After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

Alijie took him straight up to the fourth floor, and stood in front of the penultimate room. Before the door was opened, there was already a faint smell of paint. This was probably a studio.

There's a reversible sign on the studio door that says "Lori Resting" on one side and "Oh God don't bother this lunatic" on the other.

Qiao Zhihuan smiled unconsciously. Although he didn't know Lori at all, it can be seen from these small details that he should be a very interesting person.

"It's kind of dark inside."

Alijie reminded, and opened the door with a creak.She quickly walked to the window, opened the floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains neatly, and the whole room was instantly lit up.

The walls are made of gray, densely hung with paintings, each with handwritten labels, and some are carefully placed in glass display shelves. The whole room is not so much like a studio as it is a display gallery.

"Are these all Lori's paintings?" Qiao Zhihuan asked.

Some painters like to paint landscapes, some like to paint and focus on people, and some prefer to paint myths, but Lori seems to paint everything, there is a close-up of a hand holding a rose, a person in a red dress by the sea, There are also all kinds of people in the high-rise building. It is difficult to sum up his bias at first glance.

Alijie looked at the painting in the glass shelf with gentle eyes, and it happened to be the hand holding the rose: "Lori's painting is basically her."

Qiao Zhihuan was slightly taken aback, and he looked at the paintings again.

That hand was just casually holding a rose, but the shape of the hand was extremely beautiful, it should be a woman's hand.

On the tall building, everyone was gray and came and went in a hurry, but the girl at the window on the seventh floor was not in a hurry, just looking into the distance with her chin resting on her hands.

The branches and leaves under the tree are messy, and you can only find out after careful observation that a girl is reflected in the small puddle beside her. She seems to be leaping high, her body posture is extremely graceful.

The water and sky at the seaside are the same color, leaving only a touch of bright color, which is the girl by the seaside and the only scenery in the eyes of the painter.

All the paintings seem to cover the entire world of flowers, spanning spring, summer, autumn and winter, but in fact there is only one person in the center of the freeze frame, Ye Cike's mother, Ye Xinyi.

"Lori... must love her very much."

"I think it should be." Alijie slowly stroked the picture frame, "Actually, at first, Matthew and I didn't understand. He went to Paris to see a dance drama, and suddenly came home excitedly, and I said 'Mom I've met my muse and through her I can see the whole world'. He called her 'Little Sparkle'."

Alijie gradually walked in along the frame: "Matthew and I don't understand painting, we all thought that what Lori said was just a whim - he was originally a young man who loved freedom and romance, until he started chasing the The girl’s performance, I kept writing to her, you said how stupid Lori is, she doesn’t know him at all, let alone French.”

Ali Jie stopped in front of a transparent showcase, in which there was a very long stack of letters, almost as thick as dozens of books combined.

Qiao Zhihuan's eyes widened slightly: "Could this be a letter written by Lori?"

This number is too amazing.

"Oui." Ali Jie confirmed his conjecture, "There was a tour, or in Paris, Ye Xinyi suddenly jumped off the stage amidst applause after performing, and caught Lori in the turbulent crowd - he said it was his whole life. Best memory, his little Sparkle smiling at him, trying to choke out a sentence in French, asking him 'Can you hand me today's letter?'”

"She took him to the backstage, and in front of him, she took out all the letters at once, from the first letter to the latest one, neatly arranged, and put them into a square box. Lori said, he was I made up my mind to marry this girl."

Qiao Zhihuan listened intently, as if following all of Ye Xinyi's performances with Lori, and a steady stream of creative enthusiasm burst out from her, expanding from "her" to "the world".

He didn't expect to get a response, and he didn't even expect to be noticed by Ye Xinyi, until the curtain call that day, when his spark rushed to him.

"It's so romantic." Qiao Zhihuan sighed.

"That's not it." Alijie raised her eyebrows humorously, "It's much easier for Matthew to chase me, 'Can I invite you to dance?' I said 'Oui' and we are together."

"Simple is good."

