Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 245 Agree
Qi Yue was already drenched, and Song Yan was also drenched in the rain. His hair, shoulders, and trousers were also wet, and his clothes were sticking to his body, making him very uncomfortable.

"Why are you here? Why didn't you answer the call just now?"

Qi Yue didn't care about her wet hair and clothes, she just wiped the water off her face and asked Song Yan.

"Come to pick you up." Song Yan said in a weng voice, and took his coat from the back seat to cover Qi Yue.

Song Yan turned on the car heater, and soon the car was warmed up, and Qi Yue didn't feel cold anymore.

Song Yan never said why he didn't answer the phone, and didn't just find a reason to prevaricate it, but just looked at Qi Yue who was drenched in water with a frown.

"Is it worth it?" Song Yan asked her suddenly.

Qi Yue was taken aback: "Huh? What?"

Song Yan looked at her angrily: "I ask you, is it worth it for you to spoil yourself like this for a dead person?"

Qi Yue's eyes widened. For a long time, she bit her lower lip and said, "What do you mean?"

Song Yan broke her shoulder: "Seeing that you are in a bad mood, I thought it was Qi Huan who bullied you again. After I sent you back, I asked Qi Huan, and Qi Huan said that she just chatted with you about my little uncle, you His countenance changed."

"Qi Yue, it's been a year. It's been a year since my little uncle passed away. I treat you so well, why can't you forget him?"

Qi Yue was silent for a while, and after a few seconds, she compromised: "I can't forget him, I just don't like her comparing Cheng Zhen with Song Zhaoyan."

"Then why are you here now?"

Qi Yue looked into Song Yan's eyes and saw his entanglement and pain. She knew that now she should reassure Song Yan and let Song Yan know that he was also the one who was firmly chosen.

She said: "Believe it or not, I'm not here today to look at those paintings. I'm here to sort out the paintings to be exhibited in the exhibition. When I say I love you, I love you. You can rest assured about that."

"So that's why you refused to answer my call, Song Yan?" Qi Yue asked.

Song Yan acquiesced.

Qi Yue was amused by his stupidity: "Why are you so stupid, the little uncle is gone, but you are still there, don't compare yourself with the little uncle in the future, Song Yan, I love you."

Song Yan looked at her hesitantly, as if asking if she was real, after watching for a while, he nodded lightly, and said, "Okay, I believe you."

Qi Yue raised her hand and pinched his face: "Go home quickly, I'm hungry, this clothes are wet and uncomfortable to wear."

Song Yan glanced at her subconsciously, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Song Yan drove the car very fast. He couldn't see clearly in rainy weather, so he was prone to car accidents. He still drove so fast, Qi Yue was a little worried, and said: "Song Yan, drive slowly, I feel a little uncomfortable, although There are no cars in the suburbs, what if there are some small animals?"

Song Yan didn't speak but drove the car at full speed, turned his head and glanced at Qi Yue's hair.

It was very hot in the car, Qi Yue's hair was almost dried out, and her clothes were not sticky anymore. Song Yan drove so fast just now, and she felt that her clothes were wet.

After returning home, while Qi Yue was changing clothes, Song Yan had already prepared bath water for her in the bathroom.

Song Yan was very coaxing, and after Qi Yue explained it clearly, he completely turned the matter over, he would not mention it to Qi Yue or ask her, and pretended nothing happened, being cautious and humble.

On the day of Song Zhaoyan's death, Qi Yue accompanied Song Yan to the old house to see Mr. Song.

In September, the autumn rain continued, and it started to fall after [-] o'clock in the morning. When the group of them went to Victoria Hill to visit the grave, the rain didn't stop, which was very similar to the scene on the day of the burial.

The raindrops wet the photo of Song Zhaoyan's tombstone, and when the water trickled down, it seemed that Song Zhaoyan was crying.

Looking at this photo, Qi Yue felt mixed feelings in her heart, one year has passed too fast, before she realized that someone had already left her for a year.

After going down the mountain, Song Yan took her to stay in the old house for dinner. When he was about to go back, Mr. Song suddenly said that he wanted to have a few words with Qi Yue alone. After Qi Yue agreed, he called her to the study.

Qi Yue followed in confusion, and saw all the paintings left by Song Zhaoyan in the study.

"I heard that you are going to hold an art exhibition recently?" Mr. Song asked her while sitting on the grand master's chair in the study.

Qi Yue nodded when she heard the words: "Well, it's not an art exhibition, it's just an ordinary art exhibition, and it's on Friday this week."

Mr. Song sighed slightly, and turned his attention to the paintings left by Song Zhaoyan: "Xiaoyan has already told me that you want to exhibit his little uncle's paintings, Yueyue, I have been thinking about it for a few days, old man, and I agree with you Put these words on display, but I have one condition."

Qi Yue didn't expect that Mr. Song would agree, so she hurriedly asked what conditions, for fear that Mr. Song would go back on his word.

Mr. Song looked at the paintings all over the wall, and said, "Yueyue, this exhibition is held in the name of Zhao Yan, do you agree? Zhao Yan is very interested in painting, and his painting skills are not bad. If it wasn't for me No, he should be a well-known painter by now, I can't understand the level of his words, and I don't want his paintings to be displayed as a foil for your exhibition."

"It's been a year since Zhaoyan left, and my old man is dying now. I haven't dared to look at these things since he left them to me. Every time I see them, I feel that this is his punishment for my opposition to him. "

"Originally, I did not agree with you to exhibit his paintings. After all, he is gone now, but if you think about it carefully, this was his biggest thought when he was alive. I didn't let him complete it at the beginning, but now it is considered a painting. Give this old man some comfort."

Qi Yue listened carefully to Mr. Song's words, and didn't know how to comfort him. Hearing Mr. Song's meaning, Song Zhaoyan had the idea of ​​being famous at the beginning, but Mr. Song disagreed, so he really made one in college with peace of mind. Teacher, will this be his biggest regret?
After a moment of silence, Qi Yue said: "Grandpa, I agree to your request. I will hold this art exhibition in the name of my little uncle."

"Okay, Yueyue, grandpa thank you on Zhaoyan's behalf."

Qi Yue shook her head: "Grandpa, this is what I should do."

After discussing with the old man about the time to move the painting, Qi Yue came out of the study, and Song Yan was waiting for her outside, sitting peacefully on the chair over there, his figure was thin but not thin, but very lonely.

Qi Yue walked over lightly, Song Yan still heard her coming, turned to look at her, and asked, "What did grandpa tell you?"

Qi Yue walked over and grabbed his hand and pulled him up: "Go home first, I'll tell you slowly."

Song Yan stood up with her strength and went out with her.

"Grandpa told me that he agreed to exhibit the teacher's paintings. I plan to find someone to remove those paintings tomorrow. Song Yan, I have no other intentions. I just think that the teacher was also a very good painter before his death, but he I have spent my whole life in college, probably everyone is not reconciled."

(End of this chapter)