I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

Gu Qianhuan and Gu Fengyao started living together.

In fact, nothing has changed. His daily life is very boring. Painting takes up most of it, and odds and ends are allocated to daily life.But the house in Wucheng has no painting materials, let alone a studio. For this reason, Gu Fengyao specially purchased a batch of painting materials.

That night, Gu Qianhuan was watching TV when he suddenly stopped him: "Mr. Gu, what is your account?"

Gu Fengyao stopped at his feet and looked at him: "Huanhuan, call me Fengyao." He didn't like such unfamiliar titles, as if they were separated from him by an invisible film.

Of course Gu Qianhuan disagreed. He wanted to add Gu Fengyao to his account. After receiving his approval message, he double transferred the money, then raised his eyes and looked at the man with a smile: "Mr. Gu, I still call you Mr. Gu. After all, we It doesn't matter now, it's not good to be misunderstood by others."

After he finished speaking, he turned back and continued to follow the drama.

Gu Fengyao's eyes were gloomy, the mobile phone received the transfer message, looked at the young man who had withdrawn his gaze, Gu Qianhuan yawned, and sank lazily into the sofa, he was like a proud cat with his own stubbornness, resisting anyone approaching .

Whenever he wanted to get close, the opponent retreated again and again, or just ran away.

There was nothing he could do.

Afraid of disturbing him.

He never realized that Gu Qianhuan, who was supposed to be watching TV, was actually watching him quietly from the corner of his eye. He was just curious about what step he could do.

Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes and looked at the scar on his wrist. The scab had already sloughed off, leaving a long flesh-red scar that almost ran across the entire inner side of his wrist. The broken curve was crooked but just like a delicate rose.

At the end of August, almost into September, the temperature began to drop. Fog City belongs to the south. There is a hot word on the Internet that the cold in the south is a magical attack, and the cold in the north is a physical attack.Gu Qianhuan didn't feel it before, but now she understands that Nanfang Leng penetrates to the bone, like small dense needles constantly piercing the bone marrow.

It's time to start adding clothes when I go out in the morning.

He always forgot to bring his coat, until one day, a coat hanger was added to the entrance, and a dark coat belonging to a man was hung on the hook. He looked around, and there were a lot of things added to this house, at least Gu Qianhuan himself, I can't remember exactly what it was like in the beginning.

Thinking of today's return in vain, Gu Qianhuan lay on the sofa exhaustedly, covering his eyes with his arms. He was very anxious and anxious. It had been a week, and Zhengjiacun was still nowhere in sight.

The letter paper left by the teacher only has a few locations, and the address of Zhengjia Village is not written at all. Gu Qianhuan tried to find the place name, and found dozens of places around Wucheng, which are still the teacher's hometown. With the name of Zheng Zhongxu, Zhengjia Village should have been famous long ago.

However, he discovered through actual observation that in such a closed village, young people leave early to make a living, and the rest are old people and children who stay behind in the village. They basically do not have access to the Internet. In their eyes, Zheng Zhongxu is just a stranger people.

Since then, Gu Qianhuan's investigation has stalled.

His arms were pressed over his eyes, and he was plunged into darkness, but his hearing became more sensitive, for example, the sound of the door opening now, and the man's slow steps.

At the entrance, Gu Fengyao hung up the windbreaker, and caught a glimpse of the young man's pure white coat, which was placed in a uniform black, which stood out, and the man slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Seeing such a familiar figure, he walked towards the sofa and leaned slightly: "Huanhuan, what's wrong?"

Gu Qianhuan let out a "huh" and didn't know what to do when he lay down. He actually fell asleep, moved his body, and fell from one side to another. The room was neither cold nor hot. He only put on a shirt, The hem turned up during twisting, revealing a beautiful waist.

Gu Qianhuan was still in a daze, and didn't notice it at all.

The mint green fabric sofa made the skin whiter and whiter. Gu Fengyao lowered his eyes and pulled off his clothes familiarly. By the time Gu Qianhuan realized it, a series of actions had been completed.

