After being imprisoned by a sickly enemy, I was reborn

"Hello."

Zheng Sixun extended his right hand to him in a friendly way, his smile was as bright as the warm sun in March.

"Hello."

Jiang Yu let go of the fist behind his back, shook hands with Zheng Sixun politely, and then looked at them quietly with his hands in his pockets,

Gu Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise: "By the way, why are you here?"

Zheng Sixun pressed the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth, and frowned indifferently: "Hey, a boring middle school reunion,"

"Well, did you, great painter, bring any paintings to your middle school classmates?" Gu Lin raised his hand and patted his arm jokingly.

"My paintings are only given to those who understand them," Zheng Sixun paused after being unfathomable, "or sell them directly to...others at a high price."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled easily.

"I remember you said before that you sold a painting to the owner of this hotel?" Gu Lin suddenly remembered something, and gently tapped his temple with the slender and bony index finger of his left hand.

Zheng Sixun nodded with emotion: "Yes, I will take you to have a look, are you interested?"

"Of course." Gu Lin agreed for Jiang Yu, and put his arm on his shoulder, "Let's go, together."

"..."

Jiang Yu has no interest in Zheng Sixun, but the friendship between Zheng Sixun and Lu Chenzhao made him join the painting appreciation team by accident.

However, he still asked, "Don't worry about your classmates?"

"It's okay, they're all drunk."

Zheng Sixun said with a smile.

Although it was a class reunion, he didn't even smell of alcohol, probably because he really didn't take this party seriously, and being able to attend was already giving his classmates face,

Jiang Yu greeted Zhao Yi first, and then was dragged away by Gu Lin. Zhao Yi was very satisfied with the approach of him and Gu Lin, and subconsciously took a photo of their backs, and then cut off Zheng Sixun , in order to build momentum for the later film promotion.

Zheng Sixun asked a hotel staff member to lead the three of them into a VIP lounge. The lounge was decorated in a combination of Chinese and Western styles. On the most striking south-facing wall was an abstract painting framed in a dark red frame. painting.

"Here, that's it." Zheng Sixun stood in front of the painting with his pocket in his pocket, raised his chin slightly, and said to the two of them, "This is my debut work. I wanted to keep it at home as a souvenir, but the hotel owner is Nouveau riche... I'll sell it if the bid is high."

"..."

Jiang Yu was keenly aware that this guy named Zheng Sixun had many contradictory factors concentrated in him...

He is an artist, but his sunny and handsome appearance and tall stature make him look more like an athlete; he has the integrity of an artist, but at the same time he can bend his waist for enough money; Be paranoid about being yourself...

And the biggest contradiction in him lies in the inconsistency between inside and outside, which can be said to be a serious incoordination!

His words and deeds are easy to understand, but the connotation of the paintings is mysterious and unpredictable. His appearance is obviously sunny and warm, but the paintings give people a gloomy and cold feeling of suffocation.

Zheng Sixun's debut painting is very abstract, mainly in blue and black, but there is a small red dot in the center of the painting, like a hot flame.

"can't read."

Gu Lin shook his head, this painting had no effect on him.

Because I can't understand it, I don't feel it strongly.

"What about you?"

Zheng Sixun turned his head to look at Jiang Yu friendly.

[You are so terrible. ]

This sentence flashed through Jiang Yu's mind, but he said it more decently: "I may understand a little bit."

"Oh?"

Zheng Sixun's eyes suddenly brightened, and he stared at his profile curiously.

Jiang Yu ignored his gaze, but looked at the painting and walked closer. In Gu Lin's eyes, the painting seemed to have vitality, or to put it this way, it was like a black hole, making Jiang Yu approach it involuntarily.

Gu Lin put his arms on his chest, eager to hear his evaluation with great interest.

Jiang Yu's eyes focused on the inconspicuous red, and Feng Danyun said lightly: "This painting is very distorted, dark, and depressing... It makes people feel dangerous and scary, but it also makes people bear it." Can't stop getting close... What the painting wants to express is a feeling that is naturally sensitive to danger and loves adventure, just like the fire that can't be extinguished in the cold and dark, breeding cold-blooded and madness."

He talked to himself, making Gu Lin, who was listening intently, feel horrified.

When Jiang Yu described Zheng Sixun's painting, he also sketched out some images in his mind, and those abstract lines finally became a familiar figure——Lu Chenzhao.

His body broke out in a cold sweat involuntarily.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Zheng Sixun applauded appreciatively, and there was a smile of both surprise and approval on the corner of his lips.

"Is he right?" Gu Lin hurriedly asked.

Zheng Sixun raised his eyebrows and looked at him, with his hands on his hips: "What do you think, old friend."

Gu Lin raised his eyebrows, and cast his eyes on the painting again: "You like to take risks, I know that...others, I feel like a lunatic, who are you thinking about when you draw this painting? "

Zheng Sixun puffed up one side of his face in a foolish manner: "Forgot."

Gu Lin: "..." He didn't believe it.

Jiang Yu: "..." He didn't believe it either.

At the same time, he was also sensitive to whether there would be any ulterior relationship between Lu Chenzhao and Zheng Sixun. Thinking of this, the conflicting and strong emotions deep in his heart were at work again.

He hastily withdrew his eyes from the painting.

"Jiang Yu is very talented in art and has great taste. What you said is basically right." Zheng Sixun looked at him with a smile, and stretched out his right hand again, "I feel very honored to know you as a friend today. , my art exhibition will open on the [-]th of next month, I hope to see you then."

"must."

Jiang Yu shook hands with him again.

Zheng Sixun smiled: "Then leave a contact information, and I will have someone bring you the invitation letter later."

Jiang Yu readily agreed, "Okay."

The three of them walked out of the lounge to the hotel lobby. Zhao Yi and others had already left early and greeted Jiang Yu and Gu Lin on WeChat. Only Jiang Yu's assistant Ma Youyi was still waiting for him.

At this time, the hotel lobby was in chaos, filled with noisy and chaotic voices and countless bystanders.

The elevator door opened, and several medical staff hurriedly pushed the stretcher cart. An unconscious woman was lying on the stretcher. The wound on her wrist was simply bandaged. Stretch your neck for a photo at the door.

"Brother, don't go to the gate, there are too many reporters, let's go through the back door!" Ma Youyi hurriedly stepped forward to stop the three of them.

She pushed Jiang Yu, trying to turn around for him: "Go, go, lest the reporter rush in and get caught and can't go away."

Jiang Yu innocently glanced at Gu Lin, who was more famous and popular beside him, and Gu Lin tilted his head: "You go first, Si Xun and I just have a chat, let's treat it as a reminiscence."

Looking at the back of Jiang Yu being pushed away by Ma Youyi, Gu Lin turned his head to look at Zheng Sixun: "I saw you winking at me a long time ago, what do you want to say?"