Reborn with the wealthy president

Yunqiu slept until twelve noon the next day, Xiao Xiaolang was so hungry that he nearly tore through the door, Yunqiu got up quickly, apologized to Xiao Xiaolang earnestly, then cooked dog food for him, Opened a can.

Xiao Xiaolang is easier to coax than him, as soon as he has a snack, he immediately wants to hug him with joy.

Yunqiu recalled the bad behavior of this little dog who only cared about Xiao Wenshui yesterday, and criticized it angrily: "If you have something to eat, come and play with me; if you don't have anything to eat, you only know to play with that so-and-so. You This bad puppy."

Xiao Xiaolang couldn't understand, and foolishly stuck out his tongue to lick his face, but Yun Qiu avoided him.

It's a weekend of doing nothing.Yunqiu didn't have to go to work, so he did his homework for half a day at home, and asked Luo Yan and a group of classmates to go out for dinner in the evening.

Like the life of every ordinary high school student, it is ordinary and interesting.Yunqiu made some preparations and picked out nice clothes to wear out, but he didn't expect everyone to change their minds and suddenly went to eat hot pot together. The clothes smelled like hot pot, and he had to wash them immediately when he went back.

But Yunqiu complained for a while, but still felt that eating hot pot was worth it, and chatted with everyone and laughed for a long time.A silly joke, everyone can laugh at each other and fall to the ground like a maniac, regardless of their gang making other customers in the store keep turning their heads.

The lives of high school students are simple, not that they are surrounded by books and academic tasks, but that they have not yet been exposed to the pressure of social responsibility, and do not have to worry about everything except living their current lives.

However, Yunqiu has gradually understood this through living alone for more than a month. He began to know that there are still so many people who have to make great efforts to live the most basic life.

Although the league's welfare system is good, the gap between rich and poor will always exist.Even in the studio where Yunqiu attends classes, some people learn painting for the pursuit of art, and some people learn painting for the sake of making money.

When Yunqiu was in the studio, he met an art student who was receiving a subsidy. She was a beautiful girl with a bit of a stutter.She was arranged by the teacher to study painting next to Yunqiu, and asked her to have a look at Yunqiu's color matching; while Yunqiu needed to learn the girl's fine and delicate lines.

When the girl sat next to him, her body was always tense, and she was often too nervous to look at him.She often comes to class wearing clothes that have been worn for several years. She can't afford the multi-function self-changing pens that are popular among art students, and she can't afford good paints.She always buys the cheapest three yuan a box of paint, which dries quickly, and there are often signs of dryness and cracks on the canvas.

Yunqiu lent her his paint, but was politely declined.

She has self-respect, because she sits next to such a quiet and beautiful Omega like a little prince, and because she likes him - this, Yun Qiu didn't know it at first, until later, the girl handed him a love letter before changing classes, which made her proud just understand.

Yun Qiu is a bit face-blind, and usually devotes himself to painting in the studio. When he received the love letter, he couldn't even remember the girl's face.But he still remembered the girl's color homework, the pungent paints mixed together and dried up, leaving shadow-like cracks on the canvas, even though the most intense color matching was used, the whole article was dull and depressing It feels like it can take your breath away.

He is luckier than her, at least he has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child.Whether they grew up in Xiao's family or should have grown up in Yun's family, they will not suffer materially.

And it was only then that Yunqiu knew that the reason why the teacher praised him for his good colors was because his own paintings always carried a warm and lively atmosphere.

The teacher said: "This era yearns for melancholic artists. People will have more resonance with gloomy and distorted works, but I hope that my students can create works like sunflowers. Clean, pure and happy are also art."

Yunqiu suddenly remembered this matter, not because of anything else, but because he thought of Xiao Wenshui.

What did Xiao Wenshui's previous paintings look like?

When he saw his paintings, he didn't have the aesthetic ability, and even the image memory ability was close to nothing. When he recovered from his illness and could appreciate his paintings with the eyes of an equal adult, he had already closed his pen for many years.

