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Lin Xiuyuan gently picked up the spherical tree root to carve, and after examining it carefully, he chuckled.

The blood vessels on the back of his hand protruded, and he unconsciously squeezed his fingers tightly, forcing a crack in the tree root carving.

Luo Mang Liu raised his eyebrows: "This, this is a gift from Xiao Sheng, how could you!"

"Sorry." Lin Xiuyuan said softly.His eyes lost their light and were as dark as a pool of stagnant water.

Boss Xiao said that he knew nothing about sculpture...he was lying to me, he has been lying to me...

Luo Mang was angry and anxious, snatched the red rope from Lin Xiuyuan's tightly clenched fingers, and put it away cherished.

"Wait!" Lin Xiuyuan reached out to stop him.

Luo Mang's beautiful face was obviously displeased: "What?"

"I can fix your bracelet for you. Please give me a chance to make up for my mistakes."

As a god, repairing this small damage is effortless for Luo Mang, but in order not to make people suspicious, Luo Mang still reluctantly put the rope in Lin Xiuyuan's palm.

Before leaving, he turned his head three times at a step, as if he had handed over something precious and invaluable.

On the grass, only Lin Xiuyuan stood lonely for a long time. He picked up the broken spherical wood carving and looked at it carefully.

Xiao Yanru's works have a very distinct personal style. In the words of the judges, they are bright and sad.It seems to see a beam of light, looking back at the source, the light comes from the moon, a lonely and cold moon.

The six sculptures on the bracelet depict a little fat bird breaking its shell, growing fat, becoming beautiful, getting old, nirvana, and turning into an egg.

The shape of the bird is delicate and cute, carefree, but for some reason, it gives people a deep sigh.

Lin Xiuyuan looked at the sculpture, lost in thought for a long time, until the communication bell rang.

It was his mother calling.

"Son, why are you not at school, the principal has called!"

After his work won the award, Lin Xiuyuan became a god-level figure on campus.It should be known that the Bing Jian Exhibition is open to all artists, and most of the exhibited works are from the hands of great artists with high morals and reputations.

It is unprecedented that the works of undergraduates of Blue Star Academy of Fine Arts have been exhibited in the two consecutive Ice Art Exhibitions.

The last winner was Xiao Yanru. At that time, the judges called him a rare genius.

As a result, only four years later, another undergraduate student's work was sent to the exhibition, which made the principal ecstatic, and treated Lin Xiuyuan like a treasure and took special care of him.

Hearing that he didn't come to class, the principal called the parents himself, fearing that this genius seedling, like Xiao Yanru, would have any accidents.

Lin Xiuyuan hesitated: "Oh, I..."

"Oh, it's not important!" Mother Lin was elated, with every punctuation mark revealing joy, "I'll tell you some great news!"

Lin Xiuyuan: "What?"

"Why aren't you excited at all, really," Mother Lin complained, "Okay, I won't play tricks on you anymore, the good news is that Director Luo wants to meet you in person!"

Lin Xiuyuan: "Oh."

"What?! You're so calm, aren't you happy at all? That's Luo Zonglan. In the film industry, he said that no one dares to be the number one director in the film industry. He wants to see you, a brat, and you don't even have it." Do you feel flattered?"

Lin Xiuyuan was very helpless: "Mom, you have been his subordinate for a long time, and I don't think highly of him. Besides, what does his making movies have to do with me making sculptures?"

From the other end of the communication, Lin's mother shouted with excitement: "It's related! Do you know that Director Luo is Xiao... Xiao...what's his name?"

"Xiao Yanru?"

"Oh, yes, that's him. Director Luo is crazy about his works."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Director Luo said that the style of your works in the exhibition is very similar to his. I want to meet you specially. Is it unexpected or happy?"

"...Happy." Lin Xiuyuan said absently.

In the ward.

The doctor held the medical record in his hand: "May I ask your ID?"

Xiao Yan leaned on the pillow, his face was pale, and he shook his head lightly: "I don't remember."

