Her Little Sweet Lover

This first snow was unexpectedly big.

The air was purified by the snowflakes and freshened a lot, the wind gradually became weaker, and the sound of stepping on the snow creaked.

The street performer seemed to be aware of it. He lifted his blindfold a bit and saw two people embracing each other in the snow. Behind them was a foggy sky. The place where the sky and the lake bordered is on the other side of the city, where tall buildings are standing there. , Seems to be another world.

They hugged for a long time, until Yu Xinghe's mood calmed down, she moved gently and withdrew from his arms.

He Youting looked down at her: "Is it better?"

She nodded, closed her eyes, and after slowing down a little bit, her sanity gradually came online, "I think, I probably know why he did this."

He frowned and waited for her to speak.

Yu Xinghe looked at the center of the lake, "It should be for that painting."

He Youting only heard that she had said that the painting was related to her father, and the specific details were not clear.

He stood up the collar of her clothes to prevent the wind from entering, and the two stood by the lake for a long time.

After listening to her, He Youting also felt that this statement made the most sense. He thought about it, "It happens to be here now. I will take you to a place. He should be able to help."

He Youting drove the car to the suburbs and made a phone call on the road, as if he was confirming whether the other party was at home. I was sorry to say that presumptuously several times, and he could hear that he respected the other party very much.

Hanging up, Yu Xinghe asked, "Where are we going?"

"Find someone."

"Who?"

"Someone who can give us the answer."

The residential area is very far away, and there are few high-rise buildings after the car drove. Looking up to the past, they are all small single-storey Chinese-style buildings.

He Youting stopped in front of one of the gardens, the two rang the doorbell, and an aunt came out to open the door.

The aunt said: "Two of you come in, Mr. is waiting for you."

He Youting nodded, "Thank you."

He turned his head, his habitual palm supported Yu Xinghe's back and let her go in first. After entering the door, he took a big step, leading in front of her, and the two went to the study together.

This is a very classical study room with a wide range of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. The entire west wall is made of wooden bookshelves, with several grids in the middle hollowed out, and a few antique vases are placed.

A calm and polite old man stood up from his chair and said, "Here."

He Youting was humble and polite, "I'm sorry, Uncle Chen, I took the liberty of not telling you in advance."

The old man called Uncle Chen smiled: "Your kid always has his own rules for doing things, and he rarely gets anxious in such a hurry. Why, what difficulties have you encountered?"

He Youting first brought Yu Xinghe to him and introduced: "This is Uncle Chen, an old friend of my grandfather, a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, who has a lot of research on oil painting."

Yu Xinghe hurriedly called "Uncle Chen" respectfully.

He Youting again said, "Uncle Chen, this is the friend I told you about," he turned his head, "Xinghe, show Uncle Chen the painting."

He took Yu Xinghe's painting and placed it on Professor Chen's table carefully, unpacking layer by layer, and half a minute later, the entire painting was completely presented in front of the three of them.

Professor Chen's expression changed: ""Shadow"?"

He Youting: "Uncle Chen, I would like to ask you to see if this painting and "Shadow" were written by the same person."

The old man's eyes glanced at He Youting from above the frame, seemingly suspicious, but didn't ask anything.

He played oil painting all his life, and laymen looked at colors, proportions, and aesthetics. He looks at the texture, brushstrokes, and the texture of oil paint.

He started from the character and spread to the sky, the ground, and every detail, and he didn't speak for a while.

He Youting respectfully bent his body, "Uncle Chen, how is it?"

Professor Chen raised his eyebrows lightly, revealing his sincere appreciation and admiration for the painting. "From the perspective of the intensity and delicate texture of the pen, the artistic attainments of this painting far exceed those of "Shadow", and more than that of "Shadow". There is a touch of simplicity and heavyness. From this look, "Shadow" is indeed just a shadow. If this painting were to come out first, it would definitely have a greater impact than "Shadow"."

Yu Xinghe trembled his eyes and tried to control his emotions, "What do you mean?"

"It and "Shadow" are by no means the same person."

