Slag Gong lost his memory and ran away as a substitute

The thin and dense raindrops were blown away by the cold wind, and pieces of each other intertwined and hit the brown glass obliquely.The scenery outside the car window continued to reverse rapidly, and all the exhaust fumes rolled up along the way crashed into the dense water mist, mixed with the rain curtain and could no longer be distinguished clearly.

Su Wenyu leaned quietly on the back seat of the taxi by himself, his back resting against the soft pillow, motionless, his gaze looking forward looked very peaceful at first glance, but in fact he had no focal length, wandering back and forth in the small compartment as if nothing .

In fact, since he officially separated from Huo Cheng, he has been immersed in planning for the future, thinking about how to climb towards his dream step by step, and never carefully recalled the things that happened between the two of them.

One is that there is really no time, and the other is that it is unnecessary.

But recently, he and Huo Cheng have been talking and even arguing time and time again, questioning each other more times than in the past three years, but unintentionally, he has laid out the previously neglected parts in front of his eyes. .

Su Wenyu once felt that liking Huo Cheng was like falling into a swamp where no light could be seen. He couldn't get a response and didn't know the direction. To live, only drowning-like exhaustion and suffocation.

So when he decided to leave, he spent almost every second trying to let go of his feelings. He couldn't wait to get rid of the shadow of the past, and wanted to make a clean break with this person!

But in fact, what is it that really traps him?

"Xiao Yu, remember grandma's words. To be a human being, you must know how to repay your kindness. He has helped you because he has been kind to you, so you should treat him better. Make room for everything, and don't argue or quarrel."

"Wen Yu, you and Mr. Huo never quarrel, because you have been giving in and compromising, and you can't say anything. Is this really okay?"

"You don't like it? But, you didn't say it before, every time you received it before, you were very happy..."

Those words that he had heard before kept lingering in his ears, Su Wenyu's eyes flickered slightly, and after a while, he couldn't help but let out a long breath of relief.

What really trapped him was the heavy favor, the unequal liking, and the feeling of looking up to him from the beginning to the end.

He always puts himself low habitually, and sometimes even faintly feels that he is not worthy of Huo Cheng.Because I like him too much, I am afraid that I am not good enough for him, and I am even more reluctant to make him a little bit unhappy, so I have been obedient, even if I feel uncomfortable, I never open my mouth.

And that person is just right, he doesn't like him that much, so if he doesn't tell him, he won't feel it.

As he thought about it, Su Wenyu's thoughts became clearer and clearer, as if he had finally sorted out the reason thoroughly, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Immediately afterwards, something seemed to flash through his mind quickly, like a meteor suddenly appearing, and the sudden burst of inspiration made even his palms start to feel slightly warm.

"I'm sorry, master, I need to change my destination, can you please turn around and take me to Qixia Famous Building on Chengnan Avenue?"

"Okay, anyway, I'll come by the meter, and I can go anywhere." The driver responded readily, and quickly changed the route at the next intersection.

After arriving at the small residence on the outskirts of the city, Su Wenyu hurriedly put away his things and plunged into the studio.

Canvases, easels, paints, oil pots... You don't even need to deliberately go back and forth to figure it out, and you don't need to fine-tune the composition, just draw the outline with a pen, and with just a few strokes, the rudiments of the lush branches and leaves have already appeared on the paper.

When he was the bleakest and youngest, he met the most ostentatious and dazzling man. For him, Huo Cheng was the vine that pulled him out of the abyss, but later, it also became the vine that bound him.

Su Wenyu picked up the pen and added a trembling and distorted face at the end.

It seems to be struggling, and it seems to be thinking, at a loss, but it has already stretched out its hands.

Although the whole process is a bit difficult, in fact, taking this step is growth.

Su Wenyu held the paintbrush in the palm of his hand, swirled it over the palette, and added color layer by layer.

From light to gray to dark, the strokes are delicate, and every detail and every texture is carefully shaped.

This painting, one painting is a week.

When Su Wenyu polished the last petal, someone rang the studio doorbell.

As soon as the door opened, a tall and thin man in a light-colored windbreaker rushed in. Before he could open his mouth, his sharp eyes were already looking around.

"Teacher Yan, why are you here?"

