Slag Gong lost his memory and ran away as a substitute

Su Wenyu broke up.

I don't know where this news came from, but once it leaked out, it spread like wildfire inside the studio at an extremely fast speed, like a small cannonball hitting the surface of a lake, quickly causing a wave of waves.

After all, Su Wenyu's gentle, kind and family-loving image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although he didn't take the initiative to mention his lover, occasionally when people ask him, he will always praise him seriously.Over time, most of the people acquiesced that his partner was very good, and thought that the two of them would continue to be so good, but now they were surprised when they suddenly heard the news.

Xiao Mu knew that the two had had an awkward fight before, and even gossiped with a few colleagues around her, but she didn't expect it to be so serious that they broke up directly.She thought of Su Wenyu's smiling face when he called that person to say that he had a surprise, and thought of him spending almost every day in the studio as if he was tireless, and felt sad all of a sudden.

"Anyway, let's pay attention to it later, and stop talking about these topics in front of Wen Yu, and wait until he calms down a bit later." She instructed.

The other colleagues agreed deeply and nodded in agreement.

However, Su Wenyu himself didn't know anything about these things, but even if he knew, he would probably just laugh it off, because he has been living a fulfilling life recently, and he is actually in a pretty good mood.

He has been busy researching and collecting information a while ago, contacting various channels and platforms, and helping himself as much as possible.I have been free for the past few days, and I have more time to create my own works in addition to my own work——

And by chance, there was an extra temporary instructor.

"You have handled this place more casually, and the brushstrokes are a bit rough. Is it intentional?"

A tall, thin man in a casual jacket was standing by the easel, crossing his arms and looking suspiciously at the young man in front of him.

Su Wenyu was a little embarrassed when he saw through his intentions at a glance. He scratched his head and said, "Well, I went through it in my mind at the time. I wanted to show a strong effect, so I drew like that when I wrote it."

"Hiss, not to mention, once the skills are weakened, the whole painting will not be so floating." He smacked his lips, looked at the painting carefully from the beginning to the end, and finally squinted his eyes and smiled: "Anyway, I think it's quite Okay, but you have to hold on to this measure, otherwise the picture will become unstable."

The result of breaking away from the routine on a whim was not only not criticized, but was recognized, and Su Wenyu immediately became happy.

"Thank you, Teacher Yan." He hurriedly thanked, even his eyes sparkled.

"Why are you polite, since you called me teacher, I can't let you call me in vain, I have to teach you something." Yan Baisui waved his hand, leaning casually on the corner of the table beside him, with a strand of curly hair that was too long on his forehead Dangling with his movements.

"But I teach as I please, and you listen to it as you please. There are no dead rules in this thing. If you are talented, you can do as you like. Otherwise, Jiang Yao will blame me for misleading his son later."

"How come? Both you and Sister Jiang have helped me a lot, and it's too late for me to be grateful."

Their circle is big even if it is big, and it is really small when it is small, and the relationship network can cross casually.In order to earn money, Su Wenyu once entrusted his work to the art dealer Lao Jin to sell, and the one who bought this painting at that time was the one mentioned by editor-in-chief Jiang who had a solo exhibition at the Tessel Art Center, and is currently holding a touring exhibition Yan Baisui, a friend of mine.

Cheng Cheng, the owner of the gallery that Su Wenyu just got online a few days ago, also revealed to Lao Jin that he wanted to further cooperate with Su Wenyu because he first saw this work at Yan Baisui.

Therefore, no matter from which angle you look at it, this person has helped Su Wenyu a lot.

Yan Baisui didn't intend to take the credit, he felt that he hadn't done any real help at all, and it was also because he really liked the aura of this young man, so he couldn't help but add some extra attention.

"By the way, how are you preparing for next year's Pietro Art Grand Prix?"

The preparation he said actually refers to the qualifications for the competition.

For such a large international event, many people sign up every year.In order to improve the efficiency of screening, each creator must attach a personal autobiography when signing up, which must include participation and exhibition experience. If this aspect is not qualified, it is likely that they will not even be eligible for selection.

Su Wenyu's main business before was illustration, and he didn't focus on pure art painting. He didn't have much experience in winning awards, and there were even fewer opportunities to exhibit, so he said honestly: "It may not be possible to go, my current resume is not enough. Not enough to see."

His current plan is to find a way to participate in more art exhibitions first, apply to enter the association, and gradually accumulate fame and contacts through competitions from small to large. If he is really selected next year, he will go in the year after next.

Yan Baisui shook his head when he heard the words, he smiled mysteriously, and said, "If you can trust me, I know that there is a competition that is not that well-known, so the resume requirements are relatively relaxed, but since last year's session there was a one-shot competition. After becoming a famous ghost talent, the gold content has risen in a straight line."

"The most important thing is that the selection speed is fast enough, and as long as the works are within five years, you can participate. You sign up now, and the results will come out in about a month. As long as you are shortlisted, you can participate in the exhibition. If you can win the first prize in the end, then Of course it's better. How about it, are you interested?"

Su Wenyu's heart was pounding when he heard this, this competition is so timely, if he can really be shortlisted in one fell swoop, it will undoubtedly be equivalent to an extra bargaining chip in his hand, which can better solve his urgent needs.

"Teacher, do you have a specific official website address? I want to study the registration brochure carefully."

Huo Cheng's dinner tonight was hasty again.

He hadn't had a serious meal for a while, he ate very little, and the time was irregular, but the strange thing was that his stomach was in good condition, but his head hurt intermittently.

