This painting is very different from Mo Yisheng's previous style, full of uneasy hints, but more intense.

Originally, Mo Yisheng insisted on painting Yan Haian, but Yan Haian really did not want to be a model for Mo Yisheng, and he flatly refused after the other party had been grinding for a long time.

This made Mo Yisheng very sad and ignored Yan Haian for more time than ever before. For the first time, Yan Haian did not know how to coax Mo Yisheng, because this time he was not thinking about Mo Yisheng, but for Sun Yan.

Sun Yan was taboo about Mo Yisheng. If Yan Haian reappeared in his writings, he would have to quarrel with himself again. In addition, Yan Haian has no time. He has something to draw himself.

It was this long cold war that dimmed something important between Mo Yisheng and Yan Haian.

"well, you can put on the varnish after you dry it." Mo Yisheng seemed to use all his strength and spoke a little feebly. His eyes scanned every texture on the drawing board, and a strange trace of melancholy and doubt appeared on his face.

Yan Haian's hand pressed on his shoulder: "when you're done, you can rest for a while."

Mo Yisheng did not react too much. He simply said yes, and he was very perfunctory, quite feeling that he did not take him to heart.

Yan Haian has to admit that since he and Sun Yan began to fall in love, he and Mo Yisheng have lost a close relationship, perhaps gratitude, appreciation, or even commendable understanding, which makes their friendship more different than ordinary friendship.

But whatever it was, they gradually alienated in their respective choices, no longer the original purity and excitement d à ng. Yan Haian did it on purpose, while Mo Yisheng unwittingly reacted to his behavior.

However, don't know if Mo Yisheng is used to relying on others. He always has to find a clean sustenance in the sense of Q í ng. After Yan Haian left, he naturally became better with he Ling.

Yan Haian has said several times that he has always had a bad impression of he Ling. In frequent contact, he always feels that this person is too greasy and does not have the temperament of a painter. But Mo Yisheng reacted more and more to this, and on one occasion he even said directly, "you go and take care of Sun Yan!" Leave me alone. "

The angry words of childish grievances left Yan Haian speechless.

The quiet in the air is a little awkward, which is the Q í ng situation that has never been seen before. Yan Haian sighed silently: "there is one thing I have to apply for with you. I will ask for some time off."

Mo Yisheng turned his head, and his eyes were still glued to the painting: "what are you going to do?"

Yan Haian said: "Sun Yan's birthday is coming, so we agreed to travel with him."

"Oh. No wonder, "Mo Yisheng turned his head." is that your painting for his birthday? "

At the other end of the studio, there is also an easel with a picture on it, which has just been polished and looks brand new. Yan Haian said awkwardly, "well, I don't know what to send."... "

"all right, you go." Mo Yisheng is still a little unhappy. "it's so fun. how long will it take?"

Speaking of this, Yan Haian was a little embarrassed. He said, "I may not wait for you to bring up ji roomo to sign up, but I will get all the materials ready. All I have to do is go there."

Mo Yisheng wriggled in his chair like a child who couldn't get a Christmas present: "Don't worry about this. He Ling and I have agreed that he will help." Let's go. Let's go. Leave early. I also want to travel on my birthday, alas. "

Yan Haian smiled: "Yes, go out and have a look and collect customs."

"it's no fun to be alone." Mo Yisheng glanced at Yan Haian and shook his head. "forget it. I'll ask he Ling if he is free."

He Ling.

Yan Haian frowned and said, "I'll let Su Yin come over. He is the most reassuring."

"Don't call anyone over again, you don't bother to bother others." Mo Yisheng stretched, moved himself to the sofa and squinted comfortably. "that's it, remember to bring me a present."

The size of the oil painting plus the frame is 46x38, which is not convenient to go abroad, so Yan Haian had to give it to Sun Yan before.

He painted twice in his life to give it away, and strangely enough, both paintings were given to the same person.

Because he told Sun Yan in advance, Sun Yan went home early and hurriedly asked, "did you talk to Mo Yisheng about tomorrow's plane?"

"Uh, uh-huh." Yan Haian sat on the sofa with a wrapped picture on her lap. "that."

Sun Yan sat askew beside him: "what is this?"

With that, he thought of something, a look of disgust: "Mo Yisheng's painting?" Why did you bring it home? "

"No, open it." Yan Haian handed it to him. Sun Yan pressed one eyebrow and rudely tore open the paper outside as a protection: "why is Gambin so garrulous?"

