Manhattanhenge

Ning Yixiao looked back at everything he had, and it still felt like a dream.

He is not good at expressing himself when he is emotionally ups and downs, so he just closed the folder and asked Su Hui, "Can I kiss?"

"Don't ask time-wasting questions." Su Hui deliberately said what Ning Yixiao always liked to say, but in a playful tone, took a step closer, and offered a kiss.

The big flowers were compressed between the hugs of the two, making small and warm sounds.Ning Yixiao's arm was loosely wrapped around his waist, gently deepening the kiss.

When it was over, Su Hui's eyes were full of reluctance, and when he retreated, he gently tugged on Ning Yixiao's cuff, "Can you stay with me later?"

"Of course." Ning Yixiao shook his hand.

Su Hui was surrounded by happiness and joy, "After I finish the interview, I'll take you to the exhibition, okay?"

"No job after the interview?" Ning Yixiao asked.

Su Hui nodded, "The rest is for everyone to watch the exhibition freely."

Ning Yixiao felt a little sweetness in his heart, "That's why I am the only one who has the artist's personal interpretation service."

"That's right!"

Ning Yixiao looked at Su Hui's smiling face, and hoped that his happiness could increase a little more.

In fact, he returned to the Bay Area yesterday not entirely because of work, but also picked up a gift for Su Hui that he had spent a long time on, and wanted to give it to him on this special day.

He needs to wait for a very suitable opportunity.

"Kaisha said that if the response is good this time, maybe it can be expanded into a touring exhibition." Su Hui spoke quickly, but was very happy, "But now the ownership of this work is yours, if you don't want to exhibit this piece , How about choosing a place that you think is good for collection? Where is better? "

Ning Yixiao thought for a while, and took Su Hui's hand, "We can first put it in a company in the Bay Area to make a public installation art. After the park in New York is established, it will be exhibited here."

Su Hui smiled, "I thought you would hide it at home because of your temper."

This is true.

Ning Yixiao said, "I don't mind if you write down your creative inspiration and put it aside for everyone to see."

"Okay." Su Hui didn't hesitate, and even started to fantasize about such a scene and how to write the creative ideas. The last sentence must be marked: both the work and the creator belong to Ning Yixiao.

"Then you will lend me the tour first?" They walked side by side, touching Ning Yixiao's arm from time to time, feeling very safe.

Ning Yixiao deliberately said, "I'll think about it."

"You still have to think about it, stingy." Su Hui pulled his finger, walked backwards on the top floor of the empty art gallery, and inadvertently came to the deep gray and black area from the junction of black and white in the venue.

"By the way, the anonymous collector I told you about earlier, Sean, remember?"

Ning Yixiao's heart was fluctuating, but on the surface he seemed to have no flaws, even a little too calm.

"Well, remember, the man who collected your artwork on my birthday."

Su Hui was amused by his slightly harsh words, "Ning Yixiao, you are so small." Then, he brought the topic back to business, "I was quite worried before that he would not lend out the collection because it was too late. Trouble, disassembly and assembly are time-consuming and laborious, I didn’t expect him to lend it out very readily, and even found the best exhibit transportation team, I feel that I really cherish the things I make.”

Ning Yixiao commented naturally: "That's because you are excellent."

"That's not true." Su Hui smiled, "Anyway, he lent it to me. You probably haven't seen it yet, so I'm going to show you, this is it."

He took Ning Yixiao and walked quickly to an exhibit, which was actually the one Ning Yixiao was most familiar with.

"This is a work I exhibited in a comprehensive exhibition at the Seattle Art Museum. It is called "Net". Every paper butterfly here is handmade by me. The paper I use is my usual draft, but in fact There is also a little easter egg."

Ning Yixiao showed an unfamiliar look when he met this exhibit for the first time, but in fact, he did not spend much time with it after collecting it, because even if he collected the works because of possessiveness, he knew that Su Hui Not being his own anymore, seeing these butterflies only made him sadder.

"What egg?"

Su Hui asked him to get closer, took off a butterfly hanging on it, and opened it up along the creases.Since the design of the butterfly is damaged, it is difficult to open it, so he is very careful.

