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The author has something to say: The main text is over, thank you for your support, I was not in a good state when I started this article, so I want to write something more relaxed, really, really thank you for your company and support all the time, refill~ In the next two days, I am going to repair the front...

Lu Zhengping called Xu Yao a few times in the middle, asking about the progress of Lu Sheng's return to work in the group. Every time, Lu Sheng offered advice from the sidelines. The first time Xu Yao said that the two had just started communicating, Lu Sheng resisted a little.

The second time I said that Lu Sheng was a bit repulsive.

The third time I said that Lu Sheng's attitude gradually softened, showing signs of letting go.

The fourth time I said that Lu Sheng reluctantly said that he could go back and try it out. Lu Zhengping was overjoyed when he heard that, and he even took a fancy to him as his daughter-in-law, so he immediately named the winery.

Xu Yao looked at the gift agreement of the winery in his hand, and it was a little unreal, so he poked Lu Sheng who was standing aside: "Isn't it good that we are like this?"

"Not too bad," Lu Sheng took out his phone and opened the calendar, "We can now plan ahead for our trip to France next year."

Xu Yao smiled, "Is it so early?"

Lu Sheng said, "Plan ahead of time."

Xu Yao is not as overly sensitive and anxious about time as before. With Lu Sheng's suggestion, he has set a comfort zone for himself that can fluctuate up and down within the estimated time. I have to say that Lu Sheng's method is quite effective. obvious.

Although he no longer needs to plan time all the time, he and Lu Sheng finally planned the itinerary for the second year in advance.

Lu Sheng thought about the decoration of the French apartment, so he asked Tan Ziping when he went to the gallery the next day.

Tan Ziping counted the time and said: "When I came back, the construction had already started. I had people watching it all the time. It will probably take a few months. I have to wait until next spring."

Lu Sheng said, "Exactly."

Tan Ziping knew that what he said was related to Xu Yao, and suddenly thought of Qiao Yi, and asked Lu Sheng, "Did you watch this year's Golden Cup Art Award?"

Lu Sheng shook his head, "I've had so many happy events recently that I haven't had time to pay attention to them. What's the matter? Is there another artist you want to sign?"

Tan Ziping didn't make any detours either. He took out his phone and found the article on the official website with the final results, and showed it to Lu Sheng, "Qiao Yi won No.3, but, this painting, take a look..."

Lu Sheng flipped through the article, directly filtered out the large sections of introduction and awards, and turned directly to the last page. When he saw Qiao Yi's painting clearly, his eyes shivered.

Qiao Yi painted a man. The man's facial features have been deformed, and his body is twisted in an extreme state. However, there is a conspicuous red mole under the man's eyelid in the painting, which explains everything. He is painting Xu Yao... …

Lu Sheng flipped the phone upside down on the table with a "snap", and before he could speak, he heard Tan Ziping say again: "Yesterday, I chatted with the artist who had dinner with me in France last time, and he said that day was very special. To see you, Qiao Yi accepted what he said, and the teacher was also called by him, Xu Yao's accident that day was not an accident..."

"I knew it," Lu Sheng told Tan Ziping about that incident in private. He tensed his forehead, and then quickly found a document from the computer and sent it to Tan Ziping's mobile phone. I don’t plan to use it, you can find an authoritative media to send it over.”

Tan Ziping asked: "What is this?"

"The few award-winning paintings that Qiao Yi drew before are suspected of being plagiarized and ghost-written by others. In fact, it's okay for him to provoke me, but it's not okay to provoke Xu Yao. This is what he asked for..."

Xu Yao took Lu Sheng back to his parents' house over the weekend, and they told the elders about their marriage.

Although their speed was so fast that it really scared Lao Xu and Ms. Qin, but at the same time, they were very relieved. They knew that Lu Sheng was a trustworthy person, so they were still very happy.

On the same day, Old Xu gave them the household registration book, and Lu Sheng took Xu Yao non-stop, and the two received their marriage certificates in the afternoon.

Xu Yao and Lu Sheng walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, stood on the steps in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, looked at the red marriage certificate in their hands and realized it later, still feeling a little unreal: "Are we married?"

Lu Sheng also looked at the marriage certificate in his hand and said, "We're married."

Lu Sheng posted a wedding photo on Moments, and Xu Yao also changed his screen saver to a group photo of the two of them.

Xu Yao kept looking at the red marriage certificate, and finally realized after three days, "We are married."

Lu Sheng kissed on his ring, "Yes, we are married, we are legal now, and we are the closest people to each other now."

In the end, the two decided to hold their wedding half a month after the art exhibition. It was already deep winter at that time. Fortunately, both of them liked winter very much, and this year happened to be a warm winter.

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The first snow fell quietly after the winter, Xu Yao stood by the window, the outside was already a vast expanse of whiteness, the snow fell at night, a thin layer of snow hung on the branches of the sycamore trees downstairs, the wind Blow, the snow foam falls slowly.

