His hand pressed a light blue button on the wall, and suddenly, the whole room was filled with beautiful and dreamy lights like light golden powder.
Then, his hand slowly moved away from Huanyan's eyes, and her gaze gradually became clearer.
Huanyan only felt her heart beating wildly, beating so fast, as if she was about to jump out of her throat at any time!
The room is big, with golden pink lights sprinkled on the ceiling, reflecting everything as beautiful as a fairy tale.
This room seems to be a gallery, but it is a bit more warm and romantic than ordinary galleries.
——Huh? She seems familiar here...
By the way, it was the location where the photo she saw in the convenience store that time!
Her heart couldn't help but tense!
Could Senior Xiao ask her to see it...
Could it be...
She raised her eyes and found that in this room of at least 300 square meters, there were many paintings framed with white wood on the light beige wall!
Each of these paintings is so familiar.
That was her face, she was thinking, she was smiling, she spread her arms in the sun, she was reading books in a corner of the classroom, she was scattering her hair, she was combing her ponytail, and she was walking with an umbrella in the rain
, she is wandering around...
Some are sketches, some are oil paintings, and some are watercolors. However, no matter what form of expression, you can see every stroke, which is soaked in the man's deep love and longing for the woman in his pen!
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Huanyan suddenly remembered that she saw a magazine interview with Xiao Yunnuo. At that time, she thought the person wearing a white sweater was her sister's oil paintings, but she knew that the oil paintings here were hers at first glance.
Xiao Yunnuo walked behind her and slowly spoke: "When you left A University, I couldn't find you everywhere. Later, when I knew you were the woman I used to be, I spent a huge price.
The whole school is looking for photos of you that may be there.
Sure enough, I found a lot!
However, some were created based on my imagination.
During these four years, whenever my longing for you cannot be relieved and my apology for you cannot be expressed, I will draw paintings about you..."
A tear rolled out from Huanyan's eyes, and she murmured: "But I thought it was my sister before..."
"No! Ye Xiaoyu is not on the painting, it's always you!"
"Is that the interview picture too?"
"What do you think?" Huanyan turned her head, found the painting, and hung it in the most prominent position in the studio.
The woman in the painting frowned and thoughtful, so beautiful, you can tell at a glance that the person who painted must love this woman deeply, and even her eyelashes are filled with deep love.
She bit her lip: "But I saw that the picture was wearing my sister's white sweater..."
"Smiling sweater? No..." Xiao Yunnuo laughed, "I've seen you wear this dress. It was a drama troupe to climb a mountain. Have you forgotten? I took a secret photo of you, and this photo has always been
My most precious collection…”
Huanyan was slightly stunned... By the way, she did wear her sister's sweater. When she climbed the mountain, she took a short-sleeved T-shirt from home. She was so cold that she shivered. Her sister put the sweater she had been in school.
Take her...
She always thought that the painting was her sister, but it was her...