I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

"Buzz-"

During the meeting break, Gu Fengyao glanced at the vibrating mobile phone, and when he touched the news, he felt that Qin Xixi was going crazy again.

He looked at the stage, everything was developing within a controllable range, but the lengthy report was boring.

Gu Fengyao lowered his eyes, and there was a long video immediately after the news. He saw the screenshot of the video cover clearly, his eyes froze slightly. The protagonist was Gu Qianhuan, whom he was most familiar with, with a large white background.

Simple even to the point of crudeness, Gu Fengyao suddenly remembered Qin Xixi's destination this time - Jingda.

Glancing at the message from Qin Xixi again, the words on the screen were so noisy that his eyes were uneasy, and he was thinking about something, but he flicked through the video with his fingertips.

It was quiet.

The young man in the video has an elegant posture, bowing his head slightly. Feng Yao didn't pay attention to what he drew, but carefully looked at it from top to bottom. The pure white shirt outlines a thin and flexible waistline. Focus on the painting.

Dazzling white, tragic red.

Gu Fengyao's heart was suffocated, he leaned back, and the impact came straight to his face, which was indescribable.It reminded him of the shroud in the hospital, the burnt white covering the traces of the tragedy, and the blood-colored flowers blooming.The white, which used to symbolize holiness, has faded away from the paleness at this time, and stretches across with its teeth and claws stretched out.

The blood plasma had already coagulated and oxidized into dark red.

Gu Fengyao's eyes froze slightly, and then he chuckled, and the short video also came to an abrupt end at this moment.

"Mr. Gu." Manager Mu asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"

Gu Fengyao raised his eyes, his eyes were calm, he looked around for a week, and the staff who spoke on the stage stood dumbfounded, looking at him tremblingly.

The meeting was suspended because of a chuckle?

The voice of the governor was knocked out with the fingertips, one by one, like a heavy hammer, Gu Fengyao glanced at him: "The meeting continues."

Manager Mu couldn't even laugh, the sound just now made everyone in the conference room tremble and stopped involuntarily.

After Gu Fengyao finished speaking, the phone vibrated again.

When he saw the news about Qin Xixi below, the smile on his face quickly faded, he saved the video with a long press, and deleted the person neatly.

Qin Xixi typed, and glanced at Gu Qianhuan from time to time. When sending out, a red exclamation mark popped up in the dialog box: (You are not the friend of the other party, have you passed the friend verification)

Qin Xixi: "..."

This is definitely jealous, jealous!

The little sister-in-law is attractive, who doesn't like him?Who doesn't want to hang out with great painters, even an art idiot like Qin Xixi can see how great Gu Qianhuan's potential is!

Qin Xixi put away her mobile phone, muttered a few words, looked over the crowd, and looked at the young man surrounded by stars.

Gu Qianhuan put down the brush, his eyes reflected the frame of the painting, his eyes were extremely bright, and the dazzling light became more and more radiant due to burning.

"Papa——papa—" I don't know who applauded first, and people were constantly attracted by the sound. As the painting came into view, the applause flowed into the sea like a stream, endlessly.

Li Yun was even more reluctant to look away, his eyes were moist, he clapped his hands, and praised without hesitation: "Very good."

I thought the child would be devastated, but no one expected that he would hand in such a satisfying, no, extremely satisfying answer—the semi-finished painting already has a burning texture, not the softness of the moonlight. The pure white painted on the surface has a kind of cruelty that pierces the eyeball, and the emotion that is ready to come out rushes to the face. This is the irreplaceable key of oil painting-it is the transmission of emotion, conveyed by the brush, and art communicates with humanity and soul.

Gu Qianhuan was stunned for a moment and lowered his eyes. Probably only he knew what mood he was in when he painted this painting. The blank canvas was his outlet. After the hearty painting, the overdrawn transitional emotions began to counterattack.

Gu Qianhuan squeezed her trembling fingertips: "Thank you teacher for your guidance."

Li Yun waved his hand with a smile: "I'm not pointing this out. You continue to follow your train of thought. The emotion expressed in this painting is stronger than that of "Yuan." In short, it is also better.

After he finished speaking, he paused, frowned, and sighed: "Qian Huan, you must speak up if you have anything to say."

Gu Qianhuan raised her head abruptly, met his concerned gaze, and felt warm in her heart. He said softly, "I know, teacher, I know my situation very well."

Li Yun left after speaking.

Qin Xixi rolled his eyes and sneaked to the last one. Although he has no artistic talent, it did not prevent him from admiring the genius. He looked at Gu Qianhuan with admiration: "Sister-in-law, cough, Qianhuan, I recorded a video just now. "

Gu Qianhuan was stunned for a moment, but still didn't understand what he meant.

Qin Xixi has already explained everything clearly, blushing: "You draw so well, I couldn't help it, so I sent the video to Brother Gu." Qin Xixi thought about it, and whispered: "Actually, I think, Brother Gu is a bit unworthy of you."

Gu Qianhuan was amused by him, shook her head and said, "What a coincidence, I think so too."

Qin Xixi stared at him blankly, just now the wantonness in the corners of the young man's eyes and brows was like a whirlpool, making him dazzled and his heart pounding.

Qin Xixi hopped and ran outside.

