After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Chapter Forty Nine

At this time, the two had already walked from the photography gallery a to the fine art gallery c, and Xie Ning followed a small art gallery.

He just wanted to get rid of Zhuang Yan's meaningful expression. Who knew that when he wandered around in this exhibition hall, he found that these paintings happened to be his favorite style.

He simply slowed down, admiring the past one by one.

Zhuang Yan has long legs, and he caught up with him within two steps: "The paintings in this pavilion are pretty good, do you like them?"

Xie Ning nodded.

"This painter should be young," he said.

Zhuang Yan was curious: "You can see this?"

Xie Ning smiled inconspicuously: "It's just a guess. His painting imagination is very rich, a lot of content is wild, his brushwork is lively, his color is bold, and the style of a well-known painter will be more stable."

Zhuang Yan curled up his lips and praised him: "Awesome."

Xie Ning flushed with his straightforward words, pursed his lips, and moved on with a little embarrassment.

Finally he stopped before a picture.

In the painting is a flying bird.

Its wings seemed to be injured, stained with faint blood stains, but it still rushed out of the hazy clouds unyieldingly, and soared towards the light overhead.

Zhuang Yan immediately remembered the tattoo on Xie Ning's wrist.

It is also a bird, of course it looks completely different, but it looks very similar.

All are the meanings of not surrendering to darkness, longing for freedom and light.

Zhuang Yan's eyes were soft, and he asked softly, "Like this one?"

This painting belongs to the exhibition only and will not be sold. Xie Ning still hesitates. Zhuang Yan has already asked the staff nearby.

If the staff expressed their desire to buy, it would depend on the artist himself.

The painter in this exhibition really looks very young, as Xie Ning said, but Xie Ning still guessed a little wrong.

It's her, not him.

The female painter looks two years younger than Xie Ning. She is beautiful and has a very outstanding temperament, which makes her feel good at first sight.

She thought it was Xie Ning who bought the painting, and she was embarrassed.

"My teacher also loves this painting. I planned to give it to the teacher as a gift after the exhibition. It is not for sale." She smiled apologetically to Xie Ning.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Xie Ning's face, but no matter how much he liked this painting, he would not take away other people's beloved things.

He shook his head: "Forget it then."

The female painter said: "Not many people like this painting. Most people think that the composition of this painting is messy and the colors are not harmonious enough... My teacher said the same."

Xie Ning thought for a while: "But the artistic conception is very good. With this, other flaws are not concealed."

The female painter seemed to smile: "I can hear people say that, my painting is worth it."

She took Xie Ning to see other paintings: "These are all my works. If you like it, just pick one back. I won't charge you."

Xie Ning was taken aback: "How about that."

The two of them both learned to paint, and after a few conversations, they were a little bit shallow.

Xie Ning thought she could have her own booth in an art exhibition at a young age like her. Obviously, she has achieved a lot and her personality will be more arrogant.

After the exchange, she found that she has a gentle personality, an extraordinary vision but not open-minded, unique insights and not perverse.

Even a person like Xie Ning who is not good at communicating, unknowingly chatted with her a few more words.

Zhuang Yan, who was leaning at the door, couldn't help but coughed slightly, interrupting them.

The female painter turned her head to look at him subconsciously, and she was taken aback: "Zhuang Yan... Senior?"

Zhuang Yan was also taken aback when he heard the words. Seeing her appearance at this moment, she was really familiar.

He thought for a long time, and finally came up with a name: "Song Qingqing?"

Song Qingqing smiled generously at him: "I didn't expect to meet the senior here, I thought the senior was still abroad."

Zhuang Yan replied, "It hasn't been long since returning to China."

Song Qingqing was a younger sister of Zhuang Yan when she was studying abroad. Because they were both Chinese, the two had a good friendship, and occasionally contacted each other after graduation, but it gradually faded.

Xie Ning opened his eyes wide, looked at Song Qingqing, and then at Zhuang Yan, not knowing how they suddenly recognized their relatives.

Even if there was a star before, why is there a school girl here now?

Xie Ning pursed her lips unhappily.

Song Qingqing's gaze swept across them, showing a thoughtful expression: "You are..."

Zhuang Yanyang raised the ticket in Yang's hand: "It just happens to be free, let's watch the exhibition together."

Song Qingqing suddenly.

The two narrated a few words, and Zhuang Yan mentioned the painting again: "My friend really likes that one."

Song Qingqing hesitated for a while.

Zhuang Yan was not in a hurry, turned around and asked Xie Ning: "Is it cold?"

Xie Ning shook his head blankly: "It's okay."

The pavilion is crowded and air-conditioned, which is quite warm.

Zhuang Yanyan took the coat he was holding into his arms: "Since you don't wear it, let me take it."

Xie Ning: "...It doesn't matter much."

Zhuang Yan smiled lightly.

Song Qingqing thought for a long time, and finally smiled helplessly at Zhuang Yan: "Okay, who made me owe you too much favor before, this painting will be given to you."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "I still can't afford the money."

Song Qingqing: "...I am not short of this money now."

She turned her head and saw Xie Ning next to her. She seemed to think of something, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she changed her words: "Of course I don't mind if you want to pay. Do you need me to put a Happy Valentine's Day beside your signature. ?"

Zhuang Yan smiled: "It's all right."

Song Qingqing suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and asked Xie Ning's name softly.

