Inner entertainment first vase

Ke Yu's face hidden under the mask froze for a moment, and he looked at the filmed window glass, his gaze became gentle.

Uncle Ming took a step forward, took the backpack from his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "There are a lot of fans outside, let's go into details when we get in the car."

Ke Yu nodded, habitually pressed down the brim of his hat, watched Uncle Ming throw his shoulders to the trunk, and opened the back seat door for him.

He leaned over and stepped into the car, his heartbeat was already beating in his ears before he raised his eyes, and he didn't even think about what expression to put on and how to greet him to be natural.However, the tip of his nose is sharp, and his sense of smell has already told him the fact that there is no pokeweed here.

Ke Yu raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the empty rear compartment.

Uncle Ming fastened his seat belt, took Ke Yu's flashing loneliness into his eyes from the rearview mirror, paused, and said softly: "The young master ordered me to pick you up. There are too many people here, so it's inconvenient for him to show up." .”

Ke Yu accepted this explanation without hesitation, and felt that it was true.After taking notes for nearly an hour, his mouth was dry, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Okay, I understand."

There was water on the central control, and Uncle Ming reminded him to press the music to play.The soft violin solo echoed in the car, and Ke Yu unscrewed the bottle cap: "Is it from Xiaozhi?"

Uncle Ming's hand holding the steering wheel stiffened slightly, he was so dazed that he forgot to avoid suspicion.

"Yes." He nodded, "Does Kojima like classical music? If not, let's listen to the radio."

"Leave it alone." Ke Yu looked out the window.Under the shade of the trees on the street, the fans standing on tiptoe, seemed to be still waiting for him.

"Xiaozhi recorded the behind-the-scenes documentary on this disc, did Shanglu shoot it for him?"

Uncle Ming sighed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, showing a slightly surprised interest, "Have you seen it?"

"I saw Shanglu's work before, and it was very good."

It is interesting and solid, interspersed with character interviews and Pei Zhihe's daily life. Ke Yu remembers a scene in which Pei Zhihe walked into a flower shop on the corner and came out holding a bunch of small flowers wrapped in newspaper. Daisy, it is about winter, he is wearing a casual camel coat, adding romance in the winter sun.

There is nothing wrong with the picture and rhythm, not to mention the famous violin music as the soundtrack.At that time, he and Pei Zhihe only met each other a few times, and he had to admit that everyone who watched this film would like and admire this young violinist, including him who seemed to be his rival in love.

"The young master takes pictures of everything. Miss San's images from childhood to adulthood have been stored in so many hard drives."

Shang Mingbao officially went to the United States to study at university this semester, Ke Yu smiled slightly, "How is Mingbao in the United States?"

"Okay, I grew up as soon as I left home, and I sent the young master a pair of expensive sneakers a while ago." Uncle Ming laughed, "I just remember the size incorrectly."

"Bought too small?"

"Habitually memorized the code of the clock screen."

Ke Yu had no choice but to relax in the gloomy mood of the past few days, and smiled, "I really have her. So what should I do?"

"I found a reason to send the clock screen anonymously. A few days ago, I said that I wore it when I attended an event."

Ke Yu thought that Shang Mingbao had been a fan of him for so long, and he could resist contacting her privately without using his real identity, so he should be able to tell the difference in his heart.While talking, the car passed the toll booth and entered the airport expressway.It's been a while, and this old elevated highway is being widened, and the two-way lanes are only separated by low green shrubs.

A Lamborghini speeds through the unsinkable twilight.

I saw it from a distance, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of my eyes, and then ran away with a whistling sound.

The speed limit here is [-], and it drove at least [-].

Uncle Ming was about to slam on the brakes almost reflexively, but he still had reason to do so. He brushed the brakes with his toes, and released them lightly.

Maserati drove smoothly, but Ke Yu still felt this fleeting setback.

"That car..." Ke Yu looked out the rear glass, trying to find the gray figure.

Find a fart, I don't know where I went.

"I remember Shanglu also—"

"It's him."

Ke Yu didn't react, and blinked slowly: "...He's going to pick up someone at the airport?"

Uncle Ming coughed, and felt guilty: "Excuse me, I need to make a call."

The speed of the car slowed down a little, he hung up the bluetooth headset, and after a while, there was a call: "I got it, um,..., in the car,..., on the road,...,——just got on the expressway. "

The person on the other side didn't know what to say, Uncle Ming was silent for a long time before he said his farewell words and hung up the phone.

Ke Yu couldn't figure it out, but he guessed that Shanglu was on the opposite side.The atmosphere was not very good, he didn't ask for details, but Uncle Ming took the initiative to say, "We'll go out at the next exit."

The navigation prompts that there are still more than 20 kilometers left. It is a small toll booth. After leaving the station, you will take a section of the provincial road. The rice stalks are dark and quiet under the dim light of far-flung street lamps.

The car stopped and waited for more than ten minutes, only a big yellow dog ran past slowly with its ears drooping.

