I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

The sealed shell was cut open with a utility knife, revealing a layer of paper packaging inside, followed by the softest sponge inner pad, Gu Qianhuan held her breath, and peeled off layer by layer, the wide-opening "Rainbow Heart" was completely exposed In front of his eyes, his eyes were red and he blinked hard.

It's a painting by Dad, and he gave it to him for his birthday.

Gu Qianhuan didn't tell anyone that it was his birthday present. After that day, he was caught by those people who threatened to blackmail his parents.

He looked at the painting, and he didn't know how long it had been. He had grown up with such brushstrokes and tones, and he could see how much love and joy the painter had poured into the brush end to have such gentle brushstrokes, as soft as spring water. There was a breeze.

His eyes fell on the boy in the center. The colorful light scattered was different from him. His father specialized in thin oil painting. His paintings had the texture of oil painting and were transparent like watercolor. Suddenly, Gu Qianhuan was stunned. Living.

In the living room, Gu Fengyao put back the cover, heard the doorbell ring, he opened the door, the young brother was startled, and said, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Gu Qianhuan?"

Gu Fengyao shook his head: "I'm not, he's in the house, what's the matter?"

The little brother seemed a little anxious, and handed him a pen: "I'm an employee of the courier downstairs. I have something urgent now, so don't delay. You can sign for him first, and you can come downstairs to find me if you have anything to do."

Gu Fengyao signed the form and borrowed a black plastic bag, which seemed to be a cardboard box, not too big or too small.

He took things to Gu Qianhuan's studio, not only because of the express delivery, he glanced at the wall clock hanging in the living room, at this time, it was time to eat.

He lingered at the door before knocking. Although the door was ajar, Gu Fengyao always respected the youth. He said softly outside, "Huanhuan, are you still painting? It's time to eat."

There was no response, the temperature in the studio was extremely low, as cold as a huge ice cellar, without the slightest popularity, only the man's voice echoed, and it was a bit dead silent.

Gu Fengyao asked again, but nothing came to light.

His eyelids twitched violently, and there was an ominous premonition in his heart. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open—the floor-to-ceiling windows shattered the neon lights of the city, and the gloomy interior shone with light silver light, illuminating former youth.

With his back facing Gu Fengyao, his body was covered with a layer of light-colored light, and the light and shadow outlined his thin figure, solidified there like a sculpture, but the surroundings were a mess.

As soon as Gu Fengyao entered, he found that the place was terribly cold, and the biting chill came oncoming, and it penetrated into the bones densely and densely.

"Huanhuan, why don't you talk?" He approached quickly, the closer he got, the more he could smell a faint rusty smell, like - blood!

Gu Qianhuan turned his head at this moment, and the utility knife in his hand flashed coldly for the first time, and the reflected cold light burned his eyes. The young man looked up at him expressionlessly, and paused every word: "The painting is fake. .”

In front of him, the framed oil painting was cut into pieces by him, and a large area of ​​oxidized dark red was stained on the fresh tone. It was shockingly tragic, and blood continued to flow from his wrist holding the knife, and the scars on the cut arm were criss-crossed. .

Gu Qianhuan seemed to be shielding the pain, as the blood flowed out of the body and the gloomy emotions, it was completely released at this time, the blood-stained hand gripped the handle of the knife, and his movements of scratching the painting were like fighting for life.

Gu Fengyao only took one look, and his whole body was lost in spirit.

He picked up the young man, grabbed the knife in his hand, and threw it far away. He touched his cheek, and the coldness wrapped around his fingertips, only to realize that his whole body was as cold as a sculpture of ice, together with the blood. What was lost was his life.

Gu Fengyao was worried, took out the medicine kit to bandage him, and called the emergency number at the same time. Before the doctor came, he gave Huanhuan a simple treatment.

In the trash can, blood-red alcohol cotton was piled up into a hill. Gu Qianhuan, who was soaked in blood, looked down at him, and the oxidized spots were printed on his cotton white T-shirt. Gu Fengyao's eyes collided with him, and he was shocked , Those eyes were lifeless, looking at him without focus, as if they didn't see anything.

Gu Fengyao carefully wiped the wound with an alcohol cotton ball. During the whole process, he did not hear any sound from the young man. His heart was getting colder and colder, as if a big hole had been opened, and the last bit of heat was drawn out.

