I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

The midnight moonlight shone into the room, and the frosty white floor seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Gu Fengyao carried the man to the bedroom, the eyes of the young man in his arms were filled with mist, and the coldness between his brows and eyes faded away, leaving only a beautiful scenery.Tick-tock drops of water fell on the floor, and were covered by the sound of footsteps.

After taking two steps, Gu Fengyao suddenly stopped, turned around, and the young man in his arms suddenly opened his eyes wide, and tears rolled down from those drunken eyes.

Gently rubbing his soft lips with his fingertips, Gu Fengyao said in a regretful tone, "Promise me a portrait, you haven't finished it yet."

Gu Qianhuan's face was filled with anger, mixed with astonishment, he bit the man's fingertips: "Get lost!"

Provoking Gu Fengyao's low smile.

Heartbreakingly bad.

Gu Qianhuan seemed to be playing with dough in the palm of his hand, filled with masculinity from inside to outside. In the second half, he really fell on the bed as Gu Fengyao said, with nothing but tears.

The air conditioner was fully turned on in the bedroom, except where Gu Fengyao was, the other places were bitingly cold, Gu Qianhuan turned over and buried him in his arms.

A ball of silk tie was wrapped around his fingertips, he rolled it up, and even pulled his master——Gu Fengyao lowered his head, facing his tired but still open eyes, and gently patted the young man's back with his palm: "Why? Still not sleeping?"

Gu Qianhuan stretched out her other hand and untied his tie: "I want this?"

The man moved his finger down without saying a word.

Feeling his movement, Gu Qianhuan froze.The next moment, the tips of his ears were covered with heat, Gu Fengyao hoarse his voice, and said in a nostalgic tone: "Okay, but my things are not easy to take, Huanhuan has to pay a little price first."

He said, covering the young man's eyes with the dark blue tie.

His eyes were plunged into darkness, only the voice in his ears, the beating heart in his palm, Gu Qianhuan pursed his lips, touching the tie with trembling fingers.

A night without dreams.

On May 31st, Jingda's internal selection competition officially started, only for students of the oil painting department.Such a requirement meant that the scale of the competition would not be too large. Registered students only need to submit their paintings to the c1 laboratory building, and then there will be special judges to select them. The students who pass will be recommended by the school to participate in the real painting exhibition competition in June.

After seven o'clock in the morning, Gu Qianhuan was washing in the dormitory. After summer, the sky became longer and longer. At this time, the sun was already high, hot and fierce.

Those who can't stand it have long been prepared: open one parasol umbrella, look out from the window, and see a sea of ​​colorful flowers flowing on the road.

Gu Qianhuan didn't have so many worries. She wore a white T-shirt and walked towards c1 with a plastic-enclosed painting.Many people on the road were like him, carrying bulky picture frames and placing works one by one into the empty classroom on the c1 floor.

Not many people.

Gu Qianhuan saw Li Yun in a blink of an eye. He checked the list with a notebook and asked one by one. Soon it was his turn, and he reported his personal information and the name of the painting.

Li Yun raised his head and smiled after remembering, and joked: "You came so early today?" This is about the registration more than ten days ago. Gu Qianhuan was the last wave, and she also received a call from Li Yun to remind her.

Hearing his words, Gu Qianhuan smiled shyly: "I have learned my lesson, especially come early." In fact, he made an appointment with Gu Fengyao today to see the art exhibition held by the Qin family. Today is the first day of the exhibition , sooner rather than later.

Gu Qianhuan didn't want to linger here, so she changed the subject and said, "Teacher, are you here to help?"

Li Yun spread his hands and said with a smile: "You guessed wrong, I'm not here to help, I'm in charge of signing up for this piece."

Gu Qianhuan was a little surprised: "Why?"

Some teachers with less seniority than Li Yun became judges, but Li Yun was not.Although he signed up, he didn't pay much attention to the competition. Ruan Jiaming told him about it in the dormitory, and Gu Qianhuan listened to it.

Li Yun put down his pen, handed the list to the little assistant, and led him to the corridor.

The c1 laboratory building has just been built and has not yet been put into use. Except for the people who delivered the paintings, no one usually comes, so the corridor is very quiet.

Li Yun didn't shy away from it, and said directly: "You should know by looking at you, I didn't become a school judge." When he said this, his face seemed regretful and joyful, and he was silent for a moment before continuing: "You don't need to feel sorry for me, I didn't become a judge because I was a judge of Gu's joint art exhibition, there are some things that need to be avoided."

"It's a bit of a pity." Li Yun looked at him quietly: "I can't see your painting for the time being. I have only seen half-finished works of that "Exposure". Student Qian Huan, don't let the teacher down."

Gu Qianhuan regained his composure, and Li Yun said some words of encouragement before letting him go back.

Gu Qianhuan looked at the time. At eight o'clock, he quickened his steps, and a few people walked towards him as he walked around the corner, carefully carrying a painting. The posture was astonishingly large, but it was so funny that it made people laugh.

He dodged to the side, but he didn't hide the smile in his eyes. After making fun of a few people, Xu Nansheng Shi Shiran came in. I don't know if it was because of his natural repulsion, he saw Gu Qianhuan at the side of the road.

Gu Qianhuan was expressionless.

When Xu Nansheng passed by, a few low curses came faintly from his direction.

Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes, frowned slightly, a little unhappy, when a mad dog barked early in the morning, she couldn't possibly bark back at it.

