domesticated vicious dog

Chapter 92 Pink Sofa

"I don't want your money." The man snorted.

At the entrance of the alley where the moon was dark and the wind was high, he panted and threw the person on his back to the ground, shook his sore arms, then dialed a number, reported the address to the other end of the phone, squatted down, and casually used The fuselage slapped Zhao Yingkai's bloody, half-dead face.

"Wake up, wake up."

Zhao Yingkai forced the rest of his mind to open his eyes. In the dark, he saw a strange man with short hair and a little puffy. At this moment, he was looking at him with a malicious smile on his face.

"Help me... what do you want..."

The fat man bowed and listened to him for a long time, then shook his head, the sudden sound came like a cobra full of venom in the darkness.After hearing what he said, Zhao Yingkai couldn't help staring at his drooping eyelids covered in blood.

"I want that girl Su Deng's life."

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In golden autumn and October, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant.

Su Deng got off the taxi and ran towards the exhibition hall. He saw an elegant man at the door. His light-colored shirt was tucked into straight trousers by a dark brown belt, his hands were leisurely in his pockets, and the watch on his wrist was on The charming colors are reflected in the sunlight.

She combed her bangs with her hands, and ran to him with her bag, "I'm sorry, the road is a bit congested, so I'm late."

The moment he saw her, Song Chen smiled like a breeze on his calm face, "Don't worry, I just arrived." He turned around, raised his hand and pushed open the glass door, asking Su Deng to enter first.

Su Deng's thoughtfulness made Su Deng relax physically and mentally. She nodded slightly as a signal, and the two walked into the exhibition hall together.

In fact, ever since Su Deng found out that Song Chen and Lu Manman knew each other, she always wanted to ask him out and ask him about her mother face to face.For example, how did they meet, why did Lu Manman sell paintings, where did she go after that, and so on.

But during the period, either she was busy or he didn't have time, the two of them didn't meet again until now.

At the place of conversation, Su Deng originally wanted to choose a quiet and high-end coffee shop, but Song Chen proposed to take her to see the new exhibition in Luo'an City—she HER.

There are not many people in the hall, and the decoration is quite literary. Long and wide white silk hangs from the ceiling, curling up into the arc of the waves, just like the folds on the bride's wedding dress deliberately embellished with gemstones, it looks very neat and elegant.

Oil paintings of various colors are arranged on the surrounding walls. In the main hall, there is a long table with winding white cloth, on which are placed various exquisite sculptures, white candles and green fresh grass are interspersed and decorated, and there is a bit of strong art in the mess. The beauty of breath.

Time passed quietly on the way of appreciating the paintings. After some conversation, Su Deng couldn't help sighing in disappointment.

It turned out that Song Chen had only seen her mother once when he was trading the pair of "Three Jasmines". Due to the strict confidentiality of information at the auction house, he didn't know where Lu Manman was going after that.

The unexpected clues were interrupted again. Although Su Deng had already vaguely guessed the result, she still couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Song Chen stopped in front of an oil painting as if he hadn't seen it, "This painting is beautiful."

Su Deng looked up, and saw a nearly naked woman sitting on the messy pink sofa in the painting in front of her, the dim yellow sunlight penetrated into the blue room, her back was facing the spectators, and she was staring at the sky outside the transparent screen window .

For some reason, Su Deng only felt a deep sense of confinement and suffocation, and she didn't find it beautiful.

"Have you ever learned to draw before?" Song Chen asked casually.

Su Deng was slightly startled, "How do you know?"

Song Chen looked apologetic, "It seems a bit abrupt to ask." He pointed to her hand hanging on the left side, "When you were painting, I noticed that there were a lot of scars on the skin of your right index finger and the lower left side of your palm. There is a thick cocoon, which can only be formed by someone who has practiced painting for several years."

Under the staring gaze, Su Deng hid his left hand behind his back, shook his head and said with a smile: "It happened many years ago, I practiced hard for a long time, but I didn't have any talent, so I gave up."

Song Chen didn't take it seriously, and comforted her: "Painting is something that sometimes has little to do with talent." He turned around, his dark eyes staring at the wall, "Just like the painting in front of me, no matter what Strictly speaking, the techniques of composition, brushwork and color rendering are quite immature, but the connotation that the painter wants to express is very profound, which immediately raises the overall artistic conception of the picture to a higher level."

Su Deng nodded, expressing his gratitude.

"Did you ever try to pick up a paintbrush afterward?"

This was a natural question, but it stung Su Deng's nerves, but in an instant, she felt that she was too sensitive, and shook her head, "The family has no money, so they can't afford it."

The moment the words fell to the ground, Song Chen's warm eyes drifted to the light yellow leather bag on her back.

CUCCI's Dionysus series has a landing price of [-] yuan.

Su Deng immediately wanted to find a seam in the ground to bury herself in, but she awkwardly clenched the leather strap of her backpack and walked to another place, pretending to admire other paintings.

Song Chen smiled lightly, and followed her after a while before saying, "Miss Su and I are both lovers of painting. Your parents allowed you to learn painting when you were a child. But they still respect your wishes, which shows how much they love you."

Su Deng tightened his pink lips, shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you guessed it wrong. They are the ones who made me give up painting. Their attitude is very tough, and I can't even resist."

As if tired, the clear wind fell on Song Chen's deep eyes, causing them to droop with a sad arc.

For a while, the two were speechless.

Suddenly, a warm palm lightly patted her shoulder, "Parents and sons have far-reaching plans, and they may have their own difficulties. In addition, if you still want to pick up a paintbrush one day, you can always Tell me, I will be honored to be your first fan, and, during this process, you can come to me if you need help.”

The voice was eloquent and gentle, so gentle that it infiltrated the heart like the mist in the mountains. Su Deng suddenly felt relieved, and joked: "Mr. You have failed to live up to your expectations."

Song Chen shook his head indifferently, "I'm not talented, I happen to be old friends with Lorena."

"Lorena?" Su Deng blinked incredulously, "Bird Lorena?"

"Exactly." Seeing her reaction, Song Chen smiled slightly, "Who else is a famous postmodern painter in the contemporary art world besides her?"

"You actually know her?!" Su Deng pulled his hand excitedly. After realizing it, she felt abrupt, but her face still couldn't hide her excitement, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Song Chen looked at the hand that she would hold up and put down for a moment, feeling the delicate touch left on it, "How about it, now you should believe that I am not talking about the scene."

He once again solemnly looked at the delicate and beautiful girl in front of him, "Miss Su, if you want, you can go to country S with me now, and I'm going to visit her."

(End of this chapter)