Summer scorching

Serena didn't give Abei any chance to refuse: the gallery is yours, you can run it well, or leave it alone.A Bei chose the latter and handed over the management of the gallery to the experienced teacher Zheng.Although she goes to the gallery every day and stays for ten hours at a time, she only stays in the studio on the third floor.

Probably when she heard Yan Xiaoping calling herself "sister", a thought sprouted in A Bei's mind: She no longer looked forward to video chatting with Yan Xiaoping, and no longer looking forward to sharing love with Yan Xiaoping.What she expected to come was also what she didn't want to hear.She wants to record Yan Xiaoping in her heart, the most beautiful Yan Xiaoping at the beginning, Yan Xiaoping who has nothing to do with Jiangshan, Yan Xiaoping who has no plans to go to Korea: Yan Xiaoping who was soaked in sweat when she first met, and Yan Xiaoping who hung his head in the night and told about his life experience Yan Xiaoping, Yan Xiaoping who just took a bath and twisting her hair, Yan Xiaoping whose face was flushed by the bonfire, Yan Xiaoping who walked into the dark with a cane...

A Bei does not need composition or inspiration, even if it is a long-term picture, A Bei can restore it with a brush without any mistakes.It's just that oil painting is the most time-consuming and labor-intensive type of painting. It takes Abei at least two months to finish each painting.However, there are too many things in my mind waiting to be interpreted and exiled.A Bei was racing against time, spending eleven or twelve hours casually in the gallery.A few times, I even painted all night, day and night.This kind of life is not a burden for A Bei. When the paintings gradually take shape, there seems to be a kind of depression pouring out, dripping freely.

After staying up all night, A Bei decided to move.Board and lodging are all in the gallery, which means that Abei has more time to paint.

The gallery was originally the collective dormitory of the Municipal Cultural Center. After the cultural center was rebuilt, a large open space was left in front of it, some flowers and plants were planted, and a rockery corridor was built. It is like a private garden that is not open to the public.The cultural center will also make money, and the dormitory on the side of the road is reserved, and it is rented out at a high price as a shop.There are two dormitory buildings, and Serena’s gallery occupies one building exclusively. It has three floors. The first floor is an exhibition hall, and the second floor is still an exhibition hall, but it is more boutique and high-end.On the east side of the exhibition hall on the second floor, there is a staff rest area.There is also a basement, where many works are also piled up.The third floor is her exclusive space. Just like the overall decoration of the gallery, it is simple but not simple.Up to this moment, Serena's exclusive space has become Abei's private space.

Moving from the rental house to the gallery, A Bei didn't have much luggage to pack.The furniture and electrical appliances in the gallery are all available, which is much more elegant than the high-end ones in the rental house.Abei called Da Nai and asked her if she needed anything. If not, I would send all of them to the waste collector.Big Nai picked some and called Cambridge again, mostly asking him to move things.Kang Qiao hurried over, leaning on the door frame and poking his head in: "You want to move?"

"Move to the gallery."

"What about Xiaohua, what about Xiaohua?" Cambridge still called Xiaohua Meow.

"Isn't there you? It regards you as its own father."

"Wouldn't that be a child without a mother?" Kang Qiao shook his head and said, then took off his coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves: "Would you like to help?"

"You see that there is something big that you can use, just move it to your house."

Cambridge looked around: "Do you count?"

A Bei rolled his eyes, lowered his head, and packed his luggage on his own. After a long time, he said unhurriedly, "Are you itchy?"

Kang Qiao picked out the sofa, threw his own sofa out of the house, and moved Abei's sofa into his own room with Big Nai.When going out, the sofa was stuck, and it was impossible to change the angle from left to right. Two people plus a sofa were in a stalemate at the door, going back and forth, unable to advance or retreat, and yelling.

"What a fool!" Ah Bei couldn't see it, so he also raised a corner of the sofa, and let the big tits stand on the side first.Just turned sideways slightly, and sure enough, the sofa was safely sent out the door.The sofa moved to the corridor, and the big tits caught up, bent down and lifted the sofa together.At this moment, Cambridge on the other side of the sofa froze in a daze as if cast a spell, staring straight at the two girls on the other side of the sofa, and inadvertently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.The big tit was stunned for a moment, and quickly covered the white chest: "What are you looking at!" After saying this, Abei couldn't help turning his head to look at the big tits. Ready to come out.

"No, no," Cambridge shook his head vigorously, pretending to be sure.But the gradually stiff expression because he was holding back his laughter betrayed him, and he burst out laughing again, pointing at Abei and laughing loudly: "You really don't wear a bra!"

Ah Bei is wearing a loose round neck T-shirt, bent over like a big tit.The angle is just right, and the scenery inside the T-shirt can be seen in front of Cambridge.Seeing that Cambridge was smiling more and more complacently and lost his shape, Abei pushed the sofa forward fiercely, and then let go suddenly. With a bang, the sofa legs were firmly nailed to Cambridge's insteps.

After that, there was that tragic scream.

