Sun Yan lifted his thigh and asked him to pull off his underwear and put it on: "then why don't you go now?"

He stretched himself on Chu á ng, and his obvious muscles were pulled out of smooth lines. it was really a beautiful male body. Yan Haian inadvertently glanced back and forth on it.

Sun Yanxia Chu á ng went to the window, pulled up the curtains a little, and it was a little brighter: "the weather looks good today. Let's run outside."

With that, Sun Yan remembered that Yan Haian also seems to have the habit of running in the morning: "Why don't you join us?" Have breakfast before you leave after running. "

Yan Haian got off Chu á ng, facing Sun Yan on his side, tall and straight, as straight as a bamboo in the sky, it was hard not to be loved: "No clothes, no shoes, lu running?"

"wear mine. I remember there seemed to be. " Sun Yan sniffed, casually wrapped up his pajamas, and went out to wake Xu Hong.

"Don't bother!" Yan Haian didn't have time to stop him, and lu couldn't chase him out. After waiting for half an hour, Sun Yan came back with something: "Hey, the size sent from the store is too small to put on."

There are several brand stores that regularly send things for the brothers to wear, some of which are inappropriate. Sun Yan and Sun Ling don't bother to return, and they don't care. Xu Hong feels that the lame ng fee is received from the storage room, and she didn't expect to be able to use it.

At this point, Yan Haian has also been replaced. Sun Yanren is tall and has long legs. Even if the yardage is small, it is a bit long on Yan Hai. Sun Yan went into the cloakroom and changed his clothes, swept him from beginning to end, squatted down and rolled up his trouser legs for him: "pretty much, let's go."

Fortunately, the shoes were quite suitable, so the two of them trotted when they went out. Sun Yan did not deliberately hold down the pace, he always felt that Yan Haian could keep up. Sure enough, the two kept the same speed and ran around the community for more than half an hour.

There are occasional dog walkers and runners on the road, generally speaking very quiet, quietly running in the fresh air full of vitality in the morning, and even better, there is someone side by side with you, even if they do not talk, that kind of companionship is also very existent.

Did Sun Yan take a look at Yan Haian, dressed in a light gray tracksuit, his eyes fixed in front of him, unshaken at all. At first glance, he felt that Mo Yi was clean, but in fact Yan Hai'an was also clean, with clear eyes and bright eyes, different from Mo Yisheng's kind of glass-like penetration inside and outside, but with a cold sense of inaccessibility.

Sun Yan knows that his interest in Yan Haian is a little too much. This awareness gave him some chest tightness, he needed fun friends, he needed proper Chu á ng companions, he needed stimulation, he needed to vent.

But he doesn't need to know.

But the reality is that he is getting to know Yan Haian, and he is deliberately letting Yan Haian know himself. It was a hunch that was hard to tell, as if there was an irresistible force pulling the lives of the two, trying to crumple them into a ball.

Sun Yan's fear flashed from the bottom of his heart, so light and fast that he could not even admit it.

Because they got up so early that it was not even seven o'clock when they ran back, Xu Hong prepared Rice Congee for them, accompanied by a few dishes and a few handmade steamed buns. Each person has a plate of truffle fried eggs, black crumbs sprinkled on Golden Hu á ng's sun eggs, taste very strong fragrance.

Sun Yan remembered one thing: "can you repair the painting there?"

"repair? What is it? " Yan Hai'an shook his head without waiting for him to answer. "this requires a special restorator, and ordinary painters are not competent."

"it's not an antique." Sun Yan finished his last mouthful of porridge, "it's a painting I used to buy on the street." Obviously I haven't touched it much, but why is it cracked? "

"did you buy it on the street? Are you sure it's an oil painting? " When he saw Sun Yan nodded, he thought that he had bought oil paintings seriously, so that he could not tell them apart. Yan Haian said conveniently, "in fact, oil paintings as a work of art will decay by themselves. If the base material is not painted well, or if the varnish is not good, the preservation time will be greatly shortened. How long have you been buying it? "

Sun Yan made a rough calculation: "9 years?" Or 10 years? I can't remember. "

Yan Haian said understandingly, "No wonder it took so long."

Sun Yan said, "anyway, take a look at it first." No, you can help me find another professional. "

Presumably the small painting on the street is not a good thing, it can be preserved so far, and now it takes a lot of trouble to find someone to repair it. It seems that this person likes this painting very much.

Yan Haian could not help but feel a trace of interest. After breakfast, he went upstairs and went back to Sun Yan's room.

