Warm and respectful people

At the end of the year, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere.

When Xia Wen came home at night, standing at the entrance of the corridor and looking up, he could see the tail of fireworks lit up in the far suburbs.

Although the workload increased at the end of the year, she didn't feel too tired, and her life was much better than before.

When I opened the door and went in, the phone was placed in the bag that hadn't been zipped up, and turned sideways to light up a few times.

She helped the cabinet to change her shoes. After changing, she sat on the floor of the entrance and took out her mobile phone to look at it.

Among the red dots, she leaned her chin on her lap and looked at them boredly. Most of them were holiday wishes from friends, as well as Shen Anan's irregular links.

Until she clicked on it, it showed that it was a message sent by Lin Yunshen.

Click to open is a picture, and a few short sentences.

Although it was a thumbnail picture, Xia Wen still saw the painting of herself in the picture at a glance, the one she drew for Shen Xueyu in her memory when she was in college.

The painting has moved with her many times, and every time it is sealed in a large photo frame and wrapped in heavy cloth, she rarely unfolds the painting, because there are too many traces of the past in this painting .

It's not just Shen Xueyu on the screen.

There is also the endless love I had when I was young.

Because of her refusal to reject that period of time, she seldom took out this painting these years, although it is indeed, as Xu Fengmian said, the best work she has painted in these years.

Xia Wen's fingers caressed the screen of the mobile phone, and they were almost identical characters, whether it was the outline, face, expression, or even the most special light and shadow in the whole painting.

The pixel of the photo is very high, she enlarged the picture infinitely, and her heart tightened.

This painting is not painted by myself, because the light and shadow polishing skills of this painting are even superior to my own.

And the most crucial point is that Xia Wen is definitely not her own.

Just when she couldn't understand, Xu Fengmian's call came in.

"Do you know that your painting is now signed by Lin Weiwei." Xu Fengmian's words were a little sarcastic, although Xia Wen knew that she was caring about herself.

The other party became annoyed first: "You said you are a fool, how could I be fooled with you? A painting that has never been published before is simply handed over to someone who doesn't understand."

The other party was still rambling, but Xia Wen probably knew the cause and effect of this matter.

Her painting was plagiarized by Lin Weiwei, and the editing in the middle was the only possible problematic link.

Xia Wen, who was sitting on the floor, forgot to stand up, and her mind went blank. She never thought that one day she would encounter such a thing, and it was the work she cared most about.

For a moment, she was a little dazed, and she didn't even know what to do.

The hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously, and she heard her own voice trembling: "Are you sure it's Lin Weiwei?"

After all, the other party is a celebrity in today's domestic painting circles, and she is just one of many practitioners, so she came to copy herself?

Xu Fengmian on the other end of the phone has never had a filter for Lin Weiwei, she hummed: "Lin Yunshen informed me, I just confirmed with a friend of mine, and Lin Weiwei will exhibit your painting in just a few days , with her name on it."

At this moment, Xu Fengmian is standing on the balcony of her living room, behind her are towering tall buildings and river views. She is wearing only a black sweater, and her eyes are looking out from afar.

"Wen Wen, although I'm not an artist like you, I have also photographed a few things with those bosses. You are probably the only one who doesn't know the value of your paintings. What Lin Weiwei has sold in the past five years is for you. The picture drawn by Shen Xueyu, her painting has already come to an end."

Xu Fengmian seemed to have thought of something, and sneered: "Wen Wen, the appearance of your favorite sister when you were young is about to be snatched away."

Xia Wen is very familiar with this sentence.

This is what Xia Wen said to Xu Fengmian when he threw his head over Shen Xueyu.

When creating this painting back then, Xia Wen just drew her appearance when she first met Shen Xueyu, which was also her favorite appearance.

When I was a child, I didn't have a deep concept of beauty and ugliness. A little girl don't have a fancy hairpin, and the school uniform skirt is a few inches shorter, which is considered well-dressed. It is unimaginable for someone to wear lipstick every day.

At that time, she rushed straight into the bathroom of the Shen family, and the Shen Xueyu she saw was the most beautiful person she had ever seen when she grew up.

That was Xia Wen's first lesson about "beauty".

So in many cases, that painting cannot be regarded as a complete painting, but a memoir about the past.

But this painting is now signed by someone else's name, as if his own memories have been deprived.

After realizing it, Xia Wen suddenly stood up from the floor and said in a hurry: "I'll contact that editor!"

He hung up after speaking.

But when she hung up the phone and found the editor's number to call, the other party had already indicated that the phone was turned off.

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Lin Weiwei's domestic studio is located in a villa in the suburbs. On New Year's Eve, some children in the community bought small firework sticks, which ignited like a string of sparks.

A layer of frost formed on the fireworks sticks that had been discarded on the dirt floor in the morning.

After Shen Xueyu sent Xia Wen home, she received a call from Lin Yunshen. The two chatted for a few minutes, and she rushed over early this morning.

Lin Weiwei's assistant opened the door for Shen Xueyu rubbing her sleepy eyes.

