XNUM X night

Your music is like a sharp knife

Sang Yintian's lectures are not rigid, whether it is the tone of speech, or the occasional chuckle from the heart, he seems to regard everyone in the audience as his friend.And he is a storyteller who easily mobilizes everyone's emotions.

The lights on the stage were brightened a bit, exposing the penultimate drawing board.

"The name of this painting is "The Painter's Mother." Sang Yintian moved the last famous painting that he had just finished explaining to the side, looked down at another picture frame leaning against his feet, his face still remained Smile, "Many people say that Lucian Freud is the greatest British painter, and some even say that no matter where he goes, he is the greatest painter in the world..."

There was an instant commotion in the audience, as if expressing dissatisfaction with what Sang Yintian said just now.Of course, these are all expected by Sang Yintian.He turned around and sat on the chair in the middle of the stage. "It seems that everyone is a little dissatisfied with what I said just now. In fact, I am too."

"Freud is indeed a great painter, but obviously, his works do not look comfortable." Sang Yintian's right fingertips touched the woman in the painting, his eyes subconsciously The first row of auditoriums closest to the stage looked over.

That person in a dark suit... is Ye Wanlu?And the woman sitting on his right, with half of her face covered by darkness.But Sang Yintian felt very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Ye Wanlu seemed to have noticed Sang Yintian's gaze, he just nodded slightly with no expression on his face.

Before he had time to think about it, Sang Yintian sniffed and turned his head away from looking. "Freud was born in Berlin, and his grandfather was a famous psychologist. When Freud was very young, his grandfather would let him read the four-line poem "Song Under the Gallows". My bedroom is filled with some mysterious paintings... This series of experiences led Freud to have a withdrawn, closed personality, full of suspicion about everything around him. Therefore, whether it is his paintings or his personality, there are many It’s a state of almost nervousness, and when it comes to these, can everyone understand why this painting looks so uncomfortable.”

"Freud has always been in a withdrawn and closed state, which made him a relatively stereotyped painter in the end. He likes deformed and morbid themes, and insists on realistic paintings. Therefore, some people's comments on him are—— "The last Don Quixote master". "

……

After explaining the first few world famous paintings, Sang Yintian's eyes finally fell on the last picture frame in the corner.It was the "flaming rose" that he had created a long time ago.

He didn't ask Ye Siran to prepare this oil painting.

Sang Yintian was taken aback for a moment, then remained silent for a few seconds.Then, still smiling, he took the painting to the center of the stage.Ye Siran, who was sitting under the stage, inadvertently clenched his hands. He knew that it was his selfishness.

Sang Yintian is unwilling to read the comments and doubts of passers-by on the Internet, but it doesn't mean that Ye Siran won't read it.Those marketing accounts used to say that Sang Yintian's famous painting "The Flame Rose" was actually a copy of the masterpiece of a well-known foreign painter. Later, after fans found direct evidence, they changed their rhetoric a few days later, saying "The Flame Rose" Rose" is just a self-marketing method of Sang Yintian, in short, as ugly as it is.

Ye Siran wants to use today's opportunity to let Sang Yintian clarify himself, and also to make him face up to his past.

What he wants to tell Sang Yintian is that no matter what happened before, at least he will walk with him in the future.

Sure enough, when most of the students saw this oil painting, they immediately became noisy.Compared with those world-famous paintings with monotonous colors that have been around for some years, the novelty of "Flame Rose" seems to be closer to everyone's current life.For example, the white roses that are within reach, the flames, and the boy with delicate eyebrows and eyes in a white shirt in the painting.

Only Ye Sizan frowned, bent over, and walked straight along the aisle until he sat on the empty seat on the right hand side of the first row.

"Student, the first row is for the school leaders and special guests, you can't sit here..." The person in charge standing in the aisle also bent over, trying to get Ye Sizan back to his seat.Unfortunately, Ye Siran didn't speak, but just stared at Sang Yintian standing on the stage.

He didn't know if his decision was correct, but at least he wanted Sang Yintian to tell the truth.

"Student? Are you listening... the first row is—" The boy wanted to reach out to touch Ye Siran's arm.

