Fat Happy Cub, which is specially used to post cats.

When Ai Qing pulled the man out of the car, he was confident: "This is called improving one's literary and artistic recuperation. Don't the little girls nowadays like literary and artistic youth?"

Song Ci didn't like little girls, and he didn't pay attention to what kind of boys the little girls liked, so he wasn't very interested in it.

In front of him was a quaint alley, the street only allowed two cars to pass by, and there were still sundries of businesses parked on both sides of the road, Ai Qing's jeep would never even think about driving in.

"Are you here to see the art exhibition?" Song Ci looked skeptical, "Although I don't pay attention to these things, painting is such a noble art, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the streets and alleys."

Ai Qing smiled proudly: "Brother Song, you don't understand this, people say it's called living close to the masses."

"..."

Song Ci quickened his pace and walked inside, he didn't really want to talk to this person, he was so close to the lives of the masses.

The gallery is next to it in the innermost alley is a private restaurant, there are not many people at the door when it is not a meal, but in this kind of place, there may not be people even when it is a meal.

Ai Qing was dissatisfied with being ignored, and felt aggrieved: "It's not because you haven't gone out, thinking about what to do if the scumbag leaves a psychological shadow on you, so I want to pull you out."

Song Ci understood the other party's kindness, and he explained with difficulty: "I have no shadow, and the other party is not a scumbag, but I am a scumbag."

After buying tickets and entering, I realized that there was another world inside.

Different from the quaint exterior, the interior has been redecorated, the chandelier above the head, and the display stands of geometric shapes that can be seen everywhere are full of modern atmosphere.

Neither of them had much artistic talent, and Song Ci whitewashed Tang Shi while watching.

"Really, I just drank too much to vent that night. I was the one who was scumbag. I shouldn't think about meeting someone in a strange city and treating him as a partner."

"I didn't do anything wrong. The two of you didn't know each other well."

Ai Qing's face was filled with resentment: "Brother, don't help your relatives, how can you be a scumbag."

In front of him was an ink landscape painting against the background of the light, and the water on it seemed to be flowing. Ai Qing stood in front of him and looked at it a few more times with interest, and finally pointed to the swimming fish on it and Song Ci.

Song Ci didn't understand, so I looked closely for a while and didn't see anything. It's just that the painting is more realistic and beautiful, and it's nothing special.

Ai Qing: "Brother, you really look alike."

Song Ci:?

Ai Qing: "It's all seven seconds of memory, hatred is forgotten in an instant."

Song Ci was so angry that he didn't want to talk, and he turned his head and left without even looking at who the author was.

Ai Qing didn't choose this art exhibition randomly. He heard that the owner had business dealings with their family, and his father sent Ai Qing over when he heard the news.

As a second-generation ancestor, although I don't know who this person is, but for pocket money, I still have to listen to what my family says.

The more he walked in, the more acquaintances he met, so Ai Qing could only stop and say hello.

Song Ci knew how much he was, and he didn't have the heart to move forward. He looked at the pictures one by one, and at the end stared at a picture of the setting sun in a daze.

A round of red sunset was slowly falling from the sea level, and a young man with open arms facing the sea stood on the sandy shore.

The back lines of the young man in the painting are smooth, as if they are about to come out of the painting.

The painting is too familiar.

Song Ci's eyes fell on the bottom, where there was a line of small characters saying: ST.

Looking all the way, all the painters here are ST.

Originally, Song Ci just thought the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it for a while.

Now I know, Gao Yao mentioned this name on the day they attended the graduation ceremony.Their school invited a big boss who has graduated for many years to go back to attend the ceremony. The pen name of that person is: ST.

Also called Tang Dynasty.

Next to the picture of the setting sun is a picture of a lake tour, a young man sitting on the bow of a boat with only half his face exposed in the snowy mountains and lake water.

Rationality tells me that the person in the painting has nothing to do with him and looks nothing like him, but emotion tells Song Ci that he is clearly the source of inspiration for this person, and the person in the painting is imitating him.