Moving to the gallery, in addition to having more energy for painting, undoubtedly has another benefit: she no longer has to pay attention to that unruly Cambridge who talks and does things without looking for margins.

But only one day later, Cambridge came again.

Just like the uncles and aunts in the community, like the men and women in the bar, Cambridge's affinity can be applied freely even in the "noble and glamorous" gallery.Not to mention young people like Xiaodao and Jingjing, even Mr. Zheng, who loves to put on an old artist's air, would nod and smile at Cambridge.Even A Bei, who became a gallery owner, has never felt this kind of treatment.

Kang Qiao knew the way, and appeared at the door of the studio: "Hey."

A Bei didn't look back, and didn't respond, he dipped a little paint on the palette, and then carefully spread it on the canvas.

"Hey!" Cambridge yelled again, "Deaf?"

"what?"

"No reason, just take a look."

"Then you can look at it as you like."

Kang Qiao took a look around, looked at the oil paintings that were still in the air-drying stage, and saw that the paintings were all of the same girl, and then asked: "Who is this girl, she is very beautiful?" Looking at the painting, he looked at the window sill The scenery outside, obviously fidgeting.

"I found this on the sofa yesterday. I don't know if it's yours." Cambridge plucked up his courage and walked up slowly. A chain fell from the palm of his hand, and the copper-golden pendant swayed slightly in mid-air.It was the fifty-cent necklace Yan Xiaoping made.

A Bei grabbed the necklace without saying a word.

"This necklace should be a pair, you five cents, I fifty cents, we make one piece."

"Ah."

A naive smile appeared on Cambridge's face inadvertently. With a little excitement, he took out another fifty-cent necklace from his trouser pocket: "Is this another one?"

A Bei was stunned for a moment, Yan Xiaoping's necklace had already been put away by Yan Xiaoping because of the copper rust, and he didn't know if he took it to Korea, or lost it to an unknown corner like her.Looking at the one on Kang Qiao's hand, there was no trace of copper rust, and it was definitely not Yan Xiaoping's.Thinking about it again, it suddenly dawned on me: it was the one from Miaomiao.

"No," Abei said nonchalantly, and painted the picture nonchalantly. The one on the canvas was Yan Xiaoping standing under the sycamore tree with her arms in her arms and looking up.Yan Xiaoping was just a blurry figure under the trunk just after the color of the trunk was changed.

"Don't deny it, it's obvious! When Xiaohua first picked it up, Xiaohua had this hanging on it."

"You also know that this chain belongs to Miaomiao?" A Bei asked back.

Cambridge choked, thinking about it, since the chain belonged to a cat, it was unlikely to be a pair with A Bei's chain: "It's not a pair, it's a set, okay?" Is it a kind of fate? Actually, before I found this necklace, I didn't think much of it. But when I saw this necklace, I knew that it meant that you and I put together a piece, so I suddenly felt that this should be a kind of fate. You say it’s a coincidence, we’ve known each other since childhood…”

"Is there? We only sat together when we were in junior high school. Before junior high school, I didn't know you at all."

"Don't care about these details." Kang Qiao took a deep breath: "Anyway, I met you in Beijing, and you had long hair at that time. Although you disappeared within two years, I met you again in this city. I met your brother. After so many things, or I have experienced every sadness that I have witnessed in you, at least in the past two years. This is probably also..."

"Is it also fate? Is this the fate you want?"

"No, no," Cambridge paused, a little at a loss, and then suddenly emphasized his tone: "I'm not talking about fate, but maybe, our acquaintance is a matter of destiny. I know..."

"Are you confessing to me?"

"Uh... that... that, I don't know how to say it. Just, when I saw the chain yesterday, I suddenly had this idea, and felt that our acquaintance was destined. I know you have someone who likes you, you I have a boyfriend..."

"I do not have a boyfriend."

"Really? Not the one from last time?" Kang Qiao's eyes widened, eyes filled with surprise, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he opened his arms involuntarily.

As soon as it opened, Ah Bei glanced at it indifferently, and bent over to change a brush: "It's a girlfriend!".A Bei still tilted his head to draw, and said blankly: "It's a girlfriend, do you understand? I'm gay, and I like women."

"Are you kidding me?" Kang Qiao's smile froze for a moment, and after a while, he rubbed his neck and giggled: "I don't believe it."

"Believe it or not, it's none of my business."

"I didn't want to confess my love to you just now, but," Kang Qiao thought and thought, racked his brains, and argued for a long time before saying, "I just want to emphasize to you that the fate between people is a very important thing." Subtle things. Haha, don’t think too much about it.” He paused again: “Actually, you just hate me, and there’s no need to say you’re gay. That’s ridiculous, I still remember you growing hair when you were a child Look, very cute. Like a Barbie doll. Really, if you hate me, just say so, there is no need to say that you are gay."

"I hate you, can you go?"

Just like being splashed with a basin of ice water that night, Cambridge was stunned, and nodded dully: "Then, then I understand, see you later."

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