"It's okay, just let him sit there and watch." Ye Wanhui didn't turn his head, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his upper and lower lips touched lightly a few times.Only then did Ye Siran turn her head and saw clearly the woman sitting next to Ye Wanlu.

Katy, the person in charge of the art interview?Could it be...she is the one that Ye Wanlu said he was working with?This is too coincidental.

Katy deliberately put on light makeup today, and has a beautiful silver brooch on her left chest.Seeing Ye Siran cast her gaze over, she smiled slightly. "What a coincidence, we meet again."

Out of politeness, Ye Siran still nodded to the two people on the right, and then turned his gaze back to the painting in Sang Yintian's hand.

"Flame Rose, sounds like a good name, with a lot of personality." Ye Wanlu said suddenly, leaned back, and cast a sideways glance at Ye Sizan. "I heard a few friends in the circle talk about this painting before. It is innovative and skillful, and even the painting tools are different from other ordinary people. I heard that many people wanted to take pictures of these paintings at a high price. Zhang Hua."

"And then?" Ye Siran's voice was suppressed by himself so low that it sounded strange to him.

"The Sangda painter you like rejected all invitations to art exhibitions and art auctions at that time, and he told those collectors who had been waiting for many days that this painting is priceless." Ye Wanlu laughed a few more times , raised his arm to loosen the tie, and the corner of his mouth slightly slanted, "So, I guess this painting is not what he wanted to bring up."

"Uh..." Ye Wanlu actually guessed that he did it.

"You did it?" Ye Wanli finally tilted his head, staring at the tip of Ye Siran's nose and the two small moles under the corners of his eyes. "Tell me, what do you want to know from that painting a few years ago? And then again, are you so convinced that he will tell you about his past?"

"I already knew about his past." Ye Siran blinked lightly, and couldn't help but look up at the boy in the oil painting.

It was the 20-year-old Sang Yintian in high spirits.

"I just want to know, whenever he recalls the sad past, will he feel pain, will he be sad, will he cry secretly by himself." Ye Siran grew up, except for Ye Wanlu , didn't worry about anyone else.Even if his parents had a huge financial problem in their overseas business, when Ye Wanli mentioned it, Ye Siran just said "Oh" with a blank face, and then never asked again.

So Sang Yintian is the first accidental node, the only one, and maybe the last one.

"Boy." Ye Wanlu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally had the chance to say what he had kept in his heart for so long, "You really, like him that much?"

"I like it." Who can refuse a fox who can be seductive and act like a baby.

"Uh..." Ye Wanlu slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the picture frame that Sang Yintian was pressing with his right hand.After several minutes of deliberation, Ye Wanli stretched out his left hand, and patted Ye Siran's shoulder lightly. "Since you like him, then protect him well, be a responsible person, and don't lose face to our Ye family."

So, this counts as...agreeing that he and Sang Yintian be together? ?

Ye Siran kept blinking her eyes, and her shoulders trembled when she was patted.So much so that Ye Siran couldn't listen to what Sang Yintian said on stage at the end.

Ye Wanlu accepted that she was with Sang Yintian?Accepted?Really accepted?He couldn't help shaking his head a few more times, finally bit the corner of his lip, and opened his mouth very hard. "elder brother……"

"Yo, you kid actually call me brother now?" Ye Wanlu sneered and withdrew his hand, "I know what you want to ask."

"That……"

"Actually, I'm not a very harsh person. I don't mind if you like boys or girls, as long as that person can make you happy. If it's from your parents, just leave it to me." Ye Wanlu said.

At this moment, Ye Siran only realized later that it was not that he had been trapped in Ye Wanlu's shadow all this time, but that his elder brother whom he had been proud of since he was a child finally slowed down and waited for him to climb out by himself. that day.

The misunderstanding that has overflowed between them for so many years seems to be officially reconciled at this moment.

At the same time, the art lecture on the stage came to an end, and all the lights in the auditorium were turned on one by one.All the audience in the audience stood up, and the applause continued for a long time.

