Chapter 145:

Art Life (18)
He and Cui Yanlai’s gallery, in addition to taking the painting back, also came to see the paintings that other painters had just sent.
In fact, when I entered the gate, I saw Su Mo. Although I don’t know the purpose of his coming to the gallery, as long as he dares to do something in the gallery, there will be no good scenes.
When Su Mo ran out, he looked back at him. Cui Yan saw him turn back and followed him back. Although he was not very familiar with the back, he immediately knew who it was.
Seeing Cui Yan frowning, he pulled his hand and said, "Let's go, don't worry about him."
Perhaps it is the reason for the original instinct. Now, I not only like to paint, but also like to appreciate the works of other artists, and occasionally understand things from the works of other artists.
In Cui Yan’s private lounge, he was watching the painting, and Cui Yan sat and watched him. The two have no language exchanges, and the atmosphere is quiet and beautiful. Cui Yan feels that it is a very happy thing to live a life without change.
After reading the painting, I sat down next to Cui Yan. Cui Yan took the cup and handed it to him. After picking up two drinks and returning the cup to him, the two things were tacit and natural, and the atmosphere was very beautiful.
"I haven't had any inspiration recently. Should I go out and feel the customs of other places?" He said on the shoulder of Cui Yan that he has decided not to draw content related to previous generations. In order to get new inspiration, it is natural to go to some places to experience different scenery and life.
"Where do you want to go?" Cui Yan asked his hair.
"Well... I haven't thought about it yet. I will check it online first." He turned to look at him. "Are you free to accompany me?"
"Of course I want to go with you, don't you want to go alone?" Cui Yan asked him.
"...Can't I go alone?" Although he knew that he was unlikely to let himself go out alone, he still asked one in ten thousand.
"Of course not." Cui Yan did not want to say, if he really left him so far away, he still can't live a life of fear every day? If you are not afraid of 10,000, you will be afraid of it. If he does something in a place he cannot see, is it not his life?
"But you are so busy..." He said in his chest.
"Are you still graduating in a few months? I will try my best to spend time with you to travel." Cui Yan said.
"Okay." I think about it. If you really go out alone, he probably doesn't want to go.
"Do not worry, no matter where you want to go, I will definitely accompany you." Cui Yan held his face, sucking his lips, sucking his tongue into his mouth and teasing.
He leaned his head, responded to his kisses, and scorned his protest as his hand reached into his clothes.
I have been able to predict how I will live in the future, and I must be as happy and sweet as I have been in the past. Already so many pasts, even after the life is almost repeated as in previous days, he does not feel tired and never feel bored. Because I don't know when the reincarnation is over, I cherish every day I can spend with my lover, and pray that this life can grow longer and grow longer.
When Wu Xiuyuan’s father was still in the hospital, he knew that Wu Xiuyuan had hit someone, and that the person he had hit was Su Mo, and the gas almost passed. Although he woke up again after the rescue, he did not have to spend money to help Wu Xiuyuan solve the problem, but let the police shut him down for how long.
Wu Xiuyuan has completely abandoned himself and no longer spoke a word. Anyone who asks him does not answer, so what happens. After being shut down, the look of the embarrassing has not seen the original look, the whole person is like a rapid old.
Wu Xiuyuan looked like he had no soul, but in fact his brain was still clear. He knew that his life was completely finished. So no matter what, he doesn't care anymore. It doesn't matter if he is dead or alive, and Su Mo, who is hit by him and doesn't know how to live and die, doesn't matter.
Sometimes looking at the sky, Wu Xiuyuan still can not help but leave tears, thinking about everything if it is a dream, how good, if you can go back to how good. However, it is impossible, time cannot be reversed, and everything will not go back. Even if everything is a dream, he can't wake up from the nightmare in his life.
Su Mo did not die, but he was half dead. He is now a full body, and he can only lie in bed for a lifetime.
After Su Su’s mother knew that Su Mo’s car accident, Su’s father did not want to take care of him. Because of Su Mo’s reason, Su’s family was completely paralyzed. Su Mo’s brother could only go abroad again, but he did not continue. Studying, but looking for a job after dropping out of school, and then sending money back to parents for living expenses.
The Su family is now living in a tight budget. There is still a whole body of Su Mo, but although the Su family does not want to take care of it, Su Mo’s mother can’t help but take him back from the hospital to take care of him.
Su’s father couldn’t help but be angry when he saw Su’s heart. Every day, when Su’s father began to swear at Su Mo and said that he would throw him out, Su Mu could only cry silently.
Su Mo can't say complete words now, he can only use simple words in his voice, but his mind can still think. He felt that it was really meaningless to live like this. It was better to die, but what made him feel sad is that he has no ability to die now. He sometimes thinks, the man who hit him, why not just kill him, why bother to continue to endure the suffering in this world.
Su Mo is lying in bed every day, listening to his father's snoring, the spirit is getting more and more embarrassed, he feels that he is about to be free, but not, he has been alive, lived for a long time, so it has been painful for a long time.
In the rest of his life, he often does some weird dreams. Sometimes he dreams that he is a mermaid. Sometimes he dreams that he is working hard to play the piano. Sometimes he dreams about technology. Mech in the movie. But in those dreams, he is very, very painful, so many dreams, the constant superposition of pain, constantly afflicting his heart, so he is both physically and mentally suffering.
When he is awake, he will also think that if he does not copy the paintings of Mudu, things have not developed into the present, and those dreams have made him feel painful, but they also provided him with a lot of inspiration. With those inspirations, even if his achievements can't surpass the raft, he can certainly become a famous painter.
Even if his plagiarism is exposed, if he is not hit, it is good to have no whole body. At least he can draw, draw all the things he dreams of, and after many years, everyone forgets him. After doing those things, his paintings must still be famous.
As time passed, Su Mo’s dreams grew longer and longer, the content of the dream became clearer, and the painful emotions became stronger and stronger. Many times, he couldn't bear the pain and pleaded with his mother to let him die. Although Su Mu didn't want to see his son so painful, he couldn't make his son die unnaturally.
What people didn't expect was that Su Mo was lying in bed, and with his own perseverance, he finished a painting with his mouth, and this painting is still very good. His mother took the painting and sold it. He did not say who painted it, and sold a very good price. But this is the only painting in the second half of Su Mo's life. As the body becomes weaker, he can no longer draw with his mouth.
When he came out of the bathroom, he fell on the bed. He and Cui Yangang went out on a trip. Although the trip was very interesting, there was no place more comfortable than at home.
When he was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of opening the door. At this time, there would be no other people except Cui Yan, so he still stayed on the bed motionless.
"Tired?" Cui Yan pressed on his back, picked up his nightgown and stroked his leg.
"Yeah." He didn't open his eyes and answered him with a nasal voice.
"I just sent someone a very interesting thing, do you want to take a look?" Cui Yan's face was posted on his face.
"What is interesting?" He finally opened his eyes.
"I let people go to the studio. You will know when you go to see it." Cui Yan took the shackle.
I buried my face in his chest and licked it. After a little waking up, I went to the studio together.
When I saw the painting on the easel, I was stunned. The inexplicable familiarity came to me. He groaned for a while and asked, "Who is this, who painted it?"
"It was painted by Su Mo." Cui Yan said.

