Put the autistic child in the bag

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Han Shuchi would never have believed that someone could easily capture people's hearts and create such unprecedented works, as if they could capture people's hearts with pure lines. I don't know what kind of sadness is flowing quietly... The bold signature in the right corner can't tell what kind of mood the author used to create this divine work.

Lin Yiyou calmly looked at Han Shuchi's surprised expression when she was looking at her own work. Lin Yiyou's expression was too calm to guess what she was thinking.

"Compared with "The Name of the Father", this work is more exhausting. It is hard to imagine, what is the artistic conception of your creation of such a painting?"

"Many people say that artistic conception is needed for painting, designing, and composing music. Sometimes, don't you think that artistic conception does not exist in vain?"

"Sounds interesting!"

"It's really interesting. I once knew a very conceited composer. His creation almost became his whole life. His parents were sick. He said he didn't have the energy to take care of it. He finally had an artistic conception every day. He was disturbed by seeing a doctor and taking medicine. The first good song is gone. Until his parents died, he didn't understand what he lost. Soon, he got married, and his wife, like his parents, cared for him like a child. He lived every day Spending in his endless mood, he didn't know how to help his pregnant wife share the housework, and he didn't know how to go out to earn money to support the family, until one day, his wife was lying in the hospital with dystocia, but he could use the excuse of wanting to perform in other places , refused to take care of his wife who had a difficult childbirth, such a person is really selfish, the so-called creation has just turned a person into a human and a ghost! It's really ridiculous!"

"There is indeed no lack of such 'talents' in this world. Yiyou cares about this story, maybe it's because she is always alert to herself, but she has more flesh and blood!"

Lin Yiyou smiled faintly: "Han Shuchi, I really hate you, just like before, but I have so many things like you."

Han Shuchi put away the scroll: "You are more similar to Jun Yiran."

Lin Yiyou rolled his eyes at Han Shuchi, and said slowly: "Jun Yiran and Han Shuchi are the same people, and they are completely infected by business."

Han Shuchi likes Lin Yiyou, and likes the indifference and tranquility that appear in her at any time, but this is something he can never pursue. Lin Yiyou is the kind of person who makes people want to protect her when they see her. Lin Yiyou is indeed living like this. Under the wings of the Junlin family, she lives an elegant and luxurious life like a princess, without knowing the melancholy and life.I don't know why, every time I see Lin Yiyou, Han Shuchi will see the sadness and despair in Xu Aichuan's eyes, and every time I am touched by this emotion, Han Shuchi will always be afraid, worried that that person will suddenly disappear one day .

The sound of a violin suddenly sounded in his ear, and Han Shuchi suddenly came back to his senses, and it was Lin Yiyou's nimble fingers touching the strings. Lin Yiyou's lonely and thin figure stood in the greenhouse, playing the violin freely And free and easy, the fragrance of flowers permeates the air, making me sad.

This is a song that Han Shuchi is not familiar with. The rhythm is joyful with a kind of hearty scream, just like the oil painting created by Lin Yiyou. It is really a good song. Han Shuchi folded his arms and listened carefully.Lin Yiyou's piano sound stopped abruptly, and Han Shuchi leaned against the window and looked at the woman who was still collecting the piano, and said, "It's a good piece of music. I never thought that besides painting, Yiyou also has music with a high artistic conception." Creative talent."

"Why are you so sure that I composed the song?" Lin Yiyou snorted coldly, and walked slowly to the door of the flower house, leaning against the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, which were covered with lush green vines, very eye-catching.

Han Shuchi has his own conceit. The violin has always been his favorite. When it comes to attainments, Han Shuchi thinks he won't spoil the ears of an artist: "It just so happens that I haven't heard it before."

Lin Yiyou smiled, it really was Han Shu Chi, the Han Shu Chi who made him fear from the bottom of his heart, this fear really still exists.

"Han Shuchi, you are born with a kind of attraction that can make all the good things come to you. Why do you still let yourself live in sadness?"

"My past is too deep, I can't take it up and let it go!"

"Maybe it's already been put down!" Lin Yiyou stretched out his fingers boredly, teasing the little flower buds on the windowsill.

"Lin Yiyou, what exactly do you want?"

The two obviously want to compete behind their backs, but these are meaningless.

Lin Yiyou returned to the empty villa, sat on the blanket beside the tea table, rested his chin and looked at the photos on the coffee table, quietly lost in thought.

"Miss, are you ready for dinner?" Sister Zhang carefully observed Miss Biao's expression, feeling that Ms. Biao was a little too decadent recently.