Rolls of gauze were wrapped around the wound, and were soaked with blood, Gu Fengyao's eyes fell on the side of the young man's face: "Huanhuan, does it hurt?"

"Huanhuan, would you like some honey water?" He was incoherent, he didn't know how to say it, and his voice was hoarse at some point: "Huanhuan, don't keep talking, Huanhuan, look at me?"

This was the worst reaction Gu Fengyao expected. Huanhuan had no reaction, Huanhuan refused to contact the outside world, and appeared in a state of depression and stupor. , that painting!

He was suppressed and flustered, and said restrainedly: "Huanhuan, what were you doing before, which painting is fake?"

Before the words fell, Gu Qianhuan's light-colored pupils turned slowly and slowly, and the next second, he grabbed Gu Fengyao's lapel: "The painting is fake, the painting is fake."

I was deceived, "Rainbow Heart" is not my father's painting.

He couldn't find his father's "Rainbow Heart" at all, and the sudden emotion completely overwhelmed him.

Before Gu Qianhuan finished speaking, she dropped her hands and fell on the sofa.

so tired.

In fact, Gu Qianhuan's condition has not been very good during this time, he looks much better, just because he suppressed his emotions in the bottom of his heart, he looks no different from ordinary people.The only difference is that he actually doesn't feel the emotions of those things at all. On the contrary, the more depressed he is, the more serious his illness becomes. Once he rebounds, the turbulent emotions can crush him.

And "Rainbow Heart" was the last straw that destroyed him.

Gu Qianhuan opened her mouth and closed her eyes lazily.

It was so uncomfortable, but he felt so tired even talking, and he was so tired that he couldn't bring up any emotions. He couldn't say it, and he couldn't describe this feeling, like falling into a swamp and letting the mud slowly swallow his whole body.

So be it.

Gu Fengyao's whole body was stiff, his throat was choked, he leaned over and hugged the young man: "Huanhuan, don't sleep, you are just sick, you will get better."

Soon, there was a knock on the door, he opened the door, and Gu Qianhuan was taken to the hospital. Gu Qianhuan almost vomited from the smell of disinfectant.

His mind was messed up, sometimes Huanhuan youth was covered in blood, sometimes he collapsed on the sofa, he sat silently on the chair, the only clue was the destroyed painting.

Huanhuan said it was fake.

If, if it wasn't for that fake painting, he wouldn't be like this, he wouldn't be like this, Gu Fengyao would rather be the one who hurt himself, why, why must it be Huanhuan, those wounds, how much effort he would have to make it like this ?

In the blink of an eye, three days later, Gu Qianhuan's condition was stable. He was lying on the bed, and the doctor who was consulting him left the ward. Outside the door was Gu Fengyao, who had been waiting for a long time. His demeanor became more and more calm and silent. After a while, he asked : "Doctor Li, how is Huanhuan now?"

The other party is the psychiatrist he invited, the internationally famous one.He didn't understand, Huanhuan's illness, obviously he took good care of it, obviously he has started to improve, why it still happens.

Hearing what he said, Dr. Li paused: "Before you said that the patient was diagnosed with moderate depression, but after observation, I found that his depression is developing towards severe."

Gu Fengyao's expression froze: "Impossible, Huanhuan was fine before?"

The doctor looked at him: "Did he stop the medicine or you didn't take psychological intervention? As for the signs of improvement you mentioned, there is a medical disease called smiling depression. I once experienced a case. When I asked the patient about the psychological , he smiled and told me: 'It's nothing, I just want to die.'”

"Some people are like this. Maybe they are escaping, maybe they don't want to be a burden to others. They will suppress their emotions, but this kind of suppression is actually feeding. Excessive suppression will be like a spring, which will either collapse or rebound."

Gu Fengyao lowered his head silently, why didn't he understand what the other party meant, after digesting some words, he walked into the ward.

Not long after, under Gu Qianhuan's strong request, he was discharged from the hospital, and he started psychological intervention once every three days. At this moment, Huanhuan's treatment was not over yet, Gu Fengyao was waiting outside the intervention room. He waited silently, causing other The little nurse in the department watched secretly. Because of this pair of handsome and temperamentally matched boys, the traffic in the entire corridor increased sharply.

Several little nurses were chattering and discussing, their tone excited and excited, such a beauty is simply a foul!It directly broke the dimensional wall.

