But even if Yan Hai'an was the original author, he couldn't save such a painting. Sun Yan said it's okay, he will find another professional to do the repair.
Yan Hai'an smiled and said, "You may be the first person who went to find repairs for the sake of street stalls."
Sun Yan just smiled and didn't say much. He was a little embarrassed to talk too much about this painting in front of Yan Hai'an.
He is the second youngest of the Sun family, when will he be embarrassed
He didn't say much, and it was even harder for Yan Haian to say much.
It's not the same thing for the two of them to be so embarrassed, Sun Yan saw that the time was almost up and said, "Let's take you back."
This was the first time he took the initiative to send Yan Haian home in the morning, and Yan Haian only gave a meal and did not refuse. After such a move, the atmosphere between the two of them was always a bit weird, with a hint of inexplicable embarrassment hidden.
After driving all the way in silence, Yan Haian got off the car downstairs in the studio.
But Sun Yan suddenly said to him: "You really don't plan to continue painting?"
"I really don't have talent." Admitting that he has no talent is very difficult, but Yan Hai'an has already passed that tangled period, and he smiled lightly, "Practice makes perfect in painting, and no talent means no talent." You can't force it."
Like many people, he can also forcefully eat the job of a professional painter. As long as he knows how to make a living, he can get along even if he stutters. But what's the point? Yan Haian disdain to do so.
Yan Hai'an looked at Sun Yan and said, "Thank you."
Sun Yan was thanked with question marks on his forehead.
Yan Hai'an smiled and said: "Thank you for keeping that painting for so long. Anyway, it is also my favorite work. I was very sad when I lost it. I didn't expect it to meet someone like You cherish its owner so much."
It is the greatest affirmation for the author that one's own works can be appreciated and treasured by others. Yan Hai'an has given up painting for so long, but he never expected to receive such happiness one day.
So this thank you is very sincere.
Yan Hai'an was even more emotional when he thought that even if this painting was given to the person he originally wanted to give it, it would not be cherished like this.
Sun Yan squinted his eyes and sized him up, then turned back to look at the steering wheel. His slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel one by one: "I want to... thank you too."
He was rarely serious, and when he was serious, he seemed to be a different person.
He didn't say thank you, but Yan Hai'an could understand immediately. It's ridiculous to say that, there has always been a tacit understanding between the two of them that goes beyond ordinary relationships.
Yan Hai'an didn't know what that painting meant to Sun Yan, just as Sun Yan didn't know what that painting meant to him. But that's okay, they both know the painting is important to each other.
This common cognition is like a covenant. Although many pasts buried deep in the heart are still unspeakable, needless to say, the solitary loneliness is secretly comforted at this moment.
The two looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and both laughed inexplicably.
Sun Yan lay on the steering wheel, only showing one eye when he looked sideways at Yan Hai'an: "Can't it be twice a week?"
"Let's see the schedule." Yan Hai'an was suddenly asked by him, shook his head amusedly, pushed the door and got out of the car, "Contact me when I'm free."
After getting out of the car, he crossed the street and walked towards the entrance of the building. When he went up the stairs, he had a thought and turned his head.
Sun Yan's eye-catching sports car was still parked in place. Seeing him turn his head, he waved his hand, then lowered his head, not knowing what to do.
Yan Haian's phone trembled slightly in his pocket, and there was an unread WeChat message.
Mr. Sun: You never seem to look back at me.
Yan Hai'an raised his eyebrows and replied: You seem to have never waited for me.
Mr. Sun: Do you have an appointment tomorrow
Yan Hai'an raised his head and looked across the street: no appointment, backache, see you later.
After speaking, he turned around decisively, and this time he really left.
"Has anything good happened recently?"
Yan Hai'an slowly raised his head from the phone: "Huh?"
Mo Yisheng held the palette in his hand, sat on the wooden bench and tilted his head to look at him: "It's really rare, you are so absent-minded sometimes."
Yan Haian calmly put away the phone: "What's the matter?"
"Let's talk later." Mo Yisheng asked with a very interested smile, "I often see you looking at your phone recently. Who are you in contact with? By the way, you often don't come back at night recently. What are you doing?"
What to do, of course, is to make love.
The frequency between him and Sun Yan has changed from once a week as agreed upon, to weekends and weekends, and now it can be four or five times a week if there is nothing to do. Yan Hai'an felt that he had some kidney deficiency, so he didn't know if Sun Yan was secretly taking some small pills, and he acted like a wolf every time.
Last time they had a fight on the terrace in the middle of the night, Yan Hai'an was sweating profusely and was blown by the cool night wind, and even caught a cold. He doesn't mind having fun, but it's not good for Sun Yan to be so unrestrained.
Just because of this, the two of them keep bickering, and they get drunk just thinking about it.
