After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

"I'm just allergic to cat fur."

Lin Xingmo stood up and opened the door.

Outside the door was the courier delivery boy. The hard paper bag used to hold the documents was handed over. It was thin and weightless, and his name was written in black marker on the blank space.

"Please sign for it."

"Thank you."

Lin Xingmo took the courier and turned around to enter the door, dismantling it as he walked.

However, what was contained in the paper bag was not the divorce agreement sent by lawyer Xu Yi, but an invitation letter for an art exhibition from one of his seniors in college.

Lin Xingmo looked at the invitation letter and searched carefully in his memory.

He still has a little impression of this senior. The relationship between the two is okay, but they have no contact after graduation. They belong to the kind of half-acquainted people listed in the address book.

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, the other party would suddenly send him an invitation letter.

In addition to the invitation letter of the art exhibition, there is also a business card.

Wu Liangyu.

Lin Xingmo glanced at it, picked up the phone and found the number he hadn't contacted for a long time, took a photo of the invitation letter and sent it with a question mark attached.

Just sent it, and the other party replied.

Senior Wu Liangyu: [It seems that you still live in Yunshan Xiaozhu];

Lin Xingmo has lived here since college. It was the house left to him by his parents, and it was kept as his studio after marriage.It's just that Xu Yi kept cats, and he was allergic to cat fur, so he moved back here altogether.

This stay will last until the two divorce.

Lin Xingmo did not reply, waiting for him to continue.

The other party probably also understood his temper, and the new message came quickly.

[If you are free on Saturday night, come and have a look]

【Want to share the joy with you】

Lin Xingmo thought for a while, replied well, and congratulated.

The conversation ended here, and he had no interest in exchanging pleasantries.

Lin Xingmo casually sent the photo of the invitation letter to Assistant Xiao, asking him to come and pick him up at that time, then threw the phone aside and continued to hug the pillow in a daze.

Sitting down, sleepiness swept over again.

The young man's head was bit by bit, and finally he couldn't hold on and fell on the sofa, and fell asleep again.

As time went by, the sun gradually turned from warm to dim.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and the faint moonlight poured in from the window, making the room cold.

Probably because the pills played a role, Lin Xingmo felt that his brain was much clearer.

He looked at the white moonlight in front of him, and after a while, he slowly raised his hands.

The beautiful light blue eyes reflected a pair of human palms - what he was worried about did not happen, he was still Lin Xingmo as a human.

So, turning into a cat was really just his burnt out... nightmare?

His hands pressed to his chest.

"Plop-plop-"

The heart beats gently, even the sound of the heartbeat is so peaceful.

But he clearly remembered how enthusiastically this heart beat in his chest in the dream...

-

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

Assistant Xiao rang the doorbell twice, but without a surprise there was no response, and no one came to open the door for him.

He waited for a while, then lowered his head and skillfully pressed the code on the door lock, and after the door opened, he pushed the door and walked in.

The heating was blowing hot, Assistant Xiao took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door, and carefully took off his shoes and placed them neatly before entering the room.

He cleaned up quickly with his hands and feet, then made a pot of hot tea, placed a plate of snacks on the tray, and brought them to the studio, knocking on the concealed door.

Looking into the room at a glance, I saw a thin figure sitting by the window, scribbling on the drawing board.

He intentionally made a little noise, but the young man didn't look back.He was painting carefully and attentively, even his back was a bit deserted.

"Mr. Lin, what you painted today is an oil painting."

Assistant Xiao walked over with tea, came behind the young man, and asked aloud.

Lin Xingmo seemed to have just noticed his arrival, and finally looked away from the drawing board in front of him, glanced at him, then looked away again, and continued with the unfinished painting.

Assistant Xiao didn't take it seriously, and put the tray on the low table next to him, then stood behind him, and his attention fell on his drawing board again.

Mr. Kobayashi's painting style is very realistic.

He seems to have the ability to restore 100% of the pictures in his memory. The pictures he draws often make people unable to tell whether they are photos or paintings.

For someone like Assistant Xiao who doesn't know much about art, Lin Xingmo's painting skills can be called magic.

Watching Mr. Kobayashi's paintings is like watching the process of casting a spell.

Today's painting is a koi jumping into the air in an unknown courtyard.

Drawing from the angle of looking up, I can see red and white koi leaping vigorously under the white sunlight, splashing water droplets, and releasing colorful rainbow lights.

The falling drops of water seemed to be right in front of him, and Assistant Xiao couldn't help but raise his hand to block them, in case the drops splashed into his eyes.

The impact of the screen is very strong.

