After the sea king wears into the ancient abuse text

The night is getting darker.

The studio lights were still on.

Xie Qi covered the drawing board.

The room had apparently belonged to two people.

The whole is concise and elegant, but there are always a little tricks in the details.

For example, some small calligraphy and paintings engraved on the corner of the table, or small objects that occasionally fall from the drawers-most of them are exquisite and gorgeous.

Much like a careful display of affection.

No, it should be.

It's not that he speculates on his own, but...he once had such a room.

But then he got tired of hiding things around the corners, and he didn't want to be found.

He is obsessed with the space that is completely his own and does not want others to enter.

Today the room plunged him into an inexplicable silence.

It’s hard to describe this feeling, it’s probably some long-ago images suddenly appearing as if from a lifetime ago, as for what appeared in front of my eyes, it wasn’t everything that was intense at the time—it was just that I could clearly see that time was pressing in front of me, and I was a little bit disappointed.

But it just so happens that he likes to paint with emotion.

So, it's not bad.

When he left the studio, the floor-to-ceiling windows were filled with thousands of lights.

Tranquil but warm.

It wasn't his style, but it made him startled.

There was a man standing by the window, with his back to the light, looking at him.

"finished?"

He nodded.

"If you want to go down now...you're stuck here, but you need to clean it up," Yu Yicheng glanced at his expression, with a rare hesitation in his tone, "I cleaned up a small guest room—no one lived in it, and it's next to the studio."

He just listened without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Yu Yicheng walked up to him and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"...It's nothing," he seemed to slowly come to his senses, "it's just that I feel a little weak after painting. Sometimes I just finish painting like this."

There was a bit of softness in the voice, as if he was reluctant to speak.

"I'm tired."

Yu Yicheng didn't bother, and simply took him to the guest room.

It is still a simple style, but the tone is bright and warm, which is completely different from the studio.

There is a bottle of milk on the bedside table.

"You're so experienced..." he muttered behind him, rubbing his eyes.

"What?" The other party obviously didn't hear clearly.

"I said," he walked around to Yu Yicheng's side, "you really know how to take care of people."

"……do not like?"

"No, it's fine."

He took the cup from Yu Yicheng's hand:

"Good night."

A few days later, the competition entered the awards stage.

All participants are required to attend the ceremony.

Xie Qi's clothes are plain, and his description is light.

When he smiled casually, Fang Xian glistened.

In contrast, the attendees were more dressed up, talking and laughing at each other before the show started.

"Aren't you going for a walk?" Wen Ling came over with his signature feather hat and a wine glass, "Many people are looking at you."

"Look at me?"

"Hey, the Xu family still has some influence in the local area... Of course, it's not as good as the Yu family."

So a few days ago, as soon as the good show came on, the excitement came.

"By the way, Shao Lian and Xu Chi are both here today—you remember to control your emotions."

"Don't worry, do I still have to cry when I see them?" He took a sip of his wine, "You saw it too, we've broken up a long time ago."

Wen Ling smiled and said nothing.

Soon he understood what Wen Ling meant.

At that time, he was chatting with a high-nosed and deep-eyed foreign designer—the green-eyed designer was the first person to talk to him.

"You are more beautiful than your pictures."

He easily captures the designer's appreciation for himself—in every way.

This is also a role of the ceremony, to promote peer exchanges, commonly known as relationship.

The two chatted happily.

Just before he turned around to grab a glass of wine, Xu Chi was already standing next to the designer.

The Xu family has been rooted in the local area for a long time, so it can be regarded as an influence. Xu Chi himself has studied abroad, so he can basically speak a few words with the people here.

As for the designer himself, he had to give Xie Qi an apologetic look—who can ignore a possible future live order standing here?

No matter once or three times, the atmosphere here will become subtle.

He simply sat down at the small table.

Wen Ling walked up to him, feeling a little helpless:

"I was afraid that he would embarrass you."

"It's nothing." He brows lightly, "Xu Chi did it so deliberately, he is the one who is ugly."

From a calm and breezy appearance, he said:

"What you can't grab on the field, you have to play tricks off the stage."

Wen Ling hesitated to speak but stopped.

"You're right, but to put it bluntly, our industry is also about business. Xu Chi is determined to do this. It may not be easy for you to open a studio in the future." He thought about his words, "Unless——"

"Unless what?"

"Back against a big tree to enjoy the shade."

"Well—" Xie Qiruo seemed to have no answer, and just smiled, "I will find a way."

"However, Yu Yicheng speaks for you publicly, and others will not do too much."

It's just that some small stumbling blocks are mostly unavoidable.

