As the saying goes, farewell is better than marriage. The consequence of six years' separation is that I sleep until the next afternoon.

The room has been restored to the appearance before going to bed last night, two beds together, pajamas also wear on the body, as if last night's rain was just a big dream.

Holding his sour waist, he walked out of the bedroom. The corridor was quiet. Through the window of the eaves corridor, he saw Siji playing with his younger brother and sister in the back garden from a distance.

However, the excitement is the sister's, Zhian and the housekeeper stay under the sun umbrella, playing with the micro-computer for thousands of years, completely in a different world.

When I heard some movement in my study, I took my eyes back and turned around.

When I get to the door, I find that Fu Shenyan and Shen Yu rarely stay together harmoniously. At the moment, they are enjoying the sunset on the sea from Murong Jin's painting exhibition yesterday.

The oil painting is placed in the center of the study with a bracket. Shen Yu sits on the single sofa beside him. He looks up from time to time, but he is in a lack of interest.

Fu Shenyan was very attentive. He stood in front of the bracket with a very serious expression. Occasionally, when his eyes were sharp, he would reach out to feel the oil painting, as if he could really integrate into the author's inner world.

After standing for a while, Fu Shenyan found me. When he lifted his eyes, there was a smile in his eyes. "Wake up."

"Well." I went in and sat down on the chair next to Shen Yu and asked, "what's so special about you insisting on buying this painting yesterday?"

At the same time, he looked at Shen Yu, hoping to get the answer.

But Shen Yu talked about other things without end. "Chinese people still pay attention to returning to their roots. I think this time we will take advantage of the opportunity of several elders to return home, and all the family will come back, so we don't have to run on both sides

This is impartial. It sounds like it is for the sake of the overall situation, but I can hear a trace of sadness.

It's understandable that the man who got married and started a business separated from sang Yun for such a long time.

Fu Shenyan did not respond, but I think it's good, "I think it's OK, just do as you say."

Take sangyun and Diandian back home to relieve Shen Yu's depression, so as not to fight with Fu Shenyan all day long.

Shen Yu a listen to come strong, grab the mobile phone on the table, while dialing out, mouth still don't forget to charge, "call your man to explain with you."

This title, emotion Fu Shenyan in Shen Yu there does not deserve to have a name?

But he turned his head and looked at Fu Shenyan. Fortunately, he didn't go to his heart. He hooked the corner of his mouth and helped me to get up and walk towards the painting.

Fu Shenyan gently pinched my right hand and put it on the oil painting. Through the rubbing between the layers, the concave and convex feeling of the paint was immediately vividly reflected.

Maybe I lack artistic cells in my nature. Even if I feel so close, my feelings still can't rise to my soul. A moment later, I received my hand awkwardly. "You'd better tell me directly about art. I really don't have talent. Don't embarrass me."

Fu Shenyan's eyes narrowed slightly. He turned around and took out a bill from behind. He put it on my hand mysteriously.

I have no doubt about him, laughing and joking, "is it difficult for me to draw strength from money? Then Ren Du's two pulse can be opened? "

Of course, it's just a joke, but Fu Shenyan is very serious. "It's possible for you to have a good feeling. Maybe you can understand the mystery of this painting right away."

When he heard the banter in his tone, he felt cheated and retaliated by kneading the bill into a ball. He raised his hand and tried to throw it at him.