A layer of icicles formed on the side of the glass window, Xu Yao put his fingers on the glass, and the fingertips were immediately covered with a layer of air-conditioning, which was icy cold.

He stood by the window and watched the snow for a while, then walked to the bedside and picked up the remote control of the air conditioner to increase the temperature by one degree.

Hearing the voice, Lu Sheng woke up leisurely, closed his eyes and grabbed Xu Yao's finger beside the bed, felt the cool air on his finger, frowned slightly, wrapped his hand in his palm and pulled him into the bed, "Why is it so cold?"

"It's snowing outside." Xu Yao reached into Lu Sheng's pajamas, and pressed his palm against his chest to warm his hands. His cold fingers quickly became warm, and he scratched the skin on Lu Sheng's chest with his nails. Scratching, "Isn't the art exhibition today?"

Lu Sheng half-opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "The art exhibition starts at ten o'clock, what time is it now?"

"It's not seven o'clock," Xu Yao said, "Then do you need to make some preparations in advance?"

"I'm ready," Lu Sheng said, "the only difference is the protagonist."

When Xu Yao arrived at Lu Sheng Gallery, he found a sign on the glass window at the entrance of the gallery that said it was closed for one day.

He looked at the sign and asked Lu Sheng, "Isn't today your art exhibition?"

"That's right, it's a painting exhibition just for you," Lu Sheng took out the key to open the door, "because the paintings inside can only be seen by the two of us."

Lu Sheng's apartment in France flashed through Xu Yao's mind, the purple curtains, the river outside the window, the clean sheets, and him lying naked on the bed, and Lu Sheng sitting behind the drawing board.

Thinking of this, Xu Yao's face burned, and his pace became a little faster.

The gallery is divided into upper and lower floors. Lu Sheng took Xu Yao's hand and went straight to the second floor, "The second floor was my private area, and there was also my studio. Last time you came, I didn't show you. "

Xu Yao asked, "Can I watch it now?"

"Now we are going to look at the paintings in my original studio."

The exhibition area on the second floor is very large, and there is a metal sign hanging at the door, with four large red characters written on it——

Lu Sheng Painting Exhibition.

Xu Yao followed Lu Sheng into the door, and at a glance, there were many paintings hanging on the wall, and each of them was him.

Lu Sheng took Xu Yao's hand and walked to the first picture.

Xu Yao looked at the painting on the wall. It was the time when he was fishing by the lake. He was sitting on the bank with a fishing rod in his hand. The angle in the painting was his profile, and a little light fell on his straight nose, because he was caught by Lu Sheng. Interrupting fishing, the corners of his mouth pressed down in dissatisfaction, and he glanced to one side from the corner of his eye.

"So that's what I looked like that day."

"In fact, in the end, you thought I was cute without drawing your expression."

The second picture should be in the morning, before he got up, he opened his eyes slightly, a little confused.

"Why don't I remember?" Xu Yao said.

"I took the photo that day, the morning after I sent Cheng Rin home."

In the third picture, his face was a little red, and there was steam and red heat in his eyes. Xu Yao thought about it seriously. They just finished that day, and Lu Sheng accompanied him to try all the "clothes". And with red bite marks.

Seeing this, Xu Yao blushed, "You still drew this?"

Lu Sheng said: "You were too tired that day, and I took it back to the studio to continue painting."

The third picture shows Xu Yao standing in the kitchen, with the apron stretching out his waistline.

The fourth picture is Xu Yao sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with a serious expression on his face, his lips are tightly pursed, his eyes are looking forward, and the wet corners can be seen from the side of the eyes.

Knowing that Xu Yao no longer remembered, Lu Sheng took the initiative to say, "That day, a documentary about a poor mountainous area was shown on TV. You watched the hungry and skinny children on TV, and you donated money to the poor mountainous area that night..."

Lu Sheng took Xu Yao forward a little bit, and introduced him one by one: "This is you reading a wine magazine, and you are taking notes with a pen. Yaoyao is beautiful when he is serious."

"The one over there is you in a daze in front of the closet."

Xu Yao remembered that and said, "It's not that I'm in a daze, it's that I'm not feeling well."

Lu Sheng asked nervously, "Why are you uncomfortable? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It hurts, you did it." Xu Yao glanced at the painting again, with a bit of complaint in his tone, but the tails of his eyes were raised.

Lu Sheng put his arms around his waist from behind him, "Okay, I won't let you hurt next time."

"Believe the other words for now, I have heard this sentence many times." Xu Yao said.

Lu Sheng smiled and assured, "Really."

Xu Yao didn't want to continue this topic, he wanted to continue looking at the painting, "Is there any more?"

"Have."

Xu Yao followed Lu Sheng to look at the pictures one by one, each one was a bit of life, and the moments he hadn't noticed before were all frozen in the paintings.

