halva[entertainment]

Tang Anran went back to the next room and charged the phone that had been turned off. The curtains were not drawn tightly, leaving a gap, and the white moonlight diffused into the darkness of the bedroom along the gap. Tang Anran used to turn on a small night light when she slept at night. , I am not used to sleeping in a completely dark environment, there is no night light here, this white moonlight can be regarded as a light source.

She rustled into bed, got into the quilt, curled up, covered the quilt up to her neck, and lay on her side, ready to sleep.

The smooth black hair was spread out on the white pillow, black and white were distinct, Tang Anran closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. She was just going to borrow a charger, but in the end... so many things happened .....

The heart that was beating violently due to nervousness just now has not calmed down yet. She couldn't fall asleep at all with the beating rhythm. The faster the heart beat, the more active her brain was. Su Qingji kissed with the smell of alcohol, over and over again. replayed in her mind.

The softness of her lips, the cool fragrance on her body, and the gentle eyes... the sound, taste and breath, all the senses seemed to remain.

It's a mess, it's a mess...

Tang Anran tossed and turned for a while, unable to fall asleep from left to right, so she opened her eyes,

Why did Su Qingji...why did she kiss her...

Tang Anran turned around and lay flat on the bed, covering her eyes with her right hand.

Is it because she drank too much, but...

That image reappeared in Tang Anran's mind. When she was in the Xingzhou practice room, she imagined that Su Qingji was like an iceberg queen who had tamed a white lion. She was surrounded by layers of fog, making it difficult to see clearly. Unfathomable, far away, noble and mysterious, untouchable.

Now, the Iceberg Queen seems to have turned into an elegant noble lady, lazily holding the docile and noble puppet cat in her arms. Unpredictable smile.

I have to admit that the current Su Qingji is very different from what he used to know. Tang Anran dare not think at all, when did she and Su Qingji become the way they are getting along with each other now? Get along, is this close?

Or...is it intimate...?

What should this kiss be counted as tonight? Will she remember it when she wakes up tomorrow morning...

It was because there was a kissing scene in that episode, and she got drunk, that's why...

Tang Anran's mind was in a mess, she couldn't figure out what Su Qingji was thinking, and she couldn't figure it out, even if the most mysterious fog on her body had been solved, even if she knew that she was from the Su family of the Canghai Group, even if she understood These, even if Su Qingji had a good temper in front of her, even if she said that she was her only apprentice...

Even if the relationship is gradually improved, Su Qingji...is still a distant existence. A person like her, with such a background and such achievements, is like a star shining in the sky...but out of reach....

Tang Anran flipped left and right, and finally covered her head.

Forget it, don't think about it, don't think about anything, go to sleep.

It's not like I haven't kissed before, it's a scene in the movie, and she drank too much, that's why she did it like this, be more calm and generous, why bother to stick to the horns?

I always wonder if Su Qingji is doing something interesting to me, why do I feel so good about myself?

Why bother to think about these impossible things, she'd better stop worrying about it.

There was nothing around her on the empty bed. At home, she would put the dolls around and sleep in the middle. In the strange environment, Tang Anran didn't sleep well. The dream was too chaotic, and she woke up halfway. Several times, I also woke up early the next morning.

When Su Qing went downstairs at 08:30, Tang Anran was in the living room carefully looking at a painting standing in the entrance.

The oil painting was framed in a simple black frame. In the painting was the white sand and blue sea under the setting sun. The sea and sky were burnt into one piece by the setting sun. The colors of orange, pink, white and blue were boldly mixed together, and the color palette was gorgeous. And the composition is dreamlike.

Su Qingji stopped walking down the stairs, Tang Anran didn't hear her coming down, and was bending over to read the artist's signature in the lower right corner, Su Qingji stood on the stairs for a while, looking at her back view.

Tang Anran was still wearing the white long-sleeved bottoming shirt from yesterday, her long hair was simply tied with a hair tie, and hung loosely on her back.

For half the salary, Su Qingji slightly opened his lips, "Morning."

Hearing the sound, Tang Anran stood up straight and turned her head. When she saw Su Qing offering sacrifices, her expression was a little unnatural for a moment, and she hid her eyes for a while, but she still greeted obediently: "Teacher Su."

"Well," Su Qingji walked in her direction, glanced at the lower right corner of the painting, then looked into her eyes, and said softly, "Why did you wake up so early?"

Tang Anran smiled, "I couldn't fall asleep after waking up in the morning, so I just got up."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Maybe I changed the environment suddenly, and I didn't sleep well."

Su Qingji observed her complexion, "I have dark circles under my eyes? Do you want to go up and rest for a while?"

"It's all right, no need," Tang Anran waved her hand, "I'm not sleepy now."

