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He is Sang Yintian who never bows his head.

It was already past 01:30 in the morning when I got home after sending off Xiaohan.Sang Yintian parked the car, helped Ye Siran unfasten his seat belt, and walked towards the elevator with his arms around him.

Ye Siran was half sober, his eyes blurred, and he glanced around the underground parking lot weakly.His back was stiff and his pupils trembled slightly.Sang Yintian was too familiar with this posture, it was Ye Siran's subconscious self-protection.

"This is the underground garage of the community. I didn't leave here when I brought you here last time." Sang Yintian pressed the elevator, turned his head and chuckled, "How do you feel now? Are you still dizzy?"

It wasn't until he finally stared at Sang Yintian's side face that Ye Siran's panic all over his body gradually dissipated.

"Well... much better."

"Ding..." The elevator door opened, and the warm light inside squeezed out from the small space.

"Let's go." Sang Yintian gently tugged Ye Siran's sleeve.

Wait, what did he just say?let's gowhere to goSang Yintian gasped, and he was even a little surprised why he said such natural and easy words.Ye Siran is awake now, he is fully capable of taking a taxi back to his home by himself.No matter how bad it is, Sang Yintian can also choose to send him home.

Instead of being like now, when Ye Siran was already sober, he still insisted on taking her back home.

"Ahem... Well, you just slept for too long, we didn't know where your home is, so we decided to bring you back without authorization. You also know that Xiaohan is a girl, so it's not convenient. So I..."

What is he talking about.

Sang Yintian felt that the excuse he made was terrible.Before meeting Ye Siran, Sang Yintian did whatever he wanted, lived a chic life, and never cared about the outside world's doubts and criticisms.Sang Yintian can easily get rid of people he can't get along with or things he dislikes at a glance, and pull away immediately.

But now... Sang Yintian became the one who wanted to post it.

"Thank you." Ye Siran didn't think much about it, or in other words, the sequelae caused by the communication barrier made Ye Siran not capable of thinking.He stood up straight and entered the elevator, then looked at Sang Yintian who was standing motionless at the elevator entrance, and opened his mouth, "Why don't you come in?"

"No...I've been driving for a long time, and I'm a little tired."

Sang Yintian opened the fingerprint lock and kicked off his shoes indiscriminately.The living room was cleaned by the cleaning aunt, the corgi pillow on the sofa stood in the cracks, and Ye Siran, who was rushing to the entrance, stared wide-eyed.

Somewhat funny.

Ye Siran blinked, changed her slippers and walked over.This is his second time here, and it feels a little familiar.

"This corgi pillow is so soft and cute." After speaking, Ye Sizan closed her eyes and buried her face in it.

"Hey, get up off my couch."

"Uh..." Ye Siran squeezed the pillow and stood up immediately, and smiled at Sang Yintian with an embarrassed face, ready to apologize.

Sang Yintian still blocked all his apologies, he frowned, snatched the pillow from Ye Siran, and threw it elsewhere.

"You haven't taken a shower yet, you smell of alcohol all over your body, you're so dirty."

Sang Yintian has never met a boy taller than him. Before, he always looked down at others, but when it came to Ye Siran, he would look up a little.Sang Yintian felt a little strange and turned his head away.He went out onto the living room balcony and closed the shutters.

"Go to the bathroom on the second floor. Go upstairs and turn right." Sang Yintian pursed his lips and threw his mobile phone on the carpet. "I don't know what brand of shampoo and body wash you use. If If you are not used to it, I will ask someone to buy it again."

"Ah? Ah. Don't bother..." Ye Siran stood at the top of the stairs with an obedient expression, "I won't pick."

Sang Yintian felt that he didn't need to ask, so he didn't speak any more, he slumped down on the carpet and charged his mobile phone.

Several WeChat messages popped up in the notification bar, which were sent by Xiaohan 30 minutes ago.It's just that Sang Yintian's phone is out of battery, so I just saw it now.