After everyone finished eating the hot pot, they gathered together to catch up on their homework and copy homework. Yunqiu was a guy who never defaulted on his homework, and was only responsible for bringing them what he had written, and then he went home first.He changed the clothes that had been stained with the smell of hot pot, and took another shower.

Xiao Xiaolang was very excited to see him come back, and walked around him in circles, but Yunqiu didn't plan to walk it yet, so he could only pat it on the head and discuss with it: "We'll go out again at night, I want to go today Take a look at the museum, and then there is a very important person, I want to meet her."

He wanted to meet Yun Xi.

The last time Yunxi sent him a text message, he deleted it, but the contact information can always be found, because her phone number is kept on the official website of Shangyun Mansion.

The other party didn't force him to come to him, and seemed to know his situation, and was giving him some time to react.

I don't know when this idea came up, but after the conversation that Xiao Wenshui came to find him yesterday, he suddenly remembered that there are still his real relatives in this world, should he also How about going back to spend a new year with her?

He found Yunxi's contact information on the official website, spent half an hour, and mustered up the courage to edit a text message: [Hi, I'm Yunqiu.Do you have time to meet me now?Sorry for not replying to you last time. 】

When editing the text message, Yun Qiu was a little nervous, and his palms were sweating all the time, but after the text message was finally sent, he let out a sigh of relief, but suddenly seemed to have relieved a heavy burden from his heart.

When I really took this step, I thought it was not as difficult as I imagined.Just as talking to strangers is not as difficult as imagined, living alone and raising a dog are not insurmountable obstacles.

Yunxi quickly replied to him: "Yunqiu? Is it really you? This is my private number. Please save 3775xxx. I have time tonight. Can you see where we can meet?"

Yunqiu thought for a while and said, "I can do it. I'm here in the university town. Are you close? If it's close, I work part-time in a milk tea shop. I can go there."

Yunxi replied: "It's okay, don't be afraid of the distance, I will send a car to pick you up in a while. Let's find a place to have a good dinner."

She sent the address of a high-end restaurant, not far from Yunqiu's place, and the time was set to be three hours later.

Yunqiu thought about it, anyway, there was nothing to do tonight, so he went there first.He was afraid that Yunxi would be in a hurry, so he didn't tell her. Instead, he went to a nearby art gallery and began to wander in it.

This art gallery has a long history, and there are works of art in various periods.Yunqiu himself is not very interested in classical paintings, he prefers modern works, when a painter came to hold a charity exhibition, Yunqiu was very interested, so he stayed for a while, and bought a small frame cut out of money paper painting.

People who watched the exhibition came and went, and Yunqiu stayed the longest alone, spending nearly two hours from the beginning to the end.The painter who held the exhibition also noticed this Omega, came over to chat with him, and asked him, "Are you an art student?"

Yunqiu said: "Yes." He glanced at the artist, then at the introduction pictures of the characters in the exhibition hall, and suddenly recognized him: "Are you the one who painted these paintings?"

The painter smiled without saying a word, and nodded.

Yun Qiu immediately exclaimed in surprise: "You are amazing!"

Everyone around laughed, amused by his honest and unabashed enthusiasm.Yunqiu asked the painter some theoretical questions, and the two chatted while walking, when Yunqiu suddenly found a beautiful painting and started to marvel again.

The painter said: "Hey, kid, you misread the exhibition site. The painting just now has come to an end. This is the modern art area, not the painting exhibition area. What you just saw was a painting by a 15-year-old girl. She painted This painting was younger than you."

The people next to him laughed again, Yun Qiu scratched his head a little embarrassedly, said goodbye to the artist, and then walked over to look at the painting.

He first felt that the "good-looking" of this painting was due to the use of colors. He didn't like black and all colors that were too dark, but he liked the effect when they were mixed with other colors.

The painting in front of me is a picture of a gradient color system. The author painted a courtyard with ostentatious sunlight, trees and fences stretching ostentatiously in the color blocks of the oil painting, and deep and closed houses hidden behind the vegetation.

