Landing On My Heart

Although the rain stopped, the weather is still gloomy, inclusing the cold air of the moisture blowing. (Gree Party Novel Network)

This weather, even if you are sleepy, you don't want to go out.

When Fu Ming called , he listened to her voice clear, not like sleeping.

"Don't you sleep in the afternoon?"

"No, I went out at noon and I had a set of questions in the afternoon."

"..."

Fu Ming, I'm a generous: "You are still very powerful."

In the evening, I went out from the ghost door. I didn't sleep all night. In the morning, I could also read the book in the afternoon.

His girlfriend is really powerful.

"I have booked a meal at night, I can't eat it with you."

"Oh……"

"How do you sound disappointment, I really want to accompany you to eat?"

"When do you say that you can change this?"

"Ok?"

Yan Siwei looked at myself in the computer screen, touched the lips: "I have n'thing to do."

"it is good."

After the voice of "Dudu" sounded, he watched the computer again.

She didn't read the book, and I have searched two words in the online afternoon.

Whether it is a web or a Weibo, or a professional forum, and the content related to her is almost all oil painting, the award-related, very little about her private affairs.

Yan Siyi also checked the relevant information about the broker.

Wine incense is also afraid of the alley, not to mention most of the artists in the creation, often a closed door is a few months, and there is no extra time and energy to work for the sales, exhibitions of their own work, and plus most of the artists. Unfamiliar with business activities, it may make an artist who have great potential in itself, and some excellent works do not have to enter the visit.

So the art broker management team came into being.

After that, excellent art boutique should enter the art market for circulation, protection, and appreciation, and require professional brokers and institutions to operate.

And Baidu Encyclopedia has shown that the national high-yen, the art border is a wide range of people's resources, and the three silent painters have been seen before and after, and the art attainments are recognized.

However, in addition to this encyclopedia, there is almost no such information on the Internet.

Siwei combines the "Dong Yi" and "Guo Gao Yang" two strokes, and there are not many related content.

"Contemporary Oil Painting Artist Dong Yi and Jiangcheng Flotern Gallery Gaoyang Gao Yang" Talk about Oil Painting Art. "

"Jiangcheng Flotern Painted Gloria Gao Yang Tao Dong Yu: The big device is late, it is not too late."

It seems that it is all of these officials.

Guo Gao Yang is also a relatively low-key person. There is basically no matter what work related to work.

The webpage is placed in Section 8 pages, and the keyword adhesion has been lower and lower.

Finally, in the content of the smoke sea, she saw the news that Dong Yuhe and Zheng Taian married a few years ago.

At that time, Dong Yu has been famous, and the relevant reports are not much, but still exists.

One of the reports was forwarded by an oil painting information blogger.

"The mulling man is my boss, I have seen Mr. Dong, super beautiful hahaha."

Yan Siwei got into the home page of this person, and stopped updating Weibo two years ago, but the introduction is the "Jiangcheng Floating Gallery Professional Agent".

The interior installed access control has suddenly rang, and Yan Si is in the computer, and the slippers will go to the living room, and the news will be sent to Fu Ming.

[ ]: Your dinner is here!

I just sent it out, but I saw Dong Yu's face from the monitor screen.

People are under the unit floor, no coming.

"what happened?"

After the connection, I asked.

Dong Yu looked up and took a food box. "I still didn't fall asleep at last night, I thought about you."

Two people are looking through a small machine.

A careful one, and the other doesn't know what is thinking.

After a while, the communication device is interrupted by another dial.

The people who are really free.

"Hello, I am the servant of the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred, your dinner is here."

Yan Siyun opened the door, took the food box, looked back and looked back, and pressed the door button of the unit door.

"Go up."

She didn't close the door, took the food box directly to the dining room, and put it on the table.

Three dishes and one soup plus two bowls.

Fu Ming, is it a pig?

Just at this time, Fu Ming, called it.

"Go to sleep, don't do it."

"Oh."

Just at this time, the door came to the footsteps, and Yan Si didn't look back, saying: "No use of shoes."

"Do you have guests?"

"Well, my mother is coming."

The phone is silent, saying: "I hang up first, you have dinner."

Let go down the phone, Yan Sizhen is looking back, see Dong Yi, slowly walking in the food box, lifting his house.

Turning the head and saw a sumptuous meal on her desk, somewhat awkward.

She walked over, turned on the food box, is a soup.

"I think you should not sleep well, so stewed some soup."

Yan Si was holding chopsticks, halfway, licked the mouth, said: "You are sitting."