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The last painting is hung in the middle, in a separate booth. On the wall is the one that Lu Sheng painted in France. In fact, after returning from France, Xu Yao has always wanted to see that painting. He wanted to see it. What is Lu Sheng's description of him like?

Now he is standing in front of the painting, different from what he imagined, the indescribable shyness is no longer in his heart.

He couldn't understand his own body very well. He raised his head and looked at himself in the painting. The body of the person in the painting was not perfect. There was still a bit of purple around his neck and white gauze wrapped around his hands, but he didn't feel the slightest bit. affect aesthetics.

That kind of beauty does not come from his body itself, but from the silent but tangible state of the person who painted this painting. In the painting, there are large bright and strong color blocks, with joyful love in the escape, and in the painting Every curve and color on his body was filled with the color in Lu Sheng's eyes when he looked at him.

The eyes of the person in the painting kept looking at a certain place. Xu Yao knew that he was looking at Lu Sheng at that time. He still remembered that Lu Sheng was sitting behind the drawing board, and the drawing board covered most of his body. He looked at Lu Sheng's profile, and Lu Sheng raised his head. When I look at him, there is comfort and affection in my eyes...

Those things that were not spoken, all fell on the canvas, flowing little by little in every part of his body...

Lu Sheng held the person in the painting, "That's your color, it's beautiful."

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On the second day of the art exhibition, Tan Ziping came a long time earlier than usual, and waited in the gallery for more than half an hour before seeing Lu Sheng. After seeing him, he asked about the situation of the art exhibition.

"How was the art exhibition yesterday?"

"very good."

"What about painting?"

Lu Sheng said, "I put them all away."

Tan Ziping knew this was the case, and said, "I'm just asking, and I'm not going to see it. Don't be so nervous."

Lu Sheng said, "I'm not nervous. If you want to see it, I can't show it to you."

Tan Ziping changed the subject with a smile, "How is the preparation for the wedding going?"

"Everything is ready..."

Although the wedding was rushed, their preparations went very smoothly. The two elders even sat together to discuss the wedding arrangements. Of course, the opinions of Lu Sheng and Xu Yao shall prevail in the end.

It also snowed that morning, flakes of white snowflakes wobbled down...

Xu Yao got up at four o'clock in the morning. He slept at his parents' house the night before, and he called Lu Sheng on the phone in the middle of the night, and hung up at two o'clock.

When he got up, he looked at the white suit on the hanger in the room. He knew that Lu Sheng should have already put on another suit. They had ordered a lot of suits for today's wedding. Xu Yao didn't like the tedious process. The process is simplified, but it also needs to change three sets of clothes.

As soon as Xu Yao got up and changed his clothes, Cong Xing knocked on his door in a hurry. Xu Yao looked at him carrying a big cosmetic box and asked exaggeratedly, "So many?"

After Cong woke up, he pinched his chin and looked back and forth a few times, then patted his arm lightly, "Damn, did you not sleep well last night? Why did I tell you last night, sleep well , sleep well, today is your wedding day."

Xu Yao was also a little nervous when he said that, he touched his face, "I only slept for two hours, am I in a bad state?"

Cong Xing quickly gave him a lewd look, "It's not bad, my Yaoyao's skin is very good even if she doesn't sleep for three days and three nights, plus my makeup skills, I guarantee that you are the most beautiful in the world."

"Don't be too thick."

"No, you have a good foundation, a little bit will do."

According to the procedure, Lu Sheng came to pick him up at seven o'clock. A few white snowflakes fell on Lu Sheng's shoulders, and Xu Yao patted him lightly.

After the two offered tea to Lao Xu and Ms. Qin, Lu Sheng took Xu Yao's hand and went out.

It was still snowing outside, and someone offered an umbrella, but Xu Yao refused, "I don't need an umbrella, I can already see the car, just let's walk over together."

There was a big "囍" sign posted on the car at the door. Xu Yao looked at the people walking back and forth outside holding up cameras, and suddenly felt a little nervous. Holding Lu Sheng's hand, he couldn't help but feel a layer of sweat on his palm. wet inside.

He looked down at his straight suit, leaned sideways on Lu Sheng's shoulder, and asked him in a low voice, "Is my bow tie crooked?"

Lu Sheng stopped, raised his hand and straightened his bow tie and said, "It's not crooked."

Xu Yao breathed out slowly, "Aren't there many guests today?"

Lu Sheng replied, "Yes, there are a lot of guests."

Xu Yao asked again: "Will it snow all the time today?"

"The weather forecast says it will keep raining today." Lu Sheng touched Xu Yao's palm with his fingers, "Don't be nervous, I'll take you to the car."

Lu Sheng took Xu Yao's hand and led him forward step by step, standing in front of the door and opening the car door.

Xu Yao looked up at the snowflakes that were still falling, and asked Lu Sheng: "Just now Cong Xing put on makeup for me, does it look good?"

Lu Sheng looked at him through the falling snow, "It's very beautiful, like white fireworks..."

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