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After about a long time, Song Rou who was standing opposite did not speak again.

After overreacting, Tong Yu himself calmed down very quickly, and immediately began to regret the words.The space between him and Song Rou seemed to be densely packed with landmines, which would detonate at the slightest sign of trouble, and every time it would explode, the sky would be shaken and blood would fly everywhere.

"sorry."

Tong Yu lowered his head to apologize, but did not look up at Song Rou.He felt too tired and didn't want to catch up with Song Rou right now, so he just asked: "Is there any problem with this photo?"

But Song Rou remained silent.

Tong Yu's palms were sweating again, as he would when he was nervous.His fingers tightened his loose pants like a sack, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Then he heard a very light sigh, brushing past his ears lightly, like a normal and continuous breath.

His right hand holding his trousers was gently wrapped and pulled up by another warm hand.

"You don't need to apologize."

The man broke off his contorted bloody fingers, smoothed them, and then took a piece of dry paper towel to help him wipe the sweat from his palms.

"I'm the one who should apologize."

"I'm very sorry."

He has to apologize many times, every time he says, mentions, or just recalls, he has to apologize.Because things had already happened, he had no choice but to apologize.

"I thought I knew you, I knew what energy and talent you had, and I..."

Song Rou's voice choked up when she said this, and her eyelashes were trembling intensively.

After wiping his right hand, he went to hold Tong Yu's left hand again. "I didn't even believe you."

Obviously the information he has is shallow and narrow, but he thinks he has glimpsed the truth with solid evidence.He thought he was rational and objective enough, but he was actually just a fool who followed the public opinion.

Tong Yu pursed his lips habitually, exerted strength on his elbows, and wanted to retract his hands.But Song Rou gently squeezed Tong Yu's thin wrist, forcing him to look at her.

Song Rou looked at the pair of pitch-black eyes very seriously, and said slowly, "Tong Yu is a very remarkable person."

"I've always been proud of you. I am now and I was."

After that incident, Song Rou still couldn't forgive herself, because he knew how devastating it was to an artist, let alone to Tong Yu, who was already fragile and fragile.

At that time, Song Rou arrogantly thought that she at least had the ability to solve problems, but she still became one of the straws that had accumulated on Tong Yu's body.

Many nights he woke up in a highly alcoholic nightmare, frantic, begging someone to bless that person, god, ghost, whatever.

He was afraid that that person would become a broken camel, a branch crushed by thousands of snowflakes, and finally a butterfly that he dreamed of day and night but could never catch again.

And luckily, the little fat guy he loves is stronger than he prayed for.

He returned here well, although he is no longer a little fat man, but he did not give up painting, he also fulfilled his original dream.

Song Rou remembered that during a certain holiday in 2016, the two went to City Y together again.

At that time, the private art museum run by Song Zhi and his friends had officially changed its name to Chun Xue Art Museum.In those years, because of his enthusiasm for buying and exhibiting some giant art installations, he became a force in many domestic art museums.

In 2012, Ann Hamilton's large-scale installation "Thread Incident" exhibited in Wade Thompson Hall was moved to City Y again by Spring Snow Art Museum.

Huge white silk hangs high, across the entire exhibition hall.The top is connected with a steel cable, and the steel cable is connected with dozens of long swings.

In the corner, actors in brown cloaks whisper poetry and philosophy, and the sound is diffused throughout the exhibition hall through a radio in a brown paper bag.

When the exhibitors shake the swing, the steel cable will pull the silk and fly up, like a thin white sail in the huge waves.

They were lying in the center of the exhibition hall with many people. The huge white curtain divided their bodies into two from their upper limbs. The sunlight and silks and satins that penetrated the exhibition hall turned into a milky yellow halo.

The sound of reading aloud, talking, laughing, all kinds of leather shoes and high heels stepping on the wooden floor, and the sound of carrier pigeons flapping their wings in the cage.They lost their gravity in that wondrous and holy chaos, thinking of time, past, and future.

At that time, Song Rou had just formed a band, and Aurora hadn't exploded yet.The people around were lying on the floor and praying with folded hands, talking about their dreams to those around them, hoping that there would be a tomorrow.

And Song Rou said that he will always love rock music.

Then Tong Yu was painting gourds for the first time in this situation, and he wanted to say something important to Song Rou here.

That was the first time Tong Yu mentioned his dream. He expressed it incoherently, saying that he wanted to become a very powerful painter who would influence this era.

In 2025, Tong Yu is already the youngest painter in the permanent collection of the AYANA Museum of Art in Tokyo, and was listed by New York Magazine as one of the ten most influential artists under the age of 30 in the world.

In this year's Hong Kong spring auction, Tong Yu's new works were sold for more than 600 million Hong Kong dollars.Song Zhi came back from Hong Kong in June and cried in his circle of friends, saying that he had not been able to get the painting of that talented Italian painter after two years of salary.

It's just that Song Rou at that time didn't know that the so-called talented Italian painter was Tong Yu.

"You have realized your dream." Song Rou bent her eyes and relaxed her hands. "Great painter."

Tong Yu took the opportunity and immediately retracted his two hands together.

He looked at Song Rou dully.He didn't know why he suddenly started to praise him when he was talking about things back then, and then he was able to talk about dreams.

I receive too much information at once, my emotions change quickly, and I need to reply a lot.

So Tong Yu decided to come one by one.

He messed up the tissue that Song Rou gave him, and the bulging folds made his palms itch.

He started by saying, "I accept your apology."

Then say, "It's okay. It's over."

Song Rou doesn't need to feel guilty towards him, under such circumstances, no one will believe him, and Song Rou is no exception.After apologizing a hundred times, Tong Yu would still say that.

Finally, he has to answer the dream.

But this topic made him a little embarrassed, so his voice obviously dropped a lot.

He whispered, "Thank you."

Tong Yu also thought of the Chunxue Art Museum that day. He thought that Song Rou had already become a top pop singer in the mainland, and thought that he could hear his singles in shopping malls during the years when he lived abroad.

Although such a great fame will inevitably cause some troubles in daily life, Song Rou can be regarded as doing what he said.

"This is very good." Tong Yu nodded, and concluded solemnly: "We have all realized our dreams."

so cute--

He was so damn cute when he answered the questions with a straight face, Song Rou sighed in her heart.How can a person who is almost 30 years old be so cute?

Song Rou couldn't help reaching out and touching Tong Yu's head.

Tong Yu didn't avoid it at that time, just because he felt that the current atmosphere was very solemn, which was not good.

Song Rou, who had benefited, just smiled slightly, and did not continue what Tong Yu said.

Because he knew very well in his heart that it was far from the truth.

The thread incident is real, and I made it up when I moved to China.Baidu can search for pictures and videos, and Weibo also posted them.

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