Gu Qianhuan looked at him with a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

studio.

Ruan Jiaming grabbed the corner of his friend's clothes, the concern in his eyes was evident, Li Yun's painting reminded him of what happened in the morning, the more turbulent and intense the emotions in the painting, the more worried he became.

Gu Qianhuan had figured it out a long time ago, and smiled at him and shook her head: "I'm fine."

How could something happen? He would never allow himself to indulge in his emotions. There are some things that can only be achieved by trying our best.

Ruan Jiaming stared at his expression, as if he really didn't care, he changed the subject lamely: "What's the name of this painting?"

Gu Qianhuan's eyes fell on the semi-finished painting, and she had a clear idea in her mind: ""Exposure"."

Ruan Jiaming was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Gu Qianhuan explained to him, but it was more like saying to herself: "Exposure means too much sunlight, and it also means exposure. When film cameras first appeared, there were often overexposure, glare, and burning. Later, someone investigated and found that it was sunlight. Too much, and it burns and melts the landscape."

However, he kept the most fundamental reason in his heart and never mentioned it—it was his last day in the bungalow, and the sunshine on that day was a turbulence that could drown people.

He will never forget it.

Ruan Jiaming was easily fooled by him. He is not good at learning and can only see emotions. However, if it is only for such a simple reason, how can the emotions in the painting have tearing pain and strength.

Even if this painting is only a semi-finished product, as long as it is not blind, anyone can see its potential. Even compared with one finely crafted painting, the gap can be called cloud and mud.

As the master of "mud", Xu Nansheng once again tasted the taste of failure.He glanced at Gu Qianhuan vaguely, the other party had already started to pack his things, his anger had no way out, and he was rampaging in his heart.

Gu Qianhuan was exceptionally sharp, and when she was carrying the suitcase out, she suddenly turned her head and met his sinister gaze, he smiled softly with a gentle attitude.

This kind of calmness made Xu Nansheng's mentality unbalanced, almost exploding.

Ruan Jiaming: "Huanhuan, why did you look back at him just now? It's really ugly."

In fact, Xu Nansheng is not ugly, even handsome, but Ruan Jiaming doesn't like him.

Gu Qianhuan smiled, and said nonchalantly: "He just stared at me for several minutes, I have to look back."

Ruan Jiaming laughed: "He is jealous of you, he is jealous of you!" At the end, he laughed: "It deserves it! Who made him nagging at the beginning, it seems that his painting is nothing but nothing in the sky."

Gu Qianhuan: "..."

Ruan Jiaming asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Gu Qianhuan: "You are in a group by yourself, how can there be time for me to interrupt?"

"Senior Gu?"

While the two were talking, a voice came in, and a handsome young man walked towards him with big strides on his long legs. When he got closer, his eyes suddenly burst into joyful light: "It's really you!" , Senior Gu."

Ruan Jiaming was already dazed, dizzy.

Gu Qianhuan looked at him, and was still thinking when he saw the boy tug on his coat: "It's me, do you remember that I gave you a coat on Sunday night."

Jiang Feiyan went to carry the painting box as he spoke, his enthusiasm was overwhelming: "Senior, let me help you carry the things."

Gu Qianhuan took half a step back: "No need." He paused for a moment, then softened his tone slightly: "Thank you for Sunday's matter, may I treat you to dinner when I'm free?"

Jiang Feiyan froze for a moment, and suddenly blushed: "Okay, okay." "

On the one hand, Ruan Jiaming had already looked straight at him. After the person left, he couldn't help gossiping: "Quickly tell me, sweet and obedient elementary school boy, how did you meet? It looks like it's very interesting to you."

Gu Qianhuan glanced at him, and walked out carrying the painting box. Ruan Jiaming's chattering voice came from behind him.

How did you meet?

The corners of Gu Qianhuan's lips curled up. On the day he jumped into the lake, it was Jiang Feiyan who found out and dismissed Shi Yan, and Jiang Feiyan also gave him the coat.

He rejected the other party, stumbled back to Gu's house, and then...

Gu Qianhuan's eyes flickered slightly, his steps quickened, and the paint bottles in the painting box made muffled knocking sounds. He still had so many, so many things to do.

At night, when Gu Qianhuan was mixing paint, the phone screen on the table suddenly lit up. Because there was no sound on mute, he lowered his head, and Ruan Jiaming passed by and said, "Huanhuan, your phone is on?"

Gu Qianhuan raised her head, her eyes were blank, until she saw the call notes clearly, her hands suddenly paused, and red paint was poured on her feet, flowing like a pool of blood, thick and dazzling.

When Gu Qianhuan connected the phone, there was the sound of shallow breathing on the other end of the phone, and a deep male voice entered the cochlea: "Huanhuan, it's me."

Gu Qianhuan clenched his phone tightly, of course he knew.

He said softly, "Mr. Gu."

There was a chuckle from the man, as if he was teasing a little pet: "Huanhuan, what did you call me?"

Gu Qianhuan was silent, he stood up, dizzy before his eyes, like a broken black and white TV series, snowflakes: "Mr. Gu, I don't know what you mean."

Gu Fengyao extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and the wind blew away the smoke. He looked up at the dormitory building where the stars were lit, and said in a faint voice, "Huanhuan, come down."