This should be a scene full of spring, but the author paints all of these in deep blue, as if this is a mirage in the deep sea.The perfect light and shadow and the extreme perspective are all wrapped in the dark blue that is so deep that it makes the scalp tingle, like a ghostly environment.

The moment he saw the contents of the painting clearly, Yunqiu somehow remembered the small garden villa where he grew up for 18 years.

Even though none of the details were similar, that was how he felt.He seems to be the man who lives in that deep blue, and this painting is how other people see him and the place where he lives.It was a voyeur who strayed into the jungle wonderland, watching with his indifferent and deep eyes. There was a dark fairy tale in the room, where time stopped flowing, light, shadow and sound disappeared, and loneliness and ignorance quietly bred. deep in life.

Yun Qiu's eyes slid down and saw the author's name.

Jiang Baoyue.

Xiao Wenshui's pseudonym when he was painting.

He froze for a moment.

There seems to be some kind of coincidence in the dark, today he just remembered Xiao Wenshui's painting, unexpectedly let him meet now.

Yunqiu never thought that he would see Xiao Wenshui's paintings in a place like an art gallery.He knew that Xiao Wenshui was very good at painting, and the old man would sigh sadly every time he mentioned it, but hearing about it and actually seeing it were two different things.

It's not that he hasn't seen Xiao Wenshui's paintings, but most of the time he doesn't go back to pay attention to what he has completed. He just likes to stick by his side and stay with him.And because his illness hadn't been cured at that time, even his memory was hazy and fuzzy, as if it was another person's memory, and he couldn't find anything in it.

The name of this painting is "Autumn ([-])", which is obviously a series of paintings.

Yunqiu continued to walk forward, and found that he came to a special exhibition room of the modern art exhibition. The theme of the exhibition was "The Disappearing Genius". unknown) genius, but it is generally believed by the name that the painter was a woman.With her profound painting awareness and unpredictable expression techniques, she directly won an international award, becoming the youngest person to win the award.

In this regard, the art world has both praise and criticism, and more people have questioned and abused the award because of sour grapes, which led to the word "Jiang Baoyue" becoming the focus of the topic for a certain period of time.

However, the young painter later retired because of his studies, and no works have been produced since then.Ten years later, everyone is sighing for the "disappearance of genius". They have rediscovered the outstanding talent and ability of this painter. Although he is still a little immature in some aspects, if he can continue to draw, Must be able to become a master-level author.

Yunqiu looked at it for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Xiao Wenshui never talked about this matter at home.He stopped painting, as if on a normal day, telling them: "Don't wait for me for dinner."

He locked everything in the dusty workshop on the second floor.The place with his test stand and Xiao Xunqiu's stargazing platform, Yunqiu thought that place was full of treasures, Xiao Wenshui taught him to burn gold foil and alloy aluminum foil to play, let him watch the metal melted and can't drip Xiao Xunqiu took him to see the stars.

I don't know when later, no one went there anymore.Yun Qiu was afraid of the empty and dark attic, so gradually he stopped going.

He looked at the next few paintings.

Xiao Wenshui's "Autumn" series paints their homes. The four paintings are basically their small villas, with the same color system and style. The atmosphere is not gloomy, but it continues the dreamlike atmosphere. Mysterious and deep.Only one with traces of "people" appears, which is the first painting in this series.

Yunqiu saw himself in that painting.

People belong to a part of the still life and complete the composition together with the space. The gender and age of the people in the painting are ambiguous, and the only thing that can be seen clearly is a pair of eyes.

He looked back and looked at everyone outside the painting, that kind of look was his own.This perspective is the perspective that Xiao Wenshui sees every time he comes back from the narrow entrance.

This feeling is inexplicable. He saw his own eyes through the eyes of a painter. At that moment, Xiao Wenshui's emotions from a few years ago seemed to be conveyed to his body through the painting, causing him to have Slight trembling.

It's not that he can't perceive. He can know joys and sorrows when reading books, and can perceive the emotions conveyed by painters when looking at paintings. The art teacher and the old gentleman gave him the same guidance in this regard: feeling, feeling is always the most important.All things should be experienced with one's own skin and blood.

