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Youaretheroseinmyheart

"Because I also like Teacher Sang's paintings very much, and I found that the teacher will regard roses as his own brush.

And in each of the subsequent paintings, there will be a lot of roses and flames. I would like to ask the teacher, why did you think of using these special methods to complete a painting? "

"Uh..." Sang Yintian blinked his eyes very lightly, and soon he smiled again, "The reason why he used roses as a paintbrush is actually because he went abroad to sketch in a park and went out. I was too anxious, so I forgot to bring my paintbrush..." At this point, Sang Yintian chuckled, with a long, light ending, as if telling everyone a joke, "Later, when I came to the park, I met a The little girl selling flowers didn’t think too much about it at that time, so I tried it with the attitude of giving it a try, but I didn’t expect the final effect to be good...so I will use the same way to create.”

Ye Siran listened carefully, blinking her eyes from time to time.

"Painting with roses sounds like a very romantic thing." The hostess looked into Sang Yintian's eyes and laughed too. "What about flames? As far as I know, no one uses the element of flames to create paintings, which can be said to be unprecedented."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian's expression suddenly froze on his face, and his right index finger also stopped on the sofa next to him.

The flame... soared up, reminding Sang Yintian of the car accident many years ago.It was a scar on his chest, a memory that would never be erased in this lifetime.The flame took away his relatives, and at the same time took away his dreams.

The shooting scene was suddenly quiet, and several people in charge looked at each other in surprise and shook their heads.Only Katy stood up suddenly from the stool and winked at the hostess.

The hostess cleared her throat and immediately returned to her original expression. Before Sang Yintian could speak, she answered the question that Sang Yintian had hesitated for a long time, "I guess the rose in Teacher Sang's hand It represents romance, while the flame symbolizes the vision and enthusiasm for the future, and it is indeed the greatest respect for art to be able to integrate these two fiery elements."

But roses and flames are not as beautiful as she described.Ye Siran knew that in Sang Yintian's paintings, there was never any hope for the future.

The rose has withered since the day it was picked, and the flame will always burn out one day.

Even so, Ye Siran couldn't help opening his mouth wide, thanking the hostess from the bottom of his heart.Because of her on-the-spot reaction, Sang Yintian's life was saved.

"I heard that Mr. Sang was also invited by the internationally renowned art magazine "MilkyWay" to be the title page illustrator for their next issue of the magazine some time ago. It is said that this time, the theme they gave is different from the past. It can even be said that it is completely out of the kind. "

"Well, the theme is 'Infinite Creation'. "Sang Yintian still chuckled lightly.

"Infinite creation... It sounds like a particularly ethereal feeling, like a cloud that can't be grasped." The hostess showed a thoughtful expression, then looked at Sang Yintian again, and asked: " I don’t know how Teacher Sang understands this theme? Can you tell us a little bit about the inspiration of the creation?”

Sang Yintian's expression at this time looked very relaxed, but what the interview type program wants is this kind of intimacy close to life.In addition, Sang Yintian is good-looking, especially when he smiles, even if you are just an audience in the audience, your full attention will be deeply attracted by him.

"Actually, when I first came into contact with this theme, I was really at a loss to write, and I didn't even know what the theme was trying to express." Sang Yintian laughed again, "Later, when I complained to my friend about it, he But he said two words to me, "real". "

"Real?" The hostess blinked twice.

"Yes, reality is creation." Sang Yintian probably remembered that he was leaning on Ye Siran's shoulder at his house that day.At that time, he didn't seem to be alone.

"Then let us look forward to Teacher Sang's new paintings in the theme of "Infinite Creation".Unknowingly, our art interview today is coming to an end.At the end of the program, I asked Mr. Sang a question for the audience friends in front of the TV. Do you think that for those who are new to painting, do they need to set a goal for themselves? "

This is much more cordial than the excruciating question before, Sang Yintian subconsciously sat up straight.

"Is it a goal..." Sang Yintian raised his arm, leaned back a little, and the silver pendant on his neck slipped out from the neckline inadvertently, "I personally don't think it is necessary to force myself to set a goal, because in In art, "willfulness" is not a derogatory term.I think everyone's nature is very precious and should be preserved instead of discarded. "

"Keep your instinct..." Ye Siran's eyes suddenly darkened.Sang Yintian's words touched his heart deeply.

That's right, he also had a dream a long, long time ago.

"Okay, that's the end of today's art interview." The hostess suddenly stood up and made a gesture of invitation to the side, "Next, let's invite the person in charge of our interviews abroad to come on stage."

Ye Siran moved his eyes to the left, only to realize that there was always a foreigner in the corner of the studio.His hair was golden, and it became more and more dazzling under the lighting.When the camera was aimed at the foreigner, the hostess nodded at Sang Yintian, bent down and said in a low voice, "Mr. Sang, it's okay if you don't understand, our production team has arranged an interpreter in advance...you You can see the previous mention-"

Before the word "teleprompter" could be said, Sang Yintian interrupted the hostess directly.He still kept smiling, and he looked much more relaxed than before. "No, I understand."

