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Wen Ling spread out the scroll, and the four paintings were hung on the display rack one by one.Wen Ruixue came over with a bag of milk tea and said, "Brother Ci, isn't he coming today?"

"Come on." Wen Ling said, he adjusted the position of the scroll, "Is it crooked?"

"It's not crooked, just right." Wen Ruixue said, she took out a cup of milk tea and handed it to Wen Ling, "to cool off from the heat."

It wasn't too hot in Beijing in May, and the cool breeze was blowing under the shade of the trees. Wen Ling took a sip of iced milk tea, stared at her wrist, and said out of nowhere: "Am I, fat?"

"Brother Ci is well-raised." Wen Ruixue said, she was sincerely happy for her brother's happiness, she saw Ke Yici from a distance, and joked, "Brother Ci didn't wear a scarf this time."

This can be traced back to more than a month ago when Ke Yi resigned for his birthday, Wen Ling presented him with a hand-woven scarf.In order to keep warm, Wen Ling deliberately chose the thickest cashmere thread, and the knitted scarf did not look as delicate as a machine-made scarf.In March in Yangchun, when the average temperature was minus [-] degrees, Ke Yici insisted on wearing it for half a month, and said to everyone, how do you know this is a scarf knitted by my girlfriend.

The entire CCTV building knows that Ke Yici, the host of Channel 13, has an ingenious partner.

Ren Xian made trouble with him, but the bottom line is that she is not allowed to wear a scarf to record the show.

Ni Fangli dragged his suitcase to Tibet to take pictures of the border, and resolutely refused to accept Ke Yici's mental abuse.

"Brother, next time, knit him some woolen underwear." Wen Ruixue said, "I want to see Brother Ci grinning."

Wen Ling patted her sister's shoulder with a smile, and Ke Yici embraced her head-on, and a coquettish voice sounded in her ear: "Miss me?"

It was Wen Ruixue's turn to hide away with grinning teeth, and Wen Ling replied seriously: "Yes."

"Hey," Ke Yi bid farewell to Wen Ling, "I think you can't eat anymore."

In the past week, the two had hardly seen each other. Wen Ling was busy with her graduation defense and handing in various paperwork.Since the painting materials and the like were kept at home, Wen Ling had no time to live with Ke Yici, and the gluey couple had to live apart for a week.

Can't eat?Wen Ling touched Ke Yici's waist, and it seemed that he had lost a lot of weight. He said, "I want to eat."

"Let's go eat Hunan cuisine tonight. I've made a reservation." Ke Yici said, "The reporters and cameras will come over to take pictures later. Tell me yourself?"

"Yes." Wen Ling nodded. He no longer flinched like he did half a year ago. Although his speech was still not smooth, he was already fully prepared to explain his works.

The theme of the four scrolls is "Little Cranes Fueling the Wind", which vividly show the four stages of a young crane learning to fly.In the fourth act of Qingxiao, the focus of the picture shifts from the white cranes to the bustling world with lights, row upon row of pavilions, towers and pavilions, and the mountains and mountains that are lightly described in light ink. Groups of white cranes are soaring upward, firmly heading towards the unknown distance.

From the conception of the theme to the presentation of the content, one can see Wen Ling's style at first glance, with profound meaning and easy to understand.Wen Ling insists that people can understand and feel something, which is the creator's success. Compared with Yangchun Baixue, he is more inclined to appreciate both refined and popular.

"I don't understand, it means," Wen Ling faced the camera, smiling shyly, but said straightforwardly, "White painting."

Standing by the side, Ke Yici raised his eyebrows in surprise, and whispered to Wen Ruixue, "Xiaoyu offended a lot of people with one word."

"My brother used to work with a teacher," Wen Ruixue said. "The teacher had a bad personality. He deliberately used all kinds of high-level concepts to fool buyers. I'm annoyed by him."

"No wonder." Ke Yici said, "An artist should have a temper."

At the end of the interview, Wen Ling was about to leave the exhibition hall with her schoolbag. Ke Yici said, "Don't you need to guard the works? I think other students will stay here all day."

"No need." Wen Ling was full of confidence, "They understand." He waved to his sister and led Ke Yici out of the venue.

"Where are you going?" Ke Yici was at a loss.

Wen Ling asked, "Are you driving, are you in the car?"

"The car is at the door." Ke Yici said.

"My mother gave it to me," Wen Ling took out a small box from his schoolbag, "this."

Ke Yici looked at the black velvet box and came up with an incredible guess. He said, "This is..."

Wen Ling put the box into her schoolbag.

Ke Yici's eyes straightened, and he said, "Oh no, open me and have a look."

"No." Wen Ling deliberately whetted his appetite, he hugged his schoolbag tightly and looked ahead, "Let's go, your house."

"My house?" Ke Yici started the car, "Why?"

"Passport." Wen Ling said, "Buy a plane ticket."