"Finally, I have something to say to every dream chaser in our conservatory." Sang Yintian on the stage also stood up, and under the bright light, he caught Ye Siran's face.He suddenly laughed, with such a relaxed smile, "Let your music be like a sharp knife, piercing directly into the heart of the city's hustle and bustle."

Ye Wanlu's expression remained calm, without much change, but like the thousands of audience members, he stood up and looked directly at Sang Yintian's face.Suddenly, he opened his mouth, "I suddenly know who the best candidate for the next two issues of "TOA Producer" is."

Ye Siran's smile froze on her face, she had just crawled out of a big pit, but she always felt as if she had fallen into a bigger trap again.

"Since the lecture is over, Katy and I are going to leave."

"Aren't you going to say hello to the old fox?" Ye Siran sniffed, watching Sang Yintian disappear into the background.

"Old what... old fox?" Probably referring to Sang Yintian.The corner of Ye Wanlu's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, he cleared his throat, "Let's not do it today, there will be more opportunities in the future. By the way, this weekend or next weekend, spare half a day and I'll treat you two to dinner .”

After speaking, Ye Wanlu disappeared into the side door of the auditorium together with Katy.

Ye Siran stood near the backstage for a long time, until Sang Yintian tiptoed over from behind, and then laughed and jumped on his back.

Ye Siran was startled, and subconsciously stretched her arms back, for fear that the person on her back would fall off. "Why don't you call me in advance, so you're not afraid of falling?"

"Don't be afraid, because you will definitely follow me, right. As long as that person is you, I will not be afraid." Sang Yintian buried her whole face in Ye Sizan's neckline, specially blended with a light cedar scent Getting into his nose, Sang Yintian took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes. "It smells so good."

"Uh..." Warm breath sprayed on Ye Siran's collarbone one after another, and soon, his neck also turned red.

"The lecture is over, can you buy me ice cream now?" Sang Yintian raised his eyebrows, his eyes became more ambiguous, and he didn't even care about the staff who were staring at them in the distance, "One is not enough , you have to buy two."

"I thought you'd forgotten about it a long time ago." With a helpless expression on her face, Ye Sizan gently dragged the person on her back up, clasping Sang Yintian's thigh tightly with both hands. "Is it really that hot? Isn't the air conditioner in the auditorium?"

"I don't care, I'm hot anyway. You promised me at noon, and you can't go back on it." Sang Yintian didn't look up, and pressed against Ye Siran's back with his eyes closed, looking a little tired.The first row of the auditorium was close to the air outlet of the air conditioner, so Ye Siran's back was still a little cold, but Sang Yintian showed a slightly comfortable smile, he patted Ye Siran's back lightly, and rubbed the tip of his nose against him the back of the neck. "Ye Siran, actually, what I want to say is - thank you."

"Thank me?" This word is really unfamiliar.

"Thank you for helping me prepare that painting."

"Flame Rose?" The people in the auditorium had almost left, Ye Sizan turned his face sideways, and the corner of his lips touched Sang Yintian's forehead inadvertently. "It's nothing else, I just don't like those boring people on the Internet spreading rumors about you for no reason, Sang Yintian, you have to learn to fight back."

Sang Yintian knew what Ye Siran was concerned about, he smiled and raised his face. "I'm really not very good at fighting back, but it's okay to replace me in some things. Little handsome guy, do you want to try next time?"

Ye Siran couldn't help laughing, and pinched Sang Yintian's thigh dishonestly with his right hand. "Where did you use all your previous ruthlessness?"

Unexpectedly, the man on the back suddenly strangled his neck with his arms, licking the rolling Adam's apple with the tip of his tongue.Ye Siran's whole body was trembling, and her neck was even redder. "you……"

"Bed."

"what."

"My ruthlessness is all on the bed." Sang Yintian half-closed one eye, "Ye Siran, next time I'll be on top, okay?"

"Do you still want to eat ice cream?" Ye Siran snickered, and rubbed Sang Yin with the back of his hand to add to the fine sweat on the tip of his nose.Then he took his hand again, and gently squeezed the pink knuckles. "Go, I'll take you to the supermarket."