Xie Ning replied: "Thank you, Anning Ning."

"Xie Ning?" Song Qingqing wrote the name, inexplicably where she had heard it.

Zhuang Yan asked casually: "What, do you know?"

Song Qingqing shook her head.

Neither Zhuang Yan nor Xie Ning thought Song Qingqing would know him, except that she had heard similar names occasionally. After all, Xie Ning was not special.

But before leaving, Song Qingqing suddenly said, "I remember!"

Zhuang Yan asked: "What?"

"Xie Ning." Song Qingqing said, "I seem to have heard Aunt Xia Wan mentioned it."

Xie Ning was taken aback.

Song Qingqing continued, "Aunt Xia Wan said that she has a son, Xie Ning."

As she spoke, she glanced at Xie Ning curiously.

Xia Wan?

Xie Ning pursed her lips.

When Song Qingqing said so, he also remembered.

During the Chinese New Year, Xia Wan mentioned to him a girl who studied art and wanted to arrange for them to meet, but Xie Ning refused.

It turned out she was introducing Song Qingqing.

Xie Ning thought that Xia Wan should have given up his heart, but he did not expect to see Song Qingqing in private.

Listening to Song Qingqing's tone, the two are very familiar with each other, and they should have met at least several times.

Also mentioned him...

Xie Ning's expression slowly cooled.

Song Qingqing saw that his face was wrong, thinking that she had admitted wrong, and smiled awkwardly: "It may also be the same name and last name."

Xie Ning shook her head: "That's my mother."

Song Qingqing was stunned.

Xie Ning didn't look at her again, and subconsciously pulled Zhuang Yan's hand.

His palm was sweaty and greasy.

Zhuang Yan has a slight habit of cleanliness. Xie Ning was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so he let go when he pulled it.

Who knew it was detained by Zhuang Yan.

As if realizing that Xie Ning didn't want to mention this topic, Zhuang Yan took his hand openly and waved to Song Qingqing: "Let's go first."

Art Hall C used to be a sculpture exhibition hall, with a long aisle in the middle.

I don't know if it is due to the terrain, the wind in the aisle is particularly strong, and Xie Ning shivered, and his back sank.

Zhuang Yan didn't know when he put his coat on him.

"Are you thirsty?" Zhuang Yan asked.

Xie Ning shook his head: "It's okay."

Having said that, when passing by the vending machine, Zhuang Yan still bought a bottle of beverage in his hand, fearing that he would be thirsty when he was halfway there.

Zhuang Yan asked as he walked, "What are you thinking about?"

Xie Ning replied subconsciously: "I was thinking about Song Qingqing."

After speaking, both of them were taken aback.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows to see him: "Miss her?"

The tone is uncomfortable.

Xie Ning thought of Song Qingqing that she had just met, but she was not very comfortable.

This time it wasn't because she was Zhuang Yan's school girl, but because she mentioned Xia Wan.

But he didn't want to talk about these troubles in front of Zhuang Yan. After thinking about it, he asked: "I wondered how you made her change her mind and were willing to sell our painting."

Zhuang Yan's expression improved slightly: "Well, she used to study abroad and was in the same school as me. At that time, the treatment of Chinese people abroad was not good. She was a girl again and had no experience, so she was almost cheated. "

"I think she is a compatriot, so I helped him a few times." Zhuang Yan continued, "Later she had some problems with some of her courses. If she got stuck, she might have to postpone it. At that time, she had already obtained an art academy. You can’t go wrong with your recommendation letter, and I asked me to help."

In this way, Zhuang Yan only asked her for a painting, and it was really not difficult.

Xie Ning smiled: "You are always nice."

Zhuang Yan bends the corners of his lips noncommittal, seeming to like to hear Xie Ning comment on him.

In fact, Song Qingqing was alone when she suddenly met Zhuang Yan, a handsome and handsome person who had touched her several times, and said that it was impossible to have no heartbeat.

It was only later that Zhuang Yan really didn't mean this, so he slowly let go of his heartbeat.

Zhuang Yan was naturally aware of these things, but he would not speak out in front of Xie Ning.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on both of them when they finished visiting such a large art exhibition.

"It's not too early." Zhuang Yan said, "I guess I won't have time to cook when I go home. I will eat out today?"

Xie Ning glanced at his watch. Although it was past 5 o'clock, it was not too late.

Zhuang Yan hurriedly said again: "I'm a little tired and don't really want to cook."

"Ah." When Xie Ning heard it, he didn't doubt that he was there. "Then eat out."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled again, and started the car.

If Zhuang Yan had prepared early, at least today's dinner would have to be carefully arranged. Some revolving restaurants and candlelight dinners are indispensable.

But it must be difficult to reserve a seat temporarily. In the end, Zhuang Yan only took Xie Ning to a hotel where he could still book a seat for a couple meal.

When the waiter checked the bill, he looked at the two and asked hesitantly: "Are you a couple?"

Xie Ning looked at it suspiciously.

The waiter hurriedly explained: "That's it, today Valentine's Day, if it is a couple dining, there is a half discount."

Xie Ning was taken aback. Before he could speak, he listened to Zhuang Yan holding his hand and confirming: "Yes, we are lovers."

The waiter nodded and made a mark on the bill.

Xie Ning opened his mouth as he watched the waiter leave.

After a while, he still didn't say anything, as if acquiescing to Zhuang Yan's words.

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