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The people at the table looked at He Yuxiu, but He Yuxiu didn't want to be the object of attention, so she snorted coldly, sat down and said nothing.

The other people at the table also roughly figured it out, and they could see that Hang Fengyu and He Yuxiu had a feud, but because they were not familiar with each other, they all smiled and smoothed things over.

Hang Fengyu looked at Xu Shaoqing strangely, this young master of the Xu family would actually speak for He Yuxiu.

Xu Shaoqing also looked at him straight at the right time, Hang Fengyu's lips hooked up, pretending to be surprised, "It turned out to be Young Master Xu, but I haven't seen him for a long time."

Xu Shaoqing answered lazily, as if he didn't take him seriously, "Who are you, have we met before?"

Hang Fengyu couldn't hold back on his face.

"Ah…"

But He Yuxiu also laughed.

Hang Fengyu felt uncomfortable hearing it, and the fire in his stomach burned to his face immediately, but he was hindered by this occasion, so he could only press down, and said: "Master Xu is a noble person who forgets things a lot. A few months ago, my The painting was only published in Ning Bao, why did you forget about it?"

Xu Shaoqing frowned, "Oh... You said that, it seems to be the case."

Hang Fengyu's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

After staying in Ningpu for so many years, people in the circle don't say they praise him, anyway, everyone calls "Mr. Hang" when they see him, but Xu Shaoqing doesn't take himself seriously at all.

He Yuxiu also sneered when he heard the sound: "Hua'er? That's right, the paintings of Hang Da painters... must be the advertisements of that month, do you call those things paintings?"

"You..." Hang Fengyu gritted his teeth, and was about to stand up, but was quickly pulled back by a young man beside him, "Hey...Fengyu, what are you doing, this is a happy day."

Hang Fengyu was so angry that he glanced around and saw many people staring at him. He couldn't help but look at He Yuxiu with hatred, sat down unwillingly, gritted his teeth and said, "He Yuxiu, wait for me. Go!"

Xu Shaoqing frowned, "I said, sir, I'm afraid it's indecent to be so loud on this occasion."

Hang Fengyu glanced at Xu Shaoqing again, and snorted coldly, "This is a matter between me and him, and who is Young Master Xu, it's better not to meddle in other people's business."

Xu Shaoqing paused when he heard the sound, and was about to explode, but He Yuxiu held his arm. Xu Shaoqing turned his head and saw He Yuxiu laughed, but he was calm: "Hang Fengyu, you still haven't made much progress after all these years. When you were studying, Everything is inferior to others, so it’s okay to copy other people’s things. After so many years, you have become a celebrity in Ningpu, and your aesthetics are still so unremarkable. As a classmate, I can’t say a word about you, the teacher knows you Painting this kind of thing now, I am afraid that the lid of the coffin will be lifted with anger."

Hang Fengyu felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. The people at the same table were all looking at him. He glanced left and right, and stood up angrily, "Enough! He Yuxiu, is it interesting for you to keep worrying about things from so many years ago!"

He Yuxiu raised her head, looked at his face, opened her mouth, and was about to say something, when the lights on the stage came on.

Everyone cast their eyes on the stage, applause sounded, Hang Fengyu turned his head, saw Lu Xiaodie slowly stepped onto the stage, and then glared at He Yuxiu angrily, and sat down.

He Yuxiu swallowed what he wanted to say and ignored him.

Lu Xiaodie on the stage was wearing a dark purple velvet cheongsam with a dignified and gentle hairstyle, standing there, attracting everyone's attention.Hang Fengyu looked at Lu Xiaodie, his face softened a lot, and he applauded.

The fiancée came on stage to sing, and the conservative old man was afraid that he would reprimand him ashamed, but Hang Fengyu didn't think so, and seemed to be enjoying it.

He Yuxiu was very interested in this Lu Xiaodie at first, but this Hang Fengyu was too disappointing, seeing him turned off his appetite, and even with this Lu Xiaodie, his curiosity faded a lot.He drank some wine by himself, glanced at the stage, and looked at Hang Fengyu's face, feeling unspeakably depressed.

Lu Xiaodie said a few words of auspicious congratulations, and then began to sing.

The singing in the banquet hall was melodious, and there were flashing lights in the corner. The people on the table were chatting and laughing, pushing and changing glasses.

When he was so drunk that his eyes were slightly drunk and he wanted to pour it into his mouth, his hand was held down.

"Stop drinking."

He Yuxiu turned his head, Xu Shaoqing frowned, he pushed away his hand, his mind was a little out of control, "You can control me..."

Xu Shaoqing frowned, "Don't you know what it's like to drink alcohol, and still drink so much?"

He Yuxiu poured another small cup into her mouth, then turned her head, "Xu Shaoqing, you are not my wife, what do you care about me so much."

Xu Shaoqing paused, he pressed his brows, seemed to be a little angry, but held back for a while, then snorted coldly, and said: "Whatever love is, who wants to care about you."

As soon as He Yuxiu turned her head, she saw Xu Shaoqing buttoning up his buttons, stood up and left.

He yelled twice, but the other party didn't respond. He shook his head and muttered, "It's too easy to get angry..."