On this point, Yu Yicheng was not talking nonsense.

But... everyone has his own ambitions.

Under his heart, he wiped away some small waves in his heart.

The awards will be presented soon.

"What do you think of your ranking?" Wen Ling pushed him.

"I don't know, the top ten? Anyway, it's higher than Xu Chi." He didn't care, "I saw a few good works."

"Maybe higher, your paintings are the most concerned - why didn't Yu Yicheng come to see your paintings?"

"He has seen it." Xie Qi straightened his back and blurted out.

Then, as if realizing something, she avoided Wen Ling's teasing gaze:

"I don't know what he's doing... The ranking is uncertain. After all, the blind review also depends on the personal preferences of the judges."

"It's not easy," Wen Ling opened the page, "The judging has been announced—uh, Aunt Luo is judging your group."

Rory's mother?

Xie Qi frowned.

The host on the stage was already reporting the count one by one, but he hadn't heard his name for a long time.

The top ten will be announced.

"However, Aunt Luo will remain fair in this matter..." Wen Ling's voice became weaker.

After all, Aunt Luo has hated his son's lack of focus for a long time, not to mention that Xie Qi followed Yu Yicheng into his gun.

Of course, the judges also have factions.

Even if they are both in the top ten, the ninth is of course very different from the first.

Xie Qi has always felt that this kind of competition is just a matter of looking at the rankings, and there is no need to worry about the specific rankings.

It doesn't matter:

"It's okay, just be in the first echelon."

The top ten are recognized as the first echelon.

Announced more than half.

"Top five."

Wen Ling seemed more excited than him.

He just lowered his head and swallowed his saliva.

No.2 is not him either.

As if deliberately creating suspense, the announcement of No.1 dragged on very slowly.

Yu Yicheng also appeared.

The suspense has not been revealed for a long time.

But he can't be in the top ten.

Xie Qi thought casually, his eyes resting on the glass in his hand.

Immediately, a white light fell on him.

The result is clear.

He stands on stage.

Above is his work.

The night sky and the dance party are intertwined, and the gold and blue are gradually blurred.

The flame is nothingness, from golden red to incandescent, from the golden hall to the silent night, burning straight to the galaxy.

What is gorgeous is not even the ball, but just the brushstrokes and colors themselves.

Other designers usually go on stage with the perfumer, but he is alone in the center of the stage, taking all the light.

Xie Qi remained calm, feeling all eyes.

It's been a long time.

It's been a long time since he stood on such a high place.

He thought he would be unmoved.

But in fact, the heartbeat will still be faster.

The host asked him what communication he had with the perfumer.

He replied that the perfumer has never shown up and his identity is unknown.

Then the host said, but the perfumer gave you full marks for the matching degree of your painting.

Xie Qi was stunned for a moment.

He heard the judges beside him whispering.

Ms. Luo's jaw was tense and her voice was cold, but she still said that Yu Yicheng had a good eye.

He saw the pairs of eyes gathered on him from the audience again.

Very familiar eyes, stunning, admiring, kind, jealous.

Although it is nothing more than the reappearance of the long past.

But the feeling of being noticed is still so dazzling.

He thought, he understood Yu Yicheng's regret a little bit.

But he didn't want to walk in the spotlight for a long time.

Just like after receiving the award, he still has to go back to the dark place, to his own habitat, where the wind and rain are always there, and everyone who comes is just a passerby.

Just as he was thinking wildly, he was suddenly pulled back.

Just around the corner in the backstage, almost no one was there.

The palm of the person holding him was hot, and his breathing was a little short.

"Nearly missed... congratulations."

He was staggered by the strength of the person's hand, accidentally bumped into the person's shoulder, and was immediately embraced by Xu Xu, as if he was afraid of his disgust and didn't want to let go.

"You just missed, where did you go?" He snorted softly, "I didn't even see you on stage."

"I'm the closest to you in the audience," he could hear Yu Yicheng's smile in the darkness, "I've been watching you."

"Striking genius."

He could feel Yu Yicheng tightening his hand around him.

"I'm tired." He neither moved forward nor broke free, half complaining, "there is still a reception."

"There must be a lot of people who want to know you—and probably want your paintings, or sign yours."

"I've already signed up for a personal studio," Xie Qi heaved a sigh of relief, "There are too many people...I told you a long time ago that I don't like these things."

Fierce, scrambling to be the first, sharp, heartbeat... He just warmed up briefly, and the excitement was only for a moment.

He still wants to leave.

If Yu Yicheng continues to persuade him, then he...he wants to refuse, and even wants to get rid of this source of pressure.