He sat up, put a small pillow on the back of his waist, and thanked him in a low voice. Gu Fengyao sat down on one side, with the chill of the outdoors on his body, one can imagine how long he stayed outside.

Gu Fengyao didn't mention his job at all, but asked him out loud, "How is it?"

Gu Qianhuan shook his head, pursed his lips, and grabbed the fur of the big pillow in his arms, as if in a daze: "There is still a family missing. I have searched through dozens of Zhengjia villages, but I still haven't found it."

He said and looked at the man: "Do you have any clues?"

Gu Fengyao's eyes flickered: "There should be one in Xiaolanshan. Mr. Zheng changed his name before. Someone saw him in Xiaolanshan. It should be his hometown, and there is also a Zhengjia village."

He explained the matter clearly in a few words, and Gu Qianhuan was stunned for a moment. He had been by the teacher's side for so many years, and he didn't know such secrets. Then he remembered again and said, "Little Blue Mountain is also my last stop tomorrow."

As he said, his short, soft, dark hair was as smooth as satin, and he lowered his head slightly, revealing lovely and extremely delicate twists.

Gu Fengyao's eyes flickered, and he twirled his fingertips, feeling an indescribable loss in his heart, and his tone became low: "What a coincidence, it seems that Xiaolanshan is very suspicious."

Gu Qianhuan nodded, and talked about the hanger at the entrance: "Did you buy it?"

Gu Fengyao nodded without hesitation: "It's me, is there something going on in the next few days for Huanhuan?"

Gu Qianhuan lightly frowned: "The place the teacher is looking for, except for Zhengjia Village, I already have clues." He is not the kind of rigid personality, and he couldn't find the seat of Zhengjia Village, so he started looking for other clues. As a result, all the other things were in sight, only this one, and nothing was found.

He turned his eyes around the man, knowing his character, if he was unprepared, he would not say these words at all, and if he said it, he was almost sure.

For a moment of lightness in his heart, he hugged the pillow and shook his head: "No more."

The corners of Gu Fengyao's lips curled up slightly: "Are you free to attend the auction?"

"The cooperation between local and foreign merchants in Fog City, many works of art, they sent me an invitation letter."

Gu Qianhuan pursed her lips, knowing what he meant, and wanted him to go out to relax. His eyes fell on the invitation letter, and there was a hard promotional card underneath.

Gu Fengyao watched with anxiety, he was not sure, but he still wanted to give it a try.

His eyes fell on his side face, which was so beautiful.

Gu Qianhuan blinked, and continued to look at it slowly. His eyes fell on the painting in the center, and his pupils shrank sharply.

His change was seen by the man, and the momentary change made him indescribable. He saw the faint watery light in Gu Qianhuan's eyes, and then his eyes fell on the center. It was a painting with fresh and beautiful colors. The name is "Rainbow Heart", which was created by the famous painter Gu Mingsheng who passed away.

In the wide-open painting, at the end of the Hongqiao with double rainbows, there stands a boy in white clothes. His side face is carved exquisitely. The artist poured all his love into him. Fall, he is like the angel in the Bible, leading people to heaven.

Gu Fengyao remembered his reaction when he saw the card. It was a party. Because of the power of the Gu family, many people came here. The businessman Xing Qun who sent him the invitation letter was also among them. He is the richest man in Wucheng. Exploration on the surface.

This matter is a long story, and it involves the history of merchants in the north and south. Since ancient times, everyone in the south of the Yangtze River has been known for its prosperity. Never separated.

To put it bluntly, a tree knocked down three people, a small cadre, and two other deputy directors.

The Gu family can take root in Jingcheng, so they naturally have their own way. They are not pure businessmen. Because of the particularity of the Gu family, they were a military enterprise that had been cooperating with the state in the early years. It was not until recent years that the field expanded and some products gradually disappeared. The current Gu's Technology is now still in control of advanced technology.

