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Su Wenyu stood there without moving. After a moment of silence, he clearly heard the sound of his heart beating faster.

He was too familiar with the name Ye Rongzheng.In the early years, he was not well-known, but after he was born, he was unstoppable. Several series of oil paintings directly broke the transaction records of the three major auction houses at that time, and were finally auctioned by an unknown private buyer at a super high price.

This unknown buyer is Huo Cheng.

And those few paintings are all hung in the villa in Yanjiao New City now. Su Wenyu met each other almost day and night for a while, and studied them countless times from brushstrokes to techniques to artistic conception.

This Mr. Ye’s apprenticeship is different from others. It is somewhat similar to the graduation system. He only focuses on teaching one disciple for a period of time, or takes people to the deep mountains and old forests to experience for half a year, or closes the door to teach every day.And the students under his guidance have now made great leaps in their fields.

Therefore, for a master of his level, it is absolutely impossible for him to recruit disciples to spread the word all over the world, so Yan Baisui must have his own channel.

So Su Wenyu thought about it, and immediately asked: "Teacher, besides age, what other requirements does Elder Ye have?"

Such as past resume, exhibition experience, vested awards, genre style and so on.

Unexpectedly, Yan Baisui shook his head and said, "I don't need anything else, I just ask for three works spanning three years."

Suddenly, Su Wenyu probably knew something in his heart.

One picture per year, spanning three years, so what Ye Lao cares about is progress, and more importantly, understanding.

"Can any kind of work be accepted?"

"Yes." The tall and thin man pinned a strand of long curly hair scattered on his forehead behind his ear, and said, "Mr. Ye is an artist with a very individual personality. This condition seems ridiculously low, but it is actually very broad. From Subject to technique and even size, these are unknowns."

He paused slightly, and reminded: "How to choose the three paintings and how to arrange them is not a small problem."

"I see." Su Wenyu couldn't help showing a look of gratitude in his clear eyes, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Teacher Yan."

"Hey, thank you early." Yan Baisui quickly waved his hand, put the tea in his hand aside, raised his chin and said, "I'm ugly, I said earlier, there are many painters of the right age who are more famous than you and better than you. Your odds are slim."

His expression was cold and his tone was cold, but Su Wenyu was not shocked at all. Instead, he approached with a smile and rolled his eyes happily.

"If that's the case, teacher, you wouldn't have asked me to talk about it."

Yan Baisui was dumbfounded.

He coughed lightly, put his fist against his lips to cover up his smile, and turned sideways on purpose.But when he glanced casually out of the corner of his eye, he was instantly attracted by a still oil painting.

It was a large stretch of tangled vines, lush and dense, with bottomless darkness underneath, and the other end connected to the light above.

Between the false and the real, there is a distorted and persistent face.

The composition of the picture is bold, the whole is slightly weird, and the color contrast is too sharp, but the connection is seamless.

The brush strokes are undoubtedly delicate, but also powerful and solid. Although it is a still life, it clearly has a full sense of rhythm, and the vigorous vitality almost rushes to the face.

In just a short moment, the strong appeal actually made Yan Baisui feel a surge of emotion.

Something seemed to be completely free - he even felt a little urge to light a cigarette for no apparent reason.

"Teacher Yan, what's the matter?" Noticing the long pause of the people around him, Su Wenyu asked suspiciously.

"...Oh, it's nothing." Yan Baisui came back to his senses, his brows and eyes stretched, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Xiao Su, I bought your work a long time ago, but the time I have really been in contact with you is not too long, and in such a short period of time, you seem to have been changing."

"Really?" Su Wenyu's eyes moved slightly, shining with dots of light, and he agreed with a smile: "I will take it as you are praising my progress as a painter."

"Well, you can also say that, but it's not just a painter, it also includes... a state of mind."

Yan Baisui held his chin, walked back and forth a few steps in front of the easel, squinted his eyes and recalled: "The previous "Autumn" felt like he had put down something suddenly. It was a little deliberate, and mixed with passivity and necessity. But Today's picture-"

He paused, pointed to the crooked rattan, and continued: "It seems that he finally came out on his own initiative, suddenly enlightened, and faced a new life."

Hearing this, Su Wenyu was startled suddenly.

The smile on his face gradually subsided, and his lips moved slightly, as if he was about to speak.

But Yan Baisui didn't intend to continue to explore, and there was a little satisfaction in the corners of his eyes and brows, "Xiao Su, although I don't know what happened to you, but I am very happy to see such a change."

Young people should have such vigor.

If you make a mistake, you can correct it. If you fail, you can start over. What's the big deal?

"Do you mind if I hang around here for a while?" He shrugged, his eyes full of longing, and said solemnly: "I'm afraid that if I don't read it now, some collector will buy it for collection in the future, and I won't have the chance to read it again."

Su Wenyu was instantly amused by him, "It's my honor, you can do whatever you want, and you can just mention the bad parts of the painting."