Hang Fengyu swept away the unhappiness at the beginning, chatting with the young masters beside him, He Yuxiu drank for a while, felt bored after a while, and simply got up and left the banquet hall, wanting to go to the deck to blow some air.

After eating a meal for too long, it was already evening, the sun was setting, the moon was out, and the waves were swaying under the cruise ship. He Yuxiu came out suddenly, a little dizzy, he pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and shook them He Yuxiu caught a glimpse of Xu Shaoqing when he regained consciousness a little bit, and there were quite a few people on the deck.

He was holding a goblet and leaning against the railing. There was no one else around him, so he felt a little lonely for no reason.

He Yuxiu didn't know if he was looking at her. The night came up, and the faint yellow light also lit up together. From such a distance, the eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly.

"You didn't let me drink, but you went outside to drink?"

Xu Shaoqing didn't speak, but shook the cup in his hand. The red liquid swayed on the wall of the cup, then sank, just like the waves of the river below. After surging, he calmed down again. He sighed very slightly.

He Yuxiu put his arms on the railing, looked down, and felt dizzy again, so he simply turned around and leaned against the railing.

There was a slight wind blowing, he raised his head and sighed: "It's so comfortable..."

Xu Shaoqing turned to look at him, "You and..."

"Huh?" He Yuxiu glanced at him, Xu Shaoqing paused, and asked, "You and that person knew each other a long time ago?"

He Yuxiu is not stupid, after listening for a while, she knew that he was talking about Hang Fengyu, so she nodded, "Student."

Xu Shaoqing looked at him: "You and him..."

He Yuxiu waved her hand before he finished speaking, "Don't mention him, it's a disappointment."

Xu Shaoqing then pursed his lips and stopped talking.

He glanced at him with complicated eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back.

"Will Mr. He continue to teach me how to draw?"

He Yuxiu glanced at him, "Like you have been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, I'm afraid I have almost forgotten what I taught you before, why do you want to come to my house? When you don't want to come, it will be several days I can't be fooled if I don't see anyone?"

"Of course not. I'm just thinking that Mr. He only cares about messing around with Ningning. I'm afraid he has forgotten me somewhere."

He Yuxiu froze for a moment, smacked his words, and tasted a sour taste for no reason.

Remembering that day when the man put down his chopsticks and left, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he thought about it carefully, and didn't know how to speak.

Finally hesitantly said: "Xu Shaoqing, if you think of me that way, it's outrageous."

He coughed and said, "Ningning is your sister after all, you should be nervous, but... I don't have any unreasonable thoughts about her, so don't think too much about it."

"You..." Xu Shaoqing frowned, glanced at him, and swallowed the words.

He supported his forehead, "Forget it...I'll go to rest for a while."

He Yuxiu watched him go, feeling strange in her heart, what happened to Xu Shaoqing today, something so wrong.

At this time, there were fewer and fewer people on the deck, He Yuxiu shook her head, and turned to look at the night scene.

There was a crescent moon in the sky, compared with the bustle on the boat, it looked sickly. There were a few sporadic stars around, twinkling and twinkling, and the layers of clouds were clearly printed by the brilliance of the moon, like stars mixed in ink. The rouge was still slightly red, and the coldness was getting stronger, and it was not as comfortable as before. He Yuxiu watched the sickly moon, but felt that his whole body was getting weaker and weaker.he

I yawned and wanted to go back to the cabin to rest.

Just about to turn around, when he turned his head, he saw Hang Fengyu standing only three meters away from him. He was talking with someone, and he looked a little drunk. The whole person was drunk, talking and laughing, like a playboy.

He Yuxiu wanted to leave, but Hang Fengyu stopped himself, "Painter He, why are you leaving? Why do you want to leave as soon as you see me?"

He Yuxiu was tired from drinking, and her mind was not particularly clear, only hearing his voice, she began to get irritable again.

"Hang Fengyu, I advise you not to mess with me."

Hearing the sound, Hang Fengyu got rid of the group of people, sneered, and leaned in front of him, "Yo, you are still so angry, you are so proud, you are so proud in the capital, and you are still so proud in Ningpu."

He Yuxiu glanced at him, "How can you look so proud, most of the advertisements in the newspapers come from your studio, and the painters of Hangzhou University must be earning a lot of money now."

There were fewer and fewer people on the deck, and the voices of the two were not too low, and many people heard it. It was suspected that the two had quarreled. He tugged at his wrist.

With a gloomy face, he looked straight at He Yuxiu: "He Yuxiu, please explain clearly, do you look down on me from the beginning to the end?"

"Looking down on you?" He Yuxiu turned her head away, pushed his hand away, paused for a moment, then laughed abruptly, raised her head, and smiled slightly, looking a bit annoyed: "Okay, I'll just say it, yes I really look down on you, look down on your inferior skills, don’t know how to study hard, and use your crooked brains to copy other people’s work, look down on you who have learned so much and throw it away, and instead draw nasty moon card nude paintings, I am I can't see you, what's wrong?"

