summer fireworks

On the night of New Year's Eve, everyone stayed up late. Yan Shu and Song Zhilin were used to staying up late, and they felt fine. Grandma Song went to bed early and got up early every day, and had a regular schedule. Sleepy.

She watched TV on the sofa for a while, then stood up and said, "No, I'm useless when I'm old, I'm going to sleep."

Grandma Song went back to her bedroom to sleep, only Song Zhilin and Yan Shu were left in the living room.

The party on the TV was lively and lively, with the highlights of previous years' party played, cross talk sketches in cadence, and exaggerated laughter constantly came from the background sound.

Yan Shu took a peek at Song Zhilin, and saw that Song Zhilin was holding a small orange in her hand. She slowly peeled the orange and ate it petal by petal. Her thin lips were pursed into a straight line. She was watching the program on the TV. , the whole person leaned on the sofa, without any intention of chatting with her.

If she didn't talk to Song Zhilin, would this night just pass by?

Yan Shu didn't want them to spend the night with their temper.She knows how uncomfortable this feeling is, like a thin silk thread hanging from the ceiling, hanging people's hearts up and down, thinking about unanswered questions all the time, making people almost unable to breathe.

"Hey," Yan Shu moved closer to Song Zhilin and patted her knee, "Song Zhilin."

Song Zhilin was still a little angry, but when she saw Yan Shu approaching like this, she couldn't refuse.

She couldn't refuse Yan Shu, especially when Yan Shu's "Hello" was full of anticipation and coquettishness.

"what?"

Song Zhilin asked helplessly, divided half of the oranges in his hand, and asked:

"Do you want to eat?"

"Ah?" Yan Shu didn't expect that Song Zhilin would hand her half of the orange. She took the orange and tasted half of it. The orange was sweet and sour, the flesh tasted elastic, and there was a feeling of fiber, "Good."

Yan Shu was eating the orange, and after she finished eating the small half, Song Zhilin handed her another half. The two of them didn't say anything, they sat together and ate the fruit in silence.

Strangely, Yan Shu didn't feel so sad.

The living room is warm, the floor heating and the air conditioner isolate the cold outside, so that they can see the snowflakes outside the window, but they can't feel the temperature. They can comfortably nestle on the sofa and watch TV with only a single shirt on.

Yan Shu suddenly felt a feeling that she and Song Zhilin had lived like this for a long time.

Sit together and eat fruit, quarrel with some irrelevant fights, no matter how angry you are, you will make up in the end.

She became bold, bumped Song Zhilin's arm, and asked, "Do you want to go to my exhibition together tomorrow?"

Song Zhilin looked at her quietly and asked, "What exhibition?"

Yan Shu said: "The one I organized with Yu Wei before, I have an exhibition area."

Song Zhilin nodded, "Okay."

She knew that this was Yan Shu showing her favor.

By now, Song Zhilin actually had no idea about whether to see the exhibition or not.She is not very interested in art. Her artistic accomplishment is all because of work needs, and she wants to see Yan Shu's exhibition because Yan Shu is her girlfriend.

Yan Shu offered to see the exhibition with her, and Song Zhilin's feeling was nothing more than she was willing to reconcile with me.

Yan Shu blinked in disbelief. They had been arguing about this all afternoon, but now it's over with just one sentence?

Yan Shu asked her again: "Go tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Yes." Song Zhilin nodded and said calmly, "Do you have a ticket?"

"I swipe my face," Yan Shu asked after thinking for a while, "Don't you really want to see...?"

Song Zhilin put down the orange in his hand, and couldn't help laughing: "You have known me for so long, have you ever seen me interested in art?"

Yan Shu thought for a while, then shook his head honestly: "Not interested."

After she finished speaking, she came to her senses first. She didn't even eat the oranges. She stared at Song Zhilin and asked, "Then why do you have to watch it?!"

Song Zhilin really smiled now, and looked at her helplessly: "Because it's your exhibition."

After hearing her words, Yan Shu realized that when Song Zhilin said that she wanted to see the exhibition, she had always meant to see her exhibition. No wonder Song Zhilin didn't respond when she said that she could accompany Song Zhilin to see other exhibitions.

Yan Shu lowered his head, feeling a little guilty: "I didn't expect... I think it's a bit strange to see my exhibition with you, and I can't explain it. However, since you really want to see it, I can accompany you. But you mustn't laugh at me."

Song Zhilin said, "How could I laugh at you?"

She put her arms around Yan Shu's shoulders, and gently touched her back: "Let's go and see together, I want to see more of your world."

During the New Year, there are only a few people who go to the art district to see the exhibition.

Song Zhilin and Yan Shu went there after lunch. When Yan Shu appeared at the door, the ticket inspector was surprised and asked her, "Miss Yan, why are you here?"

