Slag Gong lost his memory and ran away as a substitute

Last night, Huo Cheng held these paintings and studied them carefully for a long time.

Every layout, every idea, and even every detail, he has a specific description, and it is closely matched with the picture in memory.

I couldn't sleep at night, thinking about the strong emotions revealed in the painting, I could still breathe a little.

But he never thought that the things he can't forget as comfort are now for Su Wenyu, which can be sold at will.

Really don't care?

Huo Cheng's face was livid, and his whole body stiffened almost uncontrollably. He paused for a long time with his hand on the doorknob, causing Su Wenyu to give him a strange look.

"what happened?"

However, the person who was asked didn't seem to hear, and pushed open the door and walked in quickly.

There was a sullen and paranoid look in his eyes, as well as a trace of imperceptible fear, but his hands were still light and careful. He took out the paintings that had been sorted out before, and then turned his eyes to stare at Su Wenyu. .

Su Wenyu was confused by him, but Huo Dashao's moodiness was nothing new, so he had no time to pay attention to this person's changing mood.

He turned his head to the side to avoid this strange line of sight, and then glanced at the purpose of his visit today, only to find that not only were the mounted paintings not dusty, but they were well taken care of.

"I sorted it out for you before." Before he could ask, Huo Cheng had already told the truth.

It turned out to be like this, no wonder.

"Thank you." Although he was a little surprised in his heart, Su Wenyu didn't show it. He just thanked him politely, and then reached out to pack up the painting and take it away.

Unexpectedly, just as he stretched halfway, a powerful arm wrapped in a shirt lay in front of him, stopping him instantly.

"You want to sell these works?" Huo Cheng spoke very slowly, and asked word by word. He knew the answer, but he still wanted to confirm it again.

Su Wenyu passed his hand and nodded: "En."

"Why?" This question seemed to have been endured for a long time, and it came urgently and fiercely, like a rainstorm pattering down.

Waves rolled in the man's bottomless eyes, and his emotions fell on Su Wenyu if they had any substance. There was confusion, displeasure, and suppressed anger, and even... he seemed a little hurt and wronged.

What is this doing?

Su Wenyu's pretty brows furrowed instantly, and he was very puzzled by the man's inexplicable emotions, so he asked directly: "Why not?"

Huo Cheng's lips moved slightly, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment under his natural attitude. The uncomfortable feeling that all the gifts had been returned just now had not completely subsided, and the two phases overlapped, and his brain was buzzing.

He slowed down for a while, and after the choking feeling in his throat subsided, he took out one of them, and said with difficulty: "This is Princess Cove."

"The area you painted was the place where you often sketched at that time. Next to it is the cafe where you worked part-time. When I finish talking about work and you rest, we will sit in the open-air flower hall for a while and chat."

It's just that it's just a chat, and it's basically because Su Wenyu talks a lot, racking his brains to find topics, and occasionally beating around the bush to find out what the other person likes.

This is also normal, Huo Cheng has a calm temper, and he usually doesn't talk much, but now he is uncharacteristically speaking, so fast that others can't get in at all, and before he finished speaking, he took out another framed oil painting.

"This is where you used to live. There are two long streets in front of you. I walked with you. The street lights are often broken."

Su Wenyu's eyebrows twitched, and he wanted to speak, but was cut off by the man first.

"And here is the bell tower of your school, next to it is the teaching area. To save time, you only buy milk and bread for lunch, and eat it at the public long table downstairs as quickly as possible, and then go to class."

At that time, Huo's technology subsidiary happened to have a cooperative research project with the University of Science and Technology. Huo Cheng went to school frequently. The two ran into each other once. Later, they always wanted to invite him out for a good meal, but they were not happy.

Huo Cheng didn't know what he was thinking at the time, and he didn't say hello, just sat not far from him, watching him suck milk with a smile on his puffy cheeks, and blow the cold wind with him.

"You don't remember any of these?"

His eyes were dark, and he stared at the young man in front of him with a vague accusation. His deep and melodious voice carried a kind of bewitchment, which was most able to attract people's imagination and memories.

It's like saying, how wonderful we were at that time, how happy we were together, have you forgotten?

Su Wenyu pursed his lips slightly, his expression froze for a moment.

The window of the studio was half opened, and the outside wind gently blew through the broken hair on his forehead. At this moment, the half-covered gentle eyebrows and eyes revealed an indescribable sharpness.

"Of course I do," he said.

The sound was as soft as a sigh.

Then, Su Wenyu looked at Huo Cheng quietly, without moving his eyes, without blinking.

After a while, he suddenly bent the corners of his lips and burst into a very small and faint smile.

Huo Cheng's heartbeat speeded up a little for no reason, and that little bit of joy gathered in his chest again, bang like fireworks: "You remember—"

"But my memory is much better than Mr. Huo's. Six years are such a long time. I remember more than that."

His attitude was peaceful and calm, and he only said so far. At first he heard that he was confused, but it made Huo Cheng's back feel cold.

There was even a subtle irony detected.

How could he have forgotten that these memories of the six years were pure joy to himself, but bittersweet to Su Wenyu—no, even when the sad days were far greater than the happy ones.

Huo Cheng took a deep breath in an instant, an emotion that had almost never appeared in his body, just like a violent north wind passing by, wrapped him from head to toe, and then rushed into his chest with a huff.

That is regret.

He is the most uncompromising person, confident to the point of conceit, never regrets his choice, always feels that his decision is correct, and has never made a mistake.

But at this moment, he once again felt that overwhelming and powerless regret.

Why did you do this to him.

Why ignore him.

How dare you hurt him.

