Why is first love so sweet?

Relatives and friends went to toast the old birthday star, and came to congratulate the newlyweds one after another.

It can be regarded as being able to have a face-to-face conversation with the mysterious new member of the family. The uncles and aunts are more enthusiastic than each other. Before the wedding is officially held, they will give Sheng Yi a huge red envelope.

Sheng Yi was terrified, couldn't bear such arrogance and enthusiasm, and declined repeatedly, for fear that he would squat in because of the wealthy family's fraudulent marriage if things were revealed in the future.

In the middle of the family banquet, Rong Qinghe took the children to toast to his grandfather. Tang Yun explained to his grandfather: "Xiao Yi's health hasn't recovered yet, so he can't drink."

Rong Qinghe didn't feel bad for selling his son: "Let Xiaoyu drink for him."

The general's grandfather is huge, and he also wants to exercise this loving grandson, and he is about to pour a second glass of wine for Rong Yu.

Just heard the new family member who had never spoken much said resolutely: "Mom and Dad, I can drink."

Sheng Yi has always been protected by Rong Yu's family, and he didn't let him touch a drop of wine just now.Sheng Yi was very moved. He poured himself a glass of red wine and toasted sincerely: "Grandpa, I respect you. Happy birthday to you."

After speaking, he drank it with pride like a man.

Rong Yu opened his eyes, quickly took the wine glass from Sheng Yi's hand, "Hanghang..."

It's too late.

After drinking a glass of not-low-alcohol red wine, Sheng Yi's eyes soon became hazy, and his fair cheeks were slightly pink.

After toasting the old birthday star, everyone went back to continue the excitement, and Sheng Yi stood beside grandpa.

Rong Junhui thought he still had something to say, looked at him with sharp gray eyes, and asked with a smile: "Is there anything else to say?"

"Grandpa, I'll take him back first..." Rong Yu's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately took Sheng Yi's waist into his arms, trying to drag him back before something happened.

Sheng Yi lowered his head and suddenly pushed him away.

Everyone looked over in surprise: "...?"

Rong Yu closed his eyes and said in his heart.

Rong Yu went over and pulled him, calling in a low voice: "Hanghang."

"Grandpa." Sheng Yi raised his head slowly. Apart from the redness of his ears, nothing seemed abnormal. He smiled at his grandfather and said, "I came too hastily, and I didn't prepare a birthday present for you. If you don't mind, I'll show my talent." Let me help you out."

Rong Yu: "..."

Rong Qinghe asked Rong Yu with his eyes in surprise, what is this kid going to do?

Rong Yu was also a little dumbfounded.

It was not only because of his health that he kept Sheng Yi from drinking.

This person has a very poor capacity for drinking. He has been seen to be drunk a few times before, but every time he must make a big fuss.I made trouble with him several times during the school dinner before.

There is nothing to be afraid of messing around in front of him, but this occasion is really inappropriate.

Just as he was about to drag the drunk man away before he ran amok, Grandpa suddenly asked with great interest: "Okay, what talent do you know?"

Rong Qi was worrying that there would be no fun to watch tonight, so he stood up with his wine glass and took the lead to add to the chaos: "Good brother! Let us also open our eyes with the help of grandpa."

Rong Yu gave Rong Qi a cold sideways glance, and heard the drunkard say solemnly beside him: "Xiaoyu said that you like to study calligraphy and painting, so I will show you a splash-ink painting."

Rong Yu: "..."

Everyone present was stunned.

Rong Qinghe and Tang Yun were also stunned.

Everyone knows that Rong Junhui is a calligraphy and painting fanatic and has collected many authentic works by famous artists.The greatest joy of retirement life is to study calligraphy and ink painting.

Live and learn, and even ask the teacher to create by himself, and give away his latest favorite works to everyone.

None of the relatives and friends were spared, and almost all of them had received Rong Lao's works.I don't know how to appreciate it, and I don't dare to comment casually, so I can only respectfully frame it and hang it at home.

