Chapter 21
This sadness of parting lasted until he returned to Xun Mochen's villa.
Xun Mochen looked at Su Qianmian, who was sad and said, "It looks like you are lost. Did you lose money?" Su Qianmian is a big money fan, and Xun Mochen knew it for a long time.
Su Qianmian shook his head: "A very good friend has studied abroad. I'm very sad."
Xun Mochen frowned.
"He has helped me a lot in the creation of my novels. Alas, I will fight alone in the future."
Xun Mochen said, "Then let me help you." A tone of charity.
Su Qianmian raised his eyebrows and joked about him: "Oh? That's really hard for you. What did you learn in college?
It's really unacceptable to let a business person guide a literary youth like him.
Xun Mochen's slender fingers gently stroked the water cup and looked at Su Qianmian quietly: In this regard, she is really similar to someone.
"Applied physics and actuarialists." He said it slowly.
Su Qianmian looked surprised: "Double degree? And is it still such a abusive major? Tell me that you didn't graduate from a famous university.
Xun Mochen smiled treacherously: "Columbia University."
Su Qianmian, who has always been physically bad, is even more disgusted with Xun Mochen. And this disgust reached its peak when Xun Mochen guided Su Qianmian's final homework.
In order to show his talent, Xun Mochen took Su Qianmian's "High Mathematics" to explain. After learning that Su Qianmian's mathematics was always ridiculed, he resolutely told Su Qianmian. Su Qianmian spent the whole night to understand. The next day, he was happy and proudly showed off to the monitor proudly. He actually understood. Such a profound mathematical problem. The monitor only said, "Is it helpful for the math final exam?"
Su Qianmian was surprised and shook his head in pain.
The monitor walked away with a sigh.
When Su Qianmian was cooking in the evening, he threw a lot of salt in.
Although Xun Mochen's pig-killing knife seems to have no way to start in the final exam, it is still very helpful to Su Qianmian's novel competition.
"Qianqian, come here." Xun Mochen shouted in the studio.
Xun Mochen likes architecture and has a good skill. He has set up a special studio, which Su Qianmian never expected. Su Qianmian's impression of Xun Mochen has changed. A man in such a position can grow flowers and grass, collect porcelain, and now he can also draw pictures... Fighting and killing people are never soft, and the shopping mall is even more invincible. What kind of person is he?
But these Su Qianmian will not show it, as if it is a shame to show appreciation and worship for him.
Su Qianmian kicked Xiao Hei, who was pulling his leg, walked into the studio, and then closed Xiao Hei outside the door with a bang.
"Don't call me Qianqian! It seems how close I am to you."
Xun Mochen spread out his hands: "It's just living together."
"Are you flirting with me?" Su Qianmian felt that his temper had increased exponentially since he met Xun Mochen.
Xun Mochen smiled and said no.
Considering that Su Qianmian has been very busy recently, Xun Mochen has been ordering takeaway pizza recently, which saves Su Qianmian the time to cook and clean up the room, so that he has time to concentrate on preparing for exams and competitions.
Su Qianmian was still surprised about Xun Mochen's takeaway.
Because she has always felt that a boss like Xun Mochen should go in and out of high-end hotels every day, surrounded by a pile of warbler and swallows, and it is better to have a pile of flash lights, so as to highlight his extraordinary.
But the real situation is very much to her. For example, he has always gone home alone, has never brought back any woman, and there is no clue to judge that he has solved it outside. Can't he...?
In addition, his things are not high-grade, either they don't even have a label, or they are symbols that they have never seen. They are not the brands on TV at all.
In addition, he actually ate the food she cooked with relish. The takeaway was pizza, which really surprised Su Qianmian, just like finding that the idol he had been worshipping also had to go to the toilet, which made people choke and didn't know what to say.
The studio is large and concise, but a little messy. There are some unfinished paintings or line manuscripts scattered on the ground, but the large platform is neat, with all kinds of pencils, brushes, paints and drawing paper, as well as all kinds of books neatly placed, and even a detective novel. There are also a few paintings scattered on the table, which are Kandinsky's.
