He's super cute

Finally, the final stage came, and a large number of melon-eating viewers flooded into the live broadcast room of the lovers in the painting.

The popularity rose rapidly, and within a short period of time, there were already tens of 10 people, and it was firmly listed as the number one hot search.

[The two finally met,]

【Wuhu, I have been looking forward to it for a long time】

【This is the contest between the main room and the mistress(?)】

[Tsk tsk, I already faintly feel sparks]

[Speaking of where does Jiang Yuqing have such a face that he dares to provoke him directly]

[Damn, I really fell for Mr. Jiang and Cheng Yu's CP back then, and it turns out that men don't have a good thing]

[Does Jiang Yuqing know how to paint... the Excellence Contest is a layman at first glance]

【Don't be ashamed here】

【Ready to record screen】

【Expect Reversal】

[Did none of you really notice that Jiang Yuqing seems to be very familiar with this manor? 】

...... "Mr. Jiang?" A staff member asked from outside the door, "Are you ready? It's time for you to appear."

"All right."

What responded to him was a slightly hoarse voice.

"Young master..." The assistant looked at Jiang Yuqing who was arranging his clothes in the mirror with concern, "Why don't we pause the show..." The delicate cheeks of the young man in the mirror showed a moving With a charming look, the dark eyes reflect the charming broken light of the stars, and a drop of water is dotted on the tip of the pale and delicate nose.

It seems as if it will fall apart at the slightest touch, but it wants to be banned under the body and play with it wantonly.

"I can still hold on." Jiang Yuqing shook his head lightly, and buttoned the last button. He lowered his long eyelashes slightly to hide his expression, "Let's go."

He soaked in cold water for more than half an hour, and the medicinal properties were almost suppressed.

enough.

It is enough to deal with Cheng Yu.

Jiang Yuqing quietly wiped off the sweat from her temple hair, and pushed open the door of the study.

Cheng Yu had been sitting there waiting for a while, boredly studying the texture of the teacup. Seeing him coming, he smiled slightly, "Has Mr. Jiang rested?"

His words seemed to be concerned, and the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly turned around.

[What kind of quality is this... Throw Cheng Yu here, and you are sleeping? 】

[Playing big names? 】

[Cheng Yu has to say good manners]

[Don't be afraid to confront Cheng Yu, delay the time]

[Is Jiang always blind? This Jiang Yu has a good-looking face. How can he compare to Cheng Yu?]

[Possibly trying to supplement knowledge? ? 】

[Why does he seem to have changed clothes? 】

[Yeah, the photo posted on the official blog just now is obviously not this one]

[It's interesting, you carefully observe Jiang Yuqing's ears and neck, are they a little pink]

【I noticed that too! !To tell you the truth, I am hard]

【So he just... did bed exercises? 】

[The investor of this variety show is the Jiang family... I seem to understand something]

[Both surnamed Jiang are played by him in the palm of his hand?My darling, what kind of lewd and vicious goblin character is this?]

【But Jiang Yuqing is also surnamed Jiang, let's just say is there a possibility...】

"Can we start?" Jiang Yuqing was too lazy to talk nonsense with Cheng Yu, and turned to ask the director directly.

The scorching heat shot up to his lower abdomen, burning his whole body into confusion, he pinched his hand hard, his eyes were watery and foggy.

It's like a soft little animal.

"It's started." The director coughed lightly, and looked away with difficulty, "I can tell you about your thoughts and the evidence you have collected."

"Until now no one has said the right answer."

"Which of you two will come first?"

Cheng Yu glanced at Jiang Yuqing, took a step forward, and said unhurriedly, "I'll come first."

His tone was extremely slow, as if deliberately delaying time.

"I just entered the studio of the master's family. Obviously, the adults in this family love children very much. The paintings of the artist from childhood to adulthood are neatly listed." Cheng Yu rubbed his chin and pondered, "When he was 14 years old, he stopped. gone."

"So I guess maybe he left here after he was 14."

"This painter's use of bold and bright colors perfectly combines the differences between China and the West. There is a feeling of doing whatever one wants, and the lines are very expressive..." Cheng Yu smiled shyly at the camera, "Indeed It's kind of like my painting style."

"It's impossible for this painter to be unknown." He paused, "If we meet him, I think we will have a lot to talk about."

"Mr. Cheng, you don't have to be modest..." Cheng Yu raised his eyes to meet Shang Jiang Yuqing's eyes, which were as dark as a deep pool.

"He has had many works..." Jiang Yuqing smiled, turned his head to look at Cheng Yu, his eyes were deep, "but the painting he is most unforgettable is also the painting that is most known to the public... .." "It's a painting of a monkey fishing for the moon."

"Is Mr. Cheng very familiar with it?"

The bullet screen was silent for a moment, and then densely packed almost covered the screen.

