Slag Gong lost his memory and ran away as a substitute

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of January, and the temperature in Yancheng plummeted, with snow falling all over the place.

Su Wenyu just migrated with Ye Rongzheng and his son a while ago, and changed the location for filming.The scenery here is beautiful and elegant, and the most important thing is that it is not so cold, and the thick winter clothes he brought are useless instead.

The weather is fine today, the sun is shining brightly.Su Wenyu set up his easel to make a sketch, while Ye Mingyuan was holding a camera and gagging beside him.

The age difference between the two is not too big, and they have a common language in art. After getting along during this period of time, they gradually developed a revolutionary friendship. They talked and laughed together, which was lively.

Ye Rongzheng got angry when he saw his son's idleness, and with a flick of his hand, he pushed him away like an old hen guarding a chick, "Go, go, don't disturb Xiaosu there."

"Dad, am I your own son?" Ye Mingyuan squinted his eyes immediately and wailed: "If I had known that you favored one another so much, I would not have come."

"Did I let you come?" Ye Rongzheng didn't buy it at all. Seeing the camera hanging around his neck, he wished he could kick him. Are you coming?"

"I'm that..." The young man's eyes flashed, a rare embarrassment appeared on his handsome face, and he touched his nose unconsciously.

Su Wenyu didn't know about this at all, and was stunned when he heard it, "Really?"

Ye Rongzheng nodded affirmatively, "At that time, he saw the self-recommendation material you submitted and recommended it to me first, so he was able to contact you in such a short time."

Su Wenyu was suddenly stunned, and immediately laughed: "Ming Yuan, it seems that I still have to thank you."

He just said, when he received the news, it was already relatively late. At that time, he asked Senior Yan Baisui to forward it almost before the deadline, but he received a reply so quickly. So that's what happened.

"Originally he had other arrangements when he just graduated last year, but after reading your work, he must follow." Ye Rongzheng also felt a little puzzled at the time, but he himself was very satisfied with Su Wenyu, so he Didn't think much of it.

Hearing this, Su Wenyu couldn't help casting slightly surprised eyes on the young man beside him again.

This person looks heartless, but he is quite capable of hiding things. The two of them have been together for so long, and they haven't heard anything about it.

Ye Mingyuan was even more uncomfortable being stared at by him, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, in the end he just brushed his hair silently twice.

After a while.

He still didn't hold back, coughed lightly, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you ask me?"

Su Wenyu raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Then do you want to say it?"

Ye Mingyuan was dumbfounded.

He withdrew his usual hippie smile, and his handsome face was serious, showing a bit of momentum.

When Ye Rongzheng walked into the yard and only the two of them were left around, he silently raised his eyes, glanced at Su Wenyu, and finally opened his mouth with a complicated expression.

"Brother, I actually fell in love with your last painting at a glance."

Su Wenyu frowned and thought for a while.

At that time, Ye Lao's requirement for accepting apprentices was to submit three works spanning three years. His last one... was just completed at that time, a new life in the vines.

"My dad has always been like a vine, protecting me, supporting me, and pulling me up, but at the same time, he is also restraining me, and occasionally even makes me feel breathless."

Ye Mingyuan lowered his head, and his tone became lower and lower: "Everyone will only know that I am Ye Rongzheng's son. No matter what I draw, it will be compared. It should be done well. If it is not done well, the mud will not support the wall. "

"But it's different in another field. No one knows who I am, and all the achievements I make are my own..."

Su Wenyu understood.

He kind of understood why this junior with a good talent for oil painting would suddenly switch to photography.

"Actually, I was too embarrassed to say these things to anyone." As he spoke, the corners of the young man's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of self-mockery on his face, "Because even I think it's quite brazen and typical. It’s cheap and good-looking, and others won’t understand—”

"I understand." Su Wenyu comforted, then looked over with a gentle expression, and patted the young man's shoulder lightly.

Ye Mingyuan's eyes lit up slightly, as if he was a little happier all of a sudden.

"I found resonance in your painting, but I think your situation is a little different from mine."