He Youting quietly held on to Yu Xinghe's shoulders, stabilized her emotions, and asked Professor Chen, "Uncle Chen, are you sure? Without seeing "Shadow", can you conclude that the two paintings were not made by the same person?"

Professor Chen smiled: "I know Shen Tingyu's brushwork habits very well, I'm sure."

Neither person spoke.

Professor Chen is very measured and doesn't ask any extra words from beginning to end.

Before the two of them left, He Youting bowed slightly: "Uncle Chen, I was in a hurry today, and I will accompany you to drink tea next day."

Professor Chen waved his hand: "It doesn't matter if you come or not. It's mainly your grandfather's old boy's Tibetan wine. Find a chance to get me two bottles. Last time he asked for it, he was very petty."

He Youting smiled: "Yes."

The two turned around and walked for a few steps. Yu Xinghe suddenly stopped, turned his head and bowed deeply to Professor Chen, and said solemnly, "Thank you."

She bowed, and she straightened up for five or six seconds.

Professor Chen saw crystal tears in her eyes.

This little girl has a story.

Professor Chen nodded slightly at her, with a trace of relief in his eyes, "Go."

On the way back to the city, He Youting didn't say a word, and drove the car directly to Shen Tingyu's hotel. Yu Xinghe saw his intentions, "What are you going to do?"

He didn't squint: "Go find him."

"But I haven't figured out how to say it yet."

His voice was firm: "Don't think about it, to be honest, just ask what you want, Xinghe," he glanced at her, "This matter cannot be dragged on. It must be decided quickly. He just wants to protect his reputation. As long as he tells us the truth and tells us the truth, I will give him what he wants. If he doesn’t cooperate—"

He paused and sneered: "I also have many ways to make him cooperate."

What he said is reasonable, Shen Tingyu did disgusting, and Yu Xinghe really didn’t want to drag on any longer. Thinking of how he really regarded him as a father during this period, and thinking about how to get along with his wife and children, he just thought about it. Feeling suffocated in the chest, it's a waste of emotions.

Even though she thought so, she was still very nervous when she arrived at the hotel. He Youting did not let her go upstairs and called Shen Tingyu to the hotel restaurant.

It's not a meal at this time, and there are almost no people in the restaurant.

When Shen Tingyu saw the two of them, he was still very strange: "Why don't you go up?"

He Youting ignored him and looked at Yu Xinghe: "Are you alone, or are we together?"

"I want to be myself first."

"good."

The conversation between the two was weird, and Shen Tingyu was confused. He Youting didn't look at him after he finished speaking, and went straight to the farthest dining table to sit down.

He called the waiter, ordered two cups of coffee for the distant table, and then he hugged his arms and stared quietly at the movement there.

In just ten minutes, He Youting watched the generally gentle and mature man in front of the public. His expressions ranged from doubt, to shock, to panic, and finally slumped in a chair, his eyes becoming elusive.

He seemed to be explaining something, but he was obviously unable to do so. At the end of the talk, he was a little agitated, and even reached out to Yu Xinghe to try to catch her.

He Youting stood up.

He quickly walked to their table, glared at Shen Tingyu warningly, and then sat next to Yu Xinghe.

When he came, Yu Xinghe's messy emotions immediately dissipated a lot. She and He Youting looked at each other without saying anything, before looking at Shen Tingyu: "I'll ask you again, who is the original painting of this painting."

Shen Tingyu's forehead was covered with sweat, completely changed like a person, the whole person was flustered and disorderly, and there was no image at all, "I really don't know."

At this point in the matter, he can only tell the truth.

He did know Yu Xinghe's mother Jiang Hongmei.

But he is not Jiang Hongmei's boyfriend, but her neighbor.

At that time, Shen Tingyu was still an obscure boy who sold his works everywhere, renting in an old building, and dreaming of eating steamed buns and rolls every day.

He knew that there was a couple living opposite, but there was almost no communication, because the couple was very strange. The man kept himself in the house all day and he hadn’t seen him much. Get to know them.

The reason why Shen Tingyu knew her name was Jiang Hongmei was because she was ill once and went to a nearby hospital to find out that she was a doctor there. Only then did she say a few words and barely knew her.

