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

Chapter 6 Yu Yao
The next step is to prepare the congratulatory gift. I have met Grandpa Song Yan a few times before, and Mr. Song likes her quite a lot. It is very necessary to prepare carefully for the birthday gift. I must not disappoint the old man's kindness.

She told Yuxi that Song Yan was going to take her to celebrate the old man's birthday, and asked her what kind of gift she should give. Yuxi directly brought a portrait of 2.58m long and 26.5cm wide the next day. On the top is a pair of dead wood breaking out of the strange rock, and next to it is a calligraphic inscription.

Qi Yue admired the vigorous vitality shown in this painting, and asked her casually, "Where did you get it?"

Yu Xi smiled triumphantly: "I got it from my old man's collection.

This is a picture of a famous artist in the Northern Song Dynasty, you must have some face if you send it out. "

"Famous artists in the Northern Song Dynasty? I haven't seen many paintings in this style."

Yu Xi patted the framed picture lightly, and said: "I heard that this is the painting of that famous artist after he was demoted, so he can't be demoted for the rest of his life, right?

Even the trough period is only a few years. Maybe in those few years, I only thought about research and food, and I made few paintings. "

Qi Yue was amused by her: "Northern Song Dynasty things are not cheap, is your old man willing to give them to you?"

Yuxi: "That is, who made him love me."

"Okay, how much?"

"I didn't say it. Since you can give it to me generously, it shouldn't be expensive. Grandpa Song Yan also likes to collect ancient paintings and calligraphy works. This is more than enough for you to give."

Qi Yue looked at the painting closely, and said: "I remember that a few years ago there was a Northern Song Dynasty painting that was auctioned for more than [-] million. It was called wood or stone. I think this painting looks quite similar.

Yuxi, to be honest, where did this painting come from? "

Yu Xi looked down at the painting again: "My old man really gave it to me, and he gave me this if I asked for it. It shouldn't be, it's more than [-] million, the old man is absolutely reluctant."

Qi Yue stroked her chin, doubtful.

"What are you worried about? Even if you give money, it will be given by Song Yan, so you can just give it in your name.

Qi Yue, I'm here for you, you have to remember my kindness. "

If this is really a painting by that famous artist, more than [-] million yuan is somewhat extravagant for a friend.

Qi Yue said: "You give me a direction, and I can choose things.

No matter whether this painting was bought at that auction or not, it is still precious, Yuxi, listen to me, you take it back and return it to your old man, I will accept your wishes, I will visit after I am busy during this time old man. "

Things that have been handed down for nearly 1000 years in the Northern Song Dynasty, as long as they have history and ancient characters, Qi Yue can't afford to sell them.

"Don't, Qi Yue, you can take it. It will be genuine and Grandpa Song Yan likes it, so just ask Song Yan to pay me back."

"Then you are transferring?"

"you can say it this way."

Qi Yue took a picture and sent it to Song Yan, and then said: "Why don't you stay here first, and see what Song Yan thinks when he comes back."

"Row."

Qi Yue looked at Yuxi, not knowing how to thank her.

There are people in this world who will think about her, miss her well, and are willing to do something for her.

As they say, no one is a single speck of dust, everyone is made up of thousands of particles, some will be attracted to you, and some will repel you.

Yu Xi said with a smile: "Don't look at me with such eyes, as if you want to make a promise with your body."

Qi Yue smiled "puchi": "If you want it, I have no problem, anyway, sooner or later no one will want me."

Yu Xi: "Come on, you, I still have people who want me."

The two moved the painting into the villa together, Yuxi stayed at Song Yan's house for dinner, and Qi Yue watched her leave.

After Yuxi left, Qi Yue sat in the living room and looked at the painting on the wall. She looked at it carefully, not missing a single word or seal, and luckily found that the painting was indeed the work of that famous artist. Paintings auctioned in [-].

Thinking that it was always Song Yan's money, and Song Yan was so rich, he would always be willing to pay for his grandfather's collection.

Thinking of this, she felt relieved. People are always willing to find reasons for themselves, all kinds of reasons.

Song Yan returned home the day before his birthday, and the crew worked overtime to finish shooting his scenes alone.

When Qi Yue came back from Jiangwan, he saw Song Yan sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Qi Yue walked over and took a blanket from the drawer under the sofa to cover him.

Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at her, as if he had fallen asleep just now.

"Where have you been?" Song Yan asked her.

Qi Yue raised the bag in his hand: "I bought something."

Song Yan sat up, looked at the painting standing by the wall, and asked, "Did you buy this?"

Qi Yue shook her head: "It was brought by Yuxi. She said it was her grandfather's collection. I have seen it. It is a wood and stone map that was auctioned a few years ago."

Song Yan stood up and walked to the painting, touched it with his hand, and said, "It's not cheap." After a pause, he seemed to remember something, and said, "My little uncle knows painting, maybe he will like it."

Qi Yue's expression was stiff, and she looked at Song Yan with her eyes open, as if she didn't see anything.

"Qi Yue?" Song Yan called her again when she didn't get an answer.

Qi Yue came back to his senses, and said: "Nearly 4 million, if you think it's expensive, I'll send it back to Yuxi."