"Mr. Lin, have you gone out to watch fish these days?" Assistant Xiao asked a little strangely after looking at it for a while.

Lin Xingmo's paintings, except for commercial drafts, are basically scenes he encountered in life.

Assistant Xiao doesn't remember taking over a similar job for him recently, and the courtyard in this painting is a bit like the scenery in the south - it's so cold now, put a glass of water on the window sill, and it will freeze in a few minutes. There is no way to raise fish outdoors.

Lin Xingmo paused, a faint light flickered in his light blue eyes.

"I saw it in my dream."

He looked at the painting, as if he had turned into the white kitten again, squatting by the pond with his head up, attracted by the koi that slapped its tail vigorously in the sky.

Assistant Xiao nodded suddenly, and then was once again impressed by his employer's painting skills.

Who hasn't dreamed in sleep?

But after waking up from the dream, not only can I remember what I dreamed, but I can also draw it so clearly and delicately. I am afraid that there are not many people in the world except Mr. Xiaolin?

Lin Xingmo quickly finished the last stroke, then put down the brush, got up and went to the bathroom to clean.

"Hey, there's another picture..."

Assistant Xiao helped him clean up the mess, only to find that there was another painting in the corner of the wall. Judging from the undried paint, it should have been painted today.

He picked up the painting curiously.

The main character in the painting is a little boy standing under a low wall, surrounded by two or three vague figures, only the little boy's appearance is clear, and the assistant's attention is involuntarily focused on him.

The little boy's facial features looked a little familiar, he had a soft and gentle smile on his handsome and delicate face, and a pair of wet dog eyes sparkled, making one want to rua his hair.

He stretched out his hand in the direction of the "camera", as if expecting something.

"so cute."

Assistant Xiao couldn't help muttering, "When did Mr. Lin change his style..."

By the time Lin Xingmo came out of the bathroom, Assistant Xiao had already cleaned up the studio, leaving only two oil paintings by the window quietly hanging there to dry.

Tea and snacks have been placed on the bay window.

Lin Xingmo didn't look at the painting. He walked over and climbed up the bay window, sitting with his knees hugged, holding hot tea in both hands, but didn't drink it. He just put it in his palm to feel the warmth from the porcelain cup.

After a long time, the young man raised his head slightly.

He looked at the white sky, seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to be thinking about nothing, just in a daze...

-

"Sir, please show me your invitation letter."

At the entrance of the exhibition hall, Su Zhuoyang pushed a man in a wheelchair, but was stopped by the staff just as he was about to enter.

Before he could speak, hurried footsteps sounded, and a fat, middle-aged man came out from the exhibition hall. Before he approached, he was already smiling.

"Mr. Xu, what brought you here? How are you doing recently?"

He rubbed his hands nervously, and said respectfully to the man in the wheelchair.

Xu Yi was sitting in a wheelchair, his originally drooping eyelashes were raised, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his handsome face was covered with frost, revealing a gloomy and gloomy look that no one should get close to.

He nodded indifferently, and lightly tapped his fingertips on the armrest.

Su Zhuoyang understood, smiled at the person in charge of the exhibition hall, and said briskly: "Let's go in first."

"Okay, please come in!"

As if waking up from a dream, the person in charge quickly stepped aside and respectfully watched them enter the exhibition hall.

After confirming that they had already entered, he turned his head and glared at the staff who had just blocked them, and said in a low voice, "That's our big boss! The whole building belongs to him, remember next time!"

After finishing speaking, he tidied up his face and chased after him with a smile on his face.

"Cousin, it's rare to come out, so don't put on a bad face and be happy."

Su Zhuoyang pushed the wheelchair, different from Xu Yi's gloomy indifference, his eyes were crooked, and he kept smiling.

The young man who has just entered university still has a fledgling youthful air, and he seldom shows timidity in front of Xu Yi.

Xu Yi was in no mood to pay attention to him. He lowered his head and flipped through the handbook that he had handed over from the registration office, commanding, "Go to Zone E."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood today, Su Zhuoyang curled his lips, and could only accept his fate as a toolman.

Soon, the two came to the target exhibition area.

Today's private art exhibition is jointly organized by many painters, the most famous of which is Ruan Qingqiu, a master of traditional Chinese painting.

This master Ruan has not released any paintings for many years, but his reputation has not diminished in the slightest. It is heard that this time he came out of the mountain mainly to support his proud disciple.

They came early, and there were still no one in the exhibition hall, but two or three people had already stopped to admire the works of the master of traditional Chinese painting.