"Is it really good to take it apart like this?" Ning Yixiao couldn't help asking for himself, "Isn't it already someone else's?"

After he took it back, he was careful and cautious, for fear of damaging the artwork, he didn't expect to take it apart now.

Su Hui felt a little guilty, and her voice was lowered a lot, "I can still fold it back, if you don't tell me, who knows."

There is monitoring.

Ning Yixiao answered in her heart.

What's more, the master is standing in front of you, forced to act as an accomplice.

"Okay, look." Su Hui spread out the crumpled paper and handed it to Ning Yixiao.

The exposed side of the origami butterfly was indeed Su Hui's draft paper, with traces of pencil drawing remaining on it, but when he opened it, the inside surprised him—it was many lines of code printed out.

"C language?"

Ning Yixiao looked at Su Hui.

"Well, this seems to be able to draw a heart with code, which is composed of many small heart symbols. Please help me to see if it can run, and will it report an error?"

Ning Yixiao was amused by his cute little thoughts, "Su Hui, what are you thinking about?"

"You." When Su Hui talked about Ning Yixiao and his own creations, there was always a moving light in his eyes, like the waves of water under the lights at night.

"It happened to be your birthday on the day of the exhibition. You gave me butterflies before. I also like this symbol very much. The love that runs out of the code looks cold and unreasonable, but it is filled with butterflies trapped in the net. I don't think so. Is it romantic?"

After Ning Yixiao listened to his words, her heart skipped a beat, as if it was her own heart that reported the error.

His gaze shifted from the code on the paper to Su Hui's face, and he said softly, "Well, it's very romantic."

Soon he changed the topic, "But this code is not elegantly written, you can find me next time if you need it."

Su Hui had nothing to do with him, "Okay, Engineer Ning."

In a blink of an eye, Su Hui had folded the paper butterfly and restored it, hung it back to the original place, and whispered to himself, "It shouldn't be obvious that it has been opened..."

After finishing, Su Hui clapped his hands, glanced at the fluttering butterflies and the shadow "net" on the wall, and sighed casually.

"I wonder if Sean will come to see my exhibition?"

After a while, a slender hand stretched out in front of him, holding his handmade special greeting card with his fingers, and with a light swipe of his thumb, a card with a butterfly pattern was revealed underneath.

The card said Sean.

"he came."

Su Hui was stunned for a second, then suddenly turned her head to look at Ning Yixiao beside her, eyes full of disbelief.

The corner of Ning Yixiao's mouth raised a faint smile, and he also looked at Su Hui, "And he also saw the whole process of the little butterfly being taken apart."

At this moment, Su Hui felt that his world view had collapsed.

He finally felt the same way with Karl, the one who just witnessed himself making out with Ning Yixiao.

He snatched the invitation letter from Ning Yixiao's hand, and there was nothing wrong with it, it was a butterfly drawn by himself, and the name was written by himself.

How could this be?

That friendly anonymous collector Sean doesn't really exist...

After realizing it, Su Hui even raised her voice, "Ning Yixiao, you lied to me!"

His voice of accusation immediately echoed in the empty art gallery.Ning Yixiao quickly stretched out his hand, covered Su Hui's mouth, and looked around.

But Su Hui bit his finger mercilessly, although the strength was very small, but he was really itchy with anger.

"You are really a kitten, you bite your hand when you are angry." Ning Yixiao said so, but he didn't take his hand back.

"You were pretending to be here with me just now." Su Hui felt ashamed when she thought about what happened just now, "You can really act."

Ning Yixiao felt that it was very interesting to tease him, and the sense of accomplishment was greater than writing a long code without errors.

He pulled Su Hui into his arms, put his arms around him halfway, and began to sell miserably as planned, "I just met you at that time, and I missed you very much, so I secretly inquired about your itinerary for the next day, and because you had to go It’s my birthday, and there is no one to accompany me, and no one to give me a gift, so I took this as a gift and kept it for myself.”

As expected, Su Hui's expression changed visibly with the naked eye.

Distress is the beginning of defeat.

