Because of that sentence, Yun Pei's mouth was red and a little swollen when he was sitting at the table eating wontons. He could feel the pain when he took a sip of hot soup. He looked at the man sitting next to him with resentment.
Qin Mingyuan, who had taken advantage of the man, brought his bowl to himself, blew it cool and put it to his mouth.
His good attitude made Yun Pei feel uncomfortable blaming him, and... he actually felt quite comfortable.
He lowered his head and ate the wontons, as a way of forgiving the other party's recklessness just now.
The wontons made by the aunt were small and just the right size to be eaten in one bite. The filling was very fresh and the soup made by the man was also good. Yun Pei put some in his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Qin Mingyuan looked at his expression and wanted to go over and try it to see if it was really that delicious.
However, considering that he had just bullied someone, he suppressed this thought.
In fact, he did not tell the other party that, apart from the fact that the words were too cute and made him impulsive, the young man touched his hair during the kiss but restrained himself from pulling it, and it became a lingering caress, which also made him unbearable.
"What do you want to do today?" Qin Mingyuan asked after feeding him two wontons.
He had never dated anyone before, and he had specifically asked Zhou Yang before. To sum up, there were roughly a few things. He was not sure whether the other party liked it or not, so he thought it would be better to ask him directly.
Yun Pei was taking the bowl back and planning to eat by himself. He paused when he heard his question and said, "You said before that you wanted to go to my mother's gallery. Do you want to go and see it today?"
"Okay." Qin Mingyuan certainly had no objection. He just wanted to see the actual paintings in the other party's videos.
After discussing where to go first, the two of them stopped arguing, quickly finished their breakfast, packed up briefly and went out.
The gallery is located on an art street, which is usually very sparsely populated. Most of the people who come here are very interested in this area or are already engaged in this type of profession.
Qin Mingyuan did not drive the car in directly, but found a place to park outside the street, and then walked in with Yun Pei.
"I was still young when I first came here. At that time, I had just started learning to paint with my mother. I didn't understand a lot of things, but I inexplicably liked this place." Yun Pei did not let the man help him push the wheelchair. He controlled it himself and moved forward. There was nostalgia in his eyes when he spoke.
The artistic atmosphere here is very strong. Almost all the shops along the street sell various painting supplies, paintings or artworks. Some shop owners even sit on the street to paint. They don’t entertain customers warmly and seem to be very casual about it.
"After my mother passed away, I was often in a bad mood. Only when I came here would I feel much calmer." During that time, compared to the Yun family villa, Yun Pei felt that this place was his own world. He often thought that maybe it was because of this place, because of the gallery left to him by his mother, because of her paintings, that he felt that she was always with him and he was not completely alone, so he did not completely collapse.
Qin Mingyuan listened to him quietly. When he saw a somewhat sad look in his eyes, he raised his hand and touched his hair. "I will accompany you from now on."
Yun Pei's slightly depressed mood was dispelled by the warmth of the man's palm. He raised his head and smiled, "Yeah, I know."
They simply strolled around the street, not spending too much time.
The gallery is located closer to the street and is not very busy, but there are people coming in here and there, and it is not deserted.
"Many of them are my mother's fans who come to appreciate her paintings," Yun Pei seemed to see the man's confusion and explained. After a pause, he said, "Occasionally, Siyu's fans will come too."
His works are put on sale and exhibit here. He didn't say it on the platform, but a fan who studies painting discovered it by chance. She posted it online to express her excitement.
Since then, fans would come to check in from time to time, and some even asked the person in charge if they could meet Siyu in person, but they were all rejected.
Those fans were a little disappointed, but they didn't care. Those who came here specially were all very loyal fans of Siyu. They were very happy to see his paintings and buy his paintings. They knew that he didn't like to show his face and would not force him.
Yun Pei was actually touched after knowing this, that there were so many people who truly liked him.
Seeing that his ears were red and a little embarrassed, Qin Mingyuan deliberately teased him, "Aren't those your fans? Our Siyu is very popular."
Yun Pei didn’t feel much when fans called him “Dada” in the comment section. After all, those were just words. But when a man called him that in front of him, he immediately felt ashamed.
He looked up and glared at the other person, "Don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not telling the truth," Qin Mingyuan said innocently. He raised his hand and pressed it on the back of his wheelchair, bending down slightly. "Right, Siyu?"
Knowing that he did it on purpose, Yun Pei didn't want to pay any attention to him. He controlled the wheelchair and walked away, leaving the man behind.
Qin Mingyuan didn't care. He withdrew his hand that was hanging in the air and followed.
The interior decoration of the gallery is not complicated. The lighting is warm, there are flowers and plants in the corners, and paintings are hung on the walls. In such an atmosphere, the gallery seems to have life.
Qin Mingyuan slowed down his pace and his eyes stayed on those works.
The paintings here are not only by Luo Yuqing and Siyu, there are also works by many other painters. The styles are not uniform, but what is similar is that they are all full of vitality, beautiful and real.
"Most of these works were created by art students my mother sponsored." Yun Pei, whose awkwardness had faded away, leaned over and explained to him while looking at the paintings on the wall.
Many of those people have graduated now and have achieved some success in their own fields, but they have never forgotten the help their mother gave them and often come here to visit.
The works of those who have been healed by love are naturally vivid.
