Hu Meizi

39.

The National Gallery of Art is located in Trafalgar Square, London, in a typical Gothic style.

The main building has a dome with eight columns, symmetrically extending on both sides, and a circular fountain is also built in front, but the scale is much larger, somewhat similar to Bute Manor.

When Sun Du and Xie Tang arrived at the square, it was sunny in the afternoon.

Natalie's birthday is September 9rd, which happens to be the low season for tourism in the UK at this time, and there are only two or three people on Trafalgar Square taking pictures.

"You..." Xie Tang looked at the passengers who took a group photo at the door, hesitating a bit, "Do you need to take a photo?"

This is actually the first time he visited the National Gallery of Art without going through a special passage, and he couldn't figure out why some people would like to take pictures outside the gallery.

Just watching, maybe Sun Du will want to pat?

"Okay." Sun Du wasn't shy either. He had traveled to the UK, but he mostly went to eat, drink and have fun with others. He could only think about places like museums and art galleries.

Sun Du hugged Xie Tang's arm, the wind above the square was a bit strong, and his hair was a bit messy.

In September, the temperature in London was around [-] degrees. Xie Tang changed into a casual high-necked thin black sweater, and wore his usual fitness pants and running shoes.Sun Du was wearing a light gray sweater with a v-neck, dark blue jeans, and casually stepped on a pair of sneakers.

The two looked like they were in couples' attire, but they didn't look like they were in couple's attire. There seemed to be a connection somewhere, which made people feel unpredictable.

Originally, Xie Tang wanted to help Sun Du take pictures, but Sun Du kept holding his arm and asked a passing lady to help.

He and Xie Tang stood in front of the fountain in the art gallery.

Sun Du is more than a head and a half shorter than Xie Tang, and he looks much petite when he leans against Xie Tang.The two of them are dark and shallow, one is expressionless and the other is smiling. The background is a blue sky, and the European-style art gallery and fountain are framed.

There are also a few white pigeons flapping their wings in the distance.

The photos look harmonious.

Sun Du smiled and thanked the lady who helped take the photo in English. He took the phone and flipped through the photos one by one to see which one had the best composition, color, light and shadow, and the expressions of him and Xie Tang.

Xie Tang looked at Sun Du who was flicking his phone to select photos while bowing his head. From his point of view, he could see Sun Du's delicate and fair neck under his black casual hair.When the sun shines, you can still see the light fluff on the skin.

Strange to say, this is the first time he took such an informal photo.Still with my lover.

Except for the annual family photo, he rarely takes pictures.Even if they are taking pictures, it is for some commercial and political purposes. Needless to say, they must be dressed in suits and leather shoes, which is quite formal.

Sun Du is not Ken, he is not a bed partner, he is Xie Tang's first lover.When he Xie Tang agreed to allow Sun Du to enter his world as a lover, Xie Tang's world opened up the lover's authority to him.

Thanks to Sun Du's proper advance and retreat and strong professional ability, Xie Tang always manipulated him more or less.

Fortunately, Sun Du always knew the degree.Let Xie Tang be willing to indulge him.

"I just took a look in the car." Sun Du selected the photos and put away his phone contentedly. "Today there just happens to be a special exhibition, which is "The Beauty of Mirror Images."

He stepped forward and hugged Xie Tang naturally, and the two walked towards the gate of the museum.

"But the ticket seems to need to be reserved," Sun Du looked at Xie Tang, and he knew in his heart that the problem was definitely not a big one, as Xie Tang's identity was still here.

Sure enough, Xie Tang only replied indifferently, "Sonny has gone."

In other words, their driver has already gone to the art gallery to implement this matter.

Sun Du smiled brightly, but it was more real than usual.

The last time he enjoyed a painting exhibition was in high school, with his first love.

He almost forgot what he was looking at.

After a few years, he walked into the art exhibition again. The people around him had changed several times, but the joy in his heart remained undiminished.

Over the years, many things have passed him by, but the one he can grasp the most is a man after all.Don't know if this is good or bad.

Sun Du looked at Xie Tang beside him and suddenly felt a little emotional. He is still very satisfied with Xie Tang, and he can't estimate the time when he will lose interest for the time being.

It may be half a year, it may be a year, or it may be two, three, four, five or six years. It's hard to say what the future will be.

But now, at this moment, being lover with Xie Tang is the most satisfying time compared to the past.

"The main painting of this exhibition is "Portrait of Anifini", "Sun Du no longer clings to Xie Tang at the entrance of the art museum, he walks beside Xie Tang, getting close, but not too closely connected, " When I was in high school, I watched it in art class."

"Xie Tang, have you seen it?" Sun Du looked at Xie Tang with pure curiosity.

Xie Tang thought for a while and replied, "When I was young, my art teacher admired the Pre-Raphaelites very much."

"The colors are very fresh, the kind of painting with many women as the main characters?" Sun Du raised his eyebrows, "I used to like it too."

Xie Tang nodded and stopped talking.