Su Mo?
He said with some surprises,
Is he not all over the body? Can he still draw?

"He really is paralyzed, but this painting is painted with his mouth." Cui Yan had some accidents when he saw the painting. He always sent people to pay attention to the every move of the Su family, so even Su Mo The mother did not say who painted it when she was selling the painting. He had already told him and sent the painting to him.
I still can't recover from shock and accident, but let him accidentally not Su Mo painted the painting with his mouth, but he recalled the scene of the painting, shocked him how he would draw such a painting .
"What's wrong?" Cui Yan saw her face a little bad, and asked him worried about it.
"Nothing." He said, "I feel tired."
"Sorry, let's go back to the room to sleep." Cui Yan kissed her forehead, then hugged him and walked straight back to the room.
He was lying on, but he was sleepy. He always thought about the painting he just saw, thinking about why Su Mo would paint such a scene. Could it be said that Su Mo is the artificial mermaid Abby of the last generation? Or who else from the last life? In short, it must be the one who saw the scene.
He has never fallen asleep. Cui Yan can naturally feel it. He pats his back and says, "Not that tired? Why don't you sleep?"
"I don't like the picture," he said.
"I will burn the painting tomorrow." Cui Yan did not ask the reason, and immediately replied, he had some self-blame in his heart, and felt that he should not let Yan see the painting, although he saw the painting. There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity, so he can't wait to let him see it. If you know that you will be in a bad mood, he will never let this picture appear in front of you.
He is holding Cui Yan, burying his face in his chest, soothing himself in his heart, don't think too much, even if Su Mo is Abby, what can he do? Don't say that he is now stunned, even if he is physically strong, he can't fight himself.
After that, I also paid attention to the Su Mo family for a while. I wanted to wait for Su Mo to draw other paintings, but I have not waited for a long time. The person sent by Cui Yan determined that Su Mo could never use his mouth to paint again. He slowly left this thing behind. He was not afraid that Su Mo would paint again, just wanted See what he will draw.
The shackles of this world still cherish the happiness he has received, and Cui Yan’s love for him is carefree and has no troubles for the rest of his life.