Then one day, when the young couple quarreled, Jiang Hongmei walked out, and her boyfriend also chased him out. Shen Tingyu only saw the man's back.

Their door was so wide open, and Shen Tingyu accidentally caught a glimpse of the home.

It turned out to be a peer.

Houses full of painting paper paints and shelf tools, and piles of messy paintings.

He walked in in a ghostly manner.

Shen Tingyu unexpectedly discovered that this person's work is very aura, but this line is like this. It is not enough to have aura and talent. It also needs a noble person and timing. Obviously, this colleague does not.

He rolled his eyes and saw the painting that changed his destiny.

It was so beautiful, he picked up the painting and looked at it carefully as if he was almost obsessed with it.

If this is my painting, it will be fine.

When this sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, he was shocked.

He stared at the painting, and a thought gradually came into being. It didn’t take long for his actions to precede rationality. Shen Tingyu spent a few minutes messing up their home, throwing things on the ground, and creating a theft scene. In addition to the painting, he still Take away some cash and a few other paintings to cover up.

After doing this, he shut himself up at home and stayed behind closed doors.

He copied the painting.

Later, I heard that the other side called the police. It was said that Jiang Hongmei didn’t want anything. The police must find the painting. The battle was so violent that even the police knocked on his door several times to understand the situation. Shen Tingyu was afraid that things would be revealed and wanted to calm down. , While people were not paying attention, they secretly placed the painting in the corridor, and saw Jiang Hongmei take it back as a treasure through the cat's eyes.

Later, he moved and never saw Jiang Hongmei again.

He went to another city, and finally he was appreciated because of the painting and made his mark.

In fact, for a long time later, he was in a particularly anxious state, afraid that Jiang Hongmei and her boyfriend would discover the existence of the "Shadow", but for some reason, they have disappeared since then, and no one has ever looked for him.

Unexpectedly, many years later, someone would come to him with that painting.

At that time, he was panicked and frightened, and in a hurry he could only say that he was the original work to protect himself. He wanted to find a chance to get the painting back and destroy it, and things just evolved into what it is now.

This is all through.

At the end of the conversation that day, Shen Tingyu pleaded bitterly and promised that as long as Yu Xinghe handed over the painting to him, it would be fine.

Yu Xinghe did not agree.

She didn't want to make things big, let her deceased mother be used by countless strangers as talks, and she didn't want others to speculate on the past of the previous generation either in good faith or maliciously.

She only asked Shen Tingyu for the address of the place where they lived back then, and warned him that in the future, she must abide by the law and that the painting will always be a sword hanging above his head, which can ruin him at any time.

After the showdown, Yu Xinghe didn't have much energy for a few days, didn't go out often, and stayed at home every day.

In his spare time at work, He Youting changed her tricks every day to give her food, to accompany her to relax and relieve her emotions.

In fact, Yu Xinghe didn't have a deep love for Shen Tingyu.

In late December, Christmas comes as scheduled, and the streets are full of gorgeous Christmas trees, Santa Claus gifts, full of flavor.

While Yu Xinghe's mood improved, He Youting began a new round of anxiety.

There is no clue about her father's affairs. I don't know if she will continue to look for it or go back to her adoptive father? If you go back, do you come back?

He suddenly regretted it. When he first confessed, he should rush to kiss him wildly. When he kissed her dizzy and immediately agreed to him, he did not understand her affectionate personality, and dragged the matter so long.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he could not sit still, and kept reading his watch while still in the meeting, which made the supervisor at the other end think he had said something wrong.

After the meeting broke up, He Youting immediately bought the movie tickets for the night, the romance film, and planned to put a lot of love in her mind first, and then prepared a word to say to her, striving to win it in one fell swoop.

…

When Yu Xinghe received a call from Xu Cheng, she was washing her clothes. I don't know what was wrong with the washing machine. There was no response. She patted a few times and it was useless.

When the phone rang, she thought it was He Youting, and she was taken aback when she saw Xu Cheng's name.

The two have not contacted since they said it that day.

Xu Cheng asked for the address of her home, saying that he would come to visit someone alone.