Su Wenyu was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, he hurriedly invited the person in, and dragged a soft chair from behind, "You sit first."

Yan Baisui was not polite to him, and asked him for tea as soon as he sat down, and snorted unhappily: "It seems that after you moved here to work, you are so happy that you don't want to leave, and you don't even read the news?"

Su Wenyu was stunned again, and then he took the phone as if suddenly realized, and after unlocking it, he swipe casually, and sure enough, he found a pile of unread messages, and immediately scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, teacher. I've been drawing recently and haven't paid much attention to the information. What do you want me to do?"

"I want to ask you something." Of course, Yan Baisui wasn't really angry. He himself has a temper that doesn't remember anything when he picks up a paintbrush. How can he not understand Su Wenyu's mood.

He took the tea poured by Su Wenyu, took a sip slowly, and said, "I saw your work at the preview at Linde Auction House."

"I heard from Ke Yingrui that you proposed the auction?"

"Yes." Su Wenyu nodded, his eyes were firm and serious: "In terms of marketing and packaging, Mr. Ke is much better than me, but I also want to do my best to help and give myself a push."

"Why Linde?" Yan Baisui raised his eyebrows, his tone seemed a little disapproving, "If you tell me first, I can apply for an additional quota for you at Carson's Auction House."

Carlson's Auction House is a very old high-end auction house. With Su Wenyu's current reputation, it is impossible for the work to be selected, and even Ke Yingrui's contacts cannot help.

And this so-called extra quota is actually similar to a bundled sale, which consumes the friendship between Yan Baisui himself and the auction house for many times.

Su Wenyu's heart warmed, but he still refused without hesitation.

"Don't bother me, teacher. At this stage, there are not many mid-range auctions, and there are few high-quality calligraphy and paintings in circulation. Most of them are excellent collections that are constantly changing hands. Unknown works have great potential, so this is my best opportunity."

He has his own step-by-step plan. From the very beginning, he intends to take a multi-pronged approach, from competitions to exhibitions, from galleries to auctions, and strives to achieve the best results for each work, so the choice is particularly important.

The autumn auction of Linde Auction House is the best solution he has selected among all suitable targets.Instead of being coldly received at the top auction house, it is better to give it a go at the middle auction!

Hearing this, Yan Baisui couldn't help flashing an imperceptible admiration in his eyes.

"Besides, the painting I registered for auction this time happens to be closely related to one of the collections." Su Wenyu blinked, rarely showing a bit of complacency and cunning.

"Hiss—" Yan Baisui couldn't help taking a breath, and now he felt a little surprised, "You actually inquired about the auction in advance?"

Su Wenyu smiled lightly, as a tacit consent.

So Yan Baisui also laughed, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing while laughing: "Xiao Su, sometimes, I don't think you look like an artist at all."

Generally, people with this kind of talent only focus on creation, as if they don't eat fireworks in the world, and rely on professional agents to take care of everything.

But Su Wenyu was able to take care of the promotion at the same time. Even when he could sit back and enjoy the benefits, he still chose to work hard by himself instead of relying on others.

So sometimes he doesn't even look like a painter, but more like a successful businessman.

I don't know who I learned from.

Su Wenyu was very calm: "I started late, so naturally I have to seize every opportunity."

"That's right," Yan Baisui patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly said: "Then there is still a great opportunity, do you want to try to catch it?"

"Elder Ye is going to accept disciples."

Ye Rongzheng is the leading oil painting master in the circle, and his works were sold at sky-high prices, even Yan Baisui should honorably call him "Old Ye".

But he has a weird temper, never attends any lectures, and has always been elusive, with footprints all over the world, but no media can dig out his specific whereabouts.

"He accepts disciples, but he doesn't accept them below. He feels that they are not qualitative enough and there are too many variables. He does not accept students over the age of 30. He feels that they have grown up and there is no room for adjustment/teaching."

His eyes moved slightly, and faint encouragement rolled in his eyes: "You, just in time to catch up."

The author has something to say: Mr. Huo finally became Susu's creative material.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 494423261;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Mu Xi, wholesaler of the Civil Affairs Bureau, 494423261;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Dongbai, 1362646y10 bottles; lost 5 bottles of mist; Yu Yi, left behind little monster 1 bottle;

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