"Wow, ST has started to draw characters. He didn't draw before." Ai Qing ran over after dealing with it, and praised the painting for a while.

"Brother, don't you know that many people asked him to draw characters before, but they said that they only like landscapes and don't want people to appear in the paintings."

"This is ST's first time painting a character. How much did it cost? It's a pity that it has already been bought."

Ai Qing's face was full of regret, every time he said a word of Song Ci, his face darkened, and the guilt in his heart disappeared completely.

Well, I'm still worried about getting scared, people have already used him as a source of inspiration to sell paintings and make a fortune.

"However, the boss himself is not short of money, and this little money is just a waste of money for others." Ai Qing babbled again.

Song Chi questioned: "Huh? Is there no shortage of money?"

Ai Qing: "That's right, Brother Song, you don't know yet, this ST is the senior of our school, his real name is Tang Shi, but now everyone usually calls him by his pseudonym, and some people call him Young Master Tang, who made him the second son of the Tang Group?" Where is the young master?"

"If you don't paint well, you have to go home and inherit the family property."

After listening to Song Ci, he took two deep breaths and tried to calm himself down. Fortunately, fortunately.

Fortunately, I was sensible enough not to think about anything else.

"If you don't want to see it, let's go." Song Ci stared at these paintings and became more and more awkward. "If you are busy, you can stay here, and I will take a taxi to go back."

Just when he needed to calm down.

Ai Qing: "We just came here, and there are still a lot of secondary paintings in the back, and I heard that the restaurant next to it is good, so go back after dinner, don't worry."

Out of the corner of Song Ci's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a painting called 'Street View' on the opposite side again, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I can't stay any longer. When I see these paintings, I think of the process of being sacked."

"I'm in so much pain that I want to cry. I'm so sad that I want to cry." When he said this, his expressionless face looked like a vicious Hades.

It has nothing to do with pitiful, weak and helpless.

Ai Qing said cautiously: "But you said at the door that he is not a scumbag, it is all your fault."

Has it been 10 minutes since the memory of laughing at the other party as a fish?The slap in the face was caught off guard.

Song Ci sneered: "I was angry, a creature like a scumbag should be eunuched."

"It's really eunuch, are you willing?"

Tang Shi's teasing voice appeared, and then a light scent of men's perfume rushed into Song Ci's nose.

He was extremely disdainful in his heart: a sullen old man.

As a painter, Tang Shi's appearance was an accident. When a few scattered tourists in the museum saw him wanting to come forward, Tang Shi gave him a smile from a distance, and pointed to Song Ci to indicate that he had something to do.

The latter was considerate and didn't come over, just staring secretly at the movement here.

"I'm willing, it's not mine anyway." Recently, Song Ci's mood fluctuated too much, and Song Ci couldn't help but feel strange when he saw the other party.

Tang Shi firmly grabbed his shoulders and led him to his side: "Well, it's not yours, but you want to use it."

boom!Song Ci's face turned red instantly, he pushed Tang Shi away violently, kept three meters away from others, and subconsciously went to look at Ai Qing.

The latter has been stupid since Tang Shi appeared.

"Ai Qing, listen to my explanation, I, I," Song Ci said incoherently.

He kept telling Ai Qing that he had no relationship with anyone in City D. If Ai Qing knew the truth, he might be the one who died.

Tang Shi was dissatisfied with being pushed away again, and grabbed Song Ci's hand with a cold face.

"The youngest son of the Ai family?"

"Oh, it's not like that."

After Tang Shi finished speaking, he forcefully pulled Song Ci to the back, and Ai Qing was unceremoniously left where he was.

After coming out of the exhibition hall, you will pass through a courtyard with small bridges and flowing water. There is a rest area at the back.

Song Ci was pulled into a box, and Tang Shi casually loosened the tie around his neck.

In the past two days, he thought a lot and wanted to have a good talk with Song Ci, but Song Ci's words made him choke.

Song Ci: "I am your source of inspiration. You also used my back and my side face. This is a disguised form of infringement of portrait rights. Do you want to pay me royalties?"

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