Ke Yu reads the dizzying information on his mobile phone, all of which are concerned about him, this kind of reward.The stereotyped "It's okay, thank you for your concern", only those who are very friendly will say a few more words.

Sheng Guoer blamed herself to death, and passionately insulted scalpers in Moments.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, it was still hot in Ning City at this time, he felt in a trance that Uncle Ming opened the window, and the night wind poured in from that thread, bringing an indescribable fragrance of flowers.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint voice of conversation came in with the wind: "I'm asleep, don't wake me up—"

The door was pulled open violently, and Ke Yu was sleeping soundly, but suddenly his center of gravity fell outwards—hitting into a broad and hard chest.

Dazed.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and felt that he was suddenly hugged tightly.Two arms hugged him so hard, big hands clasped the back of his head, pressed his face deeply into his hot arms, and kept kissing the top of his hair

The tip of the nose is sharp, and this time the sense of smell told him a truth earlier than the sight——

he came.

It is Shanglu.

Ke Yu rubbed against his arms reflexively, which was his habitual action after waking up.Shanglu's body was visibly stiff, and his lips pressed against Ke Yu's black hair: "I'm late."

"Didn't it mean that there are too many people?" Ke Yu said sleepily, "It's enough for Uncle Ming to pick me up, why are you here again?"

Shang Lu glanced at Uncle Ming.

Uncle Ming smiled, half-raised his hands as if begging for mercy and surrendering.

"Don't listen to his nonsense."

He works day and night isolated from the world, and Shang Mingbao is far away on the other side of the ocean, no one dares to trespass on his territory.Once something like this happened to Ke Yu, all the posts on the Internet could not be deleted. Uncle Ming felt distressed after watching the clip, so he arbitrarily suggested that he should go home to pick him up first.

Who knows where Shanglu got the news, maybe someone called him.

After that, it's none of his old man's business how the cold war between the young couple settles down.

As for the young master's anger... Finally, he still has the grace of serving and accompanying him and an old face to sell.

Ke Yu raised his head from his arms, and was taken aback.

Who is this guy, he doesn't know how to shave his beard, he has dark circles under his eyes, he looks like he hasn't slept in a week, and even his usually neat and delicate hair has grown back, hanging down from his forehead, blocking his eyes.

Only the eyes still look like stars.

Ke Yu's eyes were straight, Shang Lu wanted to cover up, but seemed at a loss, he put his hand to his lips and coughed: "I didn't have time to clean up."

When I look again, more details are revealed.He came out in a T-shirt and sweatpants, a homey, uninhibited look.

Ke Yu touched his chin with his fingers, which was indeed a bit prickly.

Shanglu slapped him away with a "tsk", "Be honest."

Uncle Ming walked far away, lit a cigarette, and showed that he had gone far enough through the butt of the cigarette flashing with red stars.

"Are you injured? I saw bumps in the video, did you hit something?" Phytolaca's big hand moved along the bone texture to confirm his health.

He asked again, "Why didn't you let Guo'er go with you?"

Ask again: "How to deal with that bastard?"

After asking so many questions, Ke Yu replied "deal with according to law".

Uncle Ming couldn't help but look back occasionally.It was vague and vague, and I only felt that the two figures blended closely.

The man took Yungui back, but arranged for the guest bedroom.

I have been in the hall before, and I always share the same bed in the master bedroom,

The heart that had been faintly jumping up just now gradually fell back, Ke Yu said good night as usual, and watched Shanglu's back leave the place shrouded in lights.

"Shanglu." He called to stop him.

Shang Lu looked back and saw Ke Yu's lips move, but finally said: "It's okay."

Back in the study room, the screen was turned on. According to the recorded records, there were only one-fifth of the unsorted fragments left, and there were only four days left before the second start of construction.

Uncle Ming brought coffee in: "What time are you going to bed today?"

"Strive for four points."

Four o'clock, still fighting for it.

Uncle Ming said sternly: "You continue like this, and when Madam calls tomorrow, I will tell the truth."

Putting on his glasses, Shang Lu clicked on the touch screen with his fingers, "Be with Teacher Ke these few days."

Uncle Ming showed surprise, "Why, you don't accompany him?"

Don't think he, an old man, didn't notice that he was coming into the studio more often and for longer each time.

There is a completed oil painting of Ke Yu's portrait.

Shanglu didn't reply, just said: "Don't make decisions on your own next time."

"I didn't pick it up, didn't you go too? At least I picked it up for you safe and sound, which is better than you rushing to nothing." Uncle Ming teased, and when he thought of something, he turned worried again: "It's almost half a month Didn't get a full night's sleep, and drove [-] on the highway, do you think your life is too long?"

Seeing the Lamborghini piercing the night, his heart stopped beating for a moment.

Ke Yu didn't know, only he knew how exhausted Shanglu was, and he had to drink several cups of coffee and strong tea a day to refresh himself.He was driving fatigued, and he was driving fatigued and speeding.

Shang Lu opened and sorted out hundreds of pages of electronic notes, "It won't happen in the future."

