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39.

A few days later, Bie Xu handed Wen Er two tickets.

"Exhibition of Kuan'an's works?" Wen Er thought that Bie Xu had mentioned it casually that day, but he didn't expect that there would be an exhibition of paintings.

Wen Er didn't study art, but he had heard of Kuan An's name.A well-known painter in modern times, a leading figure in modernist painting, is the kind of master who, even if everyone doesn’t know how to appreciate it, will say “oh—” when you mention him, saying that you have heard of it.

"I don't even know how to paint." Wen Er looked at the picture over and over again, and suddenly felt a little timid. He always felt that the people who went to the art exhibition were professionals, or they were very knowledgeable.

"It doesn't matter, I don't understand." Bie Xu smiled indifferently, "But the exhibition is held to attract laymen to be arty. Otherwise, a few experts gathered together and devoted themselves to research. Why are there such big battles?"

When the two came to the address on the ticket, Wen Er realized that the exhibition was much more casual than he had imagined. It was set up on the open-air platform between the library and the conference center, forming a tetrahedron structure, and a barrier was set at the entrance. , marking the theme honestly and honestly: the market.A row of small characters below: Kuan An Works Exhibition.

Wen Er checked the ticket for the staff, walked in with Bie Xu, and browsed slowly one by one.

After looking around for half a circle, Bie Xu asked him, "How is it?"

"They're all beautiful." Wen Er praised in general.He hesitated for a moment, and commented not very confidently: "I think this theme is quite wonderful."

"How to say?"

"These paintings are too quiet, as if there is no hustle and bustle of the market, but if you look closely, there are markets everywhere."

Seeing that Bie Xu listened to what he was saying seriously, Wen Er added a sentence embarrassingly: "It's just my feeling, just talk about it."

"It feels the same to me."

Before Bie Xu could speak, a strange voice suddenly appeared beside him.

Wen Er was startled and turned his head quickly, only to see a well-dressed middle-aged man looking at him with a smile.

"I'm just talking nonsense, I'm not a professional." Wen Er didn't expect his casual testimonials to be heard by others, and after thinking about what he said, he pretended to understand what he said, which was very ridiculous.

"What does it matter?" The middle-aged man didn't care, "Art is dedicated to the world, and everyone can have their own understanding. If it can only be seen by so-called experts, sooner or later this art will be locked in a cabinet. Okay. His works are not afraid of being pointed out, everyone has something to say, and art is alive."

Wen Er was taken aback by what he said, then nodded quickly: "You are right."

Seeing that Wen Er agreed with his point of view, this person seemed more interested in talking to him, and asked very familiarly, "Which painting do you like the most?"

Wen Er really didn't know how to deal with strangers, but he didn't want to walk away in a rude manner, so he could only bite the bullet and point.

Fortunately, the painting was not far away. Wen Er once stopped to look at it for a few seconds, and was deeply impressed.In the painting, there are ordinary houses standing on an ordinary street. There is a little sunshine in the morning, and there are three or two people on the street.The whole painting looks full, but the unpainted roads on the side of the street are empty, the houses are a bit crowded, but the light is scattered and pedestrians are comfortable, and everything maintains a delicate balance.

"Oh? Why?" The middle-aged man asked with interest.

"...There's no reason." Wen Er didn't expect to see an art exhibition turn into an art defense. Opposite him was an examiner who didn't know the details, and the topic was just picked up by his brain on a whim. "It's... pretty beautiful."

"Well, that's also a good reason." The man agreed with a serious face, "Most people appreciate a painting, but most of them don't understand the techniques in it, and few people can understand the emotions in it, but almost everyone can understand it." He can tell whether the painting is beautiful or not, and whether he likes it or not."

This person looks like a kind teacher, racking his brains to find points from the messy answers given by poor students, so that he will not fail the subject: "Indeed, beauty is the biggest reason."

Now Wen Er couldn't even say "You're right", so he could only nod and smile at him awkwardly and politely, very unconfident.

