Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Just when Ruyu forgot about Song Yuxi, Song Yuxi suddenly appeared in front of her again.

Her studio was closed that day, and the staff had already left. Because she had to finish a painting in hand, she worked overtime for a while, so that she was the last one to leave.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I suddenly saw a person standing at the door. It seemed that she was lowering her head to change her shoes, so she said without raising her head: "If you want to buy paintings, you probably have to come tomorrow, and the staff are off work. "

"But I need a painting urgently," the woman's voice was beautiful and pleasant, but it seemed that she had heard it somewhere.

Ru Yu couldn't help raising her head, but was stunned, because the woman who urgently wanted a painting turned out to be Song Yuxi.

She recognized Song Yuxi, but Song Yuxi probably didn't know her, so she still looked at her with a smile on her face, and begged in a low voice: "Miss, can you help me once, I don't need much time, buy a picture Your painting is gone."

"You can go to other galleries to buy paintings." Ruyu was very tired from painting today, and at this moment she was not in the mood to receive this sudden customer.

"But he said he only likes your paintings," Song Yuxi said still in a good temper: "Miss, I'm sorry to trouble you, you also know that when you give it away, you have to match what you like, right? He must not be happy to give someone else's painting of."

Ru Yu hesitated for a moment, since Song Yuxi came to buy paintings, she shouldn't drive her out, right?So she nodded, and finally went to open the door of the exhibition hall and let her go in to look at the paintings.

All of her paintings hang in the exhibition hall, some are from a few years ago, and some have just returned from sketching in Darjeeling. The prices are different for different scenery and artistic conception.

"I like this one," Song Ruyu pointed to a painting that was as red as blood, and shouted a little excitedly: "I like this flower the most, it's so beautiful, it's the same as my blood seven years ago."

"..." Ruyu was speechless.

"Can you sell this painting to me?" Song Ruyu couldn't put it down, with an expression of terrific liking.

"This is "The Flower of the Other Shore"," Ruyu reminded her with professionalism: "This is my work five years ago, and it has been hanging here all the time. It’s not suitable for giving away, you should give the peony flowers over there, which means that the flowers are blooming and rich.”

"No, I don't want peonies," Song Yuxi insisted on his own opinion: "I want the Bianhua, I think it's very beautiful, and the flower language of Bianhua means missing each other?"

It was only then that Ruyu remembered that the flower language of Bianhua in Korea meant missing each other, but the flower language deeply rooted in her mind was still messy and unlucky.

"Okay, since you want it, I'll give it to you," Ru Yu didn't want to talk too much with her, so she took a ladder and came over to help her remove the painting, then handed it to her.

The price was high, her paintings were never cheap, but fortunately Song Yuxi was probably a rich man, so he didn't negotiate the price, and paid the original price, and then walked out of the studio with Ru Yu.

"Aren't you going to ask me what kind of friend I want to give it to?" Song Yuxi looked at her and asked softly when the two got down the elevator together.

"It's probably a boyfriend," Ruyu guessed, after all, the Bianhua, probably the average friend would not send such a painting, right?

"It's the painter, I guess right," Song Yuxi smiled sweetly, holding the painting in his hand: "Tomorrow is his birthday, and I haven't celebrated his birthday for seven years, so I decided to give him a painting. he."