Hometown Chang'an

Chapter 19 Sections ([-])

Tang Ye got up early the next day, and went to the street to feel the atmosphere of the city in the morning. The street was very quiet in the morning, much quieter than at night.Xi'an has always had a slogan. Recently, it is "Xi'an night, the most Chinese". It seems that it is going to create the most popular nightlife.He ate a bowl of wontons for breakfast at a street stall, and happily strolled to the art museum.

When Tang Ye was in love with the little flowers and grasses on the roadside, he received a call from Lin Xiangdi.

"Brother Ye, where are you?"

"On the road to happiness."

"? I discussed with Lin Lin yesterday to pick you up to the art museum today."

"You don't go to work, Mr. Jiang's money is blown by the wind?"

"I scraped the money for him. Oh, I'll be back in a while."

"Then you can bring it to Lin Lin." Tang Ye remembered what happened yesterday and smiled, "It should be that she forgot to mention it to me after she found out about Jiang Chi and me yesterday."

"......Fine."

Tang Ye hung up the phone and almost walked to the street where the art museum was.He followed Baidu Navigation today, and the navigation took a detour to take him to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.The Big Wild Goose Pagoda is still the same as it was when he was in high school. It may be because it has not been redeveloped to protect the site, but Datang Everbright City has been designated as a pedestrian street, so I have time to visit it at night.

Tang Ye has done a lot of things in the past few days, and Tang Ye is very satisfied.

On the last day of the art exhibition, Tang Ye stayed on the second floor of the art museum, and he felt at ease that he was always Chinese.Tang Ye remembered that when he was in high school, he didn't know which exam article said that it was normal to be homesick when going out, but the more sublimated feeling can only be felt when he returns to his hometown.

Just after noon, Tang Ye moved a small stool and took an easel and sat in front of the French windows on the second floor.The sun was just right, and if there was a cat, it might lie down and rub against Tang Ye's trousers. Just thinking about it, Tang Ye felt his heart being scratched lightly by a little meaty claw, and the number of smirks increased significantly after returning home.

Tang Ye has a little selfishness. After reading Jiang Chi's circle of friends yesterday, he felt a little touched. He thought about it carefully and decided to prepare a gift for Jiang Chi.

Just over a month has passed since Jiang Chi's birthday, and Tang Ye plans to use the latest free time to make up for Jiang Chi's gift, the gift of the past 12 years.When Tang Ye was on Weibo before, he saw someone who made up 18 years of gifts for his partner, and also prepared small floral skirts. Tang Ye didn’t have the life of a straight man but had the disease of a straight man. He felt that he couldn’t do it. Something like this happened, so he was going to sit on the small bench and draw.

Tang Ye took out his phone and took out a few screenshots, which were Jiang Chi's circle of friends he had chosen before going to bed yesterday.He wanted to draw all the important moments of Jiang Chi, collect them into one painting a year, and draw twelve pieces, and give them to Jiang Chi together.

In Jiang Chi’s freshman year, Tang Ye chose a photo of him with the school gatekeeper sculpture, which was the year he started a new struggle life; in his sophomore year, it was a photo of Jiang Chi with the company’s nameplate, that At that time, the name was still "Xinghuo Game"; in junior year, Jiang Chi made a big game and won the school's entrepreneurship scholarship. Tang Ye chose the photo of Jiang Chi's speech at the award ceremony. Tang Ye felt that Jiang Chi must be very happy at that time , being recognized as happy, the kind that ranks in the top ten of life; in senior year, it was a group photo of Jiang Chi wearing a bachelor's uniform with his family; in the first year after graduation, it was the group photo of Jiang Chi and Lin Xiangdi at the reception.. ....

Tang Ye was about to start writing from the photo at the listing reception, and he could imagine what the painting would look like when he closed his eyes.

This kind of expectation is always very good.

Tang Ye stayed in the art gallery for the whole afternoon, and Lin Lin didn't bother him when he went to the airport. When he relaxed his wrist halfway, he glanced at the time, and sent Lin Lin a red envelope to say hello to his family.

Then he went to pour himself a cup of coffee and rested. He was very satisfied with this kind of glass floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sunlight on the second floor was just right.Tang Ye thought he would also have this kind of one-way floor-to-ceiling windows in his own studio, especially on the second floor.

Tang Ye finished the picture of the reception before the sun went down. He mainly used ochre, which complemented Jiang Chi's burgundy suit.As a painter, Tang Ye is more emotional. Looking at his painting now, he seems to have shared the joy of Jiang Chi that year, and his eyes are red with emotion.

A lot of people came to the art museum to see the exhibition in the past two days, and the curator was very busy. He wanted to discuss with Tang Ye to keep the work here, and send it to Tang Ye when he was ready for the studio.Tang Ye was worried that he had no place, so he reached a consensus with the attentive curator very happily, and kept the exhibited works and his little handyman coolly.

Carrying today's painting on his back, Tang Ye prepared to stroll back to the hotel along the same route. When he passed the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Square, the musical fountain just started.Tang Ye was taken aback by the spray of water. From a distance, there were many tourists there. He claimed to be a person who was afraid of being too busy, so he walked around detours at a distance.

I didn't contact Jiang Chi all day today, Tang Ye thought about it before going to bed, and sent Jiang Chi a good night message.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Jiang's birthday is May 5th, and Tang Huahua's birthday month is the smallest, which is scheduled for November 7th.

I didn’t write more than [-] words and there is no small theater today o(╥﹏╥)o, the number of words in each chapter of this book is generally small, and I will work hard for the next book!

(There are already five chapters in the draft box, it should be changed to a daily update)