The steps this man paved for him were smooth and flat, Wen Er stood on tiptoe, but dared not come down

, I'm afraid that I will be trampled dirty by being passionate.

He quietly pulled Labiesu, his body moved slightly, his legs had already taken a step to the side, eager to get rid of the person in front of him.

But at this moment, Bie Xu completely cut off his telepathy with Wen Er, and stood firmly in place, unable to be pulled.

Wen Er was in a hurry, and a thunder exploded next to him, knocking him into a trance: "I like the painting, take it away after it is unfolded."

"What..." For a moment, Wen Er even thought that he had joined a certain criminal organization for no reason, and the criminal leader was boldly ordering the younger brother who had just been recruited: Take everything you like!

"As a meeting gift, it's not worth much. Talking about expressing my heart is the only thing I can afford."

Wen Er repeated blankly: "Meeting ceremony..."

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet." The middle-aged man straightened his tie and held out his hand to Wen Er, "Hello, my name is Bie Kuan'an."

Wen Er's mind trembled, and a certain idea flashed by, before he had time to think about it, he hurriedly held the elder's hand first.

Bie Xu was silent for a long time, and finally spoke at this moment, speaking a word short and forcefully, which profoundly explained what it meant to be a blockbuster.

--"dad."

"dad?"

"Ah."

Two voices fell at the same time, one was surprised and the other was calm.

Wen Er was stunned for a few seconds in disbelief, and quickly greeted: "Hi, hello, my name is Wen Er, and I am Bie Xu's... friend."

He hesitated for a moment, then took a quick look at Bie Xu, but still didn't directly mention the identity of "boyfriend".

Bie Xu smiled, put his hands on Wen Er's shoulders from behind, embraced him in his arms, and showed Bie Kuan'an the intimacy between the two without hesitation.

"Well, friend." Bie Xu couldn't help but said with a smile, "A friend who will hold hands and shoulders to eat, go shopping and enjoy the scenery together."

Wen Er was ashamed and annoyed by Bie Xu's words, still in front of his parents, he was so cramped that he was about to shrink into a ball.

Bie Kuan'an looked at his watch, and suggested: "It's noon, I've booked a restaurant next door, let's have lunch together?"

Bie Xu naturally wouldn't object, and Wen Er didn't dare to refuse.Bie Kuanan led the way ahead, and the two followed behind a few steps behind.

After finally getting out of Bie Kuan'an's sight, Wen Er could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" He looked at the back of the suit and leather shoes in front of him, and then looked at his T-shirt and jeans, which seemed very careless in comparison.

"I'm afraid you'll be too nervous if you know in advance." Seeing Wen'er lowering his head to check his clothes from time to time, he was so embarrassed that he almost couldn't walk, so he quickly pulled him and walked around to the side of the road.

Wen Er complained in a low voice: "I'm even more nervous about being attacked like this!" He stroked his neckline again, and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "I'm not prepared for anything, and I'm dressed casually, and it's too disrespectful to see parents..."

"It's okay, you see I'm also very casual."

"How can it be the same? You are his son!" Wen Er was not comforted by him at all, and after carefully recalling his words and deeds just now, he couldn't help being even more frustrated, "I'm not humble at all, and I'm playing tricks in front of a real master. "

Bie Xu listened to him muttering for a long time, but didn't refute it. At the last sentence, he couldn't help being teased and laughed: "Don't worry, my dad likes students who speak boldly in school, and you speak well .”

"Also, there is no difference between us." Bie Xu said narrowly, "You called him dad, didn't he agree?"

"When?" Wen Er was taken aback.

Bie Xu just smiled and said nothing, and didn't tell him.

Wen Er racked his brains to recall, but he could only think of the sentence they both shouted at the same time when Bie Kuan'an just revealed his identity.He laughed and said, "How can that be counted? I was shocked, and his 'hmm' was also an answer to you."

"Why not? He was responding to you at that time." Bie Xu began to mess around, "If you don't believe me, try calling again later?"

"..."