Dong Yen, I was sitting down, pushing the soup to Yan Si.

"This is a pigeon soup, your aunt's big clear, fresh pigeons, you can pick it up."

She stretched her hand, rude back, the fingertip is a trace of crack.

This is a professional disease that is touched by a pigment, and what career can't be saved.

See Yisi, put down the chopsticks, Dong Hui immediately handed her a spoon.

"You taste?"

Yan Si is not connected, and the bowl in front is opened.

"I have something to ask you, and then say it later."

Dong Zhai recovered a spoon, "You ask."

"What is the relationship with the boss of the floating gallery?"

"what?"

Dong Xie stunned, "Are you saying the country Gao Yang?"

"He is my agent, what happened?"

Yan Sizhen said: "I said it straight. When I was young, I often cut it home from the trail behind Nanxi Lane, you should not know?"

"Nanxi Lane" three words are too far away, suddenly lifting, there is a feeling of feeling.

Dong Yu looked at her, "I don't know."

"Well, I will know that you don't know at all."

Yan Si also researched the chopsticks, but did not eat, but just hit it in his hand. I remember that there is a big black scorpion in his room, is your broker? "

"he!"

Dong Yu's mind is not stupid, and there is a natural sensitivity in this kind of thing, and she knows what it means to ask her.

Her face is red, "he has a wife and children, in the UK, do you think more?"

I didn't wait until I was so angry, "I also said that you said that you said in the hospital that day. It turned out to be like this. What do you want ?!"

"Don't worry."

Yan Sizhen was said to be brain pain, "I don't think about you?"

"Why do you ask me now? How many years, it's almost ten years! You will come to ask me now, so you have never want to see me because of this? I really don't know what to say, you will not - "

Yan Sizhen suddenly got up and walked into the kitchen.

Dong Wei also followed, "You talk!"

"Water first."

She took the water of Yan Si, closed his eyes, and took a long time to spend a long time.

"Okay, I said with you."

She put down the cup and turned out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.

"I have a good experience in an artistic public welfare event. I have a student to participate in the event."

"He wants to sign with me, but I have been hesitating. If you see it, I will return to my home. It is insisted, and I don't want your father to know that I have contacted my broker, so I have been closed."

"As for the gift, he just wants to express sincerity."

Ok.

Yan Si said that he can't come up with this feeling.

She took ten years, who did not say, and someone has never understood why she can't accept her parents divorce.

She thinks, no matter how much she is angry, this kind of reputation is her last color of Dongjie.

So a person silently carries the retraining in my heart.

As a result, it was really just her own expectations.

Like a fool.

See Yan Si, Dong Wei asked: "Why are you asking me now?"

"How do you ask me?"

Yan Sizhen said, "I didn't be 14 years old, I asked exported?"

This kind of thing is that it is more than her understanding of

Until a year, her parents were divorced, she understood what the reaction was at the time.

In the next few years, Dong Yi went to all places, it seems particularly busy look, occasionally one or two times a year or oriented to find her, nor to go home, just waiting at the school door.

It seems that I hate the same.

At that time, from her dressed up, Yan Si can feel that she is getting better and better, but her father's body is getting worse.

The class teacher becomes a single language teacher.

Later, the class is getting less and fewer, and the conditions in the family have naturally declined.

Two contrasts seem to put adults also placed in the opposite situation.

At the beginning, Dong Hui and Yan Si's father can still maintain a few words in the face of the surface.

Later, I didn't even say it.

"Well." Dong Zhao started his hand, indicating that this topic is over, but it is red. "You have misunderstood me because of this thing, I really ... it is too uncomfortable ..."

She actually went to the table, gotting the soup, rubbing her eyes, said: "You eat something first."

Yan Si is still sitting next to the sofa, can not take it out from emotions, and don't want to eat.

She is very helpless, I don't know what to say.

The two sit still quietly.

I can't feel warm in the living room.

In front of the food, the hot gas of the food is gradually cold, and Dong Yu is in the heart, and he said: "Yan Wei, the New Year makes me accompany you, ok?"

Twelve years, the two did not have to stay in New Year's Eve, let go of fireworks, have a meal.

It's a little bit, I'm thinking in her gentle soaking.

"This is what I misunderstood, I apologize to you."

She suddenly lifted it, "But you abandon me when I was 14 years old, this is true. I have a total of four years to see me five times, and my dad knows you get married. At the time, the mood is not good to walk out a car accident. This is true. You don't know how I grow up after 14 years old. When you are not missing, let me go with you with your happy New Year? "