"Okay." Yan Baisui agreed without hesitation, took the warm tea on the table into his palm again, and started wandering around in the spacious studio.

Su Wenyu also took the opportunity to grab the phone, ready to deal with a lot of messages left behind.He opened several dialog boxes at random, and replied one by one in order, but at this moment, the screen vibrated again—someone sent a new message.

[Pei Jinwen]: The money is ready.

Attached is a picture of what appears to be a registry office at Linde's Auctioneers.

Apparently preparing to participate in this auction.

Su Wenyu suddenly felt a little helpless. He didn't plan to make a big splash about participating in the auction, but he didn't expect that one or two of them knew about it.

He quickly replied with a bowing emoji, and then typed: "Thank you, it's enough to be a personal show."

When Pei Jinwen on the other end received the news, he couldn't help curling his mouth, then raised his head, and glanced at the stern man sitting across from him.

"Sorry, Wen Yu is looking for me, why don't you wait until I finish talking with him?"

The voice is gentle, the face is smiling, and there is no fear.

This is a blatant provocation.

Huo Cheng squinted his eyes, his expression was cold.

Pei Jinwen deliberately swung the phone screen away from his eyes. The chat history has come and gone. At first glance, the content is also long and short, there are voices, and even long speeches.

Su Wenyu had nothing to say face to face with himself, and the news records were even blank, but he had so much to talk to this person in front of him.

Huo Cheng took a deep breath, and unconsciously pursed his lips, almost forming a straight line.

He is indeed jealous, and the acid water rises up one after another.

But right now, there are more important things to talk about.

"Let's take a look first." Huo Cheng had no patience, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with this person, so he threw the document in front of him with a "snap".

Pei Jinwen frowned imperceptibly.

He knew Huo Cheng very well, and knew that this thing must be important, so he didn't continue to confront each other, and picked up the information on the table and looked through it.

After roughly scanning two paragraphs, the expression on Pei Jinwen's face immediately changed, her finger joints were exerted unconsciously, and the tiny blood vessels were clearly visible.

"The broker who was bribed, the car that was tampered with." Huo Cheng had a handsome face, and his deep voice was cold and piercing at the moment, carrying a deep hatred and a faint fear.

"Pei Jinwen, don't think about provoking others if you don't have the ability to solve the troubles on your body."

Hearing this, a hint of cruelty flashed across Pei Jinwen's eyes, and that clear face finally lost its former gentleness and became gloomy and cold.

"I'll take care of these things."

"Heh." Huo Cheng pulled his lips and smiled coldly, with an obvious hint of sarcasm, "No need."

"Stay away from him!" The tone was cold, and the warning in the words made people chill.

However, when Pei Jinwen was said this way, the bit of annoyance and self-blame that had just arisen was washed away instead, and he immediately retorted: "Young Master Huo, what standpoint do you use to say such things to me now?"

"Even if I like him, want to pursue him, and will be with him in the future, it's none of your business."

Hearing this, Huo Cheng clenched his fists instantly, and his eyes quickly became dark.

Su Wenyu was with others - even if he just heard a hypothesis about this kind of thing, he felt a tingle in his heart, and it was hard to breathe.

He raised his eyebrows and refused to give an inch: "Your approach may cause him harm, and it has something to do with me."

Simply ridiculous.

After hearing this, Pei Jinwen sneered directly: "But Huo Cheng, isn't it you who has caused him the most harm these years? If it were me, I would only do better than you."

As soon as these words came out, the already tense atmosphere between the two suddenly became even more terrifying.

Huo Cheng lowered his eyes, hiding all the terrifying emotions in his eyes, and fell silent for a moment.

After a while, he said calmly, "You pay attention to him because of me."

The tone of complete affirmation does not allow any denial, obviously after a conclusive investigation.

So Pei Jinwen didn't deny it completely, nodded and said: "That's just the beginning."

So Huo Cheng quickly raised his eyes, piercing them with sharp eyes, "Pei Jinwen, you don't like Su Wenyu at all, you just want to find someone to treat you wholeheartedly, to find someone to give you all the love."

"You're jealous of me."

"I—" Pei Jinwen's eyes flickered slightly, and the most eloquent person in the past froze in place for a moment.

"But Su Wenyu is also tired."

Pei Jinwen is actually the same as himself, cold in his bones, so he always wants to find someone to warm him up, but this person can't be Su Wenyu.

Su Wenyu has been tortured for six years, and it took six years. He needs to be cherished and treated with care, instead of continuing to exert his residual heat until he withers.

Huo Cheng was in a daze for some reason, paused for a moment, then sighed suddenly, and said, "In fact, he needs to be loved more than anyone else."

Pei Jinwen couldn't help being slightly shocked.

His face was dazed, and he looked at the man in front of him as if he didn't know him.

A person who was once ruthless enough to use his own life as a bait, just to catch all the black hands behind the scenes.

A person who doesn't even love himself—it seems that he has really learned to love others.

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