Sheng Yi accurately hit Rong Junhui's preferences, exclaimed "Okay!" in surprise, and immediately asked someone to arrange preparations.

Rong Yu had a headache, he shook the drunkard with the soles of his feet, thinking about how to end it.After thinking and thinking, I don't remember what kind of splash-ink painting this person can do.

The drunkard didn't know how much he was still awake, looked up at him with blurred eyes, smiled and blew hot air into his ear: "Honey, I'll give you a long face tonight."

The aroma of the red wine wrapped warmly around his neck, Rong Yu's downcast eyes were slightly darkened, he put his palms on the boy's shoulders and held the man in his arms to stand still, a little dumbfounded, "Do you still know who I am?"

"My wife." Sheng Yi was deeply involved in the scene, and when he put his arms around his neck, he let out a resounding mouthful.

Rong Yu smiled and said nothing more.

The painting table is ready, and everyone gathers around.

Rong Qinghe repeatedly confirmed to Rong Yu: "Are you sure he will?"

Rong Yu only knew that Sheng Yi did learn Chinese painting for a while later, but Sheng Yi rarely showed these things in front of him before.

With imperceptible connivance, Rong Yu said, "Maybe, let him try."

What is maybe?Rong Qinghe raised his heart immediately.

Sheng Yi took off his coat and handed it to Rong Yu, his demeanor suddenly calmed down, and he lowered his eyes, looking at the rice paper and ink on the stage.

Rong Yu helped him unbutton his wrist and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

When everything was ready, Rong Junhui stood beside the painting table with his hands behind his back with great interest. Seeing Sheng Yi dilute the ink in the inkstone, he picked up a big hair and dipped it in the ink. A few strokes of light ink were applied profusely.

The extremely wet ink smudged out like velvet on the rice paper, forming a raised figure that couldn't be seen in its prototype.

Others couldn't see the way, and thought to themselves, isn't it a splash-ink painting?Why don't you splash it?

Rong Junhui knew that this kid was capable just by reading these few strokes.

Splashing ink is the quintessential technique of freehand brushwork in traditional Chinese painting. Various schools of painting techniques have been formed in the long history, but they never deviate from the original principle and pay attention to following one's heart.According to different inspirations, it can be painted first and then splashed, or it can be splashed first and then painted.

Sheng Yi first painted with light ink, and then splashed with thick ink when the light ink was still wet. He boldly picked up the inkstone and poured the thick ink onto the rice paper directly.

Thick black ink splashed ink pools of different sizes on the rice paper. Sheng Yi's eyes were slightly drunk and concentrated, and he pulled up the upper edge of the rice paper, allowing the ink to slowly flow down to form several natural waterlines.

On the uplifted light ink that protruded randomly just now, the flowing ink line actually outlines the figure of the mountain peak, and the ink and wash mountain scene full of natural charm is preliminarily presented.

At this moment, the people around finally saw the doorway, and there was another sound of amazed wonder.

"Ah, so handsome!" Yang Yue excitedly took a video with her mobile phone, and elbowed Rong Yu, "Brother, brother Xiaoyi seems to have changed, it's so touching!"

Rong Yu's long eyes were half downcast, looking at the person in front of him who was shining wantonly, his pupils seemed to have been splashed with ink, and his eyes fainted with a deep color of unknown emotion.

Like a domesticated hawk being released back into the sky, the boy's friendly and easy-going aura has become strong and stable.The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up loosely, revealing a thin white arm with thin and raised wrist bones.

Sheng Yi supported the inkstone with one hand, lowered his body slightly, gently pinched the brush with his pretty fingertips, and quickly wrote and stippled on the spilled ink shapes with ease.

In the exquisite and skilled brushwork, the green mountains and green waters are infused with the soul, the trees grow agilely, the birds live in seclusion in the south, and the water vapor in the mountains slowly faints out of the misty fairy mist.