"Bring your girlfriend to see," Yan Shu said with a smile, holding Song Zhilin's arm, "I haven't brought her to see my exhibition yet."

The ticket-checking sister nodded, stamped an invisible stamp on the back of their hands, and said, "Yeah, I should see it. There aren't many people today, so it's appropriate."

Only after Yan Shu and Song Zhilin entered the exhibition area did they realize that there were not many people, there were not many people at all.

There are only one or two people looking at each exhibition area. Most of these people are carrying drawing boards or holding paper and pens. It seems that the nearby students who did not go home during the holidays came to see the exhibition at a discounted price during the Chinese New Year.

Song Zhilin was not interested in the other exhibition areas at all. After entering, he held Yan Shu's hand and said, "Let's go, let's go see your paintings."

"Aren't you looking at other things?" Yan Shu asked.

Song Zhilin heard what she said, so she followed her around the exhibition hall and looked at other works.

Most of these works are relatively artistic. As the CEO of a media company, she is still an outsider after all, so she can only see that the works are good, but if she really wants to say one, two, three, she can't say it.

If Song Zhilin was interested in any work, he would stop and take a look. Yan Shu whispered a word or two to her, and Song Zhilin would understand.

When they walked to Yan Shu's exhibition area, Yan Shu was already in a relaxed mood.

She thought that watching her exhibition with Song Zhilin would be like an exam. After all, when she was young, every time she took an exam, she had to show Song Zhilin the test papers. Song Zhilin cared about her grades and was stricter than her parents.

When Yan Shu faced Song Zhilin, he always had a sense of inferiority, and felt that it was difficult for him to have any achievements to convince her.

Because of this, when Song Zhilin asked to see her exhibition, Yan Shu felt that he was being scrutinized.

However, that feeling has subsided a lot now.

Yan Shu just walked all the way in the exhibition hall, explaining so much to Song Zhilin, which made her a lot more confident, and thinking about what Song Zhilin said yesterday, Yan Shu was not nervous at all.

Song Zhilin walked to her exhibition area and saw many places where the works should have been placed, but now they were filled with photos and introductions. She pointed to those places and asked, "Are these sold?"

Yan Shu glanced at her and said, "Yes, how did you know?"

"I used to go to exhibitions and buy paintings for the company," Song Zhilin said with a smile, "It's amazing."

Yan Shu didn't expect to be praised by her, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She felt her face was hot, and quickly covered her cheeks with her hands, and said, "Just take a look."

Song Zhilin stood in front of the painting and asked, "Aren't you going to explain it to me?"

Her voice was so wronged that Yan Shu couldn't bear to hear it.

"How can I tell you..." Yan Shu whispered.

Song Zhilin blinked, not out of intention to tease her, but really wanted to hear her explain the meaning behind these paintings.

Don't they all say painting hearts?She really wanted to know what Yan Shu's paintings meant, even if she could see some of them herself, but people are always greedy. Of course Song Zhilin wanted to know more about Yan Shu's heart.

Yan Shu said, "I'm embarrassed to say..."

Song Zhilin stood beside Yan Shu, watching her ears slowly turn red, and hearing her soft voice, her heart also softened.

She figured it out right away.Would Yan Shu want to say something important?Yan Shu has already come to accompany her to see this exhibition, she can't ask for more and more.

Song Zhilin took Yan Shu's hand and said with a smile, "Then if you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

Yan Shu breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Can't you see it at all?"

"How could it be!" Song Zhilin retorted, "Of course I can tell, don't underestimate me."

Yan Shu said, "Then what else do I need to explain..."

Song Zhilin said solemnly: "Of course I do, I want to know more."

Song Zhilin looked at the exhibition, and Yan Shu looked at her.

Yan Shu was really thinking that she had already come to see the exhibition with Song Zhilin, so why not explain it to Song Zhilin.

There is no difference between these paintings and those just now, it's just that these paintings were drawn by myself.

Yan Shu opened his mouth several times, wanting to satisfy Song Zhilin's wish and explain it to her, but he couldn't say it out.

Yan Shu lowered her head and looked at her toes. She was organizing her words, trying to find a suitable beginning to explain her painting to Song Zhilin.

But it's really not a simple matter.

She was very ashamed to reveal her heart, these paintings were drawn with great effort by her, and it was already difficult for her just to bring Song Zhilin to see them.

After Song Zhilin looked around, he found Yan Shu's embarrassment.

"It's okay." Song Zhilin patted Yan Shu's head, "It's okay if you don't want to talk."

Yan Shu looked into her eyes and became more difficult: "But you want to hear it."

Song Zhilin looked at her seriously: "I'm already very happy if you accompany me to see the exhibition. I want you to explain it to me because I'm very greedy. You don't have to agree to every request I have."

Yan Shu said, "I want to agree to every request of yours."