Yan Haian said in a trance: "there may be no other difference between xing in Yi Sheng's mind. What he likes is pure things."

"Pure?" Sun Yan repeated the sentence playfully and asked, "you like it, too, don't you?"

"I prefer him to find a girl." Yan Haian did not answer his question and took care of his own tunnel. "it will be smoother this way."

Sun Yan propped his elbows on the patio, turned sideways and faced his side face: "Oh?" You really think of yourself as his mother. What about you? "

Yan Haian was silent for a moment. He did not know why he had such a conversation with Sun Yan, which was far beyond his psychological safety.

Maybe he has been holding it for too long and is too tired to hide his negativity and pretend to be a positive person. Or maybe the moonlight is too dark tonight, the crowd is too far away, and the smell of cigarettes separates the reality, making it look like an informal dream.

How incredible, it was only at this moment that he could feel that he and Sun Yan were facing something the same. There was a fault in the bottom of his heart. At that time, the echo d à ng was in his chest, which is still not gone. He keeps letting himself get used to it, and today, many years later, he can't live with him in peace.

Yan Haian reached out his hand, Sun Yan only paused and handed him half a cigarette in his hand. It was an indescribable tacit understanding, even frightening. In completely different people to grasp some of the same points, the numbness watered by the world may not be able to collide with the spark of bosom friends, but enough for them to enjoy a short period of companionship.

Yan Haian took a sip, and the smell of nicotine filled the chest: "I will probably find someone who is not serious, fall in love with someone who is not serious, and then do not take it seriously."

He smiled at Sun Yan as if he were drunk.

The warm wind chu made people feel a little bug move foolishly, but when he looked down and looked up, the atmosphere suddenly changed and became ambiguous and l à ng began to spread.

Sun Yan suddenly said, "you painted those pictures, right?"

In the gorgeous colors, the abrupt black spot, with out-of-place self-knowledge, gradually faded away in different scenes, and the twisted loneliness almost tore the canvas, but kept smearing blurred with the next color, pretending that nothing had happened.

Yan Haian silently let Sun Yan take back his cigarette and continue to smoke, and then whispered, "it's not for sale to find the author." I didn't think you really liked painting. I thought it was all an excuse. "

"you can't say that." Sun Yan casually said, "when I first returned to China, I liked to wander around. I once bought a painting by the side of the road, and I liked it, but I was interested in it for a period of time, but up to now, I still don't understand a lot of paintings. I still don't understand you artists most of the time."

After smoking a cigarette together, the two walked back to the party, leaving the smoke and Q í ngxu on the patio.

Chapter 15 play with your life

With regard to this exhibition, the industry gave high comments and good social feedback. Mo Yisheng really became the most popular one with the 700000 of the newlyweds' price. In addition to the special recommendation from Li Qing, a print media that has always had a good relationship with her also conducted an exclusive interview with him.

It is conceivable that the price of his paintings will naturally rise.

"I won't join any association."

Mo Yisheng and Yan Haian wrapped up the painting for Sun Yan together. He has been chasing this pair of "triumphant returns" since the completion of the Sun Curtain, and the dark circles under his eyes have not been eliminated. His skin is fair, so it is obvious that he is very distressed by Yan Haian.

Knowing that this would be the result, Yan Hai appeased, "Let's talk about it later." You have a good rest these days and don't think about anything. "

Mo Yisheng Qi á ng said: "you tell Sister Li that I don't want to join any association and ask her to stop talking."

Li Qing found Yan Haian before, and Wang Yuhu opened his mouth, saying that Mo Yisheng was a good boy and was willing to be his reference and let him join the Oil painting Association. There is no doubt that it is a good thing that the president of the association personally guarantees it. The only thing the two men were worried about was that Mo Yisheng, a stubborn donkey, was going to lose face.

Yan Haian got an expected answer, knowing that the matter was not urgent, so he no longer argued with Mo Yisheng, took people into the car, and was ready to send Mo Yisheng home.

The little sister asked, "the boss is going out?"

The flowers on the front desk slowly decreased, because someone no longer sent flowers from time to time, and finally became the original appearance.

Yan Haian promised, "well, I'll be right back. You can get off work first."

Mo Yisheng's house is very close to here, a simple set of three, at first he and his mother lived, now the other bedroom is Yan Haian, there is also a storeroom.

To say that Mo Yisheng's mother, Li Weiwei, was also a strange girl, she divorced Mr. Mo in primary school because there was no love Q í ng between the couple. When she took Mo Yisheng to college, she found a home on an overseas Chinese and emigrated to the United States without hesitation.

