Mr Gingerbread

Mr. Han has nothing to do today, so he took his second son, Han Qiaoyu, to the gallery on a rare occasion.

He went to Shushi Zhai, and Mr. Daishan mentioned the words on it. It was majestic and arrogant, and Mr. Han stood at the door looking at the plaque for a while, and then walked in slowly.

While looking at the newly arrived painting, he slowly led Han Qiaoyu forward. The old man walked very slowly on a crutch, and could only hear the rattling sound of the wooden crutch falling on the ground in the empty hall. Little echoes.

Mr. Han first went to the small exhibition hall to look at the pictures he usually liked, and said, "Time flies so fast, it's been another ten years in the blink of an eye, and the third child has graduated."

Han Qiaoyu pushed aside all business matters, and watched slowly with him without any complaints. When the old man spoke, he listened carefully.

Mr. Han glanced at him and said, "Qiao Yu, among you brothers, I am most optimistic about you."

Han Qiaoyu said: "Brother and Qiao Ye are also fine."

Mr. Han sighed, and said, "Your eldest brother is gentle and can't suppress the scene, so you have to come." But as for the youngest son, he didn't say anything, and took Han Er to walk a few steps slowly , and then said to him: "Take your brother with you, Qiao Ye admires you the most, and he will listen to what you say."

Han Qiaoyu smiled and said, "I see, Dad."

The two of you were talking when Han Qiaoyu's cell phone rang, and it was the assistant who answered the call. He said something in a low voice, and vaguely heard it was about some gallery and the newly hung paintings, "...asked Excuse me, it is said that it was indeed sent to Boss Hu, and the name was changed, instead of using the real name, I searched for a while... There are two pictures of landscapes."

Han Qiaoyu said calmly, "Understood, let me ask the price."

The assistant said a price, and said in a low voice: "Now only one pair of landscapes has been priced, and the other one has not yet been released."

Han Qiaoyu said: "No matter how much the other party asks, I will buy it." After a pause, he said: "Don't buy together, buy one of the landscapes first, and then buy the second one in a few days."

The assistant agreed.

Hearing him, Mr. Han asked, "What painting did you buy?"

Han Qiaoyu hung up the phone and said, "You have never seen a new young artist. Recently, I saw that he liked his paintings, so I asked people to buy them for collection."

Mr. Han nodded and said: "Newcomers should hold on to it. There are not many professional careers in the field of Chinese painting. If you see it, you can buy a few more to support them. How much is the asking price?"

"A piece of three-foot landscape, more than 1." Han Qiaoyu frowned slightly, feeling that the price was a bit low.

Mr. Han thought that he was haggling about the price, and comforted him, "The price is quite normal, not high, let's buy it for fun." After talking, the old man laughed himself, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's really rare to see you What kind of painting are you interested in? The ball of ink you drew when you were a child is really good, and no famous teacher can teach you well! Second child, you can show me that painting some other day."

Han Qiaoyu responded.

Mr. Han took him around Shushizhai, looked around the new paintings, but didn't see anything he liked, so he sighed and said to him: "Nowadays, Chinese painting can be regarded as a sunset major. The dean told me that the teachers at Flower and Bird Xieyi are now leading graduate students, and they all sign an agreement with the students in advance, so what if they can’t find a suitable job after graduation, hey, it’s really not easy.”

Han Qiaoyu said flatly: "It's not easy at any time, it still depends on the person."

"That's right. It was more difficult for us. If we gathered a few classmates and wanted to open an art exhibition, they would only dare to find a basement to sneak around, for fear of being reported." Probably remembering when I was young, those bitterness and youth were mixed together. It's not too hard to think of this age, Mr. Han smiled and looked at the few paintings hanging out, and said: "If you really like writing and painting, work hard and draw a few more, you can also Be self-sufficient."

Han Qiaoyu nodded yes.

Mr. Han said again: "I told Dean Sun last time, let him take a few old friends with us, we will go out for a walk, visit mountains and rivers, go out and see more, this will be conducive to creative inspiration!"

The old man wanted to play with himself, but he just mentioned such a sentence casually, and he didn't expect this serious second son to hear it in his heart.Unexpectedly, Han Qiaoyu thought about it seriously, nodded and agreed, and said, "Dean Sun and the others seem to be going out to sketch after a while, I'll arrange it for you."

Mr. Han was a little surprised, but he still happily agreed.

Han Qiaoyu also counted the time in his mind. Needless to say, he got the news through Lu Ming. He knew the students Dean Sun's sketch brought. No one could escape Lu Ming.When he was abroad a few years ago, if he couldn't get in touch with Lu Ming for a few days, it must be Dean Sun who took him out to sketch. It takes a long time to find a signal on the phone.

But that is in the past, now that he has returned to China, it is not a bad idea to take a little vacation for himself from time to time, and follow him to sketch to cultivate his sentiments.

Han Qiaoyu glanced at Mr. Han who was walking slowly in front of him, his mind moved slightly, and he said, "There are a few students by Dean Sun's side."

Mr. Han hummed a ditty and was still immersed in the joyful mood of the upcoming trip. Hearing him say, he casually said, "Huh?"

