The high cold white moonlight is really fragrant to me

Apart from this, what also made Li Xu feel a little uneasy was the unexplained sense of familiarity that suddenly came to mind when he was talking with Yin Ying today.

But the feeling was like an ethereal veil, and it slipped away before he could grasp it. Li Xu thought about it again, but all he got was a blank.

And the other party didn't give him any chance to continue to remember well - Yin Ying seemed to have something to do, after returning home in the morning, he didn't reply to his message all day.

He also thought about another possibility, but there was no way to prove it, and he couldn't open the mouth himself.

On the other hand, Yin Ying did have something to do.

His mother Suho came back from abroad.

On the same day, Yin Ying returned home almost immediately after receiving the news of her arrival from Su Ho. Yin Xiong hadn't finished get off work yet, and Yin Wenwen still had a class to attend, so in the end, she was the first to arrive home. It's Yin Ying.

It has been less than half a year since I went to Soho, but there is no way, it takes so much time to hold a touring art exhibition.

But even after running around for a long time, Su Ho's face still didn't show a trace of fatigue, his temperament was still gentle, his light brown hair was bundled up and hung down behind his head, and his face was lightly made up, but he already looked She is so delicate and beautiful that she doesn't feel like someone in her 40s. Time seems to have treated her particularly favorably, perhaps because she has a quarter of Dutch ancestry.

The woman with a faint scent of bluegrass pushed a few handbags on the table, smiled and said to Yin Ying: "I brought you some souvenirs and other gifts."

Yin Ying didn't open those gift bags first, but looked at Su Ho and said, "Thank you mom, you are tired, why don't you go up and rest for a while."

Su Ho just smiled and shook his head: "I'm not tired at all. I just feel very fulfilled and happy after this trip. I hope I can take you with me next time." There is a painting exhibition, and you can also perform a violin performance."

Yin Ying couldn't help smiling: "Okay, I'll accompany you next time when I'm free." No matter how idealistic Su Ho's words were, Yin Ying chose to agree temporarily, after all, she had just returned home.

Su Ho seemed to know that Yin Xiong and Yin Wenwen had something to do, so he didn't ask any questions after putting down the things, but said to Yin Ying: "Let's go, let's go to the attic."

Yin Ying, who was about to pack up her things, was taken aback when she heard this: "Huh?"

Su Ho, who just finished the art exhibition, seemed really not tired, turned to Yin Ying and said, "Let's draw together."

Opening the curtains, the warm afternoon sun poured into the studio. Yin Ying stood in front of the easel, holding a paintbrush, facing the white canvas in front of her, hesitated for a while, as if she didn't know how to make the first stroke.

However, Soho has already made progress, and there are already several patches of color on the canvas.

Yin Ying learned painting when he was a child, and the first art class he enrolled in was actually not piano, but painting.After all, his mother Su Ho is a painter, so whether it is Yin Ying herself or his family members, when it comes to saying that he is going to art class, the first thing that comes to mind is painting.

Before that, he was sent to taekwondo class by Yin Wei. He was the same as his brother Yin Xiong when he was a child, but he was not as good as his brother when he was a child, and he was not as good as Yin Ying, who was a child of the same age.Yin Wei was very angry at first, saying that Yin Ying was not masculine or heroic enough, but Su Ho, who has always been gentle and good-tempered, turned cold-faced for the first time in several years when he heard these words that day, and hugged his second son who silently wiped his tears , only to tell Yin Wei that manhood is not only learned in martial arts.

Seeing Su Ho's cold face, Yin Wei lost most of his temper immediately, so he had no choice but to stop being angry with his young second son. Later, Su Ho proposed to send Yin Ying to study art, and Yin Wei also obeyed and supported him.

Fortunately, Yin Ying is not bad at studying, and after work, Su Ho often teaches him a small stove. The mother and son often stay in the warm attic for an afternoon, and then draw two finished paintings, and give them to him before eating. Yin Wei took a look.

Originally, the most important thing was to let Yin Wei look at Yin Ying's paintings, but Yin Ying always felt that his father's attention was all on his mother's paintings in the end.