[Xiaohan: Are you home yet? 】

[Xiaohan: Remember to read this invitation letter.Take a good look at the lower right corner! 】

[Xiaohan: The other party shared a picture with you. 】

"Invitation letter? What invitation letter?" Sang Yintian leaned on the sofa, closed one eye and clicked on the picture.

The graphics and text in the invitation letter are simple in style and fresh in color.

[Sincerely invite Mr. Sang Yintian to come to the "MilkyWay" Art Magazine Xicheng Exhibition, please reply]

The English next to the Chinese is written in the Arial script commonly used abroad, which is clear and clear without any sloppiness.There is a distinctive, blue and white logo in the lower right corner of the invitation.

Sang Yintian knew that this was the exclusive logo of the famous foreign art magazine "MilkyWay".And in their circle, no one would be unaware of the status of Milky Way.Before Sang Yintian graduated from the Academy of Art in Rome, he would ask someone to buy a few copies every week.

The general content of the invitation letter is that the editor-in-chief of MilkyWay accidentally saw Sang Yintian's latest painting collection "No Snow" on the Internet. She admired Sang Yintian's talent very much and was attracted by this boy's unique painting skills.She is very happy, in this art gallery that has been passed down for thousands of years, she has finally dug up a treasure with her own hands.

Treasures have their own value and should not be buried in the ordinary.

She wanted this man to use his own way to draw a set of title page illustrations for the magazine's illustrated issue that will be released globally next month.Even the theme of the illustration is written in the invitation letter - "Infinite Creation".

In addition, she even made an offer that no one could refuse.

"200 million..." Sang Yintian put down his phone, and slightly raised his head towards the stairs, "It's really tempting."

Little did they know that Ye Siran had already finished taking a shower, and she was wearing a snow-white bathrobe loosely on her body.He was holding onto the handrail of the stairs with one hand, while rubbing his half-dried bangs with the other hand.

"Attractive?" Ye Siran stopped and turned her head away.In Nuoda's room, there was no one else except him and Sang Yintian.

Ye Siran said in a low voice: "Are you... talking about me?"

"Fuck, shit!" This misunderstanding is too big.

Sang Yintian sat up straight in an instant, his eyes drifted to other places indiscriminately.The lower corner of the eye was a little hot, and he pressed it lightly with the back of his hand.

"When did you come down?"

"Well... I'll come down after washing." Ye Sizan went down the stairs and sat on the other side of the sofa. "Also, your shampoo...smells really good."

"Ah?" Sang Yintian blinked, and finally smiled perfunctorily, "Is it... someone else gave it."

To be precise, someone else should have left him at home on purpose, but it's been a while, and Sang Yintian can't quite remember that person's face.But for some reason, Sang Yintian just wanted to tease Ye Siran and see how he would react.Sang Yintian had never touched all the things in the bathroom on the second floor. After hearing Ye Sizan's words, he noticed that the smell of this shampoo was indeed a bit different from the ones he used.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Sang Yintian always feels that the smell of this shampoo is somewhat similar to some brand perfumes. The top note is cardamom, and the middle note is more floral, with roses and orris.

But when it comes to the bottom notes, it is a bit ambiguous, like amber mixed with cedar, and it seems like mixed with musk.

What he smelled from Ye Sizan now happened to be this sexy base note.

"Uh..." Soon, these smells mixed together, tightly wrapping the two people sitting on the sofa.

Ye Siran's face was burning badly, and finally she couldn't help standing up by the window. "That...is the smell too strong, why don't you open the window."

"Well, but turn it down a bit, it's windy at night, don't catch a cold." Sang Yintian looked away, played with the phone and finally clicked on the invitation letter sent by Xiaohan again.

"Infinite creation..." Sang Yintian didn't have any clue.

Time passed by, and it was past three o'clock in the morning, but neither of them was sleepy at all.In order to ease the embarrassment, Sang Yintian turned on the projector in the living room, found a random love movie and showed it to Ye Siran.

He himself was wrapped in a blanket, rubbing the space between his brows with his fingertips.

"Infinite Creation..."

"What is this?" Ye Siran suddenly opened his mouth, "You have been reading all night."