"Yeah." Alijie affirmed, her voice soft like a sigh, "I didn't understand when Lori brought her here, Lori is a quiet lake, she is a hot fire, my God, they are completely different , and even the language does not understand each other, but they are together."

"She came on the third day, and Matthew suddenly stopped objecting. He took me to see them on a date. At that time, there was a big swing in the back garden, and Lori was lying on her lap. They couldn't speak fluently, but they were all laughing."

"At that time, I also understood that they were suitable." Ali Jie said.

With such loving parents and growing up in such a fairytale-like place, it is no wonder that Ye Cike was sweet and laughed when he was a child.

"It's a pity Lori..." Alijie's voice choked, and Qiao Zhihuan immediately patted her shoulder comfortingly, "I'm fine, Chouquette. It's just that God loves him too much."

"I'm worried about Clair." Alijie shook her head, "After Lori left, he got sick again, and then Xin Yi stopped dancing. My dear, have you seen "Limbo"?"

Talking about the dance drama, Qiao Zhihuan's eyes glowed: "Lao Laolao's dance drama, with the theme of limbo, is very shocking, and the industry's evaluation is also very good."

Unexpectedly, Alijie covered her face, and the circles of her eyes suddenly turned red.

Qiao Zhihuan hurriedly asked: "What's the matter? Isn't it a good thing to be appreciated?"

"I know that "Limbo" is very good. There are people in our town who went to Geneva to watch it. I also know that they praised Ci Ke as a genius, but others were shocked when they watched "Limbo". I just saw some stills and was very scared. Fear."

A Lijie grabbed Qiao Zhihuan's hand, her fingers were cold, and her palm was covered with cold sweat: "My little puff, why is the world I see like this?"

Qiao Zhihuan was speechless for a moment.

He thought he knew Ye Cike very well, but he never thought about this issue.It turned out that he was no different from other spectators. The so-called understanding was only superficial.

But it doesn't matter, he still has enough time to get to know Ye Cike well.

"Chouquette, don't be sad." Ali Jie put on a kind smile, "He is much better now. A while ago, he asked someone to send me a painting."

A Lijie got up, and led Qiao Zhihuan to the end showcase. Inside, there were photos of Ye Cike when he was a child. Qiao Zhihuan's eyes wandered around, and he was attracted by the painting placed at the front of the showcase.

The brushstrokes in this painting are much more delicate and gentle, almost like a light purple dream.

The main body of the picture is a sleeping god with his knees wrapped around his knees, his transparent wings gently retracted, covering his clean and beautiful body, and emitting a faint glow.

This is the painting that Ye Cike completed on the day of the lighthouse at sunrise.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, both Ye Cike and him knew that it was him in the painting.

Alijie smiled lovingly: "After Lori left, he has never painted such a brilliant painting."

"...I knew right then that he had also met his own 'little spark'."

As if someone had suddenly clenched her heart, Qiao Zhihuan felt her side cheeks slowly burning.

Ye Cike actually passed the painting to Alijie so early.

He is only thankful now that what Ye Cike posted is a painting, and the painting is different from the real person. Maybe Ali Jie and Matthew can't tell that it is him in the painting.

"...Later, Matthew showed me this picture, and I knew it should be you."

In an instant, all the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, rushing straight up, making Qiao Zhihuan dizzy and short of breath, and his heart was beating wildly.

Allie knows.

From the beginning, understand their relationship.

In the past few days, Alijie's gentle special treatment suddenly all had a direction.

A Li Jie turned out the saved photos, it was the moment when Ye Cike smiled, lifted him up, and turned around lightly and quickly at the end of the first performance.

The photos are extremely clear, which can be said to be a shining proof.

Qiao Zhihuan closed her eyes and calmed down her emotions. Seeing him like this, Ali Jie laughed immediately: "Don't be stressed, Chouquette. I'm not young, but I'm not rigid. I know you are suitable."

"The right people are always smiling when they are together."

Qiao Zhihuan looked down at the photo, and suddenly realized the reason why Alijie brought him here.