Su Ho pushed Yin Ying's oil painting of flowers over. After Yin Wei vaguely said yes, his eyes fixed on the painting by Su Ho behind him.

"The color of this river is so beautiful, sparkling." Yin Ying's father tried to use his not very rich vocabulary to praise his wife's handwriting.

But Su Ho said: "It is for you to see my son's painting, so let's see how it looks."

Yin Wei had no choice but to continue to nod twice perfunctorily: "Not bad, the flowers are quite red."

Hearing that Yin Wenwen was laughing at the dinner table without a boudoir demeanor.

However, Yin Ying's painting path was not affected by this. He still went to the class seriously, and then went home to receive Su Ho's guidance. It can't be said that he is very talented, but at least he still has aura in this aspect , but with the deepening of the course, Yin Ying felt a little discouraged.

At first he thought it was his own laziness. Suho sometimes realized that he was not very motivated to paint, so he tried to play some soothing classical music for him. Unexpectedly, when the classic music sounded in the small attic, Yin Ying ecstatically painted in the attic for a full five hours.

Afterwards, Yin Ying would often ask Su Ho to play some music.After a few times, Su Ho also noticed something. She asked Yin Ying seriously if she was interested in music. Yin Ying nodded after thinking for a while: "I feel that I have even practiced painting recently to listen to music." .”

Su Ho thought about it carefully, and did not decide to let Yin Ying continue to learn painting, but let him try to learn piano.

At the beginning, Su He still worried that Yin Ying was just a whim and didn’t really like music, but soon her worries were dispelled—her second son, Yin Ying, seemed to have really found something she liked. Every piano lesson is full of anticipation, all of which are seen by Su Ho.

Until now, Yin Ying is very grateful to his mother for her support and understanding to him all the time. Although it sounds like an official cliché, it is indeed the truest thought in his heart.

But even if he stopped learning oil painting, Su Ho would occasionally pull him up to paint with her.It's just that after not practicing for a long time, Yin Ying only feels that writing is a bit stiff and unfamiliar.

Yin Ying turned her head to look at what Su He was drawing, and found that she was drawing a plump and bright red pomegranate. Seeing this, Yin Ying said, "Mom, do you want to eat pomegranate? I'll go buy it for you."

Su Ho couldn't help but smile when he heard Yin Ying's words: "Then if I draw a castle, will you buy me a castle?"

Yin Ying laughed and said, "I'm trying to save money!"

At this time, another voice suddenly came from outside the house: "Hehe, are you home?"

When Yin Ying heard this, she was surprised for a moment:

Dad actually came back.

One must know that Yin Wei went to City C for more than half a month, and today he arrived just after Soho came back.

Yin Ying, who had no intention of painting, only felt that the paintbrush in her hand was a bit hot, and Su Ho also saw that Yin Ying was a little unsteady, so she whispered to him: "You go down first."

Yin Ying nodded with a smile, then walked down quickly, and found that both Yin Wei and Yin Xiong were back, standing in the living room, and Yin Wei was walking towards here, as if he wanted to go up to the attic.

Yin Ying hurriedly gave way to Yin Wei, so that he and Su He could live together, while she went downstairs and walked to Yin Xiong's side: "Brother."

Yin Xiong hummed, and then suddenly said to him: "The divestment of the Lu Corporation has been dealt with."

Yin Ying, who had something on her mind, couldn't help asking after hearing Yin Xiong's words: "Will there be any bad influence?"

Yin Xiong pushed his eyes: "It's okay, Dad didn't want to invest in their family at first, but they took the North Development Zone as a condition, so Dad reluctantly agreed. The terms of the funding, so there's no default clause at all."

Yin Ying thought for a while and asked again: "Then if the land in the North Development Zone is lost..."

Yin Xiong turned his head and looked into Yin Ying's eyes: "Dad has always told me that he regrets it, even if there is a North Development Zone, he should not cooperate with Lu's, because they have too many projects that have been half-finished before, and in terms of capital control There have always been problems." Yin Xiong paused for a moment, then looked at Yin Ying and continued: "So don't worry."