"Really?" Sang Yintian's mood did not fluctuate.

"Things that can keep you talking all night...should be a problem."

Sang Yintian couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and said to himself that the biggest trouble was less than two meters away from him.

Sang Yintian raised his hands and stretched, the blanket slid from his white and smooth arms to his waist, revealing a sexy mermaid line.Ye Siran bit the corner of her mouth, turned her head and continued to stare at the projection on the wall.

"It's okay if you don't want to say it..."

"Hey, look at this." Sang Yintian unlocked the phone, opened the invitation letter and handed it directly to Ye Siran.

"I... I can't read English."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian rubbed his face and put down his phone.Ye Sizan is not an insider. He doesn't know what is the highest palace of art, what is "Milky Way", and maybe even what is an art magazine.Sang Yintian coughed lightly, and explained to him, "In layman's terms, there is a magazine now, and I am asked to draw some illustrations for them, and the theme is "Infinite Creation". "

After finishing speaking, Sang Yintian couldn't help adding, "Do you understand now?"

Ye Siran seemed to understand, but nodded, then shook his head again.

This appearance made Sang Yintian laugh. He reached out and rubbed Ye Siran's hair vigorously, as if treating a pet that had been with him for many years. "Ye Siran, why are you so stupid..."

"Uh..." Ye Sizan was stunned for a moment, "Then have you figured out how to draw..."

"No." Sang Yintian smiled and sighed weakly. "This theme feels too empty, as if something that doesn't exist at all must be displayed in front of everyone."

Sang Yintian was complaining, throwing his helplessness at this moment on Ye Siran who couldn't share everything for him.But he shouldn't be like this.

"Infinite creation...is it so complicated? It sounds like something that doesn't exist at all." Ye Siran said, "Isn't it better to be real?"

"As expected of MilkyWay, even the theme of an illustration is so avant-garde..." Sang Yintian's voice was muffled, he stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, closed his eyes and leaned against Ye Siran's body.

As expected of MilkyWay, but he is Sang Yintian who never bows his head.

"I'm very tired, lend me your shoulder for a while." Sang Yintian slowly closed his eyes, "Just for a while..."

In Western culture, the savior, like the creator, is a confrontation with human power.They are gods in legends and have countless followers.But in the East, this power belongs only to humans themselves.

In "Kao Gong Ji", there is "the knower creates things", which shows that the creator is a human being, with perfect character and the highest wisdom.They are the wise men of mankind and the gods in their hearts.And "infinite creation" is not to show something that does not exist, but to use a drop of water, a flower, a river or lake, or even a speck of dust.

They are the most amazing existence in themselves.

"Wouldn't it be better to be real..." Subconsciously, what Ye Siran said just now was played backwards in his mind.

reality?Reality... yes, realness is creation.

Sang Yintian opened his eyes suddenly.

The progress of the movie on the projection screen is over half at this moment, but the sound is much lowered by Ye Siran.

"Ye Siran! I seem to know what I should draw!"

Sang Yintian was a little excited, and took out the sketchbook from the drawer under the coffee table.

"Here's your pen..."

Ye Siran took a pencil from the table and handed it over.

Sang Yintian was smiling, and his right wrist was shaking quickly.Soon, on the white paper of the sketchbook, a prototype of a right hand appeared.

Long and slender, with round and smooth nails, like a woman's hands.But she has lost her natural bonyness, and Sang Yintian's pen is soft, weak, and even a little trembling at each knuckle, with a thick double image.

The background is the black and white piano keys painted by Sang Yintian. The color is a little monotonous, but it has established a very delicate relationship with this hand.

The hands in the painting are very unsuitable for playing the piano, but the owner of these hands has not given up, and his fingertips are still tightly attached to the keys, fighting against the injustice of the world to her and the public opinion of those people.

【Looking directly at these hands, have you ever felt guilty. 】

Ye Siran just glanced at it, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

I don't know how long it took before Sang Yintian raised his notebook with excitement, and subconsciously leaned on Ye Siran's shoulder.

"This painting is called "Piano Fingers."

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