This afternoon, Qiao Zhihuan stayed with Ali Jie, cleaning the studio with her, and listening to her talk about the past.

The two of them didn't tidy up quickly, but neither of them was in a hurry. It seemed that this kind of simple getting along could tidy up the past and start again.

The whole afternoon passed slowly, and the studio was cleaned up.

Dinner was ready at this time, Alijie pressed Qiao Zhihuan's shoulder, and showed him the door of Ye Cike's room: "Go, go and call him to have dinner together."

Unscrewing the door, the room was very quiet. Qiao Zhihuan was glad that he didn't knock on the door, because Ye Cike was concentrating on painting.

Ye Cike sat facing the window with a drawing board, the glass color board on the left side was filled with various paints, and the plaster statue standing beside him looked down at him together with the sunlight.

Qiao Zhihuan knocked on the door and found that the studio was tidy.All the paints were hung with small clips, and they were hung on one wall in an orderly manner, but there was nothing to do with the ground. During the painting, the mess was like being bombed.

Qiao Zhihuan avoided the objects on the ground, approached lightly, and stood three steps away from him.

The huge white cloth covered the ground, and it was speckled with paint. Ye Cikemi's gray shirt was stained with paint, and even his slender knuckles were covered with paint. Blocks of color carved into shape.

People who know how to paint are really amazing. The seemingly messy color blocks are interlaced and superimposed, plus various bright edges. When the brush is swept gently, the fiercely conflicting colors become soft again. Unknowingly, the canvas blooms. A vivid flower blooms.

Ye Cike tapped his pen, then turned around suddenly: "When did you come?"

Qiao Zhihuan barely made a sound, and deliberately stood directly behind where Ye Cike couldn't see. How did she suddenly discover this?

He asked puzzledly, Ye Cike smiled and pointed to the glass drawing board, on which a figure was vaguely reflected, "I saw it when I was planning to color. Come, come here."

Ye Cike handed him a hand, and after Qiao Zhihuan covered her, he was directly pulled to sit in front of him, and a brush was stuffed into Qiao Zhihuan's palm.

Qiao Zhi laughed and asked, "What? You want to teach me how to draw? I'm a stick figure. Aren't you afraid that I'll ruin your masterpiece?"

Ye Cike lowered his eyes and smiled: "You should add a few strokes to this painting."

Standing far away before, Qiao Zhihuan only took a rough look, but now that he sat close to him, he realized that although the painting was a magnificent flower, it was also a dancer, whose whole body was stretched into beautiful lines to act as stamens. The last scene of their duo stage "Restart".

No wonder it should be done by him.

His hand was gently covered, and Ye Zhike took him to dip the color on the palette, because there was a distance from the palette glass, Ye Zhike had to lean closer, almost holding the person in his arms .

After dipping in the color, Ye Cike took him to try a few strokes on the glass plate, and the brush hung above the canvas, reminding him in a low voice, "It's time to paint."

Ye Cike's left arm naturally hugged him tightly, his breath was close to his ear, and his palms overlapped with his. The moment the brush fell, Qiao Zhihuan opened his eyes wide and immediately retracted the brush.

There was a gray-purple trace on the originally delicate and perfect flower, as if it had been graffitied by a prank.

Qiao Zhihuan felt so guilty that he actually destroyed the painting!

A muffled laugh came from beside his ear, and Qiao Zhihuan looked at him incomprehensibly: "It's all drawn like this, can you still laugh out loud?"

Ye Cike laughed even harder, with light filtering through his eyelashes.

Qiao Zhihuan was anxious and angry. He knew that he shouldn't have listened to Ye Cike, so he wrote casually. He didn't panic when something happened, but Qiao Zhihuan's heart ached.

He was in a hurry to touch a slightly wider paintbrush. Ye Cike had used it to sweep away the color just now, thinking it might be useful, but he just grabbed the paintbrush, but the brush was pulled out deftly, "Don't worry."

Ye Cike hugged him directly in his arms, and his smile disappeared instantly.He changed to another paintbrush, skillfully laying down the color on that trace.