Lin Yiyou tightened the white blanket that was draped over his shoulders and tilted his head, saying, "This photo is not well taken, at least it lacks aesthetic feeling. There is something wrong with Jun Yiran's vision."

"Huh?" Sister Zhang glanced at the owner's photo on the table and said solemnly: "I look pretty good, pretty, just like Miss."

Lin Yiyou kept the posture of shrinking her body, and insisted as if her body was very afraid of the cold: "It's so ugly, how can it look good?"

Sister Zhang thought about it, and knew that Jun Yiran and Lin Yiyou were originally two very awkward people, but they were reincarnated into a family, which is also a bad relationship: "Miss Biao is an artist, but I don't see anything wrong with it, maybe You have seen too many inexplicable things, and you feel something is wrong when you see this normal one."

What Sister Zhang said made Lin Yiyou laugh. This was the first time Sister Zhang saw Lin Yiyou smile from the heart, and she was not so afraid of Lin Yiyou's too cold personality.

"Sister Zhang, what do you think when you look at that painting?" Lin Yiyou pointed to the painting on the wall that Jun Yiran spent a lot of money knocking down.

"I think the women in this painting don't wear enough clothes." Sister Zhang blushed and said a little embarrassedly: "Who wants to let my daughter look like this to others!"

Lin Yiyou stopped laughing, looked at the painting carefully and said, "A painter can only paint other people's nudes."

"Miss Biao, can you make a lot of money by painting these...Miss Biao, have you painted such paintings before?" Sister Zhang stammered a little, as if afraid of Lin Yiyou's anger.

Lin Yiyou stood up tightly wrapped in the blanket, and walked towards the stairs step by step: "It was a pleasure talking to you, let's stop here today, and have dinner directly upstairs!"

Han Shuchi sat on the sofa, put down the newspaper he was reading, and looked towards the kitchen. The man was trying the new soup, his pretty eyebrows raised, as if the taste of the soup was not satisfactory.

Han Shuchi moved into the kitchen, took the small plate in the man's hand, and poured half a plate of soup that was still warm into his mouth, it was fresh and tasted good.Looking up at the man, even his ears were red.

Han Shuchi grabbed the man's cheek and said, "Come here."

Ai Chuan approached obediently, Han Shuchi pinched her chin, pressed his lips against hers, and gently kissed the taste on her lips.

Ai Chuan seemed a little nervous. This was the day after that. The two kissed like this again. Ai Chuan almost thought that Han Shu Chi indulged her that day, but today was not the case. He felt that if Han Shuchi wanted to kiss, he would follow her, and hoped that it would not end soon.

it's over? ?The warmth on Ai Chuan's lips disappeared, and she lowered her head and stared at the upper in half shyness and half disappointment.

Han Shuchi looked at this person, and was already angry in his heart. It was rare for him to take the initiative, so why did this person have such an expression?In other words, shouldn't she kiss herself back again?

Han Shuchi thought about it, and simply walked away and let the man stand still.

"You..." As soon as Han Shuchi turned around, his body was wrapped into his arms, which was warm and very comfortable.

Ai Chuan rested her head on Han Shuchi's shoulder, and buried her head deeply into her neck.

"When can I drink the soup? I'm so hungry." Han Shuchi's words of complaining about being coquettish made Aichuan's whole body go numb. Escape."

No one has ever spoken to himself in an orderly way, this guy is fat.Han Shuchi tilted his head rather dissatisfied, hiding the itchy breath exhaled from Aichuan's nose and said, "It's itchy!"

Ai Chuan smiled, raised his head, turned over Han Shuchi's body, met those cold and proud eyes, leaned over gently, and kissed her lightly between her eyebrows.

Han Shuchi closed his eyes, and opened them only after she finished kissing: "Aichuan, I've been here all this time, do you still want to run away from me?"

Ai Chuan felt pain in his heart, why is this woman so unconfident?How could this woman worry about gains and losses because of herself?Does this woman really belong to her now?

Han Shuchi let go of Ai Chuan's hand, walked away a few steps and said: "Ai Chuan, Han Shuchi has never found a lover casually, and of course, being Han Shuchi's lover is definitely not easy."

Ai Chuan blinked, stared at Han Shuchi's back very curiously and said: "What is your standard?"

"Only one." That's I love you, fool!

Ai Chuan thought of Lin Ruxu, he and her were clearly different people, they had nothing in common, yet they both became Han Shuchi's lovers. If there was only one criterion for becoming Han Shuchi's lover, it would be what?

Han Shuchi didn't give an answer, and Ai Chuan was thinking about the answer all the time, but she didn't dare to ask if Han Shuchi didn't say anything.

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