"tomorrow……"

"Don't let him into the study."

Perhaps because she slept too much these days, Ke Yu woke up very early.He opened the curtains, expecting to see Shanglu jogging on the ramp, but he didn't.Uncle Ming seemed to be fine, he accompanied him to the beach, took him to drink coffee and eat Portuguese dishes.From the villa area to the white beach, there is a cable car exclusive to the owners. The whole journey takes about 10 minutes, and the coastline extends in an arc shape under your feet.

Hai saw that the two hated each other, so Uncle Ming let him do what he wanted, and only the study room was forbidden.

Ke Yu understood that Shang Lu came to him because of a sudden instinct when the incident happened, and his instinct returned to his rational place, and he returned to the state of the cooling-off period.

The illegitimate videos were repeatedly deleted, setting a bad example. Someone anonymously threatened to send him a private message, sent him a detailed address, and said that he would come to talk to him in the middle of the night.The police were called, but they couldn't go home for a while. Even though they knew it was awkward in Yungui, Keyu had no other place to stay.

Fortunately, Shanglu didn't miss him completely.

Inexplicably, I come out to drink water a lot.

Meal is eaten at dining table well, too.

Drinking tea and reading by the pool in the afternoon, Shanglu came out with a water glass in his hand. He was shaved and his hair was tidied up. He waved around in front of his eyes, not saying much, telling him to think about the script carefully, but seemed to be indifferent go away.

Ke Yu was dumbfounded by his rebuke, but Uncle Ming hid behind the glass door and laughed.

He had never been in Shanglu's studio, but since Uncle Ming asked him to help himself, he was a little interested.Each painting in there is as expensive as his salary for three movies, and the environment is almost dust-free, and the air-conditioning is low.He didn't want to rush in, so he changed his shoes before going in with Uncle Ming's company.

He had many imaginations about the art of Phytophthora, and he thought about it and guessed that he should be more classical, but the paintings on the wall made him stunned.

There are two paintings, before which he stopped for a long time, lost in thought.

One is a blue curtain with glass vases and white flowers painted on it.

One pair is a small elephant running in the desert.

"Shangyu." Uncle Ming stood with his arms folded, and accompanied him to observe on his back, "This painter is called Changyu, and he is the young master's favorite painter."

Ke Yu has no knowledge or knowledge of fine arts, "Are you Chinese?"

"He is Chinese, he was born in a wealthy family in the late Qing Dynasty, and he was one of the first batch of artists who went to study in France."

Uncle Ming observed his expression and saw that he was silent, so he asked with a faint smile, "You like it?"

"concise."

"anything else?"

"Innocence, lightness."

"Someone commented on him that way, precise, pure, and full of irresistible power—you are very intuitive." Uncle Ming's eyes showed appreciation, "It shows that you are destined for him."

Ke Yu stood quietly, memorizing the name in her heart.

These two paintings used to be hung in business houses, and when guests came to visit, they would always ask: "Christie's? Sotheby's? Expensive, right? This is very popular in the collection world!"

Uncle Ming quit at some point.

The pure white space is silent, the walls and terrazzo seem to be integrated, and the sharp corners are designed to be smooth.

Ke Yu didn't know how long she stood in front of the little elephant.

"This is Sanyu's last painting. He never painted himself in his life, and he didn't have a self-portrait. When he finished this painting, he pointed to this little elephant and said with a smile, 'This is me'."

The fingers hanging by his side curled up and moved, but Ke Yu didn't look back.

"When he first arrived in Paris, he spent money like water and didn't bother to make money. Someone asked him for a business card. He wrote his number on the bus ticket. He would rather give away than sell his paintings. He liked to paint flowers, horses and nudes. He read "Dream of Red Mansions" and pulled violin, spending money on nude models in his later years."

Ke Yu hooked the corners of his lips.

"Shang Yu has never pursued anything in his life. He has never flattered art dealers or brokers, and he has no interest in independent art salons. When making an appointment with him, he cannot give any suggestions for revision. He is poor and poor, and can only sell two or three paintings a year. Zhang’s painting was discovered a few days after his death due to gas poisoning in Paris. An artist’s life will eventually go through several artistic stages, which are the concentrated expression of his life, thoughts and techniques. Sanyu did not. His first painting and The last one is always naive, pure, and restrained. In the eyes of laymen, it is also very clumsy, like a kindergarten child."

Phytolacca's tone was calm, not like talking about an artist he admired, but like explaining the life of an old friend.

Ke Yu stared at the baby elephant for a long time.

"Mr. Ke, I like his works because his brushwork is highly unified with his personality, calm and soft, and sorrow and loneliness are very light in his writing. This is a personality that does not confront itself or fall into anxiety. When I saw you in the camera for the first time, I also saw you like this."

It was a small, very small elephant. It seemed to be running and trekking in the endless desert.

Looking so happy.

lonely again.

Shang Lu finally lowered his eyes to look at him, and saw that he was silent and burst into tears.