It is true that he appreciates works of different schools of painting, and has also studied art history systematically, but if he is asked to say which school of painting he likes and which painting he has a special liking for, he really does not.

While talking and walking, the two of them had already entered the art gallery.

Xie Tang nodded coldly at Sonny at the door and the person in charge of the special exhibition in the art museum.The person in charge is a middle-aged brown-haired woman.

She is also savvy, knowing that Duke Albert's heir is naturally indifferent and difficult to deal with.This time, she was only here with her lover for a private trip, so she smiled politely to show her respect, and didn't bother her any more.

The National Gallery of Art can only be described as magnificent. The interior decoration is similar to that of a Christian church, but there are not so many meaningful murals and cumbersome decorations.

There are many simple color combinations that are more in line with modern aesthetics, such as dark green columns on red walls and plain white patterns on blue walls.The walls inside the museum are curved and arched, and the semi-dome above the head is mostly open with glass skylights, which is just right for the sun to shine down.

Generally speaking, the National Gallery of Art does not charge fees, but these days it happens to be a special exhibition of "The Beauty of Mirror Images", and the fee is neither high nor low.There are also many people who come here for the name, but towards the end, there are only two or three people in the museum, some are taking their children and family to watch the fun, and some are carrying a SLR with a notebook and a pen.

And Sun Du obviously doesn't belong to the two, he just came to see the fun, but also wanted to appreciate and see some tricks.

Xie Tang is all for relaxation.

Thanks to his photographic memory, he can now recall many of the paintings he saw when he was a child.

Even the nettles surrounding the willow branches in Millais' Ophelia, he can clearly recall the brush strokes.

Neither Sun Du nor Xie Tang had the habit of whispering and communicating when appreciating paintings.Whether listening to musicals or watching paintings, Sun Du and Xie Tang's silence in appreciation is indeed an unexpected fit.

Sun Du paused in front of each painting, Xie Tang found that his way of looking at paintings was different from others.

Most people, including Xie Tang himself, when looking at paintings, like to see the dark places from the bright parts of the picture, and then go to the details.But Sun Du is the opposite. Xie Tang found that he likes to stare at the details first, then at the main body of the painting, and finally at the whole painting.

Sun Du, who was looking at the painting, looked very focused, as if he had forgotten himself. He looked at the painting, and the fox's eyes were full of admiration and a dazzling light.It's the same as he appreciates sculptures and musicals.

Xie Tang couldn't help but keep his eyes lightly on Sun Du.

He saw Sun Du's long and fluttering eyelashes, and his dark brown pupils seemed to be flowing with golden light because of the light.

Xie Tang likes Sun Du who purely appreciates beauty, he knew it from the beginning.

Sun Du didn't notice his gaze, maybe he felt it, and didn't bother to care.

He and Xie Tang walked in a narrow corridor in the art museum. The corridor was covered with a dark red carpet, there was no skylight on the roof, and there were no paintings on the walls. It was a bit dark, and it was a passage connecting other buildings.

Seeing that there was no one around, Sun Du became unscrupulous again.

He hugged Xie Tang's arm again, and leaned on Xie Tang's firm arm. Seeing that there were no paintings around him, he seemed to be chatting, "I just saw William—is it William? His In "Doing Nothing", I feel that the red-haired girl is strange and blunt, and the expressions on her face and body movements seem uncoordinated."

Sun Du lowered his voice, it didn't sound as sharp as usual, with a little Shu accent, it sounded soft.

He knew that Xie Tang understood these things. A few weeks before he came to England, he was looking for books in Xie Tang's study, and found that Xie Tang had a lot of books on paintings.

It's just that it's all in English, which is difficult for him to understand, so he just flipped through it.

Xie Tang pondered for a moment, "This painting was originally painted for his lover. After getting married, he changed his lover's face to his wife's."

Sun Du let out a chuckle, "This painter is quite funny, mixing up lovers and wives."

He changed the subject, "If it were you, would you change it?"

Sun Du looked at Xie Tang, the playfulness in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Xie Tang gave him a cold look, "No."

"I will find an artist to paint a new one." Xie Tang said.

Sun Du was not surprised by the answer at all, "It's really like what you said."

He winked at Xie Tang.

"One pair is hung in the living room, and the other pair is placed in my private space," Xie Tang continued, "but my wife has the right to know."

Ordinary people may find it incredible when they hear this statement. How can someone treat a lover as an aboveboard thing?

But for Sun Du, he accepted it well.

As long as you love me, there is nothing black and white.Both men and women can do this.

It's just that Sun Du stopped talking when he heard Xie Tang's supplement, but just smiled.

It's not his turn to talk about the wife's question.

When the two walked out of the corridor hand in hand, Sun Du casually glanced at the wall on the right, and suddenly froze.Like a force, it grabbed his footsteps and made him stop involuntarily.

Xie Tang followed Sun Du's gaze and saw the painting.

It was a half-finished painting by Ford called "Pick Up Your Son, Sir."