"It's okay, then we won't go."

Unexpectedly, Yu Yicheng followed him completely.

"Hmm... can it be?" He hesitated instead.

"Why not." Yu Yicheng took his hand and pressed it firmly.

He twitched back, and the man relaxed very obediently.

In the end, he didn't pull out all his hands, but lighted loosely.

"You haven't said where you were just now?" He shook his finger, "Could it be that you have an appointment with someone else?"

The little things in Yu Yicheng's studio flashed through his mind.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

Xie Qi immediately opened his eyes wide and stared at him.

This is his awards ceremony!Although Yu Yicheng did not have the obligation to come and see him... But didn't Yu Yicheng himself show his heart before?

Before his face puffed up, Yu Yicheng continued:

"It was hard to catch up."

A blue rose suddenly appeared in front of him.

The petals are delicate and runny blue.

"The season is early, so I tried to ripen it," Yu Yicheng put the flower into his palm, "it's the most beautiful one."

It is also the only successful one.

The author has something to say: I will enter V tomorrow!super happy.whee.Thank you guys!

According to the usual practice, hang two pre-receipts for yourself: after the divorce, the mark cannot be washed off & when the canary begins to tame the donor

[The mark cannot be washed off after the divorce]

Yu Shi and Lu Qian divorced quite simply.

Only three years have passed since the wedding of the century by the top AOs of the two great families of the empire, and the fairy tales have been shattered into jokes all over the floor.

After the divorce, the pheromones in Yu Zhi's body were entangled, and the marks could not be removed in the short term.

Either the former alpha participates in grooming therapy, or other age-appropriate alpha pheromones override the therapy.

That night, Lu Qian rushed to the door, bringing the top medical team back from the military star.

Yu Zhi only smiled slightly: "I'm getting engaged soon, don't bother General Lu."

He didn't care about the faint explosion of Alpha pheromone in the air.

Although it is violent and fiery, it shows the master's anger.

Yu Shi knew early on that he might marry Lu Qian.

He also knew that he had Lu Qian's shadow in his heart long ago.

After the marriage, he traveled thousands of miles to welcome the triumphant Lu Qian, only to hear a cold sentence: don't bother.

But at that time, Lu Qian obviously had a good talk with Omega who returned from the frontier.

Even sharing a bed seems like fulfilling an obligation.

Afterwards, Lu Qian became famous in the first battle, Lu Qian fought against all opinions, and Lu Qian was promoted step by step...

Not around him.

Not interesting.

In the name of marriage, Lu Qian fulfilled his wish to marry the best omega in the entire empire in his heart.

Yu Shi is decent and decent, and everyone in the Lu family agrees.

Yu Shi is a traditional aristocratic omega, he must restrain himself and not offend.

Yu Shi is delicate, he has to protect Yu Shi well and make offerings to him in the imperial capital.

Yu Shi... Yu Shi wants to divorce him.

#Never thought my wife would be gone like this#

Shuya is dignified and tough, the nobleman is subject to X only treats his wife, gentleman, ruthless style and marshal attack

[When the canary begins to tame the gold master]

Fu Shi picked Xu Nian at a glance back then.

A composer, with red lips and white teeth, and a nice voice, a little canary that suits him quite well.

The fly in the ointment is that he has a little temper - but after all, it is also his canary, and he can't find it in the palm of his hand.

So even if a newcomer who doesn't have a good eye comes to provoke him, he just thinks that Xu Nian will deal with him and let him calm down.

Unexpectedly, Xu Nian moved neatly.

Fu Shi's face turned livid: "An insignificant person is worth fighting with me like this?"

Xu Nian slightly raised his eyes: "It has nothing to do with him, it's because I'm tired of it."

The young composer Xu Nian was only a little famous in the past few years, but recently he has accumulated a lot of money and become famous.

The reporter interviewed: "Your works have always been good at love, but this masterpiece is the most touching."

In the camera, the beautiful woman with a beautiful face smiled softly: "Well, I have always liked a sentence——"

"Pain is not the nourishment of creators."

This used to be the only reason he stayed by Fu Shi's side.

The reporter didn't know why.

In the office, Fu Shi accidentally broke the cup.

For the first time, Fu Shi felt the power of the raging thoughts, and also felt for the first time... that people can be so ruthless.

"It's only at this time that you came to tell me that you found out that you love me?" Xu Nian sighed slightly, with a pity on his face: "That's really—"

Fu Shi's heart tightened, like a mortal listening to God's sentence.

"Amazingly stupid."

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The romantic, lazy, sober composer is attacked by x-faced and cruel business elites