Ning Yixiao added on purpose, "I actually went to the art gallery myself, and I saw Dr. Liang standing beside you. I thought you were a couple, and I was so sad that I couldn't sleep for a long time."

Su Hui frowned.

It's too crazy to think.

"But you've been lying to me..."

"It's not a lie, it's a different way to get close to your ex-boyfriend, which is called a devious tactic." Ning Yixiao began to beautify his behavior, "Do you think, if I tell you directly that I want to collect it, will you agree to me? Maybe I will I can’t even receive such a small gift.”

Su Hui raised his head and saw the sincerity and weakness in Ning Yixiao's eyes, which was even rarer than meteors.

"Then I asked you out to meet in the email, and you said that you were not good-looking, and you were afraid that I would be disappointed. This is also a lie."

Ning Yixiao began to smooth things over, "The first sentence is subjective aesthetics. I didn't think I was good-looking at first. The second sentence is true. I'm really afraid that you will be disappointed if you find out that it's me."

Even his tone was much softer than usual.

Su Hui was completely overwhelmed, and even couldn't help feeling sorry for Ning Yixiao.

"Okay then." Su Hui took his hand and touched the place where he had bitten just now, "Then don't lie to me in the future."

"Well, I promise." Ning Yixiao jumped down the steps directly.

Seeing the two invitation cards in his hand, Su Hui couldn't help sighing in his heart, it seems that it was God's will that only two special cards fell into the hands of one person.

"Mr. Su, this is also the first offline meeting between you and the collector Sean."

Ning Yixiao approached him, his tone full of interest, with a bit of coaxing and encouragement, "Would you like to celebrate with a kiss?"

This is simply to deliberately tarnish the pure artistic exchange relationship between these two identities.

"Ning Yixiao, you are really a bit perverted..."

Before he finished speaking, he was sealed away by Ning Yixiao's forceful kiss.

Su Hui's next sentence originally wanted to call him a "perverted puppy", but in the end he failed, and it only turned into the sound of sticky water and panting during the kiss.

He obviously raised his hand to push it, but Ning Yixiao held it and put it on the back of his neck, and then kissed him deeper and deeper, entangled him without any scruples in front of this work that had long belonged to him love and lust.

Suddenly, a voice came from the headset, and Su Hui, who was indulging in the kiss, was shocked.

"Eddy, I have already arrived at the exhibition hall on the first floor, and some reporters have already arrived here, you can come here."

Su Hui immediately woke up, pushed Ning Yixiao away, and responded after recovering from her breathing, "Okay, I'll be right away."

After a while, Keisha asked, "Are you running? Don't be in such a hurry. Be careful not to fall."

Her voice was loud, and Ning Yixiao, who was very close, could hear her clearly.

So he laughed unceremoniously, making Su Hui even more at a loss.

The location of the preparation is in the small exhibition hall of the suite at the far right end of the first floor.Ning Yixiao didn't like to show up in public, as an outsider, he didn't want to be surrounded by flashing lights, so after taking the elevator to the first floor, he separated from Su Hui, slowed down and followed behind.

As soon as he entered the suite, Ning Yixiao saw a large number of reporters surrounding Su Hui, probably because his height was too conspicuous. The moment he stepped in, many reporters in the outer circle turned their heads and looked at him as an outsider in unison.

Ning Yixiao took a few steps back and stood in the corner by herself, a bit regretful that she should have dressed more low-key and put on a baseball cap to cover her face.

Su Hui is very suitable to stand in the center of the crowd, attracting everyone's attention.

Ning Yixiao took out her mobile phone and took a photo from a distance.

A few minutes later, the interview started, and the curator Keisha got away from the reporters, leaving the stage to Su Hui, and walked out by herself.

She also saw Ning Yixiao in the corner for the first time, but without any surprise, she walked straight towards him.

"You should be Eddy's boyfriend, right?" Keisha smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, dazzling.

Ning Yixiao nodded, and shook hands with Su Hui's work partner in a friendly manner, "Nice to meet you, just call me Shaw."

"I know." Keisha said with a smile, "He told me many times, I have long remembered."