There were these people lying on and off the spacious living room of the villa, and they were all tired from the New Year's Eve. The assistant received a notification from Lin Weiwei early in the morning. She pointed to a room upstairs and said, "Weiwei is in her studio. inside."

The door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap, Shen Xueyu pushed the door in, and there was a creaking sound.

The studio is very large, with several drawing boards and some paints of unknown colors in the corner, and three works hung on the entire wall opposite.

Lin Weiwei, who was wearing a long velvet dress, was sitting on the floor in the middle of the studio, with a wine bottle and glass tilted beside her.

The assistant told her just now that Lin Weiwei hadn't slept through the night for several nights.

Shen Xueyu's boots made a clear trampling sound on the floor.

After Lin Weiwei heard the voice, Jing didn't look back. She looked at the paintings in front of her and said, "This is a work that I spent several months drawing. I asked my friends to come and see them. They all said that I painted you This one is the best, I suggest that I exhibit this one, what do you think?"

Shen Xueyu swept across the wall casually, fixed her eyes on the pair of her own bust, and took off her black gloves while looking.

In fact, she doesn't know how to paint well. When she was with Xia Wen, she wanted to throw herself on the drawing board, and finally made a whole body covered in colorful dyes.

This is her first impression about painting, or about art.

The self in the painting is already very unfamiliar to Shen Xueyu, because the picture is extremely realistic, so she can tell that this is herself in middle school.

Her black eyes were stained with the winter chill, she glanced at Lin Weiwei lightly: "This is Xia Wen's painting."

After hearing this, Lin Weiwei giggled. Her thick black hair was scattered on her back, and the ends of her hair were gently swaying. She finally turned her head and looked at Shen Xueyu with deep blue eyes.

"But, look clearly, my name is clearly written on this painting."

The corners of Lin Weiwei's mouth were raised, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Shen Xueyu had already sensed that Lin Weiwei was abnormal, she had no intention of arguing with her, but just took a few steps closer, her voice was extremely cold: "You'd better not touch things that belong to Xia Wen."

It was early morning at this time, and there was cold sunlight outside. The studio was surrounded by thick curtains, and several large lamps were on. The light made Lin Weiwei's face a little pale.

She stretched out a hand and tugged at the corner of Shen Xueyu's coat, and raised her head: "Those who look at my paintings now know that you are my goddess of inspiration, and everyone is expecting me to continue painting your works. Lost enthusiasm for my other works."

Lin Weiwei's tone was full of sadness.

Shen Xueyu's expression was cold, her back was straight, and she looked down at her.

"I don't care about these things, I just want you to return this painting to its original owner."

After her petty prayers were not accepted, Lin Weiwei became furious. She clenched her hands into fists and slammed them on the floor: "Return it to its original owner? This was originally my own painting, I painted it myself!"

As she spoke, she smiled triumphantly, and pointed to the painting on the wall: "Do you think I only have this one? I have painted several. Even if you destroy one, there will still be a brand new one in the exhibition tomorrow." One, even now I can draw another one for you, it won't take too much time for me."

Lin Weiwei's smile became wanton.

Shen Xueyu looked down at her condescendingly, with a warm smile on her face.

"Really? That sounds interesting."

Lin Weiwei thought that Shen Xueyu had changed her mind, and she was overjoyed.

Shen Xueyu lowered her eyebrows: "In that case, I don't mind ruining your artistic career."

-

Xia Wen found out where Lin Weiwei was after many inquiries. She took a taxi here early, but she couldn't find the editor who still had her own drawing in hand, so she wanted to find Lin Weiwei.

She wants to get her painting back.

But when she rushed to the gate of the villa area, the guard refused to let her in.

The sun that had appeared early in the morning had disappeared behind the stratus clouds, and the fine rain fell, with ice beads between them, hitting the umbrella surface with a popping sound.

Xia Wen came out in a hurry, without an umbrella, a layer of mist stuck to the beige coat, the wet eyelashes drooped, and his vision was a little blurred.

Although the guard kept yelling, Xia Wen still rushed inside without hesitation.

He rushed halfway but was blocked by a person.

Her whole body, including her wet coat, was wrapped into someone's arms, surrounded by the wetness of rain and the familiar smell.

Xia Wen looked up, and it was Shen Xueyu holding a black umbrella.

Shen Xueyu took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the rain off Xia Wen's face: "Why don't you know how to bring an umbrella?"

Xia Wen, whose body was tensed up at the moment, was relieved at this moment, and she leaned forward to lean on the other person: "I forgot."

Then Xia Wen remembered a very important thing, that is why Shen Xueyu was here.

She was a little uncertain, but she still couldn't help but test it: "Did you see that painting too?"

Have you seen what's on your mind?

Xia Wen thought, the last thing in the world she wanted Shen Xueyu to see that painting.

The rain is getting worse and worse.

Shen Xueyu pulled Xia Wen towards the umbrella, and the two looked at each other: "Yes, I saw it."

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