bad derailment

Gu Mingsheng's voice was soft and hot, and his straightforwardness was undisguised, like the first spring rain, falling on the dead wood and grass that had been barren for a winter.

He is a complex mixture of romance and reality, contradictory but reasonable in this world.A word sound, a look, all turned into a grand heart rain, pouring down turbulently in the depths of my soul.

I didn't stick to the last barrier, and I was confused by him and got into the gap affectionately.

He is too cunning, and every love sentence that is hard to distinguish between true and false is more moving because of a little exaggeration.True or false, it is no longer so important, it is enough that I actually have him, or have had him.

This elopement is in a strange city, on a street where no one disturbs.Gu Mingsheng and I walked side by side, neither of us spoke, but the distance was infinitely close to zero.

This is different from physical intimacy, more like vibrations from the soul.All the bad things and people disappeared for a short time, only his every move occupied my whole mind.

We walked through the scenic spots in Shaocheng, or stopped, or took pictures for souvenirs, just like a real couple on an ordinary date. After time passed, we came to the last stop. The modern art proposed by Gu Mingsheng exhibition hall.

"They will come to Yancheng for an exhibition next month. I originally planned to wait until then to visit, but I didn't expect such a coincidence that I can see them in advance with the convenience of work."

Gu Mingsheng wore a mask, only revealing a tall nose bridge and smiling eyes, full of rare joy.I followed him all the way, and I didn't find it boring, but I didn't see much of it. I just felt that every piece of work was beautiful, but it was also so beautiful that it didn't hinder the viewing even if it was turned upside down.

Walking through the corridor, I stopped in front of a huge portrait at the end, which was tightly protected by a glass cover. The thick oil paint strokes were bright and bright, almost bringing a very strong visual impact at the first glance.I stood still for a long time before I saw the side face of a woman under the messy superimposed colors. If you didn't look closely, you would think it was just another abstract landscape painting.

"This is Xiao Leng's work."

Gu Mingsheng's voice came from behind, he stood beside me, looking at the painting together.

I couldn't help asking: "Is he famous?"

"He is a very powerful senior. Back then, the painting "Love Language" fetched a high price of 800 million yuan, but he chose to donate it to the organizer of the art exhibition for free."

I was not much moved by this painting at first, but after listening to Gu Mingsheng's words, I suddenly felt a little admiration for this painter who had never met before.Even the works in front of me seem to be less foggy, with a bit more abstract beauty.

"The model in the painting is beautiful." As a layman, I found out the only point I could understand and praised.

"This woman is not a model, but Xiao Leng's wife," Gu Mingsheng smiled. "They have been married for ten years. From classmates to marriage, they have always been a model couple in the circle. They are very loving."

I nodded knowingly, and said with some envy: "It turns out that this painting was a gift from him to his wife. No wonder it didn't sell after it was auctioned for 900 million yuan."

Gu Mingsheng shook his head, "It's not because of this reason, they divorced a few years ago."

"Why?" I was a little surprised, and asked subconsciously, "Didn't you say they are very affectionate?"

"At the beginning, many people were as puzzled as you were, but they didn't know until later that Xiao Leng had an affair in the third year of marriage." Gu Mingsheng said in a flat voice, "When he made this painting, he had already separated from his wife. Living with a third party."

It seems to suddenly piece together a ridiculously realistic ending to a fairy tale.I paused for a long time before I recovered my voice: "Then...why did he draw this picture?"

"Only he knows this."

Gu Mingsheng looked at me, with subtle fluctuations in his eyes, and he said slowly: "In the professional class, the teacher explained this painting to us, every stroke can see the creator's intentions, almost invisible skills, only the pouring of emotion "Compared to Xiao Leng's other works, "Love Language" is not the best, but because of the story behind it, it has become the most controversial one."

I looked at the painting for a long time, and said complicatedly: "...he is a contradictory person."

"Everyone is a combination of contradictions. You can say that he is a morally corrupt person, a failed husband, but you cannot say that he is an unsuccessful artist, or does not love his ex-wife. After the divorce One out of every three works of Xiao Leng is related to his ex-wife."

When Gu Mingsheng finished the last word, he seemed to let out a long sigh. I don't know what he was sighing, or what other meanings he was referring to.

And the phrase 'contradiction' also applies to me.

I probably can't be like this painter, miss the old love with the new love, but it still doesn't get any better.It's just like two equally bad people are more corrupt than who, even if they win, they won't feel any joy.

When walking out of the art exhibition, Gu Mingsheng asked, "Where is the next stop?"

I glanced at the gray sky and said, "It's getting late, let's go back to the hotel first."