He paused, his eyeballs rolled around, and said with a sly smile: "You seem to be seeking a kind of equality, and you don't want to continue to look up and become a vassal, so you have to struggle. Behind this, there should be a story, right?"

Su Wenyu's eyelids twitched inexplicably.

He endured it, but he still couldn't help giving Ye Mingyuan a blank look, and said calmly, "Has anyone ever told you that you're a gossip?"

Ye Mingyuan shrugged, "I only gossip about those who are interested."

Su Wenyu bluntly said: "People who gossip are interested in everyone."

"Oh, I was seen through by you." He laughed, put his hands in his pockets, and returned to his previous foolish appearance.

Su Wenyu couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, and was about to say something more when the phone in his pocket vibrated several times.

Turning on the screen, it was Pei Jinwen who hadn't been in touch for a while.

A student of Mr. Dorsius was curating an exhibition in Paris before. After the two parties reached an agreement, Su Wenyu sent his work to it, and it happened to be on display today, so he came here to express his congratulations.

He also expressed a little regret: "It's a pity that I am in China, so I can't appreciate your masterpiece with my own eyes, but the teacher went there in person and said that you have won him honor this time."

Su Wenyu was also very happy, "I want to thank the teacher for helping to connect the thread."

The signal here is really bad. Every time a message is sent, whether it is a picture or a text, the loading bar next to it will rotate for a long time, slowly, and it always turns into an exclamation point, indicating that the sending failed.

Su Wenyu was also embarrassed to make people wait for his reply, so he didn't talk much, but thinking of the large-scale foreign exhibition at this time, the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Don Dina Pavilion in Paris.

Rubis art exhibition site.

Huo Cheng stood quietly in the exhibition hall, staring at a picture of a canary fluttering its wings, in a daze.

The two administrative assistants followed at a distance, looking at each other, looking puzzled at each other.

I just finished talking about the ground-breaking project in Australia for the whole quarter of next year, and there will be an important political and business meeting in Singapore after that. There is very little time for a break in the middle, but this guy didn't even have time to take a break, so hurry up , I have to fly all the way to France.

At first, I thought that some important project had changed and needed to be negotiated, but it turned out that it was just to visit this art exhibition?

Mr. Huo's mind is becoming more and more difficult to guess.

At this moment, Special Assistant Jiang, who had glanced at the phone, suddenly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Mr. Huo, there is news about Mr. Su."

Huo Cheng's complexion changed drastically.

After a long silence, he suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "How... is he doing?"

"Happy?"

Jiang Tezhu thought of the description in the materials, and said honestly: "It should be good."

Huo Cheng took a breath, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the look at the bottom of his eyes was so dark that it was hard to recognize.

"it is good."

"Then when will you leave, I can help you arrange it." Special Assistant Jiang asked thoughtfully from the side.

Huo Cheng was silent again.

When he first learned that Su Wenyu had left, he seemed to be going crazy, his mind was full of dark thoughts.

For a moment, he really thought that after knowing Su Wenyu's whereabouts, he would immediately rush to that person's side as quickly as possible regardless, and then tie him up and never leave him again.

but……

Huo Cheng glanced at the bird in Su Wenyu's painting.

It has the most beautiful feathers and the most powerful wings in the world.

"I'm not going," he said.

"...Mr. Huo?" Assistant Jiang was almost stunned, thinking he had heard wrong.

During the few days when Mr. Su disappeared from Yancheng, Mr. Huo almost went crazy. He only wanted to find someone, and the company was silent like a cicada.

After that, he recovered a little bit of energy and began to work endlessly every day, but he had to ask about the progress of the search every few hours, and just passed another period of unexamined days.

Now that he finally found out where he was staying, he didn't go there again?

He couldn't help reminding: "Mr. Huo, Mr. Ye is elusive. If you miss this time, it will be even more difficult to find next time."

"So you go."

Assistant Jiang was puzzled: "?"

Huo Cheng's eyes were blank, as if he was looking at him, but he didn't seem to, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, as if he was sighing.

"If I don't leave, I may soon be unable to bear the regret."

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Li Zhouzhou acridine 1;

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