Hu Meizi

sixty.

Sun Du still took Li Mei's words to heart, and he went back to think about the intricate relationships in City C.Maybe it's because he went to England with Xie Tang some time ago, and since he followed Xie Tang, Sun Du rarely went out to social places, and his information was somewhat behind.

He has a feeling for many things in the dark, but they are fragmented, and it is difficult to connect them together to see what happened.

Fighting between immortals probably has nothing to do with him.Sun Du wanted to put on the last paint, but the left and right were just a bunch of old things from the aristocratic family.

Sun Du got up and went to see his completed masterpiece.The canvas is vertical, about 90 centimeters high, reaching to the base of a person's thigh.The main color of the whole painting is blue and black, with faint red and yellow dots as contrasting colors.In the center is Xie Tang who turned his head to the side, looking down at the underground place expressionlessly, as if he was thinking about something.The strong contrast between light and dark renders his face more profound, and his eyes are half-opened, making it even more mysterious to see the emotions inside.The background is shadowy tree branches, continuous mountains, and a vast starry sky.

Just looking at this painting, even if you can't appreciate anything, a sense of tranquility greets your heart, making people feel a sense of silence for no reason.

Before Sun Du finished painting, he stepped on his slippers excitedly and ran to Xie Tang's study.It's the weekend now, Xie Tang is not doing business in the study, but reading, Sun Du has the guts to disturb him.

Xie Tang is currently studying "The Legend of Condor Heroes" mentioned by Sun Du and him in England last time.In fact, his Chinese is not very good, and he needs to look it up in a dictionary to understand some rare characters.For this reason, Xie Tang still kept a thick Xinhua dictionary next to his desk, whenever he encountered a word that he didn't know the meaning of, he would honestly go to the dictionary to look it up and learn.

When Sun Du knocked on the door and entered, he happened to see Xie Tang wearing glasses, looking down at the thick red leather Xinhua dictionary seriously.A lock of hair fell down in front of his forehead, but he didn't care, just took a pen and marked the page numbers on the notebook he used to learn the language.

"Xie Tang—" Sun Du stepped forward lightly and walked behind Xie Tang's seat, "What are you doing?"

Sun Du stretched out his head and glanced at the words looked up in Xie Tang's dictionary.

Emmmmm... Sorry, he doesn't understand...

Xie Tang raised his head and looked at Sun Du, "Check the characters." He said lightly, took off his glasses, and asked Sun Du with some doubts, "What's wrong?"

In the past few weeks, Sun Du rarely came out of his studio, and he only drank water when he came out, and went in soon.

Sun Du smiled, "The painting is finished, I would like to invite you to have a look, to show your face?" He said, putting his hands on Xie Tang's shoulders, lowering his body, spraying all his soft breath on Xie Tang's ears .

Xie Tang glanced at Sun Du, then nodded expressionlessly.Then he stretched out his hand and gently pushed Sun Du's face away, and said lightly, "Stand up, you will fall."

Sun Du grabbed Xie Tang's hand that pushed his face and put it on his lips for a kiss, then stood up straight, took a few steps back, and waited for Xie Tang to stand up and pack his things with a smile, and went to the studio with him.

Xie Tang calmly withdrew the hand that Sun Du had slapped. He first covered the pen, then closed the book, smoothed the corners of the book, and placed them in his hand one by one in order of size from bottom to top. Inside the cabinet next to the desk.

Sun Du was not in a hurry, he looked at the books on the bookshelf on one side, and touched the specimens hung on the wall by Xie Tang on the right.Half of the wall in Xie Tang's study room is full of specimens. There are some butterflies with beautiful and bright wings, some beetles with shiny shells, and some strange and beautiful ores. Last time he pointed to a black stone and asked What is Xie Tang, Xie Tang said that it was a fragment of a meteorite that fell on the earth a few years ago, and he almost didn't surprise him.

Xie Tang glanced at Sun Du, let him touch and fiddle with his specimens, and didn't stop him.After tidying up, he patted Sun Du, and the two walked side by side to the studio.

"This is me?" When Xie Tang followed Sun Du into the studio, he raised his eyes and saw the big painting in the center of the studio, and the center of the picture was his profile face.This made Xie Tang stunned for a moment, and looked at Sun Du who was on the side with some surprise.

"Otherwise?" Sun Du gave Xie Tang a funny look, and said coquettishly, "If you don't draw, who do you draw? I didn't tell you..."

Suddenly, Sun Du paused for a moment. He thought for a while. It seemed that he really didn't tell Xie Tang that he was the one who drew the painting. Out of respect, Xie Tang would never enter his studio without permission... So , Xie Tang didn't know that this painting was painted for him, it seems reasonable?

Sun Du and Xie Tang looked at each other for a while.