"Xiao Yao," he seemed to be smiling, the lips under the mask slightly curved, "I will misunderstand what you are implying when you say that."

I was stunned for a second, then couldn't help laughing twice, met his gaze and said, "It doesn't matter if you misunderstand."

Gu Mingsheng's expression seemed to darken for a moment, "Really?"

"Well," the evening weather was still a bit muggy, I looked away, "Let's go?"

"Walk."

A few seconds later, Gu Mingsheng continued with a low smile.

Zhao Quan probably just came back from watching the scenic spots, his face was flushed with sweat, and he was still carrying a bag of grilled skewers, and when Gu Mingsheng and I walked out of the elevator, we bumped into each other.

"Brother Lin Yao? You're back, this is..." Zhao Quan stared at Gu Mingsheng without blinking, and suddenly revealed a look of surprise, he stumbled and said, "Are you the one from last time?" ...Brother Gu?"

"It's me, your name is Zhao Quan." Gu Mingsheng took off his mask, showing an impeccable smile, "I happen to be working nearby, so I stopped by to see Lin Yao."

"oh oh."

Zhao Quan scratched his head cautiously, looking like he wanted to ask something else, but found that Gu Mingsheng had already answered, so he could only say: "Then you have fun, I'll go back to eat supper first."

I couldn't help reminding from the side: "Don't eat too greasy food at night, and be careful to have a stomachache at work tomorrow."

"It's just a little bit, it's okay, Brother Lin Yao, let's see you tomorrow."

Zhao Quan smiled embarrassedly, and hurried back to his room with the barbecue.I swiped open the door next door, and just as I put the room card into the card slot, there was a sound of locking the door behind me, and then Gu Mingsheng's warm body was pressed against my back.

"Xiao Yao," he hugged and kissed my side gently, "I am very happy today."

"I'm also very happy, the places you recommended are all good." I said.

"I didn't say that."

Gu Mingsheng stared at me, "Today is our first date since we established our relationship."

I blinked my eyes and asked hesitantly, "Is this different from when we went out before?"

"Of course, the difference is—"

He held my face, lowered his head and kissed it, I lowered my eyes, responded to Gu Mingsheng, and retreated all the way until I fell into the soft bed behind me, and his breath wrapped my whole body.

Gu Mingsheng pressed close to his ear and exhaled itchy heat, "I couldn't treat you like this before, but now I can."

I pretended to be serious and said to him: "If you dared to do this kind of thing suddenly before, I would definitely give you a punch first."

I don't know which word caught Gu Mingsheng's smile, he lowered his head and giggled, "Xiao Yao, don't say such bad things at this time from now on, okay?"

I said yes, but I was also laughing, as if it was true what Gu Mingsheng said, it has been a long time since I let go of everything and fell into pure happiness like today.

His movements are more gentle than ever, while kissing me softly as a comfort...

(Delete car)

What Gu Mingsheng did this night was extra crazy, not because he was so rude, but because he reacted quickly and repeatedly for the first time.It was agreed to go to the bathroom to clean, but Gu Mingsheng feigned grievances and begged me to try other positions. It is estimated that for a while, I would not want to see the mirror in the bathroom.

"I really want to stay here for a few more days."

Gu Mingsheng hugged me, his warm breath lingered over my ears and temples, like a soft feather brushing over my skin, bringing indescribable comfort and slight itchiness.

I was a little sleepy, and I was still sulking because of what happened just now, so I said casually, "Isn't the work over? You're leaving tomorrow morning."

"Ah."

Gu Mingsheng's voice was a little low, "Tomorrow, after getting off the high-speed train, I will go back to the group and continue filming. I will be busy until the early hours of the morning."

"Then you are still so energetic."

I couldn't help but yawned, not wanting to continue losing my temper, turned over to find a more comfortable position, and closed my eyes in a daze.

"Good night, Gu Mingsheng."

He seemed to smile, and then said, "Good night."

That night I had a dream, a dream that never happened and was unrealistic.

In the dream, Gu Mingsheng was lying beside him, slowly speaking a lot of words that I couldn't understand. After a while, he suddenly got very close, and even his breath brushed his cheeks and ears. I couldn't see his emotions clearly. A closed lips and a deep and powerful voice.

"Xiao Yao, you may not believe it, but in fact, I don't even believe it myself."

I wanted to ask him what it was, but I couldn't open my mouth in the dream.

"I love you," he said softly, "I have loved you since a long time ago."

He was unbelievably real, from tone to touch, it seemed to really surround me.

I think this is the most absurd and most deviant dream I have ever had, and the real Gu Mingsheng will never be able to choose me as gently and firmly as in the dream.