The seemingly invisible natural ink lines converge into a majestic three-foot fairyland under the integration of instant inspiration.

Everyone was fascinated, and Qi Qi fell silent, shocked by the infinite possibilities of the boy's artistic creation.

Rong Junhui watched too intently, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were pious, as if he was studying with an open mind.

Shocked by talent, the time passed invisible, and the picture scroll unknowingly entered the closing inscription.Different from Sheng Yi's gentle demeanor, his calligraphy is strong and powerful, and the ink is thick and thirsty, revealing an indestructible spirit.

Sheng Yi has been silent since he picked up the pen, and now he spoke slowly: ""Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Tianbao": "As constant as the moon, as rising as the sun, as long as the Nanshan Mountain, never dying or dying. Like the luxuriance of pines and cypresses, everything Er or Cheng'..."

"This picture of Shoubi Nanshan is for Grandpa."

There was a slight sound of porcelain, and the ink-stained brush landed lightly and steadily on the grid.

Everyone recovered from the shock and realized that it was over.

A few seconds later, there were amazements in all directions, and the look in Sheng Yi's eyes was different when he looked at Sheng Yi again.

Rong Junhui stepped forward to appreciate it carefully, his fingers trembling slightly above the scroll, his eyes sparkling and he exclaimed: "Mystery is not distorted, it is natural, it is wonderful, it is so wonderful!"

Everyone was amazed, and the surroundings were full of exclamations for a while.

Relatives and friends came forward to enjoy the painting first.

Yang Yue touched the goosebumps on her arms and whispered, "Oh my god..."

Sheng Yi supported the desk with both hands, and glanced at the ink painting with satisfaction.

Behind the crowd who swarmed forward, Rong Yu raised his lips slightly, holding his suit jacket and quietly watching the people in the middle of the bustle.

As if sensing his scorching gaze, the man suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

The boy in the halo smiled and blinked his left eye.

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That night, because of grandpa's kindness, they stayed in the main house of Rong's family.

After drinking, Sheng Yi seemed to have inexhaustible inspiration. Li Bai wrote poems after drinking, and Sheng Yi painted after drinking.

Once Shan Dacai's enthusiasm for creation came up, no one could stop him. Rong Yu helped him leave the venue early to rest in the prepared room. He passed by a wall in the living room. To paint a mural for his house.

After finally coaxing the talented man back to the room, Rong Yu dragged the talented man who was looking for pens in the room into the bathroom to take a shower.

Some people lose their sense of shame after drinking too much, and enjoy bathing services like emperors.

After tossing for a while, I put the washed puppy on the bed.

Sheng Yi's uproarious vigor passed away, and he fell asleep in a second after touching the pillow.

Rong Yu watched him silently by the bed for a while, took off his wet shirt, and took a shower.

In the eyes of the family, they are newlyweds, and they can only sleep in one room tonight.

Coming out of the bathroom in pajamas, Rong Yu turned off the light, lifted the quilt and lay down next to Sheng Yi.

Hearing the familiar breathing sound in his ears, he felt the long-lost natural drowsiness.

Just as Shen Shen closed his eyes, one leg was pressed against his thigh.

He sat up and gently moved that leg away.

As soon as he lay down, an arm was thrown over his stomach again.

He patiently removed that arm as well.

The drowsiness gradually subsided, and the moment before he fell asleep, his body suddenly sank.

The person next to him turned over, half lying on top of him, hugging him like a pillow.

Rong Yu opened his eyes helplessly in the darkness, feeling the familiar oppression on his body, for a moment, it seemed that he had returned to countless nights in the past.

He had already guessed the person's next move.

Sure enough, the hand on his abdomen began to move around, and it reached into his pajamas very skillfully, and the warm fingers climbed up gently, slowly touching his abdominal muscles.

Like a child who can only sleep peacefully after touching a familiar touch, Sheng Yi finally became quiet.

Rong Yu held down that hand.

He closed his eyes and smiled silently.