Ex-husband begged me to remarry after feigning death

The next day, Duan Xingzhe drove himself and took Gu Qianran to his studio.

It was an old-fashioned old building, and the corridors were full of paintings of different styles, most of which were by Duan Xingzhe.

"I'm good at drawing figures. In fact, I also like to study figures. I met this girl when I was collecting folk songs in Portugal. She actually only has one leg, but she still lives gracefully and splendidly."

Seeing Gu Qianran standing in front of a painting, Duan Xingzhe stopped to explain to her.

Gu Qianran was attracted by the light in the girl's eyes. After seeing a few paintings, she suddenly discovered that Duan Xingzhe was not only good at drawing figures, but also very good at drawing women, especially women's eyes.

"She was a woman captured during the war. When I saw her, she was living alone in a cave dwelling, with no one around but herself."

There is a story behind each of his paintings. Gu Qianran didn't know whether she was attracted by his paintings or those vivid stories, and suddenly envied his life.

"You often go around and sketch from nature, don't you?"

She sat on the chair that Duan Xingzhe had prepared for her a long time ago.

Duan Xingzhe set up the easel and nodded.

"I have lived in one place for a long time, and I like to go out for a walk. The people in my life have given me a lot of inspiration. I think they also hope to show their untold stories through my paintings."

One sentence made Gu Qianran's nose a little sour.

She could tell that Duan Xingzhe was a very sensitive person. He respected everyone's stories and their lives. He didn't intend to change anyone, but he wanted to understand the people around him with the greatest kindness.

Sitting opposite Duan Xingzhe, listening to soothing music and looking at the endless snow scene outside the window, Gu Qianran suddenly felt calmer than ever before.

She suddenly forgot all the resentment, and also ignored the unsatisfactory moment, but was very grateful for the quiet years.

"When I was young, I often thought that when I was older, I would find a mountain, build a house, raise a dog, grow a piece of land, be self-sufficient, chat with everyone around me, and help them record a beautiful story. "

Duan Xingzhe is not talkative, but every time he speaks, he can successfully express Gu Qianran's innermost feelings, which deeply resonates with her.

She also had this idea, had the dream of retreating to the mountains and forests.

"But now, as I get older, I am no longer that indifferent teenager. I know that some responsibilities must be shouldered, so I don't dream anymore. However, I still like to walk around and make friends with different people. "

Gu Qianran nodded seriously, and almost said that I also want to go out for a walk.

But thinking of the lonely men and widows in the room, the implication of this sentence seemed too strong, so she could only nod slightly and hold back.

"Do you want to draw too? I can teach you."

Duan Xingzhe accurately captured the impulse in Gu Qianran's eyes.

He stopped suddenly, ran out quickly, and came back with a picture book a few minutes later: "You can take a look at this one first, and copy whichever one you like. I can teach you. You are so smart, you will definitely learn it quickly." meeting."

His compliments are always extraordinarily sincere and comfortable to listen to.

"I often say that learning to draw is equivalent to learning a language, a language that does not need a language, a language that can communicate with people across countries and nations, and that is a very magical thing."

When talking about what he is best at, Duan Xingzhe is even more eloquent.

Gu Qianran found that the more excited he was talking, the faster the pen in his hand moved. Sometimes he squinted his eyes to look at himself, and sometimes stepped back and squinted to look at his own painting.

Sometimes watching her can talk for an hour, sometimes immersed in his paintings, bowing her head for an entire hour without moving her neck.

When Gu Qianran was tired from sitting, she would stand up and turn around by herself, or read the book he gave him. He didn't mind, and when he found out, he would come over to chat with her. Sometimes Gu Qianran would come back He sat down again, but he still didn't seem to notice.

At dusk, she spent a day in this studio unknowingly. This day seemed very long, but also seemed very short.

"I'm sorry, I ignored it, and I didn't entertain you for dinner." Duan Xingzhe realized that it was late, and apologized repeatedly.

Gu Qianran came over to see his paintings, but he covered them with a white cloth very mysteriously.

"After I finish drawing, I will show you the first one."

Every artist has his own habits, and Gu Qianran respects him.

After returning home after dinner, Mr. Gu was sitting in the lobby on the first floor waiting for her.

"How did the talk go? Any surprises?"

The old man was very gossip, and even ran to the front line of eating melons. If Liu Xuan knew that she had fallen behind Mr. Gu, he would be very upset.

Gu Qianran changed her shoes and sat down next to Mr. Gu.

"He was an artist, and he seemed to be the kind of artist who would last forever."

For some reason, after chatting with Duan Xingzhe for a day, Gu Qianran couldn't help thinking, if one day he left this world, would future generations still remember him?
I'm afraid it will be difficult!

But Duan Xingzhe is different. He has left so many classic paintings with flesh and blood handed down from generation to generation. People in later generations should not only remember him, but also those people in his paintings.

"Is it so good?" Mr. Gu didn't quite understand what Gu Qianran meant, but he couldn't stop him from still being very happy. With one hand on his knee, he stood up slowly.

Gu Qianran found out and quickly reached out to support him.

"He should be a very famous painter, but your granddaughter is also very good. She has decided to take him as her teacher and learn from him well. Maybe one day I will be able to excel."

Gu Qianran was joking.

"Is it just apprenticeship?" Mr. Gu was very impatient, wishing they could establish a relationship that day.

Gu Qianran shook her head helplessly, refusing to answer his question.

Duan Xingzhe was very righteous, he said that Gu Qianran would be a model for him for free, so he could pay Gu Qianran to paint for free, and she felt that she had earned it.

The next morning, as soon as Gu Qianran came out of the conference room, Liu Xuan mysteriously grabbed her arm and dragged her to the office three times.

"I've checked, and the person you told me is a well-known painter in the world. He is very popular in the upper class of Western countries. A painting can sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is amazing. "

Although Liu Xuan arrived late, he showed Gu Qianran the news she found on his mobile phone.

Gu Qianran knew that what Liu Xuan said was true after just one glance.

"Sister Qianran, grandpa is too kind to you, and even introduced such a high-quality man to you. You have found a treasure this time!"

She raised her eyebrows, as if jealous.

Gu Qianran raised her hand and rubbed her head vigorously: "Since you are so envious, can I give it to you?"

"Give it to me? Are you willing?"