"I hung it there before." Sun Yan pointed to the wall of chu á ng's head. "now put it away." I didn't have this consciousness before. "

He laughed at himself and took out a drawing board wrapped in several layers from the wardrobe. Yan Haian knows at a glance that it is a standard size, either 33-22 or 35-24.

The painting was solved. This is a less distinctive landscape painting. Probably everyone who learns to draw has painted such a painting. The only slight difference is that this painting follows the path of impressionism, and the main body is a tree. The mottled appearance of the sun completely complied with what the author had seen at that time, and it must have been a good day on the day of sketching, because the whole painting was filled with gold. A vibrant world is paired with thriving trees.

Yan Haian frowned and became more and more familiar with the painting.

Sun Yan carefully handed him the painting: "you see, the gu here is cracked."

Yan Haian held it in his hand and a mallet was knocked off his head. He could not even control his face and his eyes and mouth widened together.

Sun Yan felt something wrong. Seeing that he was as stiff as holding down the pause button, he snapped his fingers strangely in front of him: "what's the matter?"

". This is what I drew. " Yan Haian's fingers stroked on the screen and turned to take a closer look at the lower right corner. The thin line cut by many small cracks f è ng sure enough traced a freehand character Ann.

In his third year of high school, training, picture frame, classroom full of paint and turpentine smell, he can even think of Q í ng when he was painting and his regret and remorse when the painting was stolen.

Time flies, that teenager is already ten years ago.

Yan Haian almost looked up and asked, "Why do you have this painting?"

He couldn't seem to believe the coincidences and could not help repeating: "Why do you have this painting?"

"I bought it." Sun Yan was stupefied when he finished.

With the same disbelief, he asked, "how could you have painted this painting?"

Sun Yan was shocked, and there was an unspeakable feeling and suddenly. He came across the painting at the time when he most blamed himself, and looked at it for peace when he wavered later. He had thought countless times about what kind of person this painting full of joy and hope would be, but he knew that he would never know who that person was.

And today, he saw.

The two of them looked at each other incredibly, and they didn't know each other at that time, but they already had a connection in such an extreme coincidence.

In an instant, the fate of a sudden King's Landing in ordinary life is shocking. The overwhelming Q í ng has washed away the soul, so complex and huge that it seems too late to taste it. But it did take something away and bring something.

Then everything was a little different.

"this painting." Urged by a subtle atmosphere in the air, Sun Yan coughed twice and felt what he should say, but realized that he had shown his love for the painting to Yan Haian, and even the man who had never pinched with Chu á ng suddenly felt a little upset, "Oh, it's a good painting." When you drew this picture, you must have had a good heart for Q í ng? "

It's not just good, it's really good.

Yan Haian looked down at the painting and said slowly, "I was in a hurry at that time. I put varnish on it before the paint was transparent." So you see, the picture is a little foggy. "

He will not deny Sun Yan's evaluation, to be fair, of all his works, this painting is definitely the best, and the good ones are not like those painted by an untalented man like him.

All because wanted to give it to that person.

With the sweetness and longing of his first love, he completely integrated his feelings Q í ng into this canvas.

It is the unscrupulous love Q í ng of a teenager that gives this painting an incomparable spiritual xing.

Chapter 23 three values

But even if Yan Haian was the original author, he could not save such a painting. Sun Yan said it doesn't matter, he will find another professional to do the repair.

Yan Haian said with a smile, "you may be the first person to look for repairs for the stalls."

Sun Yan just smiled and didn't say much. He was a little embarrassed to say too much about the painting in front of Yan Haian.

He is a young man in the Sun family. When will he be embarrassed?

If he doesn't say much, Yan Haian won't say much.

It is not the same thing for the two to be so haunted. When Sun Yan saw that the time was almost up, he said, "Let's send you back."

It was the first time that he had taken the initiative to send Yan Haian home in the morning, and Yan Haian was just a meal and did not refuse. After such a move, the atmosphere between the two was always a little strange, with an inexplicable embarrassment.

After driving all the way in silence, Yan Haian got out of the car downstairs of the studio.

Sun Yan suddenly said to him, "are you really not going to continue painting?"

"I really have no talent." It is difficult to admit that he has no talent, but Yan Haian has long passed that entangled period. He smiled calmly. "painting is something that practice makes perfect. Without talent, there is no talent, and you can't encourage Qi á ng."

He can also, like many people, eat the rice of a professional painter in Qi á ng. As long as he knows how to drill, he can live with those who stutter. But what's the point of that? Yan Haian disdains to do so.