He thought of Xiao Wenshui's attitude towards him after junior high school, which was different from the unsmiling permission and connivance when he was a teenager. It was the silent resistance of a teenager who had entered the growth stage against the dreary environment around him.

He is not the source of all this, but he is the most direct expression of all the pressure Xiao Wenshui felt.

A boy with a delicate mind and dull nature, has been burdened with almost abnormal family pressure since he was a child.He lost his mother when he was two, and his father was just like a jackal smelling blood, figuring out how to turn his gender into a bargaining chip in a business struggle.The Xiao family had two such bargaining chips, and Xiao Xunqiu became an abandoned child because of his accidental degeneration into a B. He got rid of this kind of life, leaving him silently trapped in this iron-network fate without struggling.

At that moment, Yunqiu even remembered that Xiao Wenshui had run away from home.

They don't live with Xiao's father, and they are far away from the ancestral house.When Xiao Xunqiu had just left, Xiao's father had specified that Xiao Wenshui would help him share part of the work, and sent people to their home to destroy Xiao Wenshui's painting utensils and notebooks.

Yunqiu remembered, he was so scared that the "thief" who made Xiao Wenshui upgrade the security system of his home, the "thief" who kept him looking for the "safe zone" in the bathroom for eight years, was not something that came in to rob Robbers of Money - Who in this Information Age Keeps Cash and Valuables at Home?

The impression of "thief" comes from the cartoons he watched, and the person who came that day was actually a subordinate sent by Father Xiao.

They walked into the study room, ignored Yunqiu who was hiding in the corner and was afraid to cry, and began to smash Xiao Wenshui's things in an orderly manner and tear up his paintings. They invaded and destroyed everything in this house in an orderly manner like people who destroyed the world. And turned a blind eye to him.

Yun Qiu was so scared that all his stress reactions came out, but at that time there was no one at home, and there would be no one to comfort him. He shivered and climbed into the bathtub in the bathroom, closed his eyes tightly until the eye sockets were sore, and curled up His body was stiff and convulsed, and his stress response lasted for a full four hours.

There is not a single painting left in the house.

Finally Xiao Wenshui came back.

When he came back from school, he saw that Yunqiu didn't run out to greet him as usual.He noticed signs of damage to the door lock, noticed that his sketchbook in the corner of the living room had been torn up, went to the second floor, and saw paint spilled all over the floor of the attic, making a very ugly mess. color.I saw a half-finished large-scale painting he prepared for an international painting competition that took a month to break into a kitchen waste bin.

Finally, he walked into the study and found Yunqiu in the bathtub.

Yunqiu cried until he couldn't make a sound, while Xiao Wenshui squatted down by the bathtub in silence, and stretched out his arms to him.Then he wailed and threw himself into his arms, he was crying, feeling a bit of stability because of his embrace, but he felt Xiao Wenshui was also trembling slightly, his teeth were chattering, his whole body was tense, very tense. cold.

The next day after that, Xiao Wenshui didn't come home.

The memory is so clearly visible, Yunqiu even remembered that he put the printed ticket on the side of the carpet the day before he left.It was a light blue ticket, with the smell of ink, Yun Qiu curiously grabbed it to read it, but Xiao Wenshui took it back.He could even remember the words on it, it was a string of characters he didn't know, it was a foreign language, not English, nor any language he knew.

Now he knew it was German.

Xiao Wenshui was about to leave home and go abroad.

He walked for a day and a night, and Yunqiu waited a day and a night at home hungry, ate half a bag of potato chips, hid the other half, drank two cups of goat milk, and played 43 episodes of the cartoon.

No one knows why he came back. It was about the closest he was to freedom. One day and one night, the long-distance space vehicle had arrived in another country, and there were many art cities nearby. Paintings are sold on the streets, depicting the strong bodies of men and the soft skin of women.

After a day and a night, he came back, like all the time, smiled at him, opened his arms, and said, "Are you hungry, big brother will cook for you."

But he rushed over and got into his arms, thinking that he was the best and favorite one in the whole world, and he and him were the best and the best in the world.