"It's my problem," Sun Du burst out laughing, and stepped forward to wrap his arms around Xie Tang, "Isn't it a surprise?"

He winked at Xie Tang.

Xie Tang looked down at Sun Du who was wrapping his arms around him, showing an extremely quiet smile.Or it can't be regarded as a smile. His pair of crouching silkworm eyebrows are just slightly stretched, and the lines of his lips are no longer tight, but a little softer. It is not an exaggeration to say that his eyebrows and eyes are slightly relaxed.

"I'm very surprised, but also very happy." Xie Tang said, his tone did not fluctuate, as usual, it was elusive.But Sun Du could hear a bit of joy from it.

"Come—look—" Sun Du took his hand and looked at the painting with him, "I drew all the Big Dipper on it—"

He smiled, rather proudly, his eyes filled with dense light.

Xie Tang hummed lightly.

He looked at Sun Du, and he quietly looked at Sun Du who was happily admiring his painting, then lowered his eyes and looked at the canvas in front of him.

Sun Du didn't notice Xie Tang's sizing up at all, and he shared his painting experience with Xie Tang quite complacently, "You don't know, it's really difficult to draw you well! I've thought about it for a long time, but I haven't figured out what to do. Draw to highlight your temperament..."

Sun Du looked up at Xie Tang, and a pair of starlight with fox eyes came into Xie Tang's eyes like this. He smiled, his lips parted and closed, "Fortunately, Professor Li gave me advice, let me try to get close to nature. .I really have an idea when I go climbing with you and come back.”

Xie Tang looked at himself in the canvas, he looked at it for a moment, and found that the painting of himself in the painting was not like the painting made for him by the painter Natalie hired when he was in the Boot family.In his previous paintings, he was always indifferent, restrained, solemn, even aloof and inviolable.He was either sitting on the desk and dealing with official documents, or he was sitting on the tea chair and looking at the painter coldly, or he was wearing a vest and riding on the back of a tall horse.

Xie Tang looked at this painting, and in it, he also felt the tranquility of Sun Du's painting.

"Is this me in your eyes?" Xie Tang looked at Sun Du and asked.

Sun Du nodded, he smiled and looked directly into Xie Tang's quiet eyes, without any shyness, "I thought you were cold, I originally wanted to draw a winter snow scene as the background, but I always felt that there was something wrong with you. Weird places, and the weirdness makes it hard for me to trick myself into painting."

"And later I found out," Sun Du took Xie Tang's hand, "You are not cold, you are quiet."

Xie Tang was taken aback for a moment, just as he was about to say something, there was a muffled sound of tearing in his head - as if someone had torn cloth.This called him, and he had to close his eyes to wake up.

A vague, high-pitched female voice sounded in his mind, accompanied by the sound of countless glassware shattering on the ground, she screamed hysterically, "You cruel freak, bloody waste!!!—"

She lifted the vase in front of her and pushed away the maid who was blocking her. She raised the vase high and looked at him with hatred, sorrow and madness.Then she threw the vase—hardly on his forehead.

"Boom!" After the sound, there was a thin and dense buzzing sound, which disturbed people, and the woman's yelling seemed to be still in my ears, "Why did I give birth to you so heartless and indifferent?" monster?!!"

Then, like the end of a silent movie, everything came to an abrupt end.

Xie Tang seemed to have fallen into the darkness, surrounded by distorted black and white people, they said something to him with a messy face, one after another said something to Xie Tang, or laughed or cried, and some were full of malice .But Xie Tang didn't know what they were at all, he just stood there quietly waiting for the group of black and white, distorted people to finish their words.

The surroundings seemed to be a starless night sky, so dark that it was suffocating, as if trying to drown people.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded——

All the black and white, distorted people gradually melted and stripped away.

"Xie Tang——Xie Tang——" Sun Du's soft voice sounded, and he called Xie Tan's name, louder and louder in Xie Tang's ears.

Xie Tang opened his eyes and came back to his senses.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Sun Du raised a pretty face on his chest. Sun Du's face was full of worry, and his fox eyes were full of concern. "Are you feeling unwell? Where is it?" Sudden pain?——Why do you suddenly look so pale? Calling you so many times, it’s like you didn’t hear—”

Xie Tang was silent for a while, and said slowly under Sun Du's uneasy eyes, "It's okay." After a pause, perhaps to reassure Sun Du, he added, "Old problem."

Xie Tang raised his hand a little stiffly, and stroked Sun Du's slightly long black hair.

They are shiny, supple, and delicate, moving between his fingers like a few flowing rivers of stars.

Sun Du didn't stop Xie Tang from touching his hair, he hugged Xie Tang, buried himself in Xie Tang's chest and didn't say anything else.Some things are too private and too heavy, and they have not yet reached the point of reopening the scars.

Xie Tang in the painting is still silent.