The relationship among them is intricate and difficult to explain in a few words. Gu Fengyao is the leader of the Gu family of this generation, and even he himself has a military rank, but very few people know about it, and he never says it himself.

However, several major groups in the industry have guessed, and Gu’s technology is so powerful that no one is too dazed to try it head-on. This time, when Gu Fengyao attended the banquet, a group of businessmen headed by Xing Qun naturally wanted to entertain them. It just so happened that there was such an event under his command, and based on Gu's previous movements, they thought that Gu Fengyao was interested in it.

Hence, the invitation letter event.

When Gu Fengyao saw the painting on position c, he thought of the previous double rainbow. Xing Qun saw him fascinated, and said with a smile: "This "Rainbow Heart" was made by the Chinese painter Gu Mingsheng. The master has passed away. Rainbow, in order to win the prize, I temporarily replaced it, this painting can be regarded as the finale of this auction."

Gu Fengyao vaguely flashed a flash of spiritual light, and the theme of the double rainbow reminded him of Gu Qianhuan at a glance. The painter's surname was Gu, and he was also named Gu. The spiritual light flashed so fast that he missed it, and finally took the card back.

Now, looking at Gu Qianhuan, Gu Fengyao had a vague idea in his mind, before he could speak, Gu Qianhuan had already said, "I'll go."

He put down the card, his eyes were bright and clear, he thought of something, and suddenly laughed: "I really like this "Rainbow Heart" very much."

Gu Fengyao couldn't adapt to this feeling, he always felt that something was out of control, he frowned slightly, and asked: "The author of "Rainbow Heart" has something with you—"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Qianhuan turned to look at him: "Because Gu Mingsheng is my father."

"He drew this "Rainbow Heart" when I was very young, and the boy in the painting was me. Later..." He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Later we separated due to some accidents, and "Rainbow Heart" therefore Lost, this is a painting my father gave me, thank you for letting me know the news."

At the end, he laughed out loud, with starlight shining in his eyes, under Gu Fengyao's sight, he got up suddenly: "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll go cook."

Gu Fengyao stood up, "I'll help you."

Gu Qianhuan glanced at him, and the deep meaning in his eyes made his heart beat like a drum. He was not happy after knowing this, and even felt unspeakable discomfort and self-blame. He seemed to know nothing about Huanhuan's past. .

Knowing only some simple things, Gu Fengyao looked gloomy, silently watching the young man who was busy in the kitchen.

A piece of cotton seemed to be stuck in his throat, Gu Fengyao couldn't speak, and after adjusting for a long time, he finally said: "Huanhuan, I will always be with you."

He knows that Huanhuan's paintings are very good, but how much hard work and hard work he has to put in behind it. Living in the orphanage, he didn't know how much his Huanhuan had experienced before he became the person he is now.

During the time we spent together, Gu Fengyao found that the material desires of young people were so low that it was shocking. The only thing he cared about was the quality and type of painting materials and paints, but he vaguely knew that this was an abnormal phenomenon.

It looks like a piece of flat and soft grass, but once you step on it, you will know that everything is an illusion. The swollen water and silt will instantly turn into a god of death, swallowing people whole with teeth and claws, and falling into a swamp hell that will never be restored.

Gu Fengyao's heart felt cold, and he felt a dull pain.

When Gu Qianhuan heard this, he just glanced at him, but didn't feel it. He lowered his head, cut the emerald green celery into small pieces with a kitchen knife, and the cutting board made a sound of supervision.

Time is fleeting.

Early in the morning, Gu Qianhuan set off. The weather was gloomy, and the dark clouds in the sky were almost overwhelming. The off-road vehicle was driving on the rugged and winding mountain road. Gu Qianhuan's face was pale, and her pale fingertips clasped the back of the chair tightly.

The author has something to say: Second update.

heart to heart~

Around twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, thank you for your support!

The title of this article was changed to "Slag Gong cried bitterly for me after breaking up"