The opening time of the Qin Family Painting Exhibition was exactly nine o'clock, and there was still half an hour before Gu Qianhuan arrived. The entrance of the gallery was full of flowers, with names written on stickers, the door was half open, and the milky white wall inside could be seen from the other half door.

A Maybach was parked at the door, Gu Qianhuan glanced at it, and turned a corner.

"Supervisor~"

When the car window knocked, Gu Qianhuan leaned over slightly, his brows and eyes curved, and before he could speak, the car window rolled down, revealing a handsome and cold face.

Gu Qianhuan softened her voice: "Good morning, Mr. needs to provide special clothes——hmm!"

The upper half of the man leaned out of the car window, his eyes were clouded with ink, and he covered his lips with one hand, his voice was already hoarse: "Huanhuan, shut up."

Gu Qianhuan blinked, still not understanding what happened, two heads popped out from the back seat of the car——Qin Xixi and He Jin, both of them had oh oh oh expressions on their faces, watching the excitement is no big deal.

It turns out there are audiences!

Suddenly, Gu Qianhuan's face was burning red, and invisible heat burst out from the top of his head.

How did he know that if he skinned himself, he would be seen by others.

Her wet eyes flicked around, but she didn't look at the man.

Poor and cute.

Like a smart deer jumping out of the forest suddenly, the curved antlers are fascinating.

Gu Fengyao seized the opportunity and let go of his hand. On the side of the street with people coming and going, his kiss fell gently on the corner of his lips: "Let's go."

Gu Qianhuan blinked, her heart thumped, and the world blossomed.

Because it is not yet open to the public, there are only a few staff members when they go in. The paintings of famous artists are hung on the walls for people to look at.

After walking two steps, a staff member in white clothes and black trousers suddenly appeared, with an anxious expression, and asked Gu Fengyao to leave.

Gu Qianhuan didn't understand, so Qin Xixi jumped out: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, let me show you the art exhibition."

Gu Qianhuan: "Just call me Qianhuan."

He clasped his fingertips uneasily, and asked puzzledly, "What happened?"

Qin Xixi shook her head: "Huh? I don't know either."

This remark met He Jin's merciless ridicule, and the two fought lip-gun-tongue, Gu Qianhuan found out that the original gallery was opened by Qin Xixi's family, and Gu Fengyao came here this time to cut the ribbon for the gallery.

Qin Xixi has always been big-hearted, so he quickly forgot what happened just now, and led Gu Qianhuan around from one venue to another. He was familiar with all kinds of paintings, and Gu Qianhuan said a few words from time to time, all of which were the finishing touches.

Qin Xixi looked at him with brighter eyes.

When they walked up to a statue of the Virgin, Gu Qianhuan's footsteps were slightly stagnant. The loving Virgin was smiling and holding the baby in her arms. The texture was realistic and delicate, and the person in the painting seemed to come to life.

Unlike other paintings, its panel is blank.

Qin Xixi's voice sounded at the right time: "This painting is one of the most important collections in the exhibition, and there is no introduction." He paused: "Qian Huan, did you see it too?"

Gu Qianhuan nodded: ""Maria", created by Gus Gordon, the father of the New School of Painting, and "God's Will" and "The Last Black Sun" are also known as the three masterpieces of art."

He was a little dazed, and asked, "But as far as I know, "Maria" should be in... Anta Gallery."

Qin Xixi straightened her back, with a proud expression on her face: "It should be in the Anta Gallery. However, Qin and Anta jointly held an art exhibition, and we borrowed it, and it took a lot of effort. It is said that it is the favorite of a certain big shot in the painting world, and it is still the same now."

Gu Qianhuan could no longer hear what he was saying.

Looking at the portrait of the Virgin Mary on the painting with fascination, the loving smile travels through time and space.

"Maria" is hung on the wall painted with complicated and gorgeous patterns. On one side is a half-person-high quartz clock. The gears rotate, and at noon, a chubby mechanical bird jumps out of it.

He often sees absentmindedness, and when he wakes up, the paint plate is almost solidified. The young man comes in, sees the blank canvas in front of him, frowns, and teaches him to paint stroke by stroke.

Gu Qianhuan was the most impatient. She picked up the paint and brushed it to spread the color on the top. She moved in a decent way, and when people looked closely, she was so angry that she almost turned her back.

The Virgin grinned and mouthed blood, as if she was going to eat the child raw, vividly.

Painter's father: "!!!"

Contrary to his gentle appearance, the painter himself has a violent personality. He picked up the child and spanked it on the buttocks. After the beating, he put the child on the soft cushion and continued to paint even when he was crying!

Painting in the morning and piano in the afternoon.

The child born out of the strong alliance between a painter and a musician is a genius who knows how versatile he is!

……

Such a long time ago, even he himself was a little bit amazed that he could still remember it, it was so vivid, it seemed like yesterday.

The milky white wall was a bit dazzling. Gu Qianhuan squinted his eyes, and his eyes were shining with water. A smile appeared on his lips: "Mary is the mother of God in the world. She only served as His mother for three days, and then died at the stake. .”

On the first day, God grew up from childhood to youth, on the second day, God preached the gospel, and on the third day, God died on the cross.

"What fire?" Gu Fengyao came late, and his leather shoes made steady footsteps.

Qin Xixi said roughly, the admiration in her tone couldn't be concealed at all, causing Gu Fengyao to take a look at the portrait on the wall.

"It's the first time I know this story." Gu Fengyao said, holding a rose in his hand.

Red as blood.

He looked at Gu Qianhuan and said softly, "The paintings are good, and the people are even better."

Qin Xixi curled her lips: "Who doesn't know you, I know, you have a more—"