Huo Cheng clenched his fists tightly, and the calm demeanor that he had forced to pretend since Su Wenyu came in gradually began to fall apart.

He thought about taking it slowly, knowing that he should not act too hastily, and he also knew that he should not expose too many intentions and ambitions as soon as he came, and he had to prove himself with actions first.

But it's useless, really useless, no self-control, no reason, it's useless at all.

At this moment, even though he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't suppress the uneasiness that he was about to lose everything. He could only grasp Su Wenyu's words like grasping driftwood on the sea, and said in a loud voice: "But what you said before I want to hang these paintings in the living room, bedroom, and every corner of the house.”

"Hang up today, hang up now, okay?" His voice softened subconsciously, like a kind of temptation.

"Other places, I will really change..."

Huo Cheng's mind was actually very confused, and his words were naturally pale. Crazy thoughts flashed by, and his outstretched hand almost couldn't help but wanted to pull him into his arms, but in the end he stopped abruptly in midair.

Don't dare to make a mistake, let alone force it.

Seeing this, Su Wenyu shook his head, couldn't help but sighed helplessly: "You don't need to be like this."

Huo Cheng is such a smart person. He originally thought that after he understood what he said yesterday, it should be easy to figure it out, but he didn't expect it.

"After getting along for so long, I still know you as a person. Your position is too high, and you have never had anything you can't get, let alone the experience of getting out of control, so the more you can't get it, the more frustrated you are. The more I want it."

Although it's a bit weird to compare yourself to something, but in Huo Cheng, it's almost the same.

This person is very possessive, even if he is busy in the studio for a while, or if he pays attention to other things, he will feel unhappy. He even wants to intervene directly and send more staff to Xu Yiqi.

But that's just possessiveness, just a little liking, that's all.

"But that's really nothing, and you'll forget it slowly. Otherwise, think about how long it's been since we separated, how could you change now—"

The momentum of these words was so bad that Huo Cheng had no time to think, so he blurted out an eager explanation: "That's because I didn't realize that I actually love you—"

"Huo Cheng!" Su Wenyu's eyes widened suddenly, and he even raised his voice for the first time, because he really felt that it was a little too ridiculous.

Love?

In the past three years, the person who has been stingy enough to only say love once, now actually tells him love?

Is it uncaring love?Or unrequited love?

It's ridiculous and outrageous.

"There are three things in this world that cannot be hidden, cough, poverty and love."

He paused, something seemed to flash in his eyes, and he quickly returned to calm.Then, he stared at the man in front of him coldly, and said word by word: "Love that cannot be found is not love."

not like this!

Huo Cheng could almost clearly hear the sound of the string breaking in his brain, his sanity was running low, he wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to convince Su Wenyu to believe in him.

"How the hell are you going to—"

Su Wenyu still remembered his reason for coming, and didn't want to continue to entangle with him on this issue, so he raised his hand and interrupted directly.

"So are you refusing to return the painting to me?" His tone was not serious, but his face quickly turned cold.

Huo Cheng froze all over.

The topic took a 360-degree turn and went back to the beginning.

With the current atmosphere, he can already predict that if it continues to develop like this, there will be no good results in the future. Moreover, he can't do anything like forcefully withhold Su Wenyu's works.

So, he let go first.

Those peach blossom eyes flashed, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"No, your things, of course you have the final say." Huo Cheng said in a deep voice.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the painting is sold, as long as he buys it.

As much as Su Wenyu sells, as much as he buys, the price increases five times, ten times and one hundred times, anyway, he can always buy it back.

"That's good." Su Wenyu raised his eyebrows, and his slightly cold expression also subsided, which seemed to agree.

The two of them didn't speak any more in a tacit understanding, and each fell silent.

The paintings were carried onto the cart one by one.

After finishing his work, Huo Cheng stood aside and looked up at the transportation tool in front of him. It was silver-gray and had a beautiful body design, but the exterior decoration was too low-key.

"Is the car new?"

"Ah."

Huo Cheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought in a daze that probably this is the style Su Wenyu has always liked.

There was another silence.

Huo Cheng didn't know what to say, but he still wanted to keep him. After thinking about it, he simply brought out the rhubarb at home.

And this parrot actually lived up to expectations, stretching its neck towards Su Wenyu as if it could smell it.

"It also likes you very much." Huo Cheng said.

The word "also" is very spiritual.

Su Wenyu really couldn't bear to reject a naive bird, and even stretched out his hand to gently touch it twice.

Huo Cheng's heart moved slightly, and he was about to speak when he heard him say in his ear: "You have a successful career, and you have negotiated so many businesses, if you make an appointment for the negotiation, but the other party is three years late, you will continue this contract." deal?"

"The same goes for birds and paintings, Huo Cheng, why are you always doing things that are overdue?"

Huo Cheng's eyes were shocked.

"I just……"

A stabbing pain in his chest made him unable to speak for a moment, his eyes were a little red, and he gritted his teeth before he managed to continue, "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." Su Wenyu waved his hand and got into the car, "Thank you for today's matter, goodbye."

"Goodbye!" It was Rhubarb who said.

Huo Cheng didn't speak again.

The car sped away and eventually disappeared into the distance.

Huo Cheng stood where he was, as if pierced by the cold wind of late autumn from the inside out.

He seemed to have been completely abandoned by Su Wenyu.

The author has something to say: Mr. Huo, let's see your action.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: irritable female high school student, 1 in the end alley;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：叶奈法20瓶；高冷的麻将3号、想放假10瓶；なつ、今夜不穿打底裤3瓶；啵比赞比、留守小怪兽2瓶；林以战、馨星星星星星、花怜海棠1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!