Qiao Zhihuan leaned against him, the more she watched, the more frightened she became.

He originally thought that Ye Cike would be able to rejuvenate, but in the end he was scribbled.

Originally there was only one stain, but now there are five, six, seven, eight, and the flowers are covered with gray-purple wide color patches. This painting is completely finished.

The key point is that Ye Cike still looks confident, and doesn't think there is anything wrong in the slightest.

"leaf--"

"Shh-"

The stop was right next to his ear, as light as scratching a paw in his heart.

Qiao Zhihuan glanced at it quietly. When he was painting, Ye Cike's expression was focused, and the light and shadow carved his outline sharply, like a good tempered knife, sharp and pure.

Qiao Zhihuan's heart was inexplicably settled, she nestled in his arms and watched Ye Cike draw.

I saw Ye Cike skillfully changing brushes, superimposing color blocks on several stains, dark parts, bright parts and detailed highlights complement each other, and the picture gradually took shape.

Qiao Zhihuan understood. This painting was the dry ice fog that finally fell on him.

In just a few minutes, the "stains" gradually become three-dimensional and soft like magic, like paints in water.

Ye Cike's hands are not only straight and slender, but also can turn decay into magic.

As the oil painting came to an end, Qiao Zhihuan was fascinated by it, and suddenly asked, "Ms. Ye...why did you call Ruan Si to them?"

There is no such detailed information in the novel, if there is no guidance from someone, Ruan Sihuan and the others would not be able to find it.

The brush stopped, and Ye Cike replied in a low voice: "My Huanhuan... is really smart."

"There is also a profiteer. You asked me to stay that night when you invited me to stay, and the reason you brought us here was me from the very beginning, right?"

Ye Cike hummed lightly.

"Why did you do this? Are you not afraid that I will suddenly change my mind, reject profiteers, and leave with Ruan Sihuan?"

Ye Cike gently put down the brush: "Of course. Of course I'm afraid."

"But I have also experienced more scary things, such as watching so many people confess how much they like you, and they are willing to chase another world for you; for example, if you vote casually, although I know it doesn't mean anything, there is no me in it; For example, that day we all went up to the water, and in the rainstorm, you were the only one, and you were the only one left on the roof. You may not know, but I wanted to go crazy at the time."

Qiao Zhihuan was silent, and Ye Cike usually looked very calm, but he didn't expect him to inadvertently give Ye Cike so much panic and pressure.

Ye Cike simply admitted: "...I brought you here on purpose, and Ruan Sihuan was also called by me. We discussed those words and invited you together."

"Huanhuan, when I carried you back on the water and flew again, I thought about it clearly. I should put all the choices in front of my eyes and take a complete gamble."

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet you will be willing to stay, bet you will yearn for the feeling of dependence and companionship, bet..."

Ye Cike paused slightly: "You will fall in love with me completely."

Xu was uneasy, but after Ye Cike finished speaking, the room was quiet for a long time.

Qiao Zhihuan got up suddenly and broke away from his embrace.

This action is almost equivalent to sentencing.

The slender eyelashes fell, and Ye Cike suddenly closed his eyes.

In the past few days, he has been observing Qiao Zhihuan's reaction. Seeing that he likes Ali Jie, agrees to hundreds of billions, and rejects Ruan Sihuan, the expectations in his heart are confirmed one by one. He almost thought that Qiao Zhihuan really fell in love with him thoroughly up.

"Ye Cike."

Hearing his name, Ye Cike suddenly opened his eyes.

Qiao Zhihuan turned around, lowered her head slightly, and stood in front of him condescendingly. The light diffused from behind him, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

The next moment, his pupils moved like an earthquake, Qiao Zhihuan hooked his neck, stared at him with clear pupils, and slowly rode on him.

Qiao Zhihuan smiled very lightly, he has never been so charming.

"Congratulations, you won."

He pressed Ye Cike's forehead, and his voice was filled with magic: "Takeme."

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