Yan Hai'an couldn't speak to Mo Yisheng about this matter, just like a primary school student speaking yellow accent: "It's about work."
The word "work" seems to be a switch, Yan Hai'an's whole temperament changed when he said it, "Do you remember the Boyi Art Museum in S City last time?"
Mo Yisheng's expression clearly stated that he didn't know.
Yan Hai'an felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, coughed twice and said, "I kept in touch with him at one of the stops during the tour. He appreciates you very much, and I want your paintings to be included in his gallery."
Mo Yisheng asked strangely, "Aren't my paintings always sold in Li Qing's gallery?"
Yan Hai'an was really speechless to this child, he didn't even know that he had offended Li Qing, and during this period of time Li Qing had no contact with him, didn't he just want to keep them cold
Wang Yuhu doesn't know if Li Qing has something in his pocket, should he? Li Qing recognized Mo Yisheng's value, and would not break up with them completely because of such a trivial matter. This woman's mind is not so small.
Yan Hai'an said: "It's not for sale. It's just for exhibition. If someone wants to collect it, then let's talk about it. Aren't you drawing a series of cities? Among them is City S. I think it's very suitable for him to come Take a look. Anyway, he is going to visit City B. What did you want to say just now?"
Being surrounded by him like this, Mo Yisheng also completely forgot the question he asked Yan Haian just now, and started talking instead: "Oh, yes, what do you think, how about I go to participate in the Country A Portrait Association Grand Prix?"
"Okay...Okay! Of course!" Yan Hai'an was shocked that Mo Yisheng would take the initiative to bring this up. He has always disliked things like associations, competitions, and exhibitions, and he didn't like to compare his painting skills with others. Of course, the Portrait Association Grand Prix of Country A is unmatched by any competition in China, and it is one of the three top portrait painting competitions in the world. Its gold content can be imagined, and many modern artists have gone to the world through this competition.
Mo Yisheng suddenly had this kind of "motivation to improve", and Yan Hai'an was really pleased: "I'll go and find out when I will sign up for submission next year."
Mo Yisheng said, "It's probably March."
Yan Hai'an was even more surprised, when did this guy change his sex, did he even figure out the time
Mo Yisheng explained: "He Ling said it. He said he wanted to try it, so he invited me to join him. I saw the award-winning works of previous years, and they were really good. I think it would be interesting to play with friends. of."
That is to say, he is so ignorant that he can speak so easily.
But Yan Hai'an was not so happy when he heard He Ling's name. He Ling was not even a painter by his standards, so he could only be called a painter. At this level, you still have to participate in the Country A Portrait Society Grand Prix? Probably at that time, it will be time to sell a painting under the name of "A National Portrait Association Grand Prix Entry".
Yan Hai'an was like all the parents in the world. He was afraid that his top student would be damaged by the tail strap of the crane, so he told him, "I think it's better for you and He Ling to have less contact."
Mo Yisheng stared, he really didn't expect Yan Haian to say such words: "Why?"
Yan Hai'an said simply and rudely: "He doesn't draw well."
On the contrary, Mo Yisheng couldn't refute it. He would never lie about painting: "I think the attitude towards painting is the most important. He is much better than those fake people."
Yan Hai'an didn't want to spend more time with him in this regard, so he waved his hand to signal the end of the chat. The phone in his pocket vibrated a few times, and he was a little reluctant to read it, anyway, it was another text message from Sun Yan about sex.
But Mo Yisheng refused to shut up. He put the palette down, moved it from the stool to the sofa, and said earnestly: "Haian, I've wanted to say it for a long time, are you too prejudiced against people?"
Yan Hai'an didn't want to discuss any outlook on life with Mo Yisheng, so the phone vibrated twice again.
Mo Yisheng sighed and said, "I know you are doing it for my own good, but you think too badly of people. If you think they are bad, why do you want to associate with them?"
Although he knew that his and Mo Yisheng's three views were a bit inconsistent, every time they collided with each other really made Yan Haian's brain ache. I don't know if it's because of the cold and headache, but tonight he has no tolerance for it.
The phone continued to vibrate, this time it was not a text message, but a phone call.
"I'll take a call." Yan Hai'an got up and walked out of the store, took out the phone, and answered it before it automatically hung up, "Hello?"
Sun Yan said, "Why didn't you reply to my message?"
Yan Hai'an said: "I didn't see it."
Sun Yan didn't seem to want to dwell on this, and got straight to the point: "Are you coming tonight? I just came back from there."
The side that Sun Yan mentioned was the ancient town where they met by chance last time. The Sun family was engaged in development there, and Sun Ling didn't care much about it, leaving him, the second in command, to watch over there.
Yan Hai'an rubbed his forehead a little irritably, wanting to say no, but he really wanted to talk to someone. Of course, when you're with Sun Yan, you can't just chat.
He said, "Still going to your place?"