Ning Yixiao was not very social, so he just smiled instead of responding, so neither of them chatted any further, but instead focused on Su Hui who was being interviewed.

Su Hui, who was in the irritable period, was very confident in herself, exuding a distinctive charisma of flamboyance, and faced every problem with a positive attitude.

"Hello, Eddy, this is your first solo exhibition. We are curious if you are nervous? Although your attitude seems very relaxed now."

"Of course, of course I'm nervous." Su Hui stretched his smile, leaned forward slightly, and helped the reporter hold the microphone, "You may not be able to see that I only slept for two hours last night, which is more important than the first time I participated I was still anxious about the exam, and I felt like my heart was going to jump when I was lying on the bed, which is not an exaggeration at all.”

Another reporter asked again, "Can you describe the theme of your exhibition today in three words?"

"Well... this question is quite difficult." Su Hui habitually glanced up when he was thinking.

This little habit was caught by a reporter on the side, jokingly asked: "What are you looking at?"

Su Hui smiled and answered jokingly, "My inspiration angel." He turned the topic back to the question and gave a serious answer, "Are the three words right? I think I will choose... biphasic, freedom and love."

After finishing speaking, he took a special look at Ning Yixiao who was standing in the corner, and exchanged a sweet look with him.

"Eddy, you mentioned bipolar just now, which happens to be what we are very concerned about. Is it convenient for you to talk about your own illness history, such as when did you suffer from bipolar disorder, how did you feel specifically, and what have you experienced? What treatments? Has it affected your life…”

Keisha was obviously a little unhappy, she straightened up, "These are not written in the manuscript!"

Ning Yixiao also felt that such a question was putting the cart before the horse. As a curator, Keisha could not allow this situation, so she went straight up, "Sorry, we hope to hear more questions about this exhibition."

But the reporter insisted, "But this mental illness is also of great significance to this exhibition, isn't it? After all, even the decoration of the venue is based on this. I don't think there is any need to avoid this issue at all."

His diction began to be aggressive.

Su Hui was quite relaxed, and her mood was not affected. She still smiled and answered, "Yes, biphasic itself is actually a very important element of this solo exhibition. I think many people don't understand this disease. It actually makes me live in uncertainty forever, because we can never predict whether we will be in mania or depression at the next moment, and we will always be on a roller coaster between heaven and hell."

He was calm and energetic, "But these two mental states also gave me different creative spiritual fields, so my works will present two distinct extremes. Under the proposal of my curator Kesha , we divide all the works by this, and we have the setup of the Black and White Pavilion that everyone sees now."

Another reporter asked, "It seems that many artists suffer from mental illness, and as far as I know, bipolar disorder is a disease with a high suicide rate. Have you ever attempted suicide?"

This sharp question immediately caused an uproar in the scene.

Kaisha immediately rushed forward to defend Su Hui, "We refuse to answer this kind of question, sorry, next one."

Before hearing this question, Su Hui's thoughts were still floating, like flowing clouds, free to come and go, but in the next second, the sky for him to roam was completely frozen.

Just like every time he suddenly enters the depression period, it is like falling into an ice cave without warning, his ears are instantly filled with icy cold water, he gets in, freezes him, and all the noisy human voices become blurred, It seems to be blocked by the overflowing water.

He became a drowning man, he couldn't hear anything clearly, and he was also drained of strength to fight back

With a bang, Su Hui unconsciously let go of the hands holding several microphones, and those microphones fell down one after another, hitting the ground hard, and everyone backed away in fright, as if he was some kind of scourge.

What I said just now became a prophecy. It really only takes a moment to fall from heaven to hell.

Su Hui's whole body was limp, her legs could barely support her, her breathing was difficult, and her mind went blank. She only felt that there were so many people here, so scary, and she really wanted to escape, but she couldn't move at all.

He cried for help in silence, and no one heard him.

"Please let me go."

In the next second, a white suit was draped over Su Hui's body. Warm hands held his shoulders, and his arms half-wrapped his weak body, leading him away from the dangerous crowd.

Ning Yixiao's voice broke through the sound of water pouring into Su Hui's mind, breaking the despairing silence.

He said, "Su Hui, I'm here."