"With this divestment, Lu's project is completely abolished. Although it is not their only project in the second half of the year, it is not small. Once the funding chain is broken, the project is forced to be put on hold. If it is not dead, it will have to shed half of its skin."

Yin Ying knew that Yin Xiong was showing that the Yin family should not be bullied. He was about to say something to Yin Xiong when he suddenly heard Yin Wei's voice from the attic: "Yin Ying, come up."

Yin Ying walked up to the attic, only to see Yin Wei beckoning to herself: "You accompany your mother to draw for a while." The tone was normal, but there seemed to be a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Yin Ying responded and walked to the canvas, but stayed for a second after seeing the canvas clearly.

Before he went downstairs, the canvas was white and without paint, but now there were a few crooked lines and the colors were a bit dirty. It looked like he didn't mix the colors well and just painted.

At this moment, Su Ho said quietly: "Your father paints blindly and ruins the canvas. Don't let him scribble while you occupy the space." Yin Ying just heard Su Ho finished speaking, and heard Yin Wei cough unnaturally again.

It turned out to be the case.

After Yin Wei finally came out from the attic, Su Ho smiled and shook his head: "Your father really doesn't have any artistic talents."

Yin Ying, who was busy saving Yin Wei's scribbles just now, couldn't help asking curiously after hearing Su He's words: "Then why did you stay with Dad at that time?"

When Su Ho heard this, the paintbrush in his hand stopped, as if he was caught in some memory, and a smile soon hung on the corner of his mouth: "He, at that time, he thought that he was good in everything except that he had no artistic talent."

Looking at the happy smile on Su Ho's face, Yin Ying suddenly felt that her mother's choice back then was right.

But for some reason, looking at Yin Ying who was editing the canvas, another person suddenly appeared in her mind.

He thought of Li Xu.

It reminded me of the song "Jingle Bells" he ordered before.

I also remembered Li Xu's closed eyes and quiet profile when he fell asleep at the concert.

Yin Ying mixed the paint, but she had already thought about it quietly in her heart:

If I had to say it, Li Xu might not be interested in art either.

But mom was right.

Yin Ying thought absentmindedly:

Everything is fine except that.

And it's not that not liking art is a shortcoming, Li Xu still has many beautiful qualities that he admires, and there are many characteristics that he admires.

Li Xu has always been radiant in Yin Ying's world, even if he is not interested in art, it does not detract from his brilliance at all.

Yin Ying thought, now he can understand his mother very well, and he has once again recognized his own heart.

Thinking about it, Yin Ying's painting movements changed.

He started to get distracted again, and his mind was no longer on the painting in front of him: "Mom." Yin Ying said to Su Ho: "I'm done painting, I'll go down and help first."

Su Ho responded, only to see Yin Ying quickly ran down the attic.Seeing this, Su Ho walked to Yin Ying's easel with some curiosity, but couldn't help being stunned:

Yin Ying didn't completely cover up or get rid of Yin Wei's two random strokes, but drew a river on it, and the two rough strokes that were drawn before were vaguely revealed on the river.

But the color of the river is special and surprising.

It was a pink river.

...

When he came downstairs, Yin Ying, whose heart was full of Li Xu, couldn't help but want to contact Li Xu, but when he turned on his phone, he found that Li Xu had sent him two messages a few hours ago, but he hadn't seen them .

【Li_】: Are you home yet?

Two hours after he didn't reply, Li Xu sent another one.

【Li_】: I have something to tell you.

Yin Ying was a little confused, and replied without knowing what was going on.

【:D】: Here we are, we have something to do just now, please tell me _(:з)∠)_

Soon Yin Ying waited for a reply, but the person on the other side didn't seem to be busy.

[Li_]: Yes.

[Li_]: I may have forgotten a little bit before.

【Li_】: But recently I remembered it again.

[Li_]: Sorry.

Yin Ying was stunned after reading it.

There is only one possibility left in his mind:

Li Xu actually remembered it by himself! ?

The author has something to say: Yin Ying: It’s so sudden, I’m not ready yet!

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