Yu Xinghe didn't know what it meant to say goodbye until he met Xu Cheng downstairs. It turned out that Xu Cheng had resigned and was going to Shanghai.

Yu Xinghe was very happy for him, "Decided?"

Xu Cheng: "Well, the procedures have been completed. I will leave after New Year's Day. I probably won't be back in a short time. I just want to come and see you."

Yu Xinghe: "Are you going to find Dalong?"

Xu Cheng said: "Yes, their company has recently had a project that lacks manpower. After I pass, I may have to go to Los Angeles for a long-term station next year."

Yu Xinghe was surprised: "Then you can see the landlord's wife?"

Xu Cheng laughed: "Yes."

"Then you must say hello to the landlady for me, she is the best to me."

"good."

Before Yu Xinghe returned to China, he originally wanted to return the house, and planned to find a place to live again if he returned to it in the future, but the landlord’s wife likes her very much. Anyway, she is not short of money. It is not bad for the room, so she said she would replace it. Yu Xinghe kept the room, if she was sure she wouldn't go back, it wouldn't be too late to get things.

It is very early in the winter in the north, so they can only rely on the dim street lights in the community to see each other's expressions.

Xu Cheng was still very gentle, "Xinghe, I will probably not be back soon after I leave. I don't know if this choice is right or wrong, but I want to try."

The road of life is to walk out by yourself, and you will never blame others if you don’t try.

Either roll or shut up.

He opened his arms and smiled openly, "I'm leaving, take one, old neighbor."

Yu Xinghe was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "No, he doesn't like it."

She stretched out a hand: "I wish you all the best."

Xu Cheng's open arms paused slightly, but politely put them down, holding her hand, "Thank you."

A few seconds later, Yu Xinghe tried to withdraw his hand, but Xu Cheng suddenly used force and pulled her into his arms.

He is a gentleman, he didn't hold him too tightly. The two people's bodies were still separated from each other. He gently said in her ear, "I'm really goodbye this time."

After speaking, he immediately let go of her.

Yu Xinghe was unprepared, and his expression was still surprised. Xu Cheng smiled and patted her head, "Let's go."

As he turned around, he saw He Youting who was expressionless not far away.

The second He Youting met his eyes, he strode over. Before Yu Xinghe could speak, he knocked Xu Cheng to the ground with his fist without any hesitation.

He was fierce and his eyes were flushed.

Yu Xinghe screamed.

She subconsciously checked Xu Cheng's injuries and found that the corners of his mouth were cracked, and a trace of blood leaked out.

He Youting exerted a great deal of strength.

She squatted on the ground and turned her head to look at He Youting. The man didn't say a word, his eyes were scary, his complexion was extremely bad, and his fierce eyes moved from Xu Cheng to Yu Xinghe's face.

Disappointed.

He turned his head and left without saying a word.

Just as Xu Cheng hit it, his brain buzzed and felt that he was about to have a concussion. This would come over a little bit. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, watching He Youting disappear at the intersection, and the eyes of Yu Xinghe beside him hadn't taken away from there. return.

"Do you want me to explain?" Xu Cheng stood up and patted the dust on his body.

Yu Xinghe shook his head: "No, he shouldn't have gone far, I'll look for him."

She was very sorry: "Sorry, he was too impulsive, are you okay?"

Xu Cheng twisted the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and it hurt when he smiled: "It's okay, it's me who is not good. After all has caused you trouble, can you do it alone?"

She nodded.

Xucheng's car stopped at another exit of the community.

After he left, Yu Xinghe couldn't wait to trot and chased him in He Youting's direction.

As soon as he left the house, he quickly glanced at both sides, and the man hadn't left yet.

The black Land Rover parked on the side of the road not far away. He leaned on the driver's door, his face flushed against the green belt, and his fingers caught a cigarette.

She bit her lip and walked over.

Seeing her, He Youting coldly squeezed out the cigarette **** with his fingertips. He was waiting for her, but like an angry child, he turned his head and left without the car.

Yu Xinghe took two steps forward: "He Youting."

He stopped.

"I'll explain to you, can't you listen?"