Qin Mingyuan retracted his gaze and turned to look at him, "Where are all your paintings?"
"A little bit behind." Yun Pei turned the wheelchair and took him there.
Qin Mingyuan followed him and familiar works began to appear gradually in his sight. Some of them he had seen in videos, and some he had never seen before, but he could recognize the familiar style at a glance.
He stopped in front of each painting and admired them carefully.
He also saw the painting of gardenia that he had been curious about for a long time. The white flowers were blooming on the canvas, without too many other colors to decorate it. It was simple and clean.
Yun Pei looked at him and said, "I'll give it to you if you want it."
Qin Mingyuan said nothing, "Do you know what the flower language of gardenia is?"
Yun Pei had never studied these things, and he looked puzzled when he heard this.
His gaze fell on his face, and Qin Mingyuan's eyes revealed a smile, "Eternal love and promise, since you have given me your heart, I will accept it without hesitation."
As he wished, the tips of Yun Pei's ears were indeed stained with crimson again. He turned his eyes away to avoid her gaze, but did not say anything to deny it.
Qin Mingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at him with a gentle gaze. The gardenias on the wall seemed to be really blooming between them, lush and warm.
"Xiao Pei."
The beautiful atmosphere was broken by the sound. Qin Mingyuan raised his eyes and saw a man walking towards him.
He looked to be in his thirties, dressed casually, had long hair, almost reaching his shoulders, and slightly curly, making him look like an artist.
"Uncle Yu." Yun Pei turned around and saw him and called out, "Why are you here?"
The man's name is Yu Yan. He looks young, but he is actually in his forties. He has been managing the gallery and studio here. His relationship with his mother is more like that of like-minded friends rather than an employer-employee relationship.
"I heard you were coming, so I came to see you." Yu Yan stopped in front of him and glanced at the side of him, "This is..."
Yun Pei turned his head following his gaze, thought for a moment, raised his hand and held the man's hand hanging by his side, "His name is Qin Mingyuan, and he's my boyfriend."
Qin Mingyuan looked at him in surprise, then his expression eased and he took the initiative to extend his hand to him, "Hello, I'm Qin Mingyuan."
Yu Yan came back to his senses from the shock and raised his hand to shake it, "Hello, Yu Yan."
He would be surprised, firstly, that Yun Pei was actually in love, and secondly, the identity of his partner.
Although he didn't know much about the business circle and didn't pay much attention to it, he had heard of the name of the person in charge of the Qin family. He was confused and surprised, but his face didn't show it, and he didn't ask any more questions.
Qin Mingyuan saw that he quickly put away the unnecessary emotions on his face and realized that he had a relatively calm mind. No wonder he was entrusted by Yun Pei's mother to manage this place.
Since Yu Yan was here, he decided to walk around with them for a while.
Through simple conversations and interactions, he got to know the Qin family's leader a little bit. He was rather cold to outsiders and didn't talk much, but every word he said was appropriate.
I feel comfortable talking to him, but I can also sense that sense of distance. He's hard to approach, so I always have to stay within a reasonable social range.
But when his gaze shifted to Yun Pei, his entire aura changed.
The cold atmosphere was immediately retracted. Even though there was no expression on his face, his gaze was soft and even his voice was warm.
They didn't have much physical contact, but Qin Mingyuan would occasionally touch Yun Pei's hair and pinch the back of his neck. When someone passed by, he would turn slightly sideways and put his hand on the back of Yun Pei's wheelchair as a protective gesture.
He really likes Yun Pei, so it shows in all the small details.
Yu Yan retracted his gaze and didn't say much about it. He just asked, "Do you want to go to the studio to take a look?"
Yun Pei turned to look at the man for his opinion, and when he nodded, he said, "Okay."
The studio and gallery here are actually connected, separated by a door. When you open the door and go in, you will be greeted by a strong artistic atmosphere.
The colors on the wall are more intense than those outside, and there are many graffiti in different styles. You can tell at a glance that they are the work of their own people.
In addition, there are many works of art decorated here. The whole space looks full, with various styles, yet surprisingly harmonious, with a kind of messy beauty.
The inside was divided into several areas. Some people were painting, while others were creating small art sculptures. They were all very focused and didn't pay any attention to the people who came in.
"Every time you came before, you just took a look and left. Do you want to bring your boyfriend to do something this time?" Yu Yan showed them around and saw the pottery wheel in the corner. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows.
Yun Pei received his signal, hesitated, looked at the man and said, "Do you want to play?"
The clothes on the man were very valuable and would easily get dirty if made into ceramics. He was not sure if the other party had the interest in doing so.
"Okay." Qin Mingyuan was obviously in high spirits. They were out on a date anyway, so of course they had no objection to doing something quietly together.
Seeing that they wanted to play, Yu Yan went to get some clay and two leather aprons to prevent their clothes from getting dirty and difficult to clean.
"They took several pottery wheels and this is the only one left. You can take turns." After thinking for a moment, he joked, "Of course, you can also work together."
Yun Pei blushed at his teasing and didn't know what to say in response.
Qin Mingyuan said thank you without changing his expression, and finally said: "I think we can go together."
The face of a certain mimosa plant turned even redder, and it shrank its leaves under Yu Yan's smiling gaze.
(End of this chapter)