Han Qiaoyu thought about it and said, "The painting is very good."

Mr. Han: "That's good, I'll take a look when I go."

Han Qiaoyu raised the corner of her lips and said, "You won't be disappointed."

After sending off Mr. Han, Han Qiaoyu returned to the company.

His cell phone rang, and it was indeed from Mr. Duobao. He told him in a familiar tone like an old friend about going to the art exhibition today, and finally mentioned carefully, asking the administrator if he was free to go to the mountains together. sketching.

Han Qiaoyu replied a few words carefully, only saying that he would go out in a few days, but he hurriedly went offline without mentioning any time and place.

He was afraid of exposing himself by talking too much, but he thought that Lu Ming and Han Lao would meet and go together in a few days, so he couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and tried to restrain his expression. He had been with the boss for so many years, and it was the first time he saw the boss so happy. What good thing happened?

Mr. Han's good mood lasted until he came home at night, humming a song when he entered the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he felt something was wrong.

There was only one floor lamp turned on in the living room, and it was a bit dim. Lu Ming sat on the sofa as if he was thinking about something, and his emotions could not be seen clearly in the shadows, but looking at the silent one, he knew that he was not in a good mood.

Han Qiaoyu was a little slower to untie his tie, but he still untied his tie and took off his coat naturally. He walked over and said, "What's the matter, what happened?"

Lu Ming glanced at him and said softly, "Don't you know what you did?"

Han Qiaoyu didn't dare to stand next to him, and sat aside without answering. He has been doing a lot of things secretly recently, and I don't know which one Lu Ming said.Both Mr. Han and Ms. Song had a situation. He had just secretly bought a painting in the morning, and he felt very guilty when he was asked such a question.Try to keep your tone as calm as possible, touched the back of Lu Ming's hand, and asked, "I'm the one who upset you? I just think that if what I can do is good for both of us, don't worry about the form. ..."

Lu Ming was so angry that he took out a stack of documents from his bag and patted them on the living room table: "Did you do this?!"

Han Qiaoyu glanced at it, and felt relieved. He took the stack of documents and looked at the approval letter on it, and said, "Are you going to mention associate professor? It's good."

Lu Ming laughed angrily at him, and said: "Han Qiaoyu, you are still pretending to be stupid with me! This is what you asked someone to do. We agreed at the beginning that we would not interfere with each other's work, do you remember? You are now What kind of!"

Han Qiaoyu frowned slightly, and said, "These..."

Lu Ming said, "Just say, did you intervene?"

Han Qiaoyu nodded slightly, but quickly said: "It's the same for a few years, it doesn't make any difference if it's earlier or later, and in this way you can start your own projects and do what you want, right? I I just mentioned a few words, if it is not your own ability, it is useless for me to say it, you also know that your academy only values ​​ability..."

Han Qiaoyu wanted to coax Lu Ming, but his attitude was wrong. He seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with bringing these things to Lu Ming. When he put his hand on Lu Ming's back, he patted Lu Ming twice and then waved his hand away.Lu Ming looked up at him. For a moment, he felt that he was being coaxed by this man like a kitten or puppy, doing everything for him and paving all the roads, but he didn't believe that he could walk over by himself. He hugged it.

Han Qiaoyu frowned and looked at him, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Lu Ming picked up his briefcase, got up and took his coat and said, "I'll go to the dormitory for two days first, and you should think about it yourself."

Han Qiaoyu tugged at his arm and said, "Are you really angry?"

Lu Ming laughed angrily at him, and said: "How dare you, isn't it a promotion? I have to go to school and do my best. Let go."

Han Qiaoyu refused to let him go, so Lu Ming opened his fingers and went to the entrance to change his shoes, with his head down and his expression cold.Han Qiaoyu hugged him, kissed him and said, "Don't go, I..." He thought for a while, "Shall I apologize to you?"

Lu Ming ignored him lazily, and reached out to open the door.

Han Qiaoyu hugged him and kissed him twice. At first Lu Ming didn't respond, but then he started to push him. When Han Qiaoyu pressed him against the wall and kissed him randomly, he even bit his lips hard angrily. There was a bloody smell in it, and I couldn't breathe even when we parted.

Han Qiaoyu reached out to touch his cheek, put his forehead against his and said, "Don't go."

Lu Ming was covered under him and couldn't break free with his own strength. He heard him laughing and said, "Didn't you arrange it for me? I'm listening to you now. I go to school. The associate professor has more things to do than now." After all, the responsibilities are different, Mr. Han said, right?"

Han Qiaoyu kissed Lu Ming's forehead and eyes, and called him softly: "Lu Ming, Lu Ming..."

He can only call Lu Ming's name, and he doesn't know how to say the rest.

Lu Ming said hoarsely: "Are you satisfied? If not, I will take off my clothes and accompany you."

Han Qiaoyu buttoned some of the ripped clothes for him, and said in a low voice, "This is not what I want."

Lu Ming was silent for a while, and said, "Let me go."

Han Qiaoyu didn't stop her anymore, hearing the sound of the door closing, her heart throbbed like a knife.

The author has something to say: Mr. Han (waving a walking stick): My son is so useless!Don't you want to see me make a move, hum!