Gu Fengyao didn't know, he glanced casually, and the phone in his pocket rang: "Did you find it?"

The subordinate at the other end trembled when they heard the voice, and faltered and couldn't explain clearly. Gu Fengyao frowned, and his voice became dangerous: "Speak clearly."

His subordinates were shocked: "I'm sorry, Mr. Gu, but I couldn't find it."

"No matter on the market or in private, the only news about "Rainbow Heart" is this Wucheng auction. You asked me to find it, but I really can't find it, but I have other discoveries!" He spared himself this time: "Gu Mingsheng, the author of the painting "Rainbow Heart", had a wife and son, and later the child disappeared. The couple came to Wucheng after several rounds, and then died in a car accident. Except that "Rainbow Heart" was written by him to celebrate his son The birthday present he painted, he has other paintings..."

Gu Fengyao interrupted him, pinched the phone tightly with his fingertips, his throat was tense, and he couldn't speak for a while: "You said, it was Gu Mingsheng's birthday present to his son?"

"Yeah, besides this painting, I have news about other paintings, although it's not as meaningful as this one..."

Gu Fengyao couldn't hear what he said next, he was immersed in his own thoughts, the birthday present turned out to be a birthday present, and there was an explanation for everything that didn't make sense, it was Huanhuan's birthday present, what should he do when he found out it was fake? How sad?

Gu Fengyao's heart suffocated, he didn't dare to imagine.

With a hoarse voice, he vetoed his subordinate's suggestion and asked another question: "Huan, cough, who is Gu Mingsheng's wife?"

Not long after, Gu Qianhuan came out of the room. Because he had just finished the psychological intervention, he looked a little brisk. He glanced at the man on the bench in the corridor. He pursed his bright red lips and said, "Let's go back."

Gu Fengyao smiled slightly, pretending to be mysterious: "Huanhuan, I will take you to a place."

Saying that, holding his hand, Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes to restrain the emotions in her eyes.

At the same time, Ye Shuchen was hanging out with his "friends" at the largest Qingye music store in the central area of ​​Wucheng.

Therefore, it is extremely tormented.

But he couldn't say anything.

Ye Shuchen is no longer the young master of the Ye family in Jingcheng. Because of that incident, he was dispatched to Wucheng by the Ye family on the grounds of becoming an adult. He was asked to study cultural courses in China under the pretense of being an adult. The Ye family rushed out.

And only get 100 million compensation.

Ye Shuchen's current friend is a young master from a rich family in Wucheng. On the surface, he is a friend, but in fact he is the other party's little follower. This young master likes to play music. Qingye is the largest musical instrument store in Wucheng. Only it can satisfy this need. The young master's needs.

In the magnificent hall, the staff are so busy that they don't even have time to entertain the guests, and this situation started more than ten minutes ago.

Ye Shuchen was puzzled, but the young master laughed out loud, and said firmly: "There must be a distinguished guest coming, look at that courteous look..."

He didn't intend to leave as he said that, so Ye Shuchen naturally wanted to follow. Hearing this pick up the guitar and strum it twice, he had to compliment: "Master, you play this piece really well!"

The other party snorted: "It's a guitar, this one is hundreds of thousands, half a month's pocket money for my little girl."

Ye Shuchen was taken aback. He had been with the other party for a while, and he would still be dazzled by his occasional words. The 100 million he had with him was actually his pocket money for a month, and maybe it wasn't enough.

Ye Shuchen was so sore, trying to adjust his emotions, when there was a noise at the door, he couldn't help but look over there.

The well-dressed clerks were divided into two rows, bowed respectfully, and the scene was like Moses dividing the sea, saying in unison: "Welcome!"

Such a big battle, what kind of local tyrant?

After seeing the person who came, the string in Ye Shuchen's mind suddenly broke, and the ridicule stopped abruptly. He looked at the customers surrounded by the shop assistants in horror, one black and one white, with outstanding temperament, the most shocked was the other party face - Gu Fengyao!Gu Qianhuan!

The fingers curled up involuntarily, fearful and jealous.

In the hall at this time, Gu Fengyao accompanied Gu Qianhuan, because there were more than a dozen pairs of eyes watching, Gu Fengyao did not hold hands, but just led his young man through the music area.

They came to the string section.

Gu Qianhuan seemed to have realized something, and looked at him.

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