The doctor took a look at Xiao Yan's bracelet, and kindly reminded: "The bracelet will be bound with an ID, you can check it."

"I lost my original bracelet. This bracelet is not bound to my ID."

The doctor frowned distressedly: "If you don't provide your ID, we can't keep you in the ward, I hope you..."

"Thank you doctor," Xiao Yan interrupted him gently, "I will leave tonight."

"I'm not driving you away, and even if you leave, you still have to provide your ID, you..."

The doctor didn't finish his sentence.

Xiao Yan supported his head, his body curled up in pain, his thin back protruding from the thin layer of hospital gown.

"What's wrong with you?" The doctor asked eagerly.

"My head hurts so much, I want to rest." Xiao Yan said weakly, he curled up and lay back on the bed with his eyes closed, without saying a word.

The doctor was so scared that he didn't dare to speak any more, gave him two injections of nutritional supplements, and left quietly.

As soon as the door was closed, Xiao Yan's eyes opened "suddenly".

He took out the Lingshan Token under his pillow and summoned Qi Jiantong.

The teleporting demon seed appeared in the ward in a second: "Are you better?"

Xiao Yan didn't answer his question: "What is the furthest distance you can teleport?"

Qi Jiantong said: "One hundred and eight thousand miles? As long as I leave a mark, even if it is far away, I can teleport there."

"Have you ever left a mark on Lingshan?"

"of course."

"Take me back."

Qi Jian rebuffed in one gulp: "The only thing you have to do now is to recuperate from your illness. Lingshan is very good and someone will take care of it..."

"Listen to me—"

"Impossible. As far as I know, you don't have the authority to enforce it outside the scope of Lingshan, so you have to listen to me now."

Qi Jiantong pushed Xiao Yan back to the bed involuntarily, and wrapped him in a quilt like a cicada chrysalis, only revealing a small half of his fair face.

"Hey, I say you..." Xiao Yan wanted to break free from the restraint of the quilt, but just as he exposed an arm, he was caught by Qi Jiantong's hand and forced it back.

"Lie down obediently."

Xiao Yan raised his head and looked at him with burning eyes: "This is a request, please take me back. There are many things that I don't have time to explain now."

The hand that was pressing Xiao Yan's forehead to measure body temperature froze in mid-air, Qi Jiantong looked at Xiao Yan in amazement as if he had heard something terrible.

"ask?"

"Yes, please, when I go back, I will tell you exactly what happened."

That look was too serious, which made Qi Jiantong stunned.

He still wanted to say something, but Xiao Yan's unshakable expression made him understand that it was useless to say anything.

After a long silence, Qi Jiantong said slowly, "You must explain everything to me clearly."

"it is good."

"Come on." Qi Jiantong opened his arms.

When his arm was about to touch the strong back muscles, he suddenly retracted. Xiao Yan turned his head and picked up the pillow, Jiu Jiu, and called Fei Jiu: "Take him back together."

Qi Jiantong: "... birds are almost more important than your life."

Xiao Yan thought for a while, then nodded: "For a man, maybe the bird and life are equally important."

Qi Jiantong: "..."

The farther the teleportation distance, the greater the possible damage to the human body.

Qi Jiantong hugged Xiao Yan tightly, wishing he could stick every inch of his skin to his body, and rubbed the back of his neck with his big hands as if to comfort him.The force was so strong that I wished I could rub Xiao Yan into his bones.

"Don't be nervous." Qi Jiantong said, trembling suppressed in his voice.

Xiao Yan: "...I'm not nervous, it's you who is nervous."

"If you accidentally break an arm or a leg, you are not allowed to cry with me."

Xiao Yan: "..."

"Hold me tight."

Xiao Yan tightened his arms, buried his head on his chest, and let out a "hmm".A slight tremor came from the chest, and Qi Jiantong felt inexplicably numb all over.