Seeing this, Su Qingji slightly nodded, "Alright then."

The sun was still shining today, Su Qingji turned his head to look out the French windows.

Looking at her, Tang Anran remembered what happened last night, so she didn't dare to look at her, but Su Qingji didn't seem to remember it at all. She looked away from the window and said very naturally: "I'll tell Fu Fu later. Jin made a phone call. I saw WeChat just now. She sent me a message at two o'clock last night, saying that the matter of the illegitimate child has been dealt with. I will ask her the specific situation later. Just drive home and rest well when you get home."

Tang Anran swallowed the entanglement in her heart all night on how to face her this morning, followed her topic and nodded: "Okay."

Su Qingji looked behind her, "This painting...do you like it?"

Tang Anran followed her and looked behind her.

Su Qingji added, "I just came down to see how seriously you watched."

"Just now I thought the color was beautiful, so I took a closer look." Tang Anran looked down, "I felt a bit familiar with the artist's signature, so I took a second look."

Su Qingji took two steps closer, bent slightly, and a string of black signatures with continuous strokes was hidden in the lower right corner of the screen. The signature was a string of letters, with cursive strokes, and it was impossible to make out what was written at all. .

But she knows what the signature says, Italian, EgleRossi.

The person who painted this picture was Jian Ai.

All the paintings in her villa are Jian Ai's. When she moved all of Jian Ai's paintings from You Luo, she has not come back from abroad. This villa has not even been decorated, it is completely used as a warehouse Using.Later, when she returned to China, she asked a decoration company to renovate the villa. The interior designer saw that there were so many dusty oil paintings here, and couldn't bear it, so she picked a few of them as interior art decorations, and Su Qingji came to check and accept them. I saw it when I was there, but she didn't come to live in this villa, so she didn't care about Jian Ai's paintings standing all over the room.

Now Tang Anran noticed it.

"Does this signature look familiar to you?" Su Qingji asked her, "So did you recognize who painted it?"

Tang Anran hesitated, "I looked at this signature...it seems to be...Jane Ai's?"

Su Qingji looked at her reaction, smiled and said, "Why is your tone so uncertain?"

Tang Anran asked: "So she drew it?"

Su Qingji didn't hide anything, nodded and said, "Yes, yes."

Hearing this, Tang Anran's expression suddenly dawned, and her eyes fell on the signature, "Jian Ai gave me a picture album, I remember her signature in the lower right corner is like this, but... her paintings are not like this at all. style, so I'm not sure."

"Not this style?" Su Qingji looked back, "What kind of style is that?"

Didn't Jian Ai always draw like this?That kind of modern impressionist oil painting, with bright colors and strong contrast, dreamy light and shadow, hazy and blurred, and——

Thinking of this, her eyes narrowed.

No, wait...

Su Qingji suddenly thought... That night, the full-body portrait of Tang Anran moved out of Jian Ai's studio, the details down to every hair were extremely realistic, that painting... Obviously, it was Hyper realistic style.

And here, all Jian Ai's oil paintings are impressionist.

Looking at it this way, her painting style... seems to have changed?

Thoughts flashed across Su Qingji's eyes, and he opened his lips and said to Tang Anran: "This is indeed drawn by Jian Ai. All my paintings here are hers. Didn't I tell you before that I have quite a few of her works."

Tang Anran looked around, and as far as she could see, she could see oil paintings in twos and threes, standing or hanging, and of different sizes. She sighed a little, "So she has painted this style of painting, I always thought she Only painting hyper-realistic, this is the first time I have seen this.”

Su Qingji was a little puzzled, "Haven't you known her for many years, didn't you know that she is famous for her impressionist oil paintings?"

Tang Anran was stopped by the question, she sneered, shook her head and said: "I really don't know..." When she said this, her tone recalled, "But I remember we also talked about her painting style. ....Before I praised her for her super-realistic paintings, which are as realistic as photos. She said that she started painting hyper-realistic paintings only a few years ago. It turned out that her paintings were not super-realistic, but another style. I asked Why did she suddenly change her painting style after painting for so many years, did she want to master another genre and break through herself? She answered me, no, it was because she encountered a bottleneck and had to turn to super-realistic painting.”

"Bottleneck?" Su Qingji raised his eyebrows lightly, "What kind of bottleneck can a genius artist like her encounter?"

Is it fun to linger in the flowers every day, and there is still a time bottleneck?

Su Qingji was contemptuous in his heart, but his expression was not obvious, and his tone was as usual. Tang Anran didn't feel any abnormality, so he replied: "It seems... It's because of relationship problems, I don't know the details. When the incident happened, she became very depressed, and we never mentioned it again."