Mo Yisheng has always been very supportive of Li Weiwei's pursuit of true love, like mother, like son, xing.

At this time, Mo Yisheng is also tired, nothing light, sleepy up, regardless of just want to lie Chu á ng. Yan Haian urged him to finish washing before letting everyone go back to Chu á ng. Mo Yisheng rolled over Chu á ng, rolled up his blanket and turned his back to Yan Haian. He felt that he had fallen asleep in less than ten seconds.

Yan Haian did not disturb him, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, tucked in the edges of the blanket, turned off the lights and left.

Who knows Mo Yisheng woke up and said, "contact Sun Yan. He's in a hurry to get the painting."... "

"well, I see." Yan Haian gently pulled the door and said, "have a rest."

Mo Yisheng had a rest, but Yan Haian himself had to go back to the studio to play a game.

To take care of Mo Yisheng himself, but also to take care of the operation of the studio, but also to be a qualified agent, in fact, he is also very tired, fortunately now the income is good.

How do you say it in Wang Yuhu?

Oh, I'm so tired.

After smoking a cigarette in the car, Yan Haian rubbed his forehead and wanted to have a drink again, but he was not interested at the thought of Li Xi's face. It seems that we can only choose another place in the future, but it's a pity.

He lit another cigarette, holding it in one hand and flipping through the messages on his mobile phone with the other, remembering Sun Yan's painting.

It's after ten o'clock now. A phone call will definitely not disturb Sun Yan, right?

Finding a reasonable reason, Yan Haian threw away half a cigarette and dialed Sun Yan's phone.

This call was saved from Mo Yisheng's mobile phone just in case, but his phone should not be saved by the other party. I wonder if Boss Sun has the habit of not answering strange calls.

Sun Yan smiled before saying a word: "Qiqi, why did you call me?"

Yan Haian was stupefied. When did Sun Yan have his phone number?

His strangeness is only a matter of the moment, after all, it is not an important key, to the point: "your painting has been drawn on the side of Yi Sheng. When will it be convenient to send it to you?"

"Oh." Sun Yan seemed to forget it, and then picked it up after a pause. "that painting, can you come here before 11:00?"

Yan Haian looked at the watch on the sight car. At 10:20, don't know where Sun Yan was. might not be able to catch up with him once went there.

Sun Yan listened to him not talking for a long time, and then said, "forget it. Anything before 11:30 will do."

"I think so." While answering the phone, Yan Haian pulled the seat belt and fastened it. "I'll go back to the studio to get the painting. What's your address?"

Sun Yan said: "add a Wechat, this is the phone number." I'll send you the address. "

"all right." Yan Haian hung up his cell phone and added Sun Yan's friend, who quickly passed and sent a shared address without delay. He estimated that the road was fine at this time, and it might be only about 40 minutes from the studio, so he could make it.

The villa area where Sun Yan lives is famous in B City, and Yan Haian Navigation can guide it even if it does not share the location. After spending three minutes with the security guard at the gate, Yan Haian came in. In such an inch of land, there is still a considerable distance between the single-family villas here, and his small Buick worth only 100,000 yuan feels out of place in this park.

Driving to the end of the navigation, Yan Haian carefully took out the painting from the back seat, went up the steps and rang the doorbell. It took half a minute for someone to answer the door.

Probably a babysitter, invited him in. There was also a babysitter cleaning in the hall. Sun Yan came down the stairs while tidying up his neckline. "coming?"

He raised his wrist: "it's pretty accurate." Why, isn't this a small picture? "

Sun Yan went back to Mo Yisheng. At that time, the painting was on the easel. He stayed there for a long time. don't know what he was looking at. Was Mo Yisheng's ass?

Yan Haian turned black and asked, "where do you put this painting?"

"as soon as." Sun Yan swallowed back his words and turned around with a long note. "Auntie Hong, help me put it in the guest room first."

It's supposed to be in the basement. Last time, Mo Yisheng's 700000 painting was lying there quietly. The cheapest ones on their walls were auctioned back by Sun Ling from England, worth more than 20 million yuan. But in front of Yan Haian, Sun Yan was a little unspeakable.

Xu Hong and Ling Li worked together to move the painting away.

Yan Haian watched them go upstairs and said to Sun Yan, "then I'll go first."

Sun Yan asked, "what are you going to do later?"

"No." Yan Haian said strangely, "what's the matter?"

Sun Yan was also surprised by his own question. He frowned strangely for a moment, lowered his eyes, and then looked up at Yan Haian. He wanted to say no, but he was a little reluctant to give up.