Abilities Named Color Painting Collection

"...Do you want to talk to Lantang?"

Gide sat in the room that Lan Tang arranged for him, restless.

The room Lan Tang arranged for him was right next to the master bedroom, and he could faintly hear the sound of the next room.

Gide sat up from the sofa, staring at an unobvious door decorated with oil paintings.

This is a well-hidden door, as long as you push it open, you can go to the next room.

Gide doesn't know if Lan Tangming understands that this room is usually assigned to the owner's wife.Also known as the lady's room.

Although he expressed his feelings to Lan Tang, Lan Tang did not respond positively.

Although the others could see it, Lan Tang himself didn't say anything definite? Words, now? But he did something like this again...

When Gide noticed this, he became agitated.

He wanted to ask Lan Tang directly if he meant it as he thought, but he was also worried that Lan Tang had just arranged it casually and hadn't discovered the existence of this door at all.

Then he pretended to be passionate, what would Lan Tang think, what would he think?

If Lan Tang only regards him as a friend, then what should he do?

Although others could see it, but Lan Tang didn't admit it personally, so the vague sense of uncertainty in his heart would not disappear.

But if he really asked, he worried that he was just being self-indulgent.

At that time, Lantang, who had already made arrangements, might move him to the same second floor as the children because of embarrassment.Then he really felt that he had no place to stay?

In short, I just wanted to ask, but I didn't dare to ask.

The next room belongs to? The sound of the vacuum cleaner stopped, and the sound of footsteps sounded one after another. It should be the newly purchased furniture moved in.

The next sound was the door to his room.

Is it his turn to arrange this room?

Still stuck in his own thoughts, Gide got up to open the door.

At the door, Lan Tang withdrew his hand.

He smiled at Gide, and walked in after Gide belatedly stepped aside.

The things in the house didn't show any signs of movement, they were still the same as before.

"Although this mansion is well-decorated? No one has ever lived in it, but there is still a lot of dust on the furniture. Don't you want to replace it?"

Lan Tang looked around the room and looked at Gide with a soft smile on his face, "When I bought this house, I only lived in it for a few days. Even if a big house is beautiful, one person can't support the freshness of the whole house, and it will make people feel more lonely. That's why I bought that apartment in the city center again... Speaking of which, we can meet each other , and thanks for the apartment.”

Gide suddenly realized.

Before that, he thought that the apartment was Lan Tang's house, but now it seems that maybe this is his official residence, and he lives there only for the convenience of going to work in the port of Mafia.

"That is indeed a thank you."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Gide realized his mistake.

He is now? Whether it is voice or expression, he must be dry, right?

In this case? Will it make Lan Tang feel that he is unwilling to live in?

He swallowed a few mouthfuls, wanting to ask about the door.

Lan Tang has already gone to look at other furniture.

"There is a lot of dust on the curtains, and they need to be washed again, but it may be too late to dry tonight. Do you want to stay in my room for the next night?"

Gide's eyes fell on that door.

He really didn't know how to talk to Lan Tang.

Lan Tang turned his head, only to see that Gide was distracted.

Gide obviously didn't hear what he said, but just stared at the decorative painting on the door.

Lan Tang turned his head and looked over.

That is not a famous painting worthy of praise, but the paint he daubed on it at will.

The simple stacking of strong colors looks like a raging flame in hell. It's not pretty, but people can't help staring at it subconsciously.

The strong unwillingness and pain inside almost brought him back to the memory of the past.

He walked over and put his hand on the edge of the canvas, "This painting doesn't seem to fit right here, I'll change it."

But at the beginning, he never thought that people would live in this room, but when he couldn't sleep at night, he would come to this room and stare at this painting until dawn.

And now? If Gide wants to live, this painting will probably affect his sleep.

It is appropriate to replace the bedroom with paintings that make you feel comfortable and relaxed.

Gide subconsciously stretched out his hand to Lan Tang, "Ah, no, there's no need."

He pressed on Lan Tang's hand, as if to stop Lan Tang from picking up the painting.

Lan Tang froze for a moment.He turned around, "Do you really like this painting?"

Gide hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

What I said was not the truth, but I really cared if I cared.

Lan Tang stared at him for a moment and came to his own conclusion.

He is not a person who will get to the bottom of other people's affairs. Since Gide didn't say anything, he probably has his own ideas, and he doesn't have to replace the painting.

"Then? Let's stay here first. By the way, the people who clean up will be here later to deal with the dust accumulated in the past two years. Do you want to go to the lounge with me? There are some books over there?... "

Lan Tang's relaxed mood suddenly stopped.

Books in the lounge?

There is a place to relax, with a big fireplace, a few chairs that can make people relax all over, and books that can be read at any time without any nutrition, and you can stop at any time after reading a little. .

None of this is the point.

The point is, because it's so comfortable there, he occasionally writes some innocuous poems there.

Some poems that he didn't even think anyone would read.Some, poems that he didn't even want to show others.

Lan Tang's light-colored face suddenly turned a little red, he coughed, and changed the subject, "First, check if there is any furniture that needs to be replaced, and I'll check the situation over there."

Gide blinked, and he watched Lan Tang leave as if he had just thought of something, and his eyes returned to the painting again.

Among the large areas of rich and deep colors, a strand of light-colored and near-white paint is unique among them, like a fire that sways in the wind and will go out at any time, but never stops.

Just like—Lantang himself.

However, did Lan Tang think of the things behind this painting just now?

Gide hesitated for a moment.

If you can't keep it a secret, it's better to take the initiative to speak out.

He hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door and followed.