Xiaopujie [entertainment circle]

In the cool wind in the morning, Xu Qiang drove the car very fast.

Xiao Lu sat in the co-pilot without saying a word, and occasionally tuned the radio to a channel before looking at the scenery outside the window.

Outside the window, from high-rise buildings to scattered houses, and then to unchanging trees, it can be seen that it is getting more and more remote, and it is almost to the suburbs.

The final destination is a newly built apartment building in the new district, where many popular stars have properties.

Xu Qiang took her directly to the top floor, which was not open to the public, and the four-in-one layout was usually reserved for the developers' friends to buy.

Xiao Lu was more surprised by this apartment than visiting the small villa.

As soon as she stepped into the house, music was automatically played in the room.

Xu Qiang stretched out her hand to her and said with a smile:

"Welcome to my castle."

Xiao Lu followed her suspiciously, and the interior was arranged like an exhibition hall, but most of the collections were covered with white cloth, but there were many famous sculptures that could be seen through a barrier, and she could call out the paintings on the wall. name.

She didn't know that Xu Qiang was still a collector.

Xu Qiang turned a blind eye to the artworks on both sides, and pulled her straight in.

Xiao Lu wanted to stop and take a look, but Xu Qiang acted resolutely, completely ignoring her wishes.

Finally, Xu Qiang stopped in front of a tightly closed black door. She reached out and touched the surface of the door cherishingly, then took a deep breath and opened the door.

Inside the door is an empty room with a full-sized painting in the center, covered with a black cloth.

Xiao Lu smelled the familiar smell of oil paint on the tip of her nose, and when she saw Xu Qiang walking over, she seemed to want to pull down the black cloth.

"do not want!"

She only had time to scream, but failed to stop Xu Qiang's movements.

The black cloth fell in response, and a familiar painting appeared in front of Xiao Lu.

The endless dark black sea surface merges with the dark blue to black sky at the end, and even the white clouds are dyed a dull color. The strokes of the painting are staggered, and traces of scrapers can still be seen. Only a little bright yellow occasionally appears. It shows that there are stars in the night in the painting.

Every detail was engraved on Xiao Lu's heart, and her eyes were burning unexpectedly at this moment.

"When I was in college, I almost cut off ties with my family. I just wanted to go to Europe to find my mother who had been missing for many years. When I was studying in Italy on the way, I bought this painting by chance. It happened that the curator and my mother had a little bit Contact, I wanted to take the opportunity to meet, but she rejected me."

Xu Qiang stroked the frame, but didn't notice Xiao Lu's strangeness.

"She may hate me very much, but I think I won't lose money if I buy this painting. This is the most touching painting I have ever seen. It seems to be written by God. There is no trace of skill, only infinite emotions... "

In the middle of speaking, she suddenly stopped.

God writes?Xu Qiang suddenly realized something, she took a closer look at Xiao Lu, and the girl was already in tears.

She just stood there blankly, staring at the painting.

"Alu, why are you crying..."

Xu Qiang asked in vain, and she felt that the answer was ready to come.

"Xu Qiang, this painting was drawn by me."

Xiao Lu didn't even wipe away her tears, she just sat on the ground and stretched her legs.

"It wasn't until the last moment that I nodded to sell it, and..."

Xiao Lu looked around, but didn't find any scrapers or anything else.

"It's not like this. Xu Qiang, you haven't seen its true face."

She stood up, took the full-scale oil painting off the easel, fixed it skillfully, and put her hand on the upper right corner, where there were traces of heavy paint coverage.

"Can I move it?"

Xu Qiang nodded: "Of course, it belongs to you."

"But it's yours now."

There was no nostalgia in Xiao Lu's eyes. She tried to peel off the paint with her nails, but found that it had been too long, and the colors had long been entangled.

"If this is your secret, then I will tell you the secret behind this secret."

Xiao Lu turned the painting over, pushed it under the window, and suddenly opened the curtains.

The late summer sunlight shines into the glass windows, penetrates the paint, passes through the canvas, and leaves light shadows on the ground.

"Look, what can you see like this?"

"A... figure..."

Xu Qiang looked at the image on the back of the oil painting that was suppressed by thick paint, and murmured:

"It used to be a portrait?"

"Yes, it's the first painting I drew, and it was drawn by my neighbor's sister with me."

Xiao Lu tilted her head and looked at Xu Qiang expressionlessly, her eyes were innocent and cruel.

"She suddenly moved next door to my house and one day I came back from get out of class and she stood at the door and asked me 'would you like to come and play' and my parents weren't there so I went to her house and she was painting this and I modeled for her , but she has always been unable to draw well..."

Xiao Lu lowered her head, pointing her finger at the floor.

"I felt very annoying, so I asked her to sit down, and I came to paint, and I was painting, and she suddenly stood up, screamed, threw things, and wanted to destroy the painting, but I stopped in front of the easel, She was not allowed to touch her, and her parents immediately came in and dragged her away... At that time, her eyes were crazy, as if she wanted to eat me."

Xu Qiang sat down beside her and put her arms around her shoulders.

"My mother told me that this sister turned out to be a painter and came to the town to recuperate because of mental illness. I didn't know where I hit her nerve that day. Later, my sister told me that she saw my brushstrokes and felt very desperate. She will never be able to paint a picture like mine."

"and after?"

"I secretly went to find her to paint. My sister introduced me to her teacher. The teacher praised my works greatly. I became famous. On the day of the solo exhibition, I wanted my sister to go with me, but..."

Xiao Lu held Xu Qiang's hand, trying to borrow some courage.

"She wasn't there, so I went by myself. I didn't know she had committed suicide until I came back."

Xu Qiang hugged her trembling body tightly, and heard Xiao Lu's voice trembling too.

"On the day I held a solo exhibition, she jumped from the only tall building in the town and died on the spot."

Xiao Lu buried her face between her knees, and said these things that had been buried in her heart for several years.

She doesn't want to exchange secrets with Xu Qiang anymore, she just wants Xu Qiang to know her past.

"I always thought that I killed my sister. I later realized that she loved painting, but she couldn't paint to the level she wanted, so she went crazy. There was still a way out, but she saw that I painted easily. came out and asked her why, she had no choice but to die."

Xiao Lu's face was already covered with tears.

"I don't want to be like this...I don't know, I wanted to show her this painting at the solo exhibition that day and tell her..."

Xiao Lu choked up, and swallowed the ending of that sentence back into her throat.

"Then, she died, and I covered the painting with a black sea and sold it in a foreign country."

She pointed to the faint figure on the canvas.

"But what a coincidence, you bought it back."

Xiao Lu looked into Xu Qiang's eyes, which were full of tolerance and tenderness.

She felt relieved and said:

"Now you know, behind it is my youth."