Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

Song Guowen stayed up all night again, untied his white apron covered with oil paint, threw away his paintbrush, and yawned lazily.

He got up and walked out of the studio, and opened the door to the gallery.

He changed into clean clothes and hung the oil painting that had just dried in the studio on the wall.

He has been running this gallery for so many years. There are many people who don't want to buy oil paintings, nor do they want to sell their oil paintings at a high price. Those who are destined will know how to appreciate them.

Every now and then, a rich man wanted to buy a few of his paintings to support the scene, and he didn't refuse so loftily.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a down-to-earth, sociable business painter.But in fact, he just felt that his paintings had no artistic value because those people took a fancy to them.

Early in the morning, he welcomed his first guest.

It was a middle-aged man with a big belly. He walked into the gallery and took a few casual glances before taking down a few of his paintings.

Song Guowen just smiled lightly: "Okay, the price is up to you."

From looking at the painting to paying, the whole transaction takes less than 10 minutes.

The buyer packed the painting in satisfaction, Song Guowen watched his leaving back, bowed his head and chuckled.

"It seems that you will also bow to the world?"

He suddenly stopped turning around, and his eyes flashed with astonishment.

This voice... has been echoing in his ears for many days and nights...

Turning around stiffly, she was facing the pair of Danfeng eyes that had experienced wind and frost.

Song Guowen, who was usually gentle and refined, now had cracks on his face.That face was still peerless, and it also attracted him as it did back then.

After a long time, he regained his composure and twitched the corners of his lips: "Ah Yun..."

When Ling Yun heard him calling her that, she was in a daze.

Steady his mind, raised the corners of his lips, raised his chin, and walked directly past him into the gallery.

She looked at everything around her, patiently walking past each painting.

Song Guowen followed behind her, staring at her back, silent.

"I thought that a great painter would be so arrogant and arrogant. It turns out that any rich money can buy your painting."

Song Guowen smiled nonchalantly: "Sometimes when you look down on it, you don't care so much."

Ling Yun paused, turned around and looked at him directly: "Then between us, have you lost sight of it?"

Song Guowen was taken aback, then turned to a bitter smile: "Isn't it because of the things between you and me that I see a lot now?"

"Then why did you meet Ling Pan?!" She raised her volume, her voice trembling slightly, "She is my daughter..."

Song Guowen stared at her: "I never thought that I would see Panpan again in the rest of my life."

"Then you stay away from her! She doesn't need you! She doesn't need to live like you!"

Song Guowen was silent.

Ling Yun turned away, her voice was a bit cold: "I give her the best, the best job, the best life, she doesn't need to go back to the past."

"Then have you ever thought about how she feels?"

"I don't need to think about it! If she thinks about everything for her, wouldn't she be turned against the sky?"

Song Guowen shook his head weakly, and looked at her disappointedly: "I shouldn't have left Panpan to you in the first place, it's all because I'm too cowardly... Even if I was sick at the time, I wouldn't have left Panpan to you! "

Ling Yun sneered: "But the fact is that you gave in, you exchanged Ling Pan for your life-saving money, do you think you are a good father?"

"Ayun, you are too paranoid, you have always been like this! If you continue like this, Panpan will hate you to the core!"

Ling Yun's body trembled, his eyes flickered with emotion.She pursed her lips and took a deep breath.

"Do you know why I left you in the first place?"

Song Guowen was taken aback.

"I don't care if you have money or not. I don't need to care about that. But what makes me most desperate... is your arrogance! You spend yourself in the studio every day, without eating or drinking, without sleeping and resting. Another one, have you counted how many paintings have been torn? You don’t care about anything, this home has nothing to do with you, and I... I’m just a useless decoration for you. You scare me, Let me be full of confusion about the future! That's why I divorced you without hesitation. Giving birth to Ling Pan is not the result I want to see. The despair I have experienced, I must not let my daughter experience it again! So... No matter what, she can no longer have anything to do with Liuxiang!"

Song Guowen staggered back a step, he was so shocked by her words that he was speechless.

It turns out... everything started because of him.

Then what right does he have to blame Ling Yun...

"Ah Yun, Da Nan is a good boy. Although he is a child of Liuxiang, he can give Panpan happiness. He..."

Ling Yun suddenly turned his head and stared at him: "No! As long as you are from Six Alleys, you are not allowed!"

Song Guowen stared at her, reached out to caress her slightly trembling shoulders, and said in disbelief: "Is it me? I made you like this? Is it? Ayun?"

Ling Yun let the tears fall from his eyes, looked at him indifferently, and laughed at himself: "Why did you change, but I still bear the pain you brought me?"

"Ayun! I will make up for my fault, but are you going to bring your daughter to suffer with you?!"

Ling Yun broke away from his hand and shook his head: "No, I didn't make her suffer, I did it for her own good."

Song Guowen yelled at her: "Go and see your daughter! Go and see! She doesn't want the life you gave her at all!"

"That's better than you! Better than Liuxiang!"

Liuxiang was like a thorn in her heart, stuck in her heart, unable to pull it out, making her almost out of breath.

"Song Guowen, I warn you, don't have anything to do with Ling Pan! I will let her understand that what I give her is the best."

Ling Yun left indifferently, leaving the slumped Song Guowen standing there.

After a long time, Song Guowen fell down on the chair next to him, laughing at himself with tears in his eyes.

"Hehe... Panpan, I've wronged you for letting you have parents like us..."

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Linglong's small garden has become more and more popular recently, and they have come to several special shows, and more and more people like them, and I don't know how many times they have been trending, and the variety shows that the two of them have participated in have also increased.

So every time they came to Xiaoyuanzi to perform, it became their most distressing thing.Because as soon as they show up, they will be blocked by fans and cause some unnecessary troubles.But there is no way, even if the two of them talked on stage no less than a dozen times, they still couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the fans.

After the stage was over, Wang Jiulong heaved a sigh of relief, and slumped on the sofa to doze off.

They also have a relatively important special session in September, so they are starting to think about a new book now.And with the addition of Xiaoyuanzi's performance, there are still several shows to be performed, and they are indeed very tired.

When Ling Pan came to look for Wang Jiulong, he saw him slumped on the sofa, his eyes closed tightly, breathing evenly.

Appears to have fallen asleep.

She smiled slightly, made a silent gesture to the others, then quietly walked over and squatted in front of him.Resting his cheeks, staring at his long eyelashes in a daze.

He is really fair... His skin is also very good, very few men can have such delicate and smooth skin as him, right?

After watching for a while, he covered him with the clothes next to him, and then sat quietly aside.

He is very busy recently, Ling Pan can see it.Every time he comes back he is exhausted, and he has to write a new book, and he occasionally stays up late.

Worried about his health, Ling Pan would bring some nutritious meals every time he came to Deyun Club to look for him.

Staring at his peaceful sleeping face, Ling Pan couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

I really hope to stay in such a quiet and warm moment forever...