Warm and respectful people

Winter rain is wet and cold.

Xia Wen dryly repeated Shen Xueyu's words: "See?"

In fact, she already knew the outcome of the matter in her heart, but she still asked again without giving up, maybe it would be a fluke?

Once the consciousness of luck appeared, Xia Wen knew that he cared too much.Concerned and even hoped that a very slight generalization could appear to muddle this matter.

Obviously, from last night to now, she already knew that things about that painting had been exposed.

Shen Xueyu knew that it was only a matter of time.

The liking and even the infatuation of Xia Wen when he was a child was all about Xia Wen standing on tiptoe trying to reach Shen Xueyu, who is high above him. Because of the selflessness of love, he couldn't see the distance between the two of them at all.

And the undiminished indifference in Shen Xueyu's eyes at that time.

Reunited again, whether it was rejection at the beginning or trying to accept again now, two people are equal.

Looking at Shen Xueyu at the same level is what Xia Wen has worked hard for a long time, because the traces of hard work are so heavy that the infatuation in the past has finally become a memory that he has deliberately forgotten.

Or at least they don't want to appear in front of Shen Xueyu again.

Like a little demon buried in the bottom of my heart.

Xia Wen hesitated and changed the subject: "I'm going to find Lin Weiwei now, and I want to get back my painting."

Shen Xueyu grabbed Xia Wen who was about to rush out of her umbrella, and squeezed her tender white wrist with her fingers: "Wen Wen, is that painting really important to you?"

His eyes were wet with mist, but his eyes were hot.

Xia Wen nodded cautiously: "It's very important. Because this is what I drew for you."

She spoke word by word, very slowly.

Shen Xueyu stared at Xia Wen's pale lips, her heart felt hot, she closed her eyes, and pulled Xia Wen into her arms.

The rain sprayed on the umbrella and the ground, and Xia Wen could clearly hear Shen Xueyu's heartbeat.

Shen Xueyu was buried behind Xia Wen's ear, her mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something that had been buried for many years, but she hesitated for a long time, and only said one sentence.

"Wen Wen, I'm sorry."

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In the end, Shen Xueyu didn't let Xia Wen go to find Lin Weiwei, but took Xia Wen back to her apartment.

She found that Xia Wen's body temperature was a little high, and it rained again.

Shen Xueyu hugged Xia Wen, who had just taken a hot bath, into the quilt, wrapped her in the warm quilt, and brought over a large bowl of pale yellow steaming ginger water.

She helped Xia Wen up: "Drink it."

The boiled ginger water is steaming hot and has a strong smell.

Xia Wen twisted his body uncomfortably, and kept shaking his head: "I don't want to drink, it's too spicy."

When she was talking, she subconsciously raised her head to look at Shen Xueyu, still with her usual expressionless face.Xia Wen knew that this appearance meant no compromise.

She had no choice but to bite the bullet and lower her head, and drank it all in one go.

With unswallowed water in his mouth, he had a bitter face.

Shen Xueyu sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and put the porcelain bowl on the bedside table next to her, and kept her other hand on Xia Wen's back.

She squeezed Xia Wen's fingers, and leaned over to touch Xia Wen's face.

A set of actions is like coaxing a disobedient child.

Xia Wen, who was coaxed, frowned unhappily.Shen Xueyu laid the pillow flat and told Xia Wen to have a good sleep.

Tucking the corner of the quilt not very proficiently: "I will contact Xu Fengmian to solve the painting matter, and you sleep with you."

Xia Wen, who was lying down, could clearly feel the groggy feeling in her head and the weakness of her muscles. As she slowly closed her eyes, she could see a part of Shen Xueyu's arm, and her heart settled down.

Gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, Xia Wen returned to the scene when he first met Shen Xueyu, and the messy picture was cut into several parts.

She developed late, and was very short at that time, walking in Shen An'an's house, she felt that the house was particularly magnificent.

There were so many rooms that she couldn't tell which one was the bathroom.

The door opened, and a large white light hit. When the light slowly dimmed, she saw the thin waist, the curvature of the chest, and the cold face.

The bent arm.These details seemed to be engraved in her mind.

The scene was flipped, and it was the year she graduated, in the hotel room where she was staying out, she boldly pushed Shen Xueyu against the wall, her wet arms, and her dry throat.

When she turned her face, she saw the snow-white bed and Shen Xueyu's warm and undulating body.

Also, she dragged her suitcase to Beicheng by high-speed train, and also flew to the United States by plane alone. I remember her crying bitterly while leaning against the window glass.

A few hours later, Xia Wen woke up from a fragmented dream, and the room was dark.

Her eyes were sore and her mind was confused.

Xia Wen stood up, arched her back, and buried her head in the quilt on her knees. The past surged and receded like a tide, and she was like a ship swaying on the waves of the night.

She touched her neck with wet hands, and vaguely heard the sound of the phone in the living room outside the door, but she just stared at the bed in a daze.

After a while, the bedroom door was opened a crack, and Shen Xueyu came in with a glass of warm water.

A ray of light illuminated most of Xia Wen's body.

"Wake up, I was just about to wake you up, and I won't be able to sleep at night." As he said, there was a creaking sound from the bedside.

Shen Xueyu handed the water glass to Xia Wen's hand: "Drink some."