Hang Fengyu's expression was indescribable, he snorted coldly: "Yes, isn't it just many years ago, I copied a picture of you, it's hard for you to remember it for so long, do you think I really rarely copy your things? Your uncle is from the school Teacher, the father who died of illness was the famous old painter He Shangjun. Who in the industry doesn’t respect him? If you paint and others boast that you are a genius, then they will lie to you. Who doesn’t know it’s because of your father? In terms of face, I imitated your painting, and the brushwork is almost exactly the same as yours. Why did the teacher give me such a low evaluation and give you a high score? Why? Just because you are He Yuxiu and I am a wild boy from the countryside Is it?"

He Yuxiu was stunned, and when he realized it, he frowned, "Hang Fengyu, didn't you understand that fight? Let me say it again, my father died early, and I borrowed some of his old man's face, and let them After more than ten years, how much will he treat me for the face of his old man? If you copy it, copy it, don't use it."

Hang Fengyu laughed abruptly, with a hint of self-deprecating: "Forget it, you say yes, after all, we used to be friends. You look down on me, I already knew that when you were studying, you liked those Ni Zan Bada, It is said that they stick to their hearts, and you should also be like that. I am different from you. You and I have different hearts. If you want to be famous for a lifetime, I want to have a smooth life. You can have your daydreams. No, as long as there is no one in the world who dares to look down on me like you."

He Yuxiu's heart was shocked, and he was overwhelmed. It was not a good feeling. He looked up at the Hang Fengyu again, but saw him hold his head up and chest out, and said: "You don't like my paintings, but I rely on it and call Ningpu nobody. Dare to regard me as a wild boy, no one dares to step on me at will, no one knows my name, Hang Fengyu. I have money, and the most famous woman in Ningpu, Lu Xiaodie, has become my fiancée, He Yuxiu , I am no longer the old country boy who would be grateful if you gave me a paintbrush. Now I also wear a suit and go to these high-class occasions. I sit and toast with the celebrities in Ningpu. How dare you call me obscene when no one mocks me?"

He Yuxiu paused, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Hang Fengyu, touch your heart. When you entered the first class, what did the teacher ask and what did you answer?"

Hang Fengyu pursed his lower lip, turned his head away, and snorted coldly, "Who remembers such things..."

"I remember."

Hang Fengyu was a little dazed, but saw He Yuxiu turned her back with a calm face.

"The teacher asked you, why did you study painting?"

"You said that one day you went out and saw the little green on the branches in early spring. You liked it so much. You always thought of a way to keep it, so that you can see it after a long time."

Hang Fengyu waved his hand, "Stop talking, that kind of thing..."

He Yuxiu interrupted him, "That kind of thing is your original intention of painting at the beginning."

"Hang Fengyu, do you sometimes miss it?"

Hang Fengyu closed his eyes, "I'm different from you..."

"What is the difference?"

He Yuxiu's chest was heaving, and her mood fluctuated violently, "When you were in school, you always said that you were a wild boy from the country, and thought that I was better than you in everything, and I was better than you in everything, but I envied you for having both parents and Cheng Huan for so many years. , every time your parents come to school to see you, they bring the best things from home, but you always want to compare with me, yes, I don’t have to worry about food and clothing, and I am raised by my uncle, but after all, I am not my own parents. , you will never understand! You are too dissatisfied."

Hang Fengyu's throat rolled twice, seemingly unbelievable.

"You...really?"

He Yuxiu bit her lower lip, raised her head, and looked quite proud, "So what, why, now that I'm not as comfortable as you think, does it satisfy your heart that always wants to compare with me?"

Hang Fengyu was silent.

He Yuxiu looked at him and said, "Hang Fengyu, the world is turbid, but there is at least one corner of the soul that should not be bound by fame and fortune."

After finishing speaking, he sighed, and didn't expect Hang Fengyu to answer, so he turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard Hang Fengyu shouting from behind: "He Yuxiu, you don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

He Yuxiu didn't look back.

Hang Fengyu shouted from behind: "Although you are right in every way, do you think that in this world, you have to be what you want? Do you know that there are many people like me who paint for life in the world? Nothing shameful, nothing dirty!"

He Yuxiu paused, exhaled, and continued to walk forward, but her hands trembled slightly.

People with different ways do not conspire with each other.

They also drank spirits together, drank to their heart's content, called brothers and brothers, and thought they were confidants.Now that time has passed and the situation has changed, every time we meet, there will be endless ridicule, but things are different.

He used to be a Pianpian young man, and imitated his old son and brother to ride a horse around the suburbs of Beijing. As a result, the two of them fell to the ground and laughed at themselves as the second idiot in the west of Beijing. As a result, it rained heavily and locked them in a farmhouse abruptly.

He Yuxiu remembered for a long time what he ate that day was coarse grains, small cakes and eight-treasure porridge.

There was a water leak in the hut, the sound of dripping water, He Yuxiu touched his sore shoulder, gritted his teeth and looked at Hang Fengyu, and said that he must ask him to drink in the future.

Now... heh...

He Yuxiu pinched the center of his brows, and didn't think about anything else, a strong lethargy surged up, and he felt tired all over.

The author says:

Come to fill in the soil... This chapter is quite long