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Yan Haian and Sun Yan were fed up with each other the first time they met, but one had scruples and the other had a purpose, so they could only hold their noses and beat each other.

Sun Yan: hum, make yourself smart.

Yan Haian: Oh, put on airs.

Mo Yisheng:. You two calm down.

In fact, this is such a story, Qi á ng thieves took a fancy to the princess in the tower and the evil of the guards.

It's right.

Sun Yan: have you ever seen fairy tales? Is that called Qi á ng theft? Huh? It's called a prince.

Yan Haian: who is the dragon?

Mo Yisheng:. I'm a princess?

Content tag: urban Q í ng predestined to rejoice in the ene's inspirational life made by heaven.

Protagonists: Yan Haian, Sun Yanyan supporting roles: Mo Yisheng, Sun Ling, Li Qing and others: a, B, C, D

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Chapter 1 meeting

At the beginning of city B, there was no temperature, as always, the temperature fluctuated up and down xing without giving an accurate number, and the people on the street were caught in the situation of dressing indiscriminately.

"Congrats." Yan Haian signed his name, handed a bunch of blue hydrangeas to Li Qing in an open-shoulder skirt and complimented, "it's a nice place."

Li Qing took it in one hand and hugged him with a hot Q í ng, and the faint perfume of the two mingled with each other, creating a frivolous sense of intimacy.

"Thank you for coming." her nearly 40-year-old face glowed with no blemish and exudes the female xing charm woven by nature and the years. She smiled at the people behind them: "Yi Sheng?" How's the new painting going? "

Mo Yisheng was still looking around, with pure curiosity in his eyes. When he heard Li Qing's question, he turned his head and said, "it's just been conceived."

"take your time." Li Qing smiled like a real Q í ng and invited them into the gate. "I hung Yi Sheng's painting in a conspicuous place, and I could see it as soon as she went in." Help yourself. I'll get back to you later. "

This is obviously just a polite remark. No matter how many people come today, she, the gallery owner, is the real protagonist. Yan Hai'an understands that she must be very busy and wisely said, "then let's go in first."

Li Qing's new gallery is quiet in the midst of hustle and bustle, choosing the top floor of an upscale commercial center in the city, accounting for half of the floor. The entire gallery has a zigzag pattern, with high ceilings and bright lights, and has been decorated as close as possible to the public gallery. But too xing cold decoration shows a sense of high-end, but coupled with the temperature is not properly adjusted air conditioning, on the contrary, it makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

By this time, a lot of people had arrived, but the thick carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps, and the newcomers refused to lose their identity, and the gallery did not seem too noisy.

Mo Yisheng, who was still a little anxious, calmed down and looked carefully at the various paintings on the wall, each with detailed information, including the name, author and size. Yan Haian paid more attention to the crowd. Li Qing's connections in this province are very strong. Many of the people who come here today are famous painters, and those who even have associations can be regarded as saving face in the industry.

There is only one picture hanging on the snow-white wall of the corridor. The dark background and light-colored characters highlight the perfect balance of the picture. The xing lines flexibly separate the color blocks and contours, sketching out a bust of a teenager. The posture and appearance are as beautiful as those from Greek mythology, with round and white one-sided shoulders. He was staring at everyone who admired him with a trace of curiosity in his deep but clean eyes.

The label on the painting says the author: Mo Yisheng.

Mo Yisheng walked by without looking at it, but Yan Haian stopped and looked at it carefully.

After two steps to see that people didn't follow, Mo Yisheng turned back and said helplessly and doubtfully, "Why haven't you seen enough?"

Yan Haian watched the whole process from the beginning of the sketch to the completion of the finished product. He probably knew no less about the details of the painting than the author himself. Mo Yisheng really couldn't figure out what else to see.

Hearing the speech, Yan Haian turned his head and smiled, "I like your painting."

Although my good friend is not rigid, he is more or less serious in life, and rarely laughs. When he smiled, Mo Yisheng laughed as if he were infected: "you have said it many times."

The sound of vibration escaped from his pocket. Yan Haian took out the phone and went to the place where there were few people: "Hello?" Yes, I see. I was supposed to call you these days. Are you free next Friday? OK, then make an appointment at that time. "

In the first two years, Mo Yisheng's paintings could not be sold at a high price. in order to make ends meet, the two opened a crash studio, and the rent was renewed once a year. However, Mo Yisheng didn't have to cao anything except to bring it out of class. He gave it all to Yan Haian to deal with.

