Chapter 44 (1/2)

In the painting room, the sun was flooding the birch floor. The white lace curtains moved slightly in the wind. Lin Qikai held an introduction to microeconomics by the window. Rarely, there is no suit and leather shoes, but a simple white shirt, because his task today is to model Xu Xingyuan.

Last time I went to the exhibition, Xu Xingyuan stared at a portrait for a long time. In the painting, a foreign man leaned on the balcony and smoked, smiling at the painter. He asked if she liked it, and bought it and gave it to her.

She only said the word envy.

“What do you envy?”

“Lovers.” Xu Xingyuan pointed to the name of Eric where the painter had deposited, and the man in the painting.

Lin Qikai understood what she meant, and inevitably felt that this idea was a little shocking. “How is it possible? Both are men.”

Xu Xingyuan looked at him steadily. “definitely is.”

The painting tells the story, it can show the joy and sadness of the painter. The man in the painting has smiling eyes, and the eyes on the painter are so spoiled. They must be in love.

Lin Qikai also suddenly realized the ambiguous feeling in the painting. In the picture, the man’s smile, which looks like Mei Xing, is still a bit bleak.

He called the gallery manager to ask the artist for information. The information received was that the painting was a legacy. The painter committed suicide ino Shenhu two months after painting the painting.

“Where is the person in the picture?” Xu Xingyuan asked.

“Then I don’t know.” The manager must have known one or two about the painter’s life rhythm and sighed. “Love that is intolerable in the world. But this is also a jump, and it is famous. His paintings have now doubled in price in the art circle.”

Lin Qikai sneered, and the moving stories finally served economic principles and became profitable selling points.

They eventually bought the painting. Xu Xingyuan said sadly that he must have died. She is talking about people in the painting. For the little girl, it is far easier to believe in the love of the same life and death.

Lin Qikai touched her head and comforted: “We won’t be like this.”

She looked at Lin Qikai who was one head taller than her. “Brother Zhongjing will do a model for me?”

She has painted many of his portraits, all based on her own imagination. Never painted a picture in front of him.

Although Lin Qikai was a little surprised by her request, she still readily accepted her request. So there is today’s itinerary.

Not far away, Xu Xingyuan was holding a paintbrush and painting him on the canvas. From time to time, he used a paintbrush to compare Lin Qikai’s appearance. He took the opportunity to peek at Lin Qikai. Every time he peeked, his face turned red again, even with the brush Hands are a little unstable.

Lin Qikai looked up at her from the book and smiled, “Is it not always good for me to read books? Should I change my posture?”

“No … no problem, just be natural, whatever you pose is good.”

Lin Qikai was a little embarrassed. “I stand here to paint for you, is there any difference from the painting you used to do?”

“Um …” She nodded uneasily and answered slowly. “I used to draw you every bit of your imagination before. Now, you stand in front of me alive.”

“I’m like a big star.” Lin Qikai sneered.

You are indeed the brightest star in my heart.

Lin Qikai put down the book in his hand and pulled up, walked to Xu Xingyuan’s side, holding her trembling brush. Xu Xingyuan was even more shy and wanted to draw her hand, but Lin Qikai insisted on holding it.

Lin Qikai looked at the unfinished paintings on the drawing board. Although he only outlined his overall lines and was working on the details of the head, the eyes he had drawn were bright and vivid, quite expressive.

“Yuan’er, I think there is something wrong with your painting.”

Xu Xingyuan asked nervously: “What’s the problem?”

“This person in the painting is more heroic than me.”

Xu Xingyuan heard him making fun of her, blushing slightly, staring blankly at him without speaking.

At this time, Lin Qikai was clenching Xu Xingyuan’s hand, looking at Xu Xingyuan’s sincere eyes, showing a trace of compassion in her heart, and even felt that her current behavior was mean.

A knock on the door rang at this time, interrupting the ambiguous atmosphere between the two. Lin Qikai let go of her hand to open the door, it was his close attendant Qi Fei.

“What’s wrong?” He protruded most of his body, concealed the door of the studio, and the conversation between the two came intermittently.

“Not good … Miss Hong … escape marriage …” Xu Xingyuan, who didn’t want to listen to the root of the wall, paid more attention when she heard the name of her future sister-in-law.

“Is Xu Xingcheng at home?”

“Not here.”

“Get a car immediately and go to MGM. Now.” Lin Qikai told Wan Qifei to return to the studio. “Sorry, Yuan’er, I have some urgent matters that I need to deal with. Will you come back as a model again sometime?”

Xu Xingyuan nodded slowly, almost at the moment she nodded. He had reached the door and hurried down the stairs. His calm, gentleness disappeared without a trace at this time. Four words are confusing to confirm the relationship.

Xu Xingyuan put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked at the painting in front of him. The person in the painting was vivid and vivid, but he did not have a pair of smiling eyes.

Lin Qikai had been waiting for Luo Fusheng in the evening before returning. He had received news before that Hong Lan had returned home safely, so he was not in a hurry. He stayed just to meet Luo Fusheng and ask what happened.

Luo Fusheng didn’t expect anyone to be there. When I walked into the suite, my back was slightly bent, and my steps were slow. When he saw someone sitting on the sofa, he instinctively straightened his back. Lin Qikai looked at him.

“Because Hong Lan was punished by Uncle Hong?” From an early age, Luo Fusheng was Hong Lan’s scapegoat. Occasionally help him and Xu Xingcheng to blame, and finally fell into a stubborn reputation. The heads of the three families are not too much to see, of course, the more important reason is because of his father.

“Nothing.” Luo Fusheng sat on the sofa beside him. “Brother Zhongjing is still waiting for me so late, why?”

“What’s the matter with Lan Lan?” Mentioning Hong Lan, he said with a straight face, his body slightly leaning forward in Luo Fusheng’s direction.