The pain was very strange, as if something in the brain was about to be opened, and I tried to restrain it but couldn't restrain it, so it gradually sent out sharp pain like a needle prick.

After the stinging pain, strange and treacherous images began to flicker in my mind, but they were sporadic and scattered, and it was impossible to piece together a complete plot.

Snapped--

The document fell on the ground, Huo Cheng pursed his lips, rubbed the faintly throbbing forehead, and did not pick it up.

Probably too tired recently.

Get some sleep.

He thought this way, and he did so. After taking melatonin and lying down in bed, the exhaustion from spinning around for a long time really made him fall asleep quickly.

But this time, he slept worse than before.

Huo Cheng seems to have gone back to the past, back to a long, long time ago.

He saw his mother crying on the bedside, stroking his burning forehead while calling his father.

"Come back soon, Ah Cheng is sick again, very sick."

She cried very seriously, tears rolled down one after another, she looked like a good mother who cared about her son.

But she hid all the medicines, warned the family doctor not to treat him, opened the windows and doors in minus five degrees, and turned off all the heating in the room.

"Ah Cheng, mom doesn't want you to get sick, but dad never comes back. Mom doesn't know what to do."

The desolate voice gradually drifted away, intertwined with the chaotic consciousness, and finally all turned into huge tremors again and again, like a hammer hitting the brain hard, causing a strange shaking.

In a daze, Huo Cheng heard the shrill chirping of the bird, and then a voice with a little hesitation and even a subtle sympathy sounded slowly.

"Master, this is your last drug allergy and this food poisoning investigation report, please have a look."

What followed was a sharp cry, with a throat-splitting pain, like swallowing broken tiles, which continued without end.

"Mom loves you very much, but mom loves dad too much."

Turning around, that gentle and beautiful face had turned ferocious before long.

It turns out that love is something that distorts people's faces.

The door was blown shut with a "bang" by the wind.

Huo Cheng woke up suddenly.

The hands on both sides clenched into fists unconsciously, and he took a few quick breaths, and those memories that had long been dusty came back again, like Pandora's magic box being opened, which made him no longer sleepy.

He remembered.

All.

His throat started to itch again, and his brain was filled with the discomfort of being stuffed into something. After the severe pain gradually dissipated, Huo Cheng got up silently and walked out of the bedroom.

He was only wearing a thin pajamas, and he couldn't feel the cold when he walked in the empty windy corridor, but he was obviously not cold, but he still shivered slightly for some reason.

Where are you going now?

Huo Cheng stood where he was, with a rare blank expression on his face.

Then, as if he remembered something, he suddenly turned around and went to the studio on the third floor. When the switch was turned on, the spacious room was instantly brightly lit.

The last time Huo Cheng came here was the day Su Wenyu left.At that time, it was just to confirm whether he was at home, so I just glanced at it in a hurry. Today, I took a closer look and found that it was much empty, and many equipments were missing.

The remaining things may not be easy to move, but they are all neatly packed.

It seems to be self-conscious about making space.

Su Wenyu had already left.

He was reminded of that fact again.

Huo Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned around in a dispirited manner, but he didn't find anything familiar - of course, it was unlikely to be familiar, after all, he hardly came to this place, and even if he did, he would not pay attention to these unimportant details.

He stood up straight, straightened his cuffs casually, and the moment he looked away, he suddenly found that the pine easel was still there.

There is no drawing paper on it, it is empty.

Huo Cheng has an impression of this.

Three years ago, he saw Su Wenyu sketching with an easel, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and his concentrated appearance attracted the attention of others.There are pagoda trees, pedestrians, flowers, and—him in that painting.

Huo Cheng asked why he was drawn.

"Because I like you, I want to draw you." Su Wenyu said.

He was too pretty when he blushed, his eyes were too moist when he spoke, and his fingers were too soft to grasp his arm, it was irresistible.

What's more, Huo Cheng at that time didn't want to resist at all.

He thought, if he likes this mesoscale, it is just right, it doesn't matter if it is more or less, if he doesn't like it, then there is no need to be together, if it is love, it is too heavy.

So he said, "I like you too."

Who doesn't like Su Wenyu?

Beautiful, obedient, soft, always make people feel comfortable.

But also just like it.

Like this feeling, after all, it is not as deep as love. One day you can like a bird, and tomorrow you can like something else.

So, it will eventually fade away.

Huo Cheng walked to the window expressionlessly, raised his hand and opened the window, letting the cold wind from outside pour in wantonly, and felt a strong sense of sobriety when blowing through his hair.

He has always been sensitive, but he only smelled a slight smell in this studio, because Su Wenyu had been meticulously maintaining it before.

But not long ago, they were talking in the studio of the studio, where the smell was extremely pungent, and he proposed to change the place, but he flatly refused.

Su Wenyu really doesn't care about himself that much anymore.

So, since Su Wenyu can let go, of course he can too.

As for the gaffe a few days ago - Huo Cheng took a deep breath, his slender fingers gently rolled over a bit of dust scattered by the window, and he twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently.

It's just the result of not being so clear-headed after the car accident.

A wise man does not fall in love.

Because there should be no love in this world.

The author has something to say: Huo Cheng who thinks he is sober VS Susu who is really sober

Mr. Huo's crematorium has finally started, and the real fire can only be started after the memory is restored.

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Lonely boat Qianfan, ==, fish crucian carp, Ulala 1;

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