The hostess seemed a little surprised, but she still turned around and gestured "ok" to the person in charge next to her.

"Mr. Sang. Welcome to the artinterview, It's nice to see you." The foreign boy first nodded at Sang Yintian, and then extended his hand after taking the stage.

Sang Yintian stretched out his hand and shook it almost without thinking, "Thank'smypleasure."

Finally, the two sat down again.

"Apart from art, Do you have any advice for contemporary young people?"

[Aside from art, do you have some suggestions for contemporary young people? 】

Ye Siran looked confused, and turned to look at the teleprompter facing Sang Yintian.But Sang Yintian didn't look there at all, but looked directly into the eyes of the foreigner.

It's a courtesy.

Sang Yintian hesitated for a few seconds, rolled his eyes, and then spoke slowly.Fluent English came out of his mouth, and judging from the pronunciation, the English spoken by Sang Yintian was closer to his mother tongue.But except for Ye Siran, everyone present was not surprised. They held their breath, waiting for Sang Yintian's next answer.

"Sometimes I think, from the day of birth, people just like planted in the soil."

[Sometimes I feel that everyone is like a seed planted in the soil from birth. 】

"Some of them have being taking good care, fertilize and bathe in the sun."

[Someone takes good care of it, fertilizes it and lets it bask in the sun]

"But the others seeds sare not taking care by anyone. Experienced countless storms, rely on their own will, and grow up very difficult."

[But some seeds were left unattended, experienced countless wind and rain, and relied on their own will to climb out of the mound with great difficulty. 】

"I want to say that, because each sees a different variety and facing a different situation"

[Actually, what I want to say is that although the varieties of these seeds are different. 】

"They will always grow up different flowers."

[But they will always bloom different flowers. 】

"Thank you"

【Thanks again. 】

The shooting machine was turned off, and the entire studio was still eerily silent.

With a look of excitement on her face, Katy suddenly stood up from the stool and began to clap her hands.Soon, everyone in the studio applauded along with her, including the foreign brother on stage.

"Teacher Sang, you are really, really amazing!!"

"Did the part Mr. Sang said just now be prepared in advance? Probably not, there is no script for this part..."

"Definitely not. I'm really not surprised that Teacher Sang can say this."

Ye Siran raised his hand and stroked his chin, thinking carefully.Although he didn't quite understand what was expressed in Sang Yintian's words just now.

But no matter what it is, whether it is amazing or touching, Ye Siran knows that Sang Yintian's life never needs any rehearsal.

"Ms. Sang was born abroad... This passage of English sounds really comfortable."

"Yes, yes, there are so many people who come to our TV station to record programs every day, and I have never seen anyone whose spoken English can be compared to Teacher Sang..."

Sang Yintian was a little embarrassed by the praise, and while nodding his thanks, he tied his hair again.This time, the strength of his hand was relatively small, and a few strands of hair were gently pressed against his forehead.When Sang Yintian turned his head, he saw Ye Siran standing in a daze in the dressing room next door.Because the door was locked, the whole room was empty, and the cold light from the mirror surrounded him.

Ye Siran stood quietly in front of the window with her head down, looking as if she had a lot to say.

Sang Yintian's index finger touched it lightly, and through a layer of glass, he said softly: "Youaretheroseinmyheart"

【You are the rose in my heart】

Katy suggested to find a better restaurant near the TV station in the evening, firstly to celebrate the success of this art interview, and secondly to thank Sang Yintian and Ye Siran for following them for most of the day.But Ye Siran didn't think so, he didn't do anything during the half day, and spent most of the time staring at Sang Yintian's face, so he didn't feel tired.

But Sang Yin is really tired.He slumped into the back seat of the car lazily, stretched out his hand and pushed Ye Siran's back again. "Siran, I'm too tired, you can drive."

Xiaohan and Xu Hanzhi arrived at the restaurant ahead of time, and they had already ordered food before Sang Yintian and the others came over.Sang Yintian can't eat spicy food, so Xu Hanzhi ordered a lot of sweet Cantonese dishes.

Sang Yintian was really tired and couldn't be interested in the whole dinner time.Sometimes he propped his chin on his arm, turned his head to look out the window, and closed his eyes for a while.Because the surroundings were too noisy, Sang Yintian couldn't sleep well, and would subconsciously grab Ye Siran's arm every few minutes, for fear that he would slip off the stool.

For the first time, Ye Siran was a little surprised, but he didn't speak, and lowered his head to drink a cup of yogurt.

The second time, Ye Siran seemed to have expected it, he took a deep breath, and poked Sang Yintian's thigh with his little finger. "Hey, if you're too tired, we'll go back."

Sang Yintian didn't even want to say anything, he shook his head and closed his eyes again.

For the third time, Ye Siran directly put his arms around Sang Yintian's waist, picked up the glass on the table, and drank the remaining yogurt.Then he picked up the suit jacket on the side and gently put it on Sang Yintian's body.

In full view, Ye Siran lifted Sang Yintian from the stool.

"Wow..." Xiaohan's eyes widened in an instant, "Trough..."