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The third day was cloudy, and it rained lightly outside. Thin rain lines hit the glass windows and then slid down, leaving curved and criss-crossed rain marks.

At dawn, Lu Sheng had already answered several calls from the gallery about an art exhibition next month. The painter Lin Lang, who was about to sign a contract for that art exhibition, wanted to cancel the art exhibition temporarily, and canceled the authorization at the same time.

Tan Ziping, another partner of the gallery, told him on the phone that Lin Lang was in the gallery now, and if he wanted to continue the cooperation, he asked to have an interview with Lu Sheng. Lin Lang had been waiting in the gallery for several hours.

Lu Sheng didn't want to cooperate with Lin Lang at the beginning. He didn't like Lin Lang very much. He didn't deny that he was a talented person, but Lin Lang was hypocritical and greedy. If he wanted to cancel the exhibition this time, it was most likely because of him. Because you want to increase the price.

But Tan Ziping really wants to cooperate with him, because Lin Lang is on the rise, so there is a lot of room for his paintings to appreciate.

But Lu Sheng really can't go out now, because Xu Yao is still sleeping, sleeping soundly.

Xu Yao woke up at ten o'clock. When he opened his eyes, the bedroom was dark and the curtains were drawn tightly. He could only hear the patter of rain outside the window. He reached out his hand to touch his side, and his hand was cold.

He knew that he was still lying on Lu Sheng's bed, but Lu Sheng was not there. Xu Yao sat up with his arms propped up on the bed. His bones felt sore and painful as if he had been run over. He reached out and took out his phone, and the message displayed on the screen The date and time made him unacceptable for a while.

This time the clothes were placed on his bedside, and he put them on quickly. When putting on the clothes, he lowered his head and glanced at his body, starting from the neck, all the way down to the calves, there were not a few intact skins left, all were bruised and purple The imprints and tooth marks silently tell how fierce the battle has been in the past two days.

It’s incredible!

In addition to the exhaustion of the body, Xu Yao couldn't accept the absurdity of his two days, as long as he thought about it, his forehead would twitch uncontrollably.

He quickly packed his clothes and opened the bedroom door.

In the brightly lit living room, Lu Sheng was standing by the dining table, arranging the dishes.

Lu Sheng was dressed in casual home clothes, and his hair was loosely scattered on his forehead, making him look a few years younger.

From a distance, Xu Yao could see a few red marks where his collar couldn't cover. They were scratched by him. It should not only be on his neck, but also on his back and arms.

He was a little uncomfortable, so he turned his eyes away from Lu Sheng.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lu Sheng raised his head and smiled slightly at Xu Yao, "I guess you should wake up, so I made some breakfast, come over and have some first."

Xu Yao refused, "No, I should go."

After he finished speaking, he walked straight towards the door. Even though his body was sore, he still tried to keep it as natural as possible. When passing by the dining table, he glanced at the plates on the dining table, steak, sandwiches, apple pie, salad, wonton, steamed dumplings, miscellaneous bean porridge , soy milk, eggs...

A table full of breakfast.

Lu Sheng walked over and grabbed his wrist, "These two days we ate casually, and they were all ordered for delivery. I don't know what breakfast you like, so I made a little of everything..."

Xu Yao interrupted him, "...I'm not hungry."

As soon as the words fell, there was a very inappropriate stomach grunt.

Lu Sheng laughed a few times in a low voice, in exchange for two cold glances from Xu Yao, Lu Sheng stopped laughing, coughed twice, "Come over for breakfast first."

“Western food or Chinese food.”

“Chinese food.”

"Wonton or porridge?"

"ravioli."

Lu Sheng pushed the wonton bowl in front of Xu Yao, "Be careful, it's still hot."

Xu Yao said "thank you" lightly, and then the two were silent, eating their respective breakfasts quietly, only the clinking sound of the tableware from time to time.

Xu Yao glanced at Lu Sheng's house while eating wontons. Although he stayed here for two days, the sofa, bathroom, living room, bedroom... But the pictures of these places in his mind are scattered fragments, and it should be added Fragments of the mosaic, the protagonist under the mosaic is still himself.

Xu Yao's leg was throbbing again, he shook off the inappropriate picture in his mind, and looked at it carefully again.

Xu Yao's first feeling was that Lu Sheng's house was too big, about 300 square meters, he didn't like big houses, it was deserted and unpopular, and the decoration of Lu Sheng's house included furniture. In the past, there were three colors of black, white and gray. If you want to be more indifferent, you can be more indifferent. It is completely opposite to Lu Sheng himself. Xu Yao can't figure out why he would choose such a decoration style.

