After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

At this time, the two had already walked from the photography hall A to the art hall C, and what Xie Ning pointed at was a small art gallery.

He just wanted to use this to get rid of Zhuang Yan's meaningful expression, but after wandering around in this exhibition hall, he found that these paintings happened to be his favorite style.

He simply slowed down and admired the past one by one.

Zhuang Yan has long legs, and he caught up with him within two steps: "The paintings in this exhibition hall are pretty good, do you like them?"

Xie Ning nodded.

"This artist should not be very old," he said.

Zhuang Yan was curious: "You can see this?"

Xie Ning smiled indistinctly: "It's just a guess. His paintings are very imaginative, with a lot of unconstrained content, lively brushstrokes, and bold use of colors. The style of long-established painters will be more stable."

Zhuang Yan raised the corners of his lips and praised him: "Excellent."

Xie Ning blushed at his blunt words, pursed his lips, and continued walking forward with a bit of embarrassment.

Finally he stopped in front of a painting.

In the painting is a bird fluttering its wings.

Its wings seemed to be injured, stained with faint blood, but it still rushed out of the hazy clouds unyieldingly, and flew towards the light above its head.

Zhuang Yan immediately remembered the tattoo on Xie Ning's wrist.

It is also a bird. Of course, the shape is completely different, but the feeling is very similar.

They are all meanings of not yielding to darkness, longing for freedom and light.

Zhuang Yan's gaze softened, and he asked softly, "Like this one?"

This painting is only for exhibition and not for sale. Xie Ning was still hesitant, but Zhuang Yan had already asked the staff next to him.

The staff said that if they want to buy, it depends on the artist himself.

The painter in this pavilion really looked very young as Xie Ning said, but Xie Ning still guessed a little wrong.

It's her, not him.

The female painter looked two years younger than Xie Ning, with a delicate appearance and a very outstanding temperament, which made people fall in love with her at first sight.

She thought Xie Ning was the one who bought the painting, so she looked embarrassed.

"My teacher also likes this painting very much. I planned to give it to the teacher as a gift after the exhibition. It is not for sale." She smiled apologetically at Xie Ning.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Xie Ning's face, but no matter how much he liked this painting, he would not take away other people's beloved.

He shook his head: "Forget it."

The female painter said: "There are not many people who like this painting. Most people think that the composition of this painting is messy and the colors are not harmonious enough... My teacher also said the same."

Xie Ning thought for a while: "But the artistic conception is very good. With this point, the other flaws can't hide the advantages."

The female artist seemed to smile: "It is worthwhile to hear people say this."

She took Xie Ning to look at other paintings: "These are also my works. If you like it, just pick one and take it home. I won't charge you."

Xie Ning was taken aback: "How can I do that?"

The two of them both studied painting, and they chatted for a few words, which seemed to be a bit of an exchange of words.

Xie Ning originally thought that she would have her own booth in the art exhibition at such a young age. Obviously, she has achieved a lot, and her personality is probably a little more arrogant.

Unexpectedly, after the exchange, I found that she has a gentle personality, extraordinary vision but not ostentatious, unique insights but not perverted.

Even someone like Xie Ning, who is not good at communication, unknowingly chatted with her a few more times.

Zhuang Yan, who was leaning against the door, couldn't help but coughed twice, interrupting them.

The female painter subconsciously turned her head to look at him, and was taken aback: "Zhuang Yan...senior?"

Zhuang Yan was also taken aback when he heard the words, but seeing her now, she looked familiar.

After thinking for a long time, he finally found a name: "Song Qingqing?"

Song Qingqing smiled generously at him: "I didn't expect to meet the senior here, I thought the senior was still abroad."

Zhuang Yan responded: "I just returned to China not long ago."

Song Qingqing was Zhuang Yan's schoolgirl when she was studying abroad. Because they were both Chinese, the two had a good friendship. After graduation, they occasionally had contact, but gradually it faded away.

Xie Ning opened his eyes wide, looked at Song Qingqing, then at Zhuang Yan, wondering why they suddenly recognized each other.

It didn't matter if there was a star before, why is there a schoolgirl popping up now?

Xie Ning pursed his lips unhappily.

Song Qingqing's eyes also swept over them, revealing a thoughtful expression: "You are..."

Zhuang Yanyang raised the ticket in Yang's hand: "It happens to be free, let's go to the exhibition together."

Song Qingqing was stunned.

The two chatted a few words, and Zhuang Yan mentioned the painting again: "My friend really likes that one."

Song Qingqing hesitated for a while.

Zhuang Yan was not in a hurry, and turned to Xie Ning, "Is it cold?"

Xie Ning shook his head blankly: "It's okay."

There are many people in the exhibition hall, and there is air conditioning, so it is quite warm.

Zhuang Yanyan fished the coat he was holding into his arms: "Since you don't wear it, let me take it."

Xie Ning: "...It's not too heavy."

Zhuang Yan smiled faintly.

Song Qingqing thought for a long time, and finally smiled helplessly at Zhuang Yan: "Okay, who told me to owe you too much favor before, this painting will be given to you."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "It's not that I can't afford the money."

Song Qingqing: "...I am not short of this money now."

She turned her head and saw Xie Ning next to her. She seemed to be thinking of something. She twitched her brows slightly and said, "Of course I don't mind if you want to give money. Do you want me to add a happy Valentine's Day next to your signature?" ?”

Zhuang Yan smiled: "Anything is fine."