Xun Mochen picked up the knife and began to sharpen the pencil. His slender and white fingers were clear, his bones were clear, his expression was serious and focused, and the whole world was quiet.
"Come here." Xun Mochen said.
The sun shone down from the rose window and hit him all over his body. He was like a prince standing in the morning light, noble, elegant, handsome, with a charming smile and irresistible tenderness.
It's so real, it's so exciting.
"Take it." Xun Mochen gave the pencil to Su Qianmian.
"Are you going to teach me how to draw?" Su Qianmian asked.
"Literature and painting are both a kind of art, and maybe you can get inspiration from it. Even if there is no inspiration, it can help you calm down. Do you seem to be very irritable recently?
A strange feeling surged up in Su Qianmian's heart. Looking at Xun Mochen, his irritability turned into silence. He could only hear his careful breathing and heartbeat: "Oh, it's the end of the semester. There are too many things to review, and there is some pressure." She lied.
Xun Mochen nodded.
Su Qianmian sat next to Xun Mochen with a pencil.
"Do you remember the picture of the snake eating the elephant in The Little Prince?"
"Remember." Su Qianmian said.
"Other people may see it as a hat, or they can't understand it at all, because their thinking is not the same frequency as the child's 'I' - this is often the case, and some people are always difficult to figure out - but 'I' is very happy when drawing, because 'I' draws the idea of 'I', and It's so different."
"Painting is the process of enjoying loneliness - you like it very much..." Xun Mochen looked up at Su Qianmian.
"Planet B612." Su Qianmian replied.
Xun Mochen smiled and said, "Yes, planet B612, there are forty-three sunsets a day. You see, you can understand what I want to say now. If it were someone else, they might say, 'I like pizza'."
Su Qianmian laughed.
Xun Mochen gently held Su Qianmian's hand and drew a simple head on the white paper, with long hair, oblique bangs, and a sunny, lively and lovely girl.
Su Qianmian didn't know what he was doing at all, and all his spirit was concentrated on the big hands covering his little hands.
Outside the window is an endless blue sea and the same endless blue sky. Where the sea and sky meet, there are bursts of waves, like a heartbeat, like a fluttering white curtain, instantly fluttering on the face, light salty and refreshing.
Suddenly, Su Qianmian thought of forever.
Xun Mochen said lightly: "Life is like a watercolor painting. If you take a wrong step, your future goal may deviate from the original blueprint, but we can't come back. We can't make up for it as much as possible, but we can't go back to the beginning. If we don't get perfection, people can only accept flaws or give up."
Su Qianmian didn't expect that he would suddenly say this. Although she didn't quite understand, she wanted to know, "Then what will you do?" Give up or continue?" Su Qianmian asked.
Xun Mochen's face can be seen clearly. It is carved like a knife, but it exudes the clear light of a cold and sharp blade.
Cold, gentle and resolute.
Xun Mochen: "I won't let this situation happen."
"But what if it appears? - You know, I'm just saying if."
Xun Mochen thought seriously for a moment: "I will destroy it all."
Su Qianmian looked at him with some loss, and she didn't know why she was a little sad.
Xun Mochen sat down and drew quickly. The characters on the drawing paper changed rapidly with the flying of his fingers. In almost a few minutes, the original painting no longer existed, and a mature and intellectual beauty leaped on the paper.
Xun Mochen frowned and threw it away casually. He began to carefully draw the floor-to-ceiling windows, elegant curtains, and the blue sea in front of him.
"But painting is also very self-centered, because it is what you want to express your ideas, and you don't have to care about other people's opinions, because only you understand what you want to draw - the premise is that you want to be an artist rather than a painter - selling paintings for life, and artists need to endure loneliness."
Su Qianmian's dream is to make a lot of money, and in his heart, he has always had a dream of being a writer. She clenched her fist and said with a smile, "Geniuses are lonely, I understand. However, although there is something in common with novel creation and painting, my novels will definitely sell well one day, and I will become a famous novelist. Su Qianmian raised her head, and her eyes began to shine again.