It was a picture of thousands of galloping horses, which looked majestic and magnificent at first glance.

Xu Yi's brows and eyes finally relaxed a little, obviously very satisfied.

The person in charge of the exhibition hall who had been following them came over with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Xu, this is Master Ruan's new work. Master Ruan is coming out this time..."

He was just about to state how much effort he had spent in order to persuade this master of traditional Chinese painting to come out of the mountain and choose their exhibition hall, how many famous painters he had invited for this art exhibition, and how much profit he expected to generate, but the result is not yet finished. Just heard their big boss say: "I want this painting."

The expression on the person in charge's face cracked.

He stared at Xu Yi stiffly, and Xu Yi had already taken out a notebook from his pocket and wrote the address on it with a signature pen.

"This is a new address, don't send it wrong."

However, he was only halfway through writing, and the person in charge had already opened his mouth with difficulty: "Mr. Xu, Master Ruan's paintings are not for sale, they are only for display..."

Xu Yi couldn't help frowning, and his black eyes turned cold. Even sitting in a wheelchair, his calm aura made the person in charge feel heavy pressure.

He tried his best to put on a smiling face and said, "Why don't you look at other paintings? Besides Master Ruan's paintings, there are also works by several well-known painters participating in the exhibition. Maybe you can meet someone you like again?"

Xu Yi suppressed his irritability and said in a low voice: "Can the exhibition hall contact Master Ruan? The price is negotiable."

The person in charge was embarrassed: "Yes, yes... But Mr. Xu doesn't know something. This Master Ruan has a weird temper. He claims that his paintings are not for sale, but only for those who are destined."

Xu Yi couldn't help being depressed, and wanted to say something more, but Su Zhuoyang stopped him and said, "Since this is the case, then it's not easy to force others to do so."

Then the person in charge was sent away.

The few people who had just looked at the painting also walked away at this moment, leaving only the two of them in this exhibition area.

Su Zhuoyang said: "Although my uncle likes Master Ruan's paintings, there is no way if they don't sell them. Let's look at other paintings."

Xu Yi didn't take it seriously: "How do you know I'm not the predestined person? You'll know when you meet."

Su Zhuoyang: "..."

Xu Yi stared at the ink painting on the wall, with his thin lips tightly pressed together, exuding a dark and low air pressure all over his body.

Su Zhuoyang: "What's wrong with you today? I haven't seen you so caring about your uncle's birthday in previous years? You even came to the art exhibition to buy gifts yourself."

Xu Yi didn't want to talk to him, but he heard him ask: "I heard that you are going through a divorce?"

Hearing this, Xu Yi's already gloomy face darkened a bit.

Su Zhuoyang couldn't help blinking, and wondered: "Really?"

"What is true or false has nothing to do with you."

Xu Yi obviously didn't want to talk about it, but Su Zhuoyang was very interested. He continued: "Brother, you put so much effort into marrying someone back then. It's only been less than half a year? Are you tired of it?"

Xu Yi was silent, and just when Su Zhuoyang thought he would not answer, he heard him say: "I'm not tired."

How could it be boring?

"Then why do you want a divorce?"

Su Zhuoyang was puzzled.

"What happened? It wasn't you who moved on, could it be that Lin Xingmo cheated? Impossible!"

Xu Yi was so pestered by Su Zhuoyang that he couldn't help it. Thinking of the scene that day, he pursed his lips and said in a muffled voice, "He doesn't like snow balls."

Su Zhuoyang was stunned, "What?"

Xu Yi confirmed again: "That's right, he hates my cat."

"But Xuetuan has already..."

Su Zhuoyang paused.

Xuetuan is a cat that my cousin has raised for nearly 20 years. He has been with my cousin since he was born.

only……

If it's really because of the cat, then it's impossible to wait for Xuetuan to leave, right?

Xu Yi closed his eyes, and the blue eyes of the young man who had always been cold and calm appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, silently showing a self-deprecating smile.

After all, this marriage was just forced by him, and such a result should have been expected...

"I don't hate snow balls, nor do I hate cats." The young man's calm voice sounded behind him.

Xu Yi suddenly opened his eyes and looked back.

Lin Xingmo, whom he was thinking about, suddenly stood two steps away from him.

The light blue eyes of the young man looked at him faintly, his cold and thin face could hardly hide its radiance, under the bright light of the exhibition hall, he was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting who fell into the mortal world.

Xu Yi was stunned, and heard him continue: "I'm just allergic to cat fur."

The author says:

Mr. Xu: He is explaining to me!He must be in love with me!He wants to get back together with me!

Mo Zai: ...