The only thing that surprised Xu Yao was that there were many oil paintings hanging on the dark gray walls that were extremely inconsistent with the decoration style. Which artist did these paintings come from?

Finally, what Xu Yao couldn't take his eyes off was that on the side of the open kitchen, there was a huge wine cabinet on the whole wall. He randomly picked a row of wine on the wine cabinet and looked at it. All the wines were of collection level, reaching the It is not surprising that Lu Sheng brought the red wine to the bar that night.

Lu Sheng noticed his gaze, and answered him thoughtfully, "My grandfather had a winery in France, and now my father is managing it. They like to collect wine."

No wonder!

Lu Sheng said again: "If you want to drink, you can come anytime."

Xu Yao froze for a moment, but didn't answer.

After eating a bowl of wontons, Xu Yao felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach. He picked up his phone and looked at it. It was already 10:30. He put down his spoon and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Full?" Lu Sheng also put down his chopsticks.

Xu Yao responded in a low voice, "I should go."

Lu Sheng took out a business card and pushed it in front of Xu Yao.

"Yaoyao, I think we fit well in bed, we like each other's bodies very much."

Xu Yao wanted to refute, one was to correct what he called him, and he didn't want him to call him Yaoyao, and the other was to refute what he said just now that they were very compatible in bed, but the facts of the past two days made him unable to refute. , because it looks fake, he obviously enjoys it.

He had no choice but to ask back: "So?"

Lu Sheng pinched the corner of the business card, and tapped on the table lightly, "So I think, maybe we can maintain this kind of relationship, we can not interfere with each other in normal times, and we can contact if necessary."

Xu Yao leaned back, leaned back on the chair, frowned and asked, "Pao You?"

Lu Sheng said: "You can also call me a bed partner. Of course, I can guarantee that there will be no other people during our relationship."

Xu Yao directly refused, "I don't think it's necessary."

He felt that this kind of one-night stand relationship, no, to be precise, he and Lu Sheng had a two-day relationship. After dawn, they should go their separate ways, and there would be no more intersections. Any relationship, no matter what kind of Existing in any form will consume a person's spirit and energy.

Xu Yao didn't want to spend time and energy on such a relationship.

He stood up, and when he walked to Lu Sheng's side, Lu Sheng still stuffed the business card between his fingers into the pocket of his suit pants, "It's up to you whether you want to contact me or not."

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When Xu Yao was changing shoes in the entrance, he suddenly glanced at the top of his head. There was also a painting hanging on the wall of the entrance. He straightened up and looked up for a long time.

It was a picture of a sunrise by the sea, with white waves, deep blue water, and a semicircular sun on the horizon, half in the sea and half in the sky, and the orange light shone on the sea surface, sparkling.

Seeing him fascinated, Lu Sheng asked, "What's wrong?".

"Your painting is an imitation painting." Xu Yao took two steps forward, looked at it carefully, and said with a frown, "If it is an imitation painting, it is too similar."

Lu Sheng asked with great interest: "How can you be sure that this painting is an imitation painting?"

Xu Yao said slowly: "The artist who painted this painting is called Jiang Sheng. He is a talented painter. He became famous at the age of 17. Now the auction price of each of his paintings exceeds [-] million. Of course, I am not questioning that you have no money. To buy his paintings, you can tell by looking at the wine on your wine cabinet that you are not short of money. The reason why I am sure that your painting is a copy is because Jiang Sheng’s painting is his early work. I bought it by accident in an art exhibition a while ago, and later she gave it to me. After that, intentionally or unintentionally, I paid more or less attention to Jiang Sheng, but he is quite mysterious, and there is no such thing as him on the Internet. A lot of information, not even a photo."

Lu Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Yao, "Jiang Sheng, he doesn't paint anymore, but this painting is really not a fake. Of course, yours should also be real, because this one is the real one. He copied his own paintings."

Xu Yao was a little surprised, but he didn't ask too many questions. He was silent for a while and said, "It's a pity that he stopped painting six years ago. Everyone thinks of him as a genius painter, especially after he is 25 years old. , Many people say that his peak period is from 28 to 30 years old, but in my opinion, the paintings he drew after the age of 28, how should I put it? It seems that he is deviating from himself, struggling and helpless.”

Lu Sheng raised his eyebrows, bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "Maybe what you said is right."

Xu Yao shook his head, "I'm not a professional, I'm just a layman. I don't know much about painting. These are just my personal opinions, all based on my own feelings."

After he finished speaking, he looked away and walked to the door, "I should go."

Lu Sheng originally wanted to drive directly to the gallery, but now he suddenly changed his mind and picked up a coat that was hung on the entrance cabinet, "It's raining outside, I'll see you off, it's a bit cold, you wear a coat."