Wen Er stopped, glanced at him, and stopped talking.

The three of them were about to reach the entrance of the restaurant, but Bie Kuan'an had already stopped in front of them and waited for them to pass by.

Bie Xu suddenly clung to Wen Er's ear, lowered his voice, whispered, with an unscrupulous tone: "If you call him, he will definitely agree."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wen Er's reaction, Bie Xu pulled him quickly to Bie Kuan'an, and changed his brisk tone: "It's here!"

Bie Kuan'an ordered a home-cooked restaurant with very elegant decoration.The waiter led them to the reserved seats, and the dishes were quickly served.

"I don't know if it suits your taste."

"I like them all!" Wen Er nodded quickly.These words were not entirely polite, he did cook these dishes at home, and it was obvious that Bie Xu passed his temper in advance.

"That's good." Bie Kuanan nodded.

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have nothing to ask. Seeing Wen Er froze, he raised his chopsticks and said, "Don't be restrained, eat."

"Hey." Wen Er quickly agreed, picked up the two dishes in front of him, and ate them sullenly.

"This stewed fish with tofu is also good, it's his family's signature dish." Bie Kuanan gestured to the soup that was farthest from Wen Er, and casually suggested that he didn't have to take his bowl to serve it for him.

"Okay." Wen Er said and was about to get up to pick it up.

As soon as he finished speaking, before he stood up, Bie Xu had already moved the most tender piece of fish belly into his bowl very naturally.

"I remember you like to eat belly." Facing Wen Er's staring gaze, Bie Xu raised his eyebrows and explained.

Seeing that Wen Er didn't answer for a long time, he still asked innocently: "Or did I remember wrong?"

"No." The words seemed to be squeezed out between the teeth.Wen Er didn't dare to look at Bie Kuan'an's expression on the other side, just lowered his head, bit the fish meat viciously, and said vaguely: "I like it."

Wen Er was already nervous, coupled with Bie Xu's teasing from time to time, his nerves were always tense and he did not dare to relax.

But to his surprise, Bie Kuan'an basically didn't ask him any questions, only heard that Wen Ya was going to enter University A this year, and praised him with "very good".

Most of the time, Bie Kuan'an was talking about his paintings, the art he admired, as if he had no other identity, but just saw a child who had a good eye for him in the art exhibition, and wanted to discuss a few more words with him, so he invited him to come by the way Just have a meal.

In fact, when it came to these non-personal questions, Wen Er did relax a lot, and in the second half he was already able to take Bie Kuan'an's questions freely.

"It's a pleasure chatting with you, unlike Bie Xu who is always perfunctory and has no interest in what I'm talking about."

"I also gained a lot from chatting with you." Wen Er responded respectfully.

"That's good. In the future, you can come to my house often or go to the studio to find me. I usually stay in these two places." Bie Kuan'an smiled, "But I hope you will not be so nervous when we meet next time. So scary."

Wen Er replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, and said a few more polite words, promising to visit again next time.

The sudden meeting with the parents seemed to end without any surprise, Bie Kuan'an was going back to the art exhibition, Wen Er and Bie Xu were going home.

Before parting, Wen Er waved goodbye to Kuan'an: "Goodbye, uncle."

"You still call me uncle?" Bie Kuan'an had already walked some distance away, and when he heard Wen Er's address, he turned to look at him.

Wen Er stared at him in bewilderment, not knowing how to react.

Bie Xu pulled his hand suddenly and shouted loudly: "Dad—goodbye—"

Bie Kuanan nodded, and didn't even look at his own son, but only looked at Wen Er, with a smile in his eyes and burning eyes, both encouraging and urging.

Wen Er finally understood what he meant, and for a moment, it seemed that several different gases rushed into his heart, filling his heart full and alive.

He opened his mouth, tried several times, and finally called out: "...Dad."

Wen Er understood at this moment

He said something that he hadn't had time to think about before.

——"If you call him, he will definitely agree."

——Because Bie Kuan'an has recognized himself as his family.