Song Yan shook his head: "No, if it's genuine, it's not a loss to give it to grandpa."

"En." Qi Yue responded meekly.

After dinner, Song Yan pulled Qi Yue back to the room.

After seeing each other for a long time, Song Yan looked at that face, not knowing whether he wanted it or not.

After watching for a long time, he still took off his tie and covered Qi Yue's eyes, saying: "I don't like your eyes more and more, you make me more and more difficult to see clearly."

Qi Yue was shocked, there were too many things hidden in her eyes, she could no longer see the original cleanliness, let alone a little bit of love.

Song Yuyu couldn't see her clearly, did he see something?
Ending from being charming, Song Yan got out of bed, threw the pink medicine tablet that Qi Yue gave her on Qi Yue's face, and said, "Qi Yue, what do you think of me? A merciful stallion or a male dog?

You really love me so much, why are you not possessive of me? "

Qi Yue pulled off the tie that was blindfolded, looked at the pills that had fallen on the side of the pillow, and said, "I just thought you would use it.

How dare I be possessive when I am so humble?
Do I have you, will you be mine? "

Qi Yue answered Song Yan's question in disguise, and also admitted his guess.

Song Yan is not a notorious playboy, nor is he a casual person, but Qi Yue always feels that the two of them are already very casual. Get along for so many years.

If you can find her, then you can find the next one.

When Song Yan first entered the circle, although he was a little arrogant, he was very pure, and Qi Yue felt shy when he teased him.

Now Xu Shi has been crawling and rolling in the mud for a long time, and he has also been contaminated with some filthy breath, so he is scattered in the mundane world after all.

In those years when Qi Huan had just eloped with his beloved, Song Yan could do anything.

Qi Yue sat up, took out a pill from the tinfoil shell, looked at it, and said, "Song Yan, look at how amazing it is, just one pill can kill many unnecessary troubles."

Song Yan frowned: "You treat the child as a trouble?"

Qi Yue raised her eyes and looked at him in bewilderment: "Do you still like it?"

"It depends on who gave birth. If you gave birth, I would rather he not come."

"So you mean, anyone can do it except me?" Qi Yue asked.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows and did not speak, but expressed his meaning.

Qi Yue sneered, swallowed the pill, took a few sips of water from the bedside table, and said, "I may not be willing, do you think so?"

Song Yan's pupils shrank slightly, looked at Qi Yue, and finally asked the question that he had been struggling with for nearly two months: "Qi Yue, do you really love me?"

Qi Yue got out of bed and stood opposite Song Yan, tiptoeing to ask for a kiss, Song Yan turned his head away, his eyes showed disgust, Qi Yue laughed, and after laughing, he said: "Song Yan, tell me, can't you get it?" Will the love that responds really last a long time?"

Song Yan was silent.

How long will the unrequited love last?

Qi Yue put on her clothes, walked to the door of the bathroom, and asked again: "Song Yan, if one day Qi Huan comes back and she is willing to be with you, will you still keep me?"

Qi Yue didn't seem to need to answer, and went into the bathroom after asking.

Qi Yue left two questions, Song Yan couldn't answer the first one, and he had an answer to the second one, but it wasn't so clear.

Thinking about Qi Huan, it seems that the first question has also been answered.

Why can't a love that doesn't get a response last long?If you love someone, don't you stop loving him just because he can't respond to you?

Impossible, otherwise why would he still love Qi Huan?

"Of course, otherwise why am I still infatuated?" Qi Yue stood under the shower and answered this question to herself.

She said she was asking Song Yan, but she was actually asking herself.

She still loves that person, so she can't love Song Yan, besides, she never thought of loving her.

Qi Huan is right, to love someone, one has to be desperate.

She was too forward-looking and backward-looking, so she made a wrong step.

Qi Yue came out of the bathroom, Song Yan still hadn't left, sitting quietly by the window, thinking about something with his head down.

Qi Yue rubbed her hair and looked at him without saying a word.

Song Yan said: "If Qi Huan comes back, we'll call it quits."

Qi Yue stopped wiping her hair, looked at Song Yan with wide almond eyes, and after a while, she nodded dully.

"Why don't you say anything more?" Song Yan was dissatisfied with her attitude, always indifferent.

Qi Yue put down the towel, pursed her mouth, pondered for a while, and said, "Song Yan, can you keep me? I won't disturb you and Qi Huan. I'm willing to serve you at any time."

What she said was so emotionless that no one would believe it.

Sure enough, Song Yan stood up suddenly, said "disgusting" and walked out of the room.

Qi Yue raised her eyebrows with a look of indifference.

But she felt sad for no reason for a while, she was a little unfounded, maybe she was used to Song Yan, and felt at a loss for what was going to happen.

It only takes 21 days to change from one habit to another, yet some habits are etched into the bones and cannot be changed.

After Song Yan left, she took out a tablet to draw illustrations. Ever since she lost her job, she started drawing illustrations. It is considered a freelance job. Sometimes, if there are more commercials, the salary will be higher, and if there are fewer, the salary will be less.

For some reason, she has been lazy lately, unwilling to look for a job, as if she was always waiting for something to happen, and then started to deal with it when it was over.

　good afternoon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)