Usually it was Ke Yici who planned the itinerary, and the good-tempered Wen Ling followed him all the way. This time, Ke Yici found it fresh and interesting.He followed Wen Ling's wishes and returned to the rental house, opened the bedside table, took out his passport, and handed it to Wen Ling: "And then?"

In front of Ke Yici, Wen Ling booked two tickets to Tokyo, Japan.

"Leaving on Saturday." Ke Yici said, "How many days?"

"Three days." Wen Ling said.

Why is it three days?Ke Yici was full of question marks, but Wen Ling didn't say anything, so he had to go to the kitchen to cook in resentment.

Today, on Tuesday, Ke Yici counted the days on his fingers and struggled until Friday. He rushed into Ren Xian's office like a gust of wind: "Boss, I want to ask for a day of annual leave."

"What's the number?" Ren Xian asked.

"Next Monday." Ke Yici said, "The email has been sent to your mailbox."

"Okay, I'll approve it later." Ren Xian said.

Wen Ling is still an intern at CCTV, but the graduation exhibition will be held this week, and he will naturally ask for leave to work on graduation and the mysterious little black box.

"Decided?" Shi Rong said.

Wen Ling nodded, holding his mother's gift, and said, "I should give him a sense of security." Ke Yici is a very patient person, he feels uneasy all the time, but he will not tell Wen Ling directly that his insomnia , showing off, and desire to protect, although cute, also worried Wen Ling.

Depression is like a seed buried deep in the ground, and a little thing will give it a chance to break out of the ground.Ke Yici hopes that Wen Ling will get better and better, and Wen Ling also wants Ke Yici to live a carefree life.

"Then I'll give you another gift when you come back." Shi Rong said, she got up and hugged Wen Ling, "My Xiaoyu has grown up."

Wen Ling patted her mother on the shoulder wordlessly.

From Beijing to Tokyo, the two-hour journey, Ke Yici tried every means to get the black box out of Wen Ling's hands, and he said, "I'll help you carry the bag."

"No need." Wen Ling gathered the schoolbag in her arms.

"Do you want to drink water? May I help you with a glass of orange juice?" Ke Yici tried to divert Wen Ling's attention.

Wen Ling shook her head: "I'm not thirsty."

Okay, Ke Yici sighed, the kid was as stubborn as a cow, he leaned on the back of the chair, tilted his head against Wen Ling's shoulder, and muttered: "It's all your fault for teasing me, I haven't been able to sleep for several days Sleep."

Wen Ling pretended not to understand his misery, and was determined not to give Ke Yici the chance to touch the schoolbag.

When the plane landed at Haneda International Airport, Ke Yici didn't even see the face of the little black box.He followed Wen Ling's footsteps, lowered his head and got into the taxi: "Where are we going?"

Wen Ling took out her mobile phone, entered the location, translated it into Japanese, and clicked on the voice output.The driver turned the steering wheel to merge into the traffic. Ke Yici couldn't understand Japanese, and looked blankly at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window.

The taxi traveled north through the city and finally stopped in front of a temple.Wen Ling pulled Ke Yici out of the car, and walked straight to the gazebo where the lottery was sought.He held the stick with both hands, shook it vigorously, and pulled out a wooden stick.Ke Yici picked up the wooden sign and read the signed text: "Zhongji."

Wen Ling's uneasy heart fell to the ground, and he bent his eyes: "That's great." He picked up the signed letter and put it in his schoolbag, "Next stop."

"Where are you going?" Ke Yi asked.

When they came to the district office, Wen Ling got two marriage certificates from the staff, and he handed Ke Yici a form and said, "You fill it out."

"What is this?" Ke Yici pointed to the words on the top of the watch, "I still know these words."

"Marry." Wen Ling said, he opened the black box that Ke Yici had been curious about all the way, and there were two uniquely designed rings neatly placed inside.

Although he had been psychologically prepared, Ke Yici was still too excited to speak for a while at this moment.His Adam's apple rolled, he pinched a ring, put it on Wen Ling's finger, and said, "It's hard work you kept it from me for so long."

"I want you, look forward to it, a few days." Wen Ling said.

"Why did you choose Japan?" Ke Yici asked.

"Near." Wen Ling said, "You are busy at work."

"Can we stop talking about this, I'm not as busy as you think." Ke Yici regretted that he used his busy work as an excuse to prevaricate Wen Ling. He said solemnly, "I love you, and I will never Lie to you, don't make an example."

Wen Ling blinked, twisted a ring and put it on Ke Yici's hand, and said, "I love you too." He glanced at the phone and said, "They are about to get off work."

"Oh, let's write it quickly." Ke Yici picked up a pen and wrote down his name.

Wen Ling approached Ke Yici, kissed him, and rubbed his cheek like a cat.

Ke Yici pushed Wen Ling away in a rare way, and said, "Little ancestor, you can make trouble as you like when you go back to the hotel. Now hurry up and do your homework."

"Oh." Wen Ling picked up the pen obediently, and ticked the column for same-sex couples.

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