That is a bust, the man is probably standing on the balcony, behind the shadow is the night garden plants, the balcony curtain tied to one side, the lower part is slightly raised by the wind chu, occupying the corner of the picture, the white paint well highlights the transparent effect of the cloth, probably because of this, the whole scene has a light atmosphere, making the picture smart and poetic.

The protagonist in the painting is smoking. don't know if the corner of his mouth is smiling, or is it just a small arc of smoke, which softens his resolute face anyway. His eyes looked down to the left, which was an act of memory.

Even the layman can see the l à ng atmosphere shown in this painting.

Yan Haian did not think too much when he was painting, but now he is re-examined in the hands of the parties and suddenly feels particularly ashamed.

Restraining his desire to escape, Qi á ng said in a calm and relaxed tone, "your birthday present is inconvenient to take away, so I gave it to you in advance."

Sun Yan's watch Q í ng was so colorful that he looked at it for five minutes before he unexpectedly turned his head and asked, "is that me?"

Don't say it. feel even more ashamed.

Yan Haian coughed twice, but not enough, and coughed twice more: "Yes, here you go."

Sun Yan asked again, "did you draw it?"

Without waiting for Yan Haian to be sure, he said to himself, "Yes, you drew it."

Then he looked at the painting quietly, while Yan Haian peered nervously at his side face.

He opened the corners of his lips, the smile was satisfied, but his brow was a little frowned, as if he didn't know what to do with delight: "it's beautiful. I mean, you draw very well."

The words were spoken quickly and smoothly, as if the words had slipped naturally from the tip of the tongue and from the bottom of the heart.

Yan Haian saw a pleasant light in Sun Yan's eyes, which finally slowed down the pulse in his veins and was no longer fast enough to make him uncomfortable: "really, as long as you like it."... "

Sun Yan suddenly turned his head and asked curiously and expectantly, "am I like this in your eyes?"

Painting is creation, it has a great subjective xing, what the author sees and thinks will be shown in every line, under every light and shadow, there is no hidden form.

Yan Haian felt undisguised embarrassment. He dared not look at Sun Yan, but he wanted to see him again, so he had to focus on the painting.

Is this who I think he is?

Yan Haian did not sketch according to Sun Yan, not even a photo. It all depends on memory. Even though he is already very familiar with the outline of Sun Yan's face, the people in his works have changed to a certain extent compared with the real person, warmer Q í ng, softer, and even full of love.

He had not started writing for a long time, and his lines were not as familiar as he was then, but his ability of understanding and composition was much better than that of high school. This painting was much more plump than that tree, just like himself, no younger than he was then, nor pure as he was then, but the years made him mature.

When he was a teenager, he was young and vigorous, and if he had five points of love, he would show off and wish the whole world would know. Now, if you have a lot of love, you have to give it up from the bottom of your heart. No one dares to tell it, sometimes even yourself.

In the face of this painting, no amount of concealment can be hidden, because everything in the painting is not so much the external expression of Sun Yan and captured by Yan Haian, it is said that Yan Haian gave his feelings to Sun Yan.

Yan Haian was persuaded by the painting. He turned his head and looked at Sun Yan.

He felt the movement of his lips and thought it was probably a smile: "Yes, this is the you I love."

Sun Yan held the picture frame in one hand and did not make any verbal response to it. Instead, he kissed it gently, softer than ever before, like a lion touching a blooming rose with its nose, with unspeakable love and pity.

They are like travelers walking alone in the night, who can pass by because of countless amazing coincidences. when they stumble, they can only flash a lone lamp close at hand, and finally have such a look at each other.

Chapter 40 Tourism [catching insects]

From city B to Paris, it takes ten and a half hours to get there on the 2pm plane. Soon after Sun Yan got on the plane, he began to sleep with a blindfold on. He had long legs and played Qi á ng straight in the first class cabin. Yan Haian was flipping through a magazine with a special column introducing French scenic spots.

It was not easy to get off the plane. At 6: 00 a.m. local time, Yan Haian was very sleepy and was pulled out by Sun Yan, the slightly better god of j ng.

They came out this time without any assistants, just for two, but the people from the winery had already come and waited. As soon as they left the airport, they quickly picked them up and sent them to the nearest hotel.

I was so tired after flying for such a long time that no one was in the mood for anything else and fell asleep with my head in my arms. Yan Haian didn't get up until noon the next day. Sun Yan was used to jet lag. Jennig looked very sufficient. He took Yan Haian to have a big French meal and took a bus to catch the plane.