Chapter 560

Cheng Yuan was a fool, and the whole person was surprised.

Why do you treat her so well when you help her with violin training classes? Besides, -

"it seems that I can't do this at my level." Cheng Yuan said.

She now has 100% self-knowledge of herself, and she will never be so blind and confident as before, thinking that she can hook up with mu zhanchen.

Now she had to think twice about what mu zhanchen said, especially the good words. After all, she didn't get a good whip.

Mu zhanchen waved to Du Yu. Du Yu stepped forward and said: "of course, it's not to ask you to open this training class casually. What you need to do is to put on the ring. Answer the questions of all the consultants. When you ask about your family, you should reveal that your husband loves you. I love you very much. This training class is also because you have this ideal. Although he is reluctant to let you work, he still respects you. "

Cheng Yuan's heart is confused. She still doesn't know what mu zhanchen is doing.

Is this some strange ceremony to mourn the woman you used to like?

However, it happened that Gu Mianmian had a different place in his heart.

Cheng Yuan has no idea.

Mu zhanchen certainly won't tell Cheng Yuan the most important thing, and doesn't need to let Cheng Yuan know so much.

Du Yu took a look at Cheng Yuan and said, "in these days of your cultivation, I will do the training for you personally. In addition, the store will hire another violin teacher, so you don't need to worry too much about professional matters."

Let Cheng Yuan think that opening this training class is the key. The less she knows, the better for her.

Where does Cheng Yuan dare to ask what, but also dare not refute, hastily declared: "I will seriously learn."

Yes, it will. Don't make any more trouble this time. Just take the money and leave as long as you get things done.

She's going to be an actress now.

Coming out of the villa, mu zhanchen is still in a bad mood.

After filling in the emptiness of the body, the mind becomes more empty.

Mingming only touched Gu Mianmian last night, but now I miss her even more.

At this time, Gu Mianmian began to concentrate on painting in the studio.

Because she said she wanted to draw the Isabella butterfly, Lu Yusheng stayed in the studio and played for Gu Mianmian.

When Shao Hua came, he heard melodious music from a distance. I thought I was in the wrong place.

Who knows, when I peek out the door, I see Lu Yusheng playing the violin, while Gu Mianmian is concentrating on painting.

Shocked by the quiet scene, Shao Hua secretly closed the door and left by himself.

Gu Mianmian was completely immersed in the painting and in a state of selflessness.

Lu Yusheng's eyes fell on Gu Mianmian, who waved his brush attentively.

From his point of view, we can't see Gu Mianmian's paintings, so we can only guess.

Isabella butterfly is flying to the palace of Almighty God. Who and what kind of wishes will he take.

If it's her wish, that wish, it must be a sad wish. But it's definitely a warm wish.

This painting is gradually stained with the sad and warm color of Gu Mianmian.

Looking at Gu Mianmian like this, Lu Yusheng was in an incredible mood again. He felt that Gu Mianmian's sad and warm emotion seemed to have passed on to his string.

Lu Yusheng was surrounded by warm feelings and a little sad.

She is sad because of that man, because that man loves another woman. She was lovelorn.

What is the feeling called love? Especially this kind of sincere and warm, but not to respond to the feelings. What is it like?

He needs a little love story in his music.

If you ask her directly, she will be angry.

Two people unconsciously from the morning until the afternoon.

Gu Mianmian's painting forgets to eat and sleep. Actually, he didn't feel hungry. Lu Yu Sheng also played from morning to night, thinking three times and four times in his head. I have also thrown the matter of eating out of my mind.

After Gu Mianmian's last stroke, the gorgeous blue-green butterfly crossed the clouds. The Almighty Lord holds out his hand to the butterfly.

Gu Mianmian breathed: "I'm done."

Lu Yusheng came over to make the first audience to appreciate the painting.

Seeing the painting, Lu Yusheng was slightly stunned.

Gu Mianmian gets up. Stretch a waist: "how, draw of still can?"

Lu Yusheng thought deeply: "your painting What is the theme

Gu Mianmian blinked: "not clear? Didn't I say that? There is a legend about this kind of butterfly. Just make a wish on it. It can take this wish to heaven and tell it to the Lord, and the wish will come true. The moment it ascends to heaven, the Almighty Lord reaches out a kind hand to it. "

Lu Yusheng frowned.No, it shouldn't be.

Gu Mianmian turns back. A pair of moving water eyes, quiet and gentle in the light and shadow of dusk.

"What's the matter. Do I draw strangely? "

Lu Yusheng stares at Gu Mianmian deeply. Her expression has no flaw. It doesn't seem to be concealing. And Lu Yusheng didn't feel that she concealed the true meaning of the painting.

She doesn't have to, does she.

So is this the unconscious, subconscious painting?

As a talented musician, Lu Yusheng himself knows this feeling.

Sometimes inspiration is unconscious. It's a kind of hazy feeling that I am also ignorant.

When Gu Mianmian was painting this painting, he unconsciously added emotional inspiration that he could not explain clearly.

Shaking his head slightly, Lu Yusheng said, "this painting is not a butterfly or a kind Lord. Don't you realize it? It's a redemption of love."

Gu Mianmian looked silly, and then frowned: "Hello, I am the author here. You're over interpreting something. "

Lu Yusheng sighed: "the feeling that this butterfly gives me is not a pious prayer, but a love. Through the clouds, moths to the fire, to her beloved Lord. And its Lord is not compassion, but gentleness. What I think is love. " Lu Yusheng's eyes seemed to have the power to uncover the deepest secrets of people's hearts. He looked at Gu Mianmian and said, "this is not the omnipotent God. It's the God in your heart."

The one you love, for you, can give you the only Redeemer.

Gu Mianmian panicked and went to see the painting again. All his feelings were exposed.

Indeed, when she drew this picture, her mind was empty, but clearly empty, she had a face of admiring the war time.

Gu Mianmian bowed her head, and the dusk covered the sadness and confusion on her face.

"That painting is really a failure." Gu Mianmian picked up the drawing board and threw it away: "I'll draw again."

Lu Yusheng quickly stopped her: "no, this painting is not a failure, it is very successful! If you take this painting and publish it in the newspaper, there will be reporters and photographers coming in a moment. Believe me. "