Song Qingqing resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and asked Xie Ning's name softly.

Xie Ning replied: "Thank you, thank you, and Ning for peace."

"Xie Ning?" Song Qingqing wrote down this name, wondering where she had heard it before.

Zhuang Yan asked casually, "Why, do you know each other?"

Song Qingqing shook her head.

Neither Zhuang Yan nor Xie Ning thought that Song Qingqing would know him, they only thought that she had heard similar names by chance, after all, the word Xie Ning was not special.

But before leaving, Song Qingqing suddenly said: "I remembered!"

Zhuang Yan asked: "What?"

"Xie Ning." Song Qingqing said, "I seem to have heard Aunt Xia Wan mention it."

Xie Ning was taken aback.

Song Qingqing continued: "Aunt Xia Wan said that she has a son named Xie Ning."

As she spoke, she looked at Xie Ning curiously.

Xia Wan?

Xie Ning pursed his lips.

After being told by Song Qingqing, he also remembered it.

During the Chinese New Year, Xia Wan once mentioned to him a girl who was studying art, and wanted to arrange for them to meet, but Xie Ning refused.

It turned out that Song Qingqing was the one she wanted to introduce.

Xie Ning thought that Xia Wan should give up, but he didn't expect to meet Song Qingqing in private.

Judging from Song Qingqing's tone, the two of them are quite familiar, and they should have met at least a few times.

also mentioned him...

Xie Ning's expression slowly turned cold.

Song Qingqing saw that his face was not right, she thought she had made a mistake, and smiled awkwardly: "It may be the same name and surname."

Xie Ning shook his head: "That's my mother."

Song Qingqing was stunned.

Xie Ning didn't look at her anymore, and subconsciously grabbed Zhuang Yan's hand.

His palms were sweaty and sticky.

Zhuang Yan has a slight obsession with cleanliness. Xie Ning was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he let go of him as soon as he pulled it.

Unexpectedly, he was detained by Zhuang Yan.

As if realizing that Xie Ning didn't really want to bring up this topic, Zhuang Yan generously took his hand and waved to Song Qingqing: "Let's go first."

Museum C of the Art Museum used to be a sculpture exhibition hall, with a long aisle in the middle.

I don't know if it's because of the terrain, but the wind in the corridor is very strong, Xie Ning just shivered, and his back sank.

At some point, Zhuang Yan put the coat on him.

"Are you thirsty?" Zhuang Yan asked.

Xie Ning shook his head: "It's okay."

Having said that, when passing by the vending machine, Zhuang Yan still bought a bottle of drink to keep in his hand, fearing that he would be thirsty in the middle of the walk.

Zhuang Yan asked as he walked, "What are you thinking?"

Xie Ning replied subconsciously: "I'm thinking about Song Qingqing."

After speaking, both of them were taken aback.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Miss her?"

The tone is not very comfortable.

Xie Ning thought of Song Qingqing he met just now, and felt uncomfortable.

This time it was not because she was Zhuang Yan's junior, but because of the Xia Wan she mentioned.

But he didn't want to mention these troubles in front of Zhuang Yan. After thinking for a while, he asked, "I was thinking about how you made her change her mind and be willing to sell our painting."

Zhuang Yan's expression improved slightly: "Well, she used to study abroad, and she went to the same school as me. At that time, the treatment of Chinese people abroad was not good, and she was a girl with no experience, so she was almost cheated."

"I thought she was a compatriot, so I helped him a few times." Zhuang Yan continued, "Later, she had some problems with a few courses, and if she got stuck, she might have to postpone her completion. I can't make a mistake, so I asked me to help you again."

In this way, it is really not difficult for Zhuang Yan to ask her for only one painting.

Xie Ning smiled: "You have always been a very nice person."

Zhuang Yan bent his lips noncommittally, as if he liked hearing Xie Ning comment on him like that.

In fact, back then when Song Qingqing was alone, she suddenly met Zhuang Yan, a handsome and handsome man who had given her hands several times, it was impossible not to be moved.

It's just that after seeing that Zhuang Yan really didn't have such intentions, he gradually let go of his momentary excitement.

Zhuang Yan was naturally aware of it, but he would not say these things in front of Xie Ning.

After visiting such a large art exhibition, both of them were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"It's getting late." Zhuang Yan said, "I guess I won't have time to cook when I get home, so I'm going to eat out today?"

Xie Ning glanced at his watch. Although it was already 5 o'clock, it wasn't too late.

Zhuang Yan hurriedly said again: "I'm a little tired, I don't really want to cook."

"Ah." When Xie Ning heard this, he didn't doubt him, "Then let's eat outside."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled again, and started the car.

If Zhuang Yan had prepared early, today's dinner would at least have to be carefully arranged. What kind of revolving restaurant and candlelight dinner are indispensable.

But it must be difficult to reserve a seat temporarily, so Zhuang Yan finally took Xie Ning to a hotel where he could still book a table for a couple's meal.

When the waiter was checking out, he looked at the two of them and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, are you a couple?"

Xie Ning looked over suspiciously.

The waiter quickly explained: "It's like this, on Valentine's Day, if you dine as a couple, there is a half discount."

Xie Ning was taken aback, before he had time to speak, Zhuang Yan took his hand and confirmed, "Yes, we are a couple."

The waiter nodded and made a mark on the bill.

Seeing the back of the waiter leaving, Xie Ning opened his mouth.

After a while, he still didn't call for someone, as if he acquiesced to Zhuang Yan's words.