After being teased by a half-breed brother

This watch is just a trivial matter to him, just like the white Mercedes-Benz car he gave away.

"..."

Nine years ago, on the streets of Paris, a poor boy who was about to give up his dream was striking the clock of the last day in front of the last monk.

But by coincidence, the evening wind in Paris was too strong that day, and passers-by squinted their eyes, wrapped their coats tightly, held each other's hands, and walked tremblingly in the windy Paris.It's really not a good time to draw pictures for passers-by.

But for Gore, who is about to give up his dream, it doesn't matter what kind of weather it is.

The sketch paper he had in hand was blown up one by one by the gust of wind. The young man stared blankly at the group of sketch paper flying around. It's as far away as possible, but when the papers flew around, he still felt reluctant, and he ran to chase the sketch papers that he dropped.

Until he didn't know where he ran, a kind passerby helped him pick up the last painting.

That was the first time he saw Liao Zefan.

At that time, the loss of collagen on Liao Zefan's face was not so obvious, it looked so fresh and sunny, but at that time there was already a heavy mountain on his heart.

After so many years, the loss of collagen on Liao Zefan's face became more and more obvious bit by bit, and the burden in his heart was gradually engraved on his face.

Gore remembered very clearly that at that time Liao Zefan brushed his half-length hair that was disheveled in the wind, rubbed his nose and tears in the strong wind, and asked him. "Did you draw this?"

Goyle looked at him and nodded.

Liao Zefan rubbed his nose, which was blown by the strong wind, and said with a heavy nasal voice, "The painting is very good."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Today, this young man is about to give up his dream. He is going to find an ordinary job to earn money to support his family. In this weather, he met a passerby who praised him greatly. Maybe he looked at this passerby's innocent appearance No pollution.

Gore told the passer-by all about his distress.

He took the painting in Liao Zefan's hand, and said, "Sir, it's useless to paint well, and this one can't support the family. My boyfriend broke up with me. My father is not in good health now. I need a A job that can support the family. So, for painting, today is my last day."

After speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave here.

Behind him, Liao Zefan's voice whizzed past his ears in the strong wind, "Do you speak Chinese?"

Gore turned his head and replied with a slight smile, "Yes, my father has one-half Chinese ancestry."

"You paint so well, it's too wrong to give up."

At this time, Liao Zefan walked towards him step by step, and took the painting in his hand, "You are still young, you still have dreams, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, you should not abandon your dreams, I bought this painting."

As he spoke, he took off the expensive Patek Philippe watch and handed it to the young man, leaving him with the warmest smile and encouragement in this storm, "I can't give up."

...Then, Gore watched the gentleman's back gradually disappear at the end of the road, and countless dazzling lights broke through the windy and sandy evening.

This is the "Paris at Sunset"

Lan Yangyan could understand the painting and saw the light of hope, but he never imagined that Paris, France was shrouded in a strong wind that day.

Mr. Lin Luo went through the story again, his mind was still in a mess, and he still couldn't find any way to get rid of it.

Zhao Qingyang and Gu Feng also understood at this moment why Mr. Gore was so enthusiastic towards Mr. Liao Zefan on the night of the party.

The development of the story of the two of them is not an accidental encounter, but inevitable.

If it wasn't for the party in New York that night, in the current capacity of Goyle, the two of them would meet sooner or later, it's just a matter of time.

Liao Zefan is also quite silent at this moment, but his brain circuit is a bit strange. He has been thinking hard, thinking hard, where is the painting he bought, and where he put it. I want to go, but I still don’t remember.

After Gore finished speaking, people around him lowered their heads thoughtfully, some were moved by Gore's waiting, some pushed themselves and others, and murmured in their hearts, "Everyone, why bother!" Compassionately murmured in his heart, "Stupid, they are all fools."

The entire room was completely silent, and the sound of oil dripping from the meat skin on the barbecue grill, as well as the crisp sound of Zhao Qingyang touching the Gore glass could be heard quietly.