From the appearance alone, Xiao Yan's limbs are all wrapped around Qi Jiantong's body, like a koala hugging a tree trunk tightly, in a completely dependent posture.

Qi Jiantong's heart skipped a beat.

He rubbed the hand holding the back of Xiao Yan's neck, feeling the soft and hot skin under his palm: "Going away?"

"hurry up!"

Xiao Yan was so strangled by him that he struggled to gain some room to breathe, and soon he was tightly held in his arms by Qi Jiantong's palm.Fat Chirp, who was sandwiched between the two, was so angry that he screamed.

The corners of Qi Jiantong's mouth curled up silently.

The next moment, a mist as thick as ink rose up, enveloping the two of them.

When the housekeeper found Luo Zonglan, the other party was about to open the iron door of his private collection room.

Luo Zonglan's whole body lacked warmth, like a piece of raw meat that had been frozen in the ice for 70 years and only recently thawed.

His hair was a platinum blond that was almost silver, and his eyes were an indifferent light gray, so pale that it was almost white, which would make people think he was blind.

Because of his Caucasian ancestry, Luo Zonglan has a high nose and deep eyes, extremely thin lips, and his face is as cold and hard as a marble sculpture.

The tone is also like marble, or some kind of light-colored cold metal, flat and monotonous, with a hint of danger.

"Lin Xiuyuan is coming?"

The housekeeper bowed slightly, and responded respectfully: "Yes."

"You asked him to meet me in the collection room."

"Collection room?!" The butler was shocked.

Anyone who knows Luo Zonglan knows that this private collection room is his forbidden area, his back wall, and cannot be touched at all.

Let alone entering, Luo Zonglan would be furious even if he accidentally touched the doorknob.

He let a stranger into his collection room? !The housekeeper felt that the values ​​had been impacted.

Luo Zonglan said expressionlessly, "Are you deaf?"

housekeeper:……

"Take him to the collection room. Also, next time I won't repeat it, I'll just tell you to pack up and roll."

"Yes."

When Lin Xiuyuan arrived, Luo Zonglan didn't even look at him, and was extremely indifferent, as if there were no guests around, he opened the door.

With a soft "drop", the heavy iron door slowly opened.

Sensing someone entering, the red low light automatically lights up, and more than 30 spotless tempered glass enclosures emerge from the darkness.

Under each glass cover is a sculpture, which is placed upright in the collection cabinet. When the light shines, it looks like a Buddha statue enshrined in a shrine.

All are Xiao Yanru's works.

Luo Zonglan approached a display cabinet next to him, unexpectedly, his pale gray eyes lit up, looking sick and paranoid.

Lin Xiuyuan was also quietly watching.

When we met for the first time, there was no greetings, no politeness, no even eye contact, but admiring the works they both loved in tacit silence.

Lin Xiuyuan spoke first to break the silence: "Director Luo, have you met Xiao Yanru?"

"No, no."

Lin Xiuyuan was surprised.

Luo Zonglan's family background is prominent, and she has outstanding talent. It is not enough to say that she is obsessed with Xiao Yanru's works, but she can't even see her.

"Not at all?"

"No."

Lin Xiuyuan thought for a while, and took out a photo: "Then have you seen this person?"

The focus of the photo was out of focus, Xiao Yan's face was blurred, and he turned his head to look at Fei Jiu on his shoulder.

It was the one secretly taken by Lin Xiuyuan.

Luo Zonglan's eyes flickered, and he returned to confusion: "I haven't seen him, but he seems to have known him before."

"I see..." Lin Xiuyuan nodded thoughtfully, and continued, "I still have a piece of sculpture that I would like to invite you to appreciate."

Lin Xiuyuan opened his hand, and in his palm were six red strings carved from tree roots.

The author says:

Xiao Yan: face to face ntr

Chong Li (taking out a small notebook): Write it all down, hum!

I was catching a plane yesterday, so I didn't have time to write, so I bow to the cuties 0w0

There is another update at nine o'clock in the evening, to make up for yesterday's work.