Suo Qingjun Chapter 48

art exhibition

The night was getting darker, and the lights in the apartment were warm, making the shadows of the four people long.

Xu Baiyan was sleeping soundly on the sofa, his head moving slowly. Seeing this, Song Xu got up, took a thin blanket, and gently covered him.Movements were as light as if they were afraid of disturbing the moonlight outside the window. Jin Xianling took in the whole scene and leaned close to Qing Feng’an’s ear, speaking in a very low voice: “Master, look at Mr. Song, he is so nice to Mr. Xu, but he pretends to be cold.”

Qing Feng Anzheng was holding a picture album and looking at it intently. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and his eyes fell on Song Xu.The man was standing next to the sofa, looking down at Xu Baiyan’s sleeping face. The coldness in his eyes turned into soft waves, and even the corners of his normally straight lips were slightly curved.

“The authorities are confused, but those who watch are clear.” Qing Feng’an said calmly, and paused while flipping through the album, “Mr. Xu has a simple mind, I’m afraid he didn’t think that way.”

Jin Xianling sneered, stretched out his hand to tighten Qing Feng’s collar, and said in a young man’s tone: “In my opinion, Mr. Song is pretending to be confused, and he is so anxious that he won’t tell the truth.”

As soon as he said these words, Song Xu raised his eyes and looked over, and his eyes met Jin Xianling’s.The young man was not frightened at all, but raised his eyebrows at him, the teasing in his eyes was clear.Song Xu’s ears reddened unnoticeably for a moment, then he turned around and walked to the window, pretending to look at the night scene, but the slightly stiff back betrayed his thoughts.

Qing Feng’an couldn’t help but chuckle, and reached out to knock Jin Xianling’s forehead: “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Jin Xianling rubbed his forehead in pain, but smiled even more happily. He leaned on Qing Feng’an’s shoulder and rubbed it as if he was cheating: “Master is partial. It’s obviously Mr. Song who can’t hide it himself.”

The whispers between the two fell into Song Xu’s ears, and his fingertips lightly scratched the window glass, leaving a shallow mark.The moonlight from the window shone in and fell on the side of his face, making his usually cold face soften a lot.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Xu Baiyan suddenly let out a groan, opened his eyes drowsily, rubbed his eyes and sat up. The blanket slid down his shoulders. Song Xu quickly reached out to catch it and covered him again.

“What time is it?” Xu Baiyan yawned, his voice hoarse as if he had just woken up. His eyes swept across the living room, only to find that Qing Fengan and Jin Xianling were still there. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, “Oh, why did I fall asleep? Why didn’t you call me?”

“Seeing that you are sleeping soundly, you don’t want to scream.” Jin Xianling said with a smile, the narrowing in her eyes has not dissipated.

Xu Baiyan chuckled, scratched his head, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up: “By the way! I’m going to an art exhibition near the studio tomorrow. Do you want to go together? I heard that this art exhibition has a lot of antique illustrations, and Mr. Qing Feng’an will definitely like it!”

Qing Feng’an paused while flipping through the picture album, and a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes.He has always liked these pen and ink paintings, but in this other world, it is rare to have the opportunity to see paintings that suit his liking.

Jin Xianling saw what he was thinking and nodded immediately: “Go! If Master wants to go, I will accompany him.”

Xu Baiyan cheered, turned to look at Song Xu, and said in a coquettish tone: “Song Xu, why don’t you come too! You can help me carry things when you go.”

Song Xu looked into his shining eyes, swallowed the words of rejection as he spoke, and finally just said lightly: “Okay.”

Xu Baiyan smiled even more happily, as if he had received some great reward. He came close to Song Xu and chattered interesting things about the art exhibition. He completely failed to notice the gentleness in the man’s eyes when he looked at him.

Early the next morning, the four of them went out.The art exhibition is not far from the apartment, just a ten-minute walk away.

People were coming and going in the exhibition hall. Xu Baiyan was like a happy rabbit. He ran to this painting and praised it, and then ran to that painting and took out his sketchbook to copy a few strokes.Song Xu followed him, holding his backpack in his hand, and had to pay attention to him from time to time to prevent him from being hit by people passing by.

Qing Feng’an looked at it very seriously. The landscape figures in those ancient illustrations reminded him of his years as a master.Jin Xianling was by his side, not as quiet as usual. She only occasionally bent down and whispered in his ear: “Master, does this painting look good?”

Qing Feng’an nodded and brushed the carvings on the frame with his fingertips. There was a bit of nostalgia in his voice: “The painting is good, quite a bit like the painting master of the master.”

Jin Xianling took a closer look and frowned slightly: “I look at it, it’s not half as good as what Master painted.”

These words had a bit of the arrogance of a young man, but they were said extremely seriously.Qing Feng’an couldn’t help laughing, and reached out to pinch his cheek: “You are the only one with a sweet mouth.”

The interaction between the two fell into Song Xu’s eyes. His eyes moved slightly, and he turned to look at Xu Baiyan, who was staring at a painting not far away, and walked over involuntarily.

“Like it?” Song Xu’s low voice reached Xu Baiyan’s ears clearly in the noisy exhibition hall.

Xu Baiyan was startled, turned around and saw him, and patted his chest: “Why don’t you make any noise when you walk? You scared me.” He paused, pointed at the painting, his eyes full of admiration, “The artistic conception of this painting is really good, if only I could paint a painting like this.”

It was a painting of drinking alone under the moon. The person in the painting was dressed in white, standing under the peach blossom tree, raising a glass to the moon. The loneliness between his brows and eyes revealed a bit of freedom and ease.

Song Xu followed his gaze and said calmly: “You can do it too.”

Xu Baiyan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him, his eyes full of surprise: “Really?”

“Yes.” Song Xu nodded, his eyes falling on his face, and his tone was more serious than ever before, “There is a spirit in your paintings that no one else has.”

Xu Baiyan’s cheeks turned red instantly, like a ripe apple. He turned his head away, not daring to look into Song Xu’s eyes, and muttered: “Stop coaxing me.”

Song Xu didn’t say anything, he just stood beside him and watched the paintings with him.The sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the exhibition hall, falling warmly on the two of them.

After wandering around until noon, the four of them found a nearby restaurant to eat.Xu Baiyan ordered a table full of dishes, all of which were favorites of everyone.He remembered that Qing Feng’an didn’t like sweetness and specifically asked the boss to put less sugar; he remembered that Jin Xianling loved spicy food and ordered a spicy hot pot; he also remembered that Song Xu had a stomach problem and ordered a bowl of millet porridge to nourish the stomach.

Song Xu looked at the dishes on the table, the warmth in his eyes almost overflowing.He picked up the millet porridge and handed it to Xu Baiyan: “Have a bowl of porridge first.”

Xu Baiyan was not polite, took it, took a big sip, and said vaguely: “It tastes good.”

Jin Xianling looked at this scene, then looked at Qing Fengan who was eating vegetables slowly beside her, and suddenly felt that life like this was really good.There is no restraint of the rules of the master, no turmoil in the world, only the people around him, and the warm atmosphere.

After eating, the four of them walked slowly back along the street.The afternoon sun was just right, and the breeze was blowing, carrying the fragrance of flowers from the flower shop on the street.

Xu Baiyan walked in the front, jumping and chasing a butterfly. Song Xu followed behind him, his eyes never leaving.Jin Xianling held Qing Fengan’s hand and walked behind. The two of them walked slowly and slowly. They occasionally looked at each other and smiled. The tenderness in their eyes could not be hidden.

Banxia novel, a lot of fun