The warm water slid through the dry throat, and there was a hint of sweetness. Xia Wen put the water glass aside.

"what time is it?"

"It's past four."

She had slept for such a long time.Xia Wen rubbed his head: "Who did you just talk to?"

"Xu Fengmian." Shen Xueyu took Xia Wen's hand, clasped her fingers, and said cautiously, "Wen Wen, Lin Weiwei released that painting in advance, and now the reports are all congratulating and praising her new work."

As he spoke, he handed over the news in his hand.

Xia Wen took the phone, downloaded the picture, and kept enlarging the painting.

Shen Xueyu was afraid that she would be sad, so she hugged her gently: "Xu Fengmian and I have already found the best lawyer, we will find the original painting, it is physical evidence, and I will come forward myself, after the lawyer's letter is sent out, Lin Weiwei will definitely not be able to get away. "

There was no light in the room, and most of it was dark.

Xia Wen heard Shen Xueyu's meticulous and appropriate arrangements, and felt that she cared about herself. There was warmth in her limp body, and her hand ran along Shen Xueyu's arm to caress her face.

"Shen Xueyu, are you worried about me?" Because she was worried, she kept guarding herself and kept busy with herself.

Shen Xueyu didn't speak, but just rubbed her hair.

"Wen Wen, this is not your business alone, or rather, it is my business."

Xia Wen raised his head and smiled at Shen Xueyu: "Don't worry so much, I'm not as sad as you think."

She enlarged the picture for Shen Xueyu to see: "This is not my painting, um, how should I put it, it looks very similar, but it is not, as long as you find my painting, you will know."

After a while, Xu Fengmian called, and she found the editor's whereabouts.

Xia Wen begged Shen Xueyu to take her there.The wind and rain outside stopped at night, and the water marks on the ground were blown half dry by the wind.

When the two arrived at the publishing house, Xu Fengmian was already waiting outside.

She pinched the cigarette at her fingertips, threw it into the trash can, and raised her eyebrows at the two people who got out of the car: "Lin Weiwei's work was released, and someone else appeared, so it must have been calculated. They must be thinking, Even if we release it, other people will already have preconceived it."

Xia Wen didn't have the anxiety of the two of them, the cold wind hung on her face, but her eyes were fixed on Xu Fengmian: "Is he inside?"

As he said that, he was about to rush inside.

Xia Wen has been here several times, and the location is relatively familiar. The three of them walked to the hall with a few lights on. Most of the people had already left work, but the editor Xia Wen contacted was still there.

A middle-aged man in his 40s has a round face with a flat nose, stereotypical black-rimmed glasses, a bloated body, and wrinkles around his eyes.

When he saw Xia Wen, he was not surprised, guilt flashed across his face, and then he turned around and took a packaged painting from the bookshelf.

The man wore two protective sleeves on his black plush jacket. He carefully blew the dust off the surface, and walked over to put it on the table in front of the three of them.

Xia Wen hurriedly opened it.

But Xu Fengmian laughed angrily: "You are fucking insane, are you and Lin Weiwei a partner? Let me tell you, neither of you should try to separate the relationship."

The man's eyelids trembled. When he received a message from Xia Wen, telling him to add another work to the album, it was not a big deal, so he agreed, and then received Xia Wen's painting.That day, he asked the photographer in charge of the agency to take pictures, and it happened that Lin Weiwei came to sign the contract, and she saw it.

At that time, I just stood by and watched a few times.

It wasn't until later that he received a call from Lin Weiwei's agent, ordering him to take the painting and disappear for a few days, so that he could start his work normally after Lin Weiwei's new work was released.

Lin Weiwei and her manager had ten thousand ways to deal with her, so he didn't ask any more questions. Later, after seeing Lin Weiwei's so-called "new work", he finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

He is no stranger to a well-known painter plagiarizing a little-known painter, and he doesn't bother to uphold justice.

Everyone knows that there is no reason at all.

He glanced at Xia Wen who was holding his work at the moment, and quickly restrained his excess sympathy.

"I returned the original, and other things have nothing to do with me."

Xu Fengmian glanced at the camera in the corner not far away, clenched his fists, endured the anger in his heart, and followed Xia Wenwen and Shen Xueyu out.

The three returned to Xiawen's apartment.

Xu Fengmian's complexion was not good, and he said sarcastically, "Although these two people are bad, their brains are not bad."

Xia Wen didn't care: "The most important thing is that the painting is back."

The extremely optimistic Xia Wen made Xu Fengmian even more angry. She was about to poke Xia Wen's head and scold her for her naivety, but Shen Xueyu blocked her hand halfway.

Shen Xueyu glanced at Xu Fengmian coldly, with a strong sense of warning.

Xu Fengmian felt that she was not a human being inside and out, so she turned her head to look at Xia Wen: "It's really a girl who doesn't want to stay. Whoever came with you all these years is ready to abandon me as soon as we reconciled. You are still human!"

Xia Wen had a headache, she didn't want to discuss her ownership with Xu Fengmian.

She spread out her painting on the table and looked at it: "Actually, it is very easy to prove that Lin Weiwei plagiarized, because she copied it wrong."

Xu Fengmian leaned over puzzled, and looked at the painting through the light: "Is it different?" Anyway, she couldn't see any difference.

Shen Xueyu looked down, and after a while, she let go of her frown: "Well, it's different."