After answering the phone succinctly, Yan Haian turned around and found with a sharp eye that there were several more people next to Mo Yisheng, only Li Qing knew him, and the others were strangers.

He walked over quickly and happened to hear Li Qing introduce: "this is Boss Sun Yan Sun."

The man she introduced laughed abruptly, interrupting her to say to Mo Yisheng, "what kind of boss is a loafer? just call me Sun Yan."

Sun Yan is the tallest of the four, a bit taller than Yan Haian, who is 1.76 meters. he has thin cheeks and bright eyebrows, and is an orthodox Asian appearance, but his facial features are deeper than ordinary people, especially with a straight nose, towering and beautiful.

Even Li Qing was by his side, and his status was not ordinary. There was no doubt that such a man was conspicuous, and he was modest and seemed to know his advantages, and although he smiled politely, he always looked a little cynical.

Yan Haian went up to them and said hello to everyone. The other person is Xu Ke. Yan Haian has seen it in Li Qing's previous gallery and is also a new painter, but his paintings are not as pleasing to the eye as he looks, and there is too much craftsmanship. Li Qing has never paid much attention to him. Today, however, there is a still life of Xu Ke hanging on the wall of the new gallery. Yan Haian was just wondering, and now I can see that Xu Ke should have followed Sun Yan.

Xu Ke himself is self-aware and is very polite to everyone. Sun Yan's eyes just swept away from Yan Haian, as if he were just an object not worth paying attention to, and then returned to Mo Yisheng: "is this painting on the wall Yi Sheng?"

Yan Haian frowned slightly.

Sun Yan, he has heard of this name. after all, if you want to mix in the art circle of City B, you always have to know the Q í ng situation of the circle here. The Suns started out in real estate and ranked no farther than the bottom of the list of the richest. Sun Yan has an eldest brother, who is now in charge of the Sun family. He himself is famous in the circle for having fun, being cold, and eating both men and women.

In Yan Haian's view, four words are enough to describe: dude.

I really didn't expect to see a real person here today. to be honest, Sun Yan is much longer than Yan Haian imagined, but this still does not change his image in Yan Haian's eyes.

This kind of person will only bring endless trouble, Yan Haian absolutely does not want to let Mo Yisheng fight with him.

Li Qing winked best and immediately said, "Yi Sheng's painting is very contagious and very popular. Many people have inquired about this painting. Mr. Sun is also interested?"

Sun Yan smiled and made no secret of his appreciation of Mo Yisheng: "the painting is like a human being."

Then he looked back and forth between the painting and Mo Yisheng and added, "it's beautiful."

It's strange to describe a man as beautiful, but Mo Yisheng can afford it. He is addicted to painting, quite a little unworldly, that kind of almost innocent temperament in the perfect facial features played the finishing touch, this beauty sometimes even blurred xing, so that he can always turn into a clear stream in the crowd, eye-catching.

He stood in front of the painting, opposite the young pastoral boy, and the beauty that echoed each other was impressive.

Mo Yisheng was a little confused, which made him look more clean. In the end, he only regarded Sun Yan as praising him and said hesitantly, "Thank you."

Xu Ke, who was completely ignored, kept silent from beginning to end, looked at Mo Yisheng quietly, and then smiled at Sun Yan.

Yan Haian felt a moment of upset.

With an inexplicable smile, Sun Yan said to Li Qing, "I'll take this painting." Does Yi Sheng have any other works? "

Inadvertently, it led to a deal. Although Mo Yisheng's beautiful paintings that are so beautiful and can be understood by people have always been sold, Li Qing is still very happy: "they have been sold. If Mr. Sun likes it, he can take a look at other similar styles."

Sun Yan said, "it is really popular."

He turned to Mo Yisheng: "it's a pity that I know you too late. Could you let me know when the next painting comes out?"

It's always nice to be appreciated and valued, and Mo Yisheng has a very good impression of this Mr. Sun: "then you'll have to wait a while. I'm just getting started."

"it doesn't matter, it's worth the wait." Sun Yan raised his eyebrow and said with a smile, "but I'm curious about what theme you're going to paint in your next painting. Have you already conceived it?"

Mo Yisheng, who likes to talk to people about painting, immediately opened the chatterbox: "it's a story in Greek mythology." I want to draw a series. "

Yan Haian, who watched silently, took a deep breath secretly, trying not to frown more tightly. Although he makes up his mind about everything between the two people, he never hinders the ji flow of Mo Yisheng and others outside. Mo Yisheng doesn't care about this, but he can't help thinking about it. He doesn't want others to think that Mo Yisheng is under control.