For a while, Gu Feng looked forward to the photo of the watch nine years ago, sighed faintly, and looked at Gao Er, "Tell me, you... oh!"

Then he looked at Mr. Liao Zefan who knew painting very well.

He didn't believe that Liao Zefan still remembered this incident.

Liao Zefan never imagined that because of the encouragement at the beginning, he became a painter Gore, and what's more, he delayed his youth for nine years.

At this time, finally another piercing ringing of the phone broke the tense atmosphere.

It's Papa Gao.

When Gao Er answered the phone, his father let out a long and sharp roar, "Hurry up and come back to me, my daughter-in-law is pregnant, so I can't stay outside all the time."

……

Just when the atmosphere was here, everyone waved and said goodbye, and the party ended.

Along the way, Liao Zefan tried his best to recall whether such a scene happened on the streets of Paris nine years ago, racking his brains, he still couldn't remember it.

But what he can be sure of is that the painting he bought must have disappeared long ago.

He patted Gore beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still have that watch?"

Gore nodded, "I have been wearing it for the past two years, but once I accidentally dropped it and broke it a little bit. After I took it to repair it, I never dared to wear it. Now I put it on in my suitcase."

Liao Zefan said lightly, "...then let him keep it like this, don't take it out."

Then he suddenly felt inexplicable, and asked, "If there was no such thing, would you still fall in love with me?"

this……

Gore lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, nodded, and then said, "Since then, I have only been grateful to you. Maybe you didn't notice. We met many times in Paris, including this city. , I have been here countless times, and we have met on different occasions, including my previous art exhibition, and you have also been here."

At this time, Gore took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found a group photo, and said, "I think, after all, I gradually fell in love with you."

Maybe it's a kind of fate at work.

Gore has been to Liao's villa several times, and participated in his lavish parties. He also wanted to get close to him countless times, but when he took a step forward, he read the man laughing wantonly. The loneliness at the end, the soles of the feet seemed to be stuck by something, unable to take a step,

Gore was grateful to Liao Zefan, felt distressed, joyful, and sad... Thinking about it now, he himself doesn't know when it started, and he couldn't allow others to walk into his heart.

But Liao Zefan? ? ?

Since he took Gore's mobile phone, he has frowned tightly, recalling a certain day, when and where he participated in an art exhibition, a photo of him and Mr. Gore in the gallery, behind which is the "In the sunset "Paris", until Liao Zefan saw the official and polite smile on his face, and suddenly remembered that he had indeed been to the gallery. Because of Mr. Searle's invitation, he accompanied Mr. Searle. The gallery, then, seems to have taken a picture with the painter of the time...

This was the only thing Liao Zefan remembered that made him feel that he had such a relationship with Gore.

It made him happy.

Liao Zefan couldn't help asking, "Apart from this time, have we ever had such face-to-face communication?"

Goyle shook his head, "Only this time."

"Ok."

A pregnant woman said with a little disappointment, "I thought there were many times."

In the bottom of Liao Zefan's heart, the love that Gore gave him was heavy and precious, and he wanted to seek some psychological compensation.

It's a pity that there is only this official group photo as compensation.

"Now, I feel that I am far behind Mr. Zhao."

Gao Er looked at Liao Zefan, "I think, if there was no incident that night, Zhao would always be with him forever."

Speaking of Zhao Qingyang, Liao Zefan even sighed deeply, "Qingyang, that's also a stubborn one!" ~ The same stubbornness as you.

Women chasing men, separate layers of gauze, men chasing men, then what should be separated is a layer of window paper that can be broken.

Not to mention Zhao Qingyang's long confession.

Lin Luo smoked a dull cigarette all night, and at the moment of dawn, he finally mustered up the courage and picked up the phone, "Hello, Qingyang? I think I... no, we can try it. "

Zhao Qingyang covered his trembling mouth, so excited that he couldn't speak~~~

Lin Luo also felt the intermittent sobs at the other end of the words, and pretended to be light and continued to say, "I think, I want us to get along with each other, when the time comes, it's not appropriate to blow it, let's blow it."

"..."