[? ? ?What is he saying? 】

【That painting is the white moonlight in my heart woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo】

【Jiang Yuqing's touch with porcelain is outrageous】

[Who doesn't know that the painting is the work of Jade God, could it be that Jade God belongs to this house? 】

【What happened to Jiang Yuqing?I care so much about that painting]

[Is he plagiarized by inner Cheng Yu? 】

Cheng Yu blinked a few times in a panic, staggering Jiang Yuqing's gaze, "This joke is not funny, I know you like that painting very much, but I have already said that you were in a bad state during that time, and you saw it with your own eyes. I finished it, so..." "So you are in a trance?" Jiang Yuqing stood calmly with his hands down, his eyes were full of meaning, and there were no ripples in his black and cold pupils, "Okay, then let me ask you a question. A very simple question..." "There is a person's name hidden in that painting..." He restrained his smile, "Do you know where it is?"

"Name?" Cheng Yu's face froze, his thoughts went blank, and he tried hard to recall the painting, but after three years, he couldn't remember it.

"I...I, I drew that painting a long time ago." His eyelids trembled slightly, and he was not confident, "It's normal that I don't remember."

"You should remember what that name is, right?" Jiang Yuqing raised his eyebrows with an easy-to-talk appearance.

"When...Of course..." Cheng Yu swallowed hard, "Naturally it's Jiang Yan's name."

Jiang Yuqing's eyes were extremely gentle, but there was a hint of chill, "Are you sure?"

"Otherwise?" Cheng Yu tried his best to calm down, and his tone was gentle, "Who else will have my husband's name."

What else can Yu Xiaoque's love brain write about besides Jiang Yan.

He felt confident, and his body was slightly straight.

"It's a pity..." Jiang Yuqing's pupils shimmered, and he looked a little darker than before, "That painting didn't leave any traces."

"The painter never liked leaving such traces in his paintings."

Cheng Yu gritted his back molars lightly, his face was very hot, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was thinking about how to get back.

[If it's not a guilty conscience, why is Cheng Yu so flustered]

[Don't you know if you left your name or not? 】

[Cheng Yu's reaction... am I going to face the collapse of the house?]

[But maybe Cheng Yu really forgot?There is no name in the painting at all]

【That's what I said, but Cheng Yu seems to be very guilty...】

"It's been too long... I really don't remember." Cheng Yu shook his head, eyes drooping, shoulders trembling slightly, "I know you hate me, but this is my painstaking effort, you shouldn't take it This insults me."

"You can conclude that I didn't draw this just because of a non-existent thing..." "Then I'll show you something else." Jiang Yuqing nodded kindly, supported the table and sat down slowly, and took the painting from the assistant's hand. I read a picture book, "Mr. Cheng really doesn't cry when he sees the coffin."

The picture book is a simple sketch, which outlines a little monkey falling from a ladder with a little moon in a few strokes, which may be different from the entries.

The abyss under the little monkey's feet turned into soft cotton candy.

So, the little monkey just hugged the moon and fell into the cotton pile.

No matter how hard the little monkey works, maybe he can catch the moon.

But the style is very similar, and one can tell at a glance that it was made by the same person as the monkey fishing for the moon.

Just a change of heart.

In the past, the little monkey hugged the moon and fell into the sweet cotton candy. Only later did he realize that there was an abyss under his feet.

Monkeys can't catch the moon.

"What does this mean?" Cheng Yu squeezed the picture book, fingers vigorously, "It's just a sketch of someone who doesn't know when."

"I found this from the owner's room of the manor." Jiang Yuqing propped his forehead, seemingly exhausted, "Every painting has its original intention and metaphor, and it is the author's painstaking efforts and emotions that endow them with soul."

"Since you said it was your work..." He whispered in a low voice, "What was your original intention?"

Cheng Yu was stopped for a moment.

He is not the author himself, so naturally he cannot appreciate the strong emotions in the painting.

He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down over and over again.

After delaying for a while, he saw Jiang Yuqing drink what he ordered with his own eyes, and he couldn't hold on for much longer.

Soon he will shamelessly flatter other men in front of the camera and be broadcast live on the spot.

At that time, the spearhead will be pointed at Jiang Yuqing, and the word "slutty" will be completely branded on him.

"You have too close a relationship with Mr. Jiang, and the investor is Jiang's..." Cheng Yu quickly regained his senses and stopped being entangled in paintings. He said in a deep voice, "I have a clear conscience."

These words made it clear that there was a shady scene in the connotation program group, and that Jiang Yuqing had an improper relationship with the investor.

"I just want to draw well, but if someone wants to step on my head and become famous, I'm not a soft persimmon."

"At worst, I can draw a picture on the spot for myself."

Jiang Yuqing couldn't help laughing when he looked at his aggrieved yet pretendingly strong face, "Who can copy?"