She walked over, and he opened the box and took out the paintings inside.

"I know that you saw these things that day, and you were confused and even suspicious. But at the beginning, I hadn't figured out how to tell you. My cousin just called and asked if I hadn't told you. Although you didn't take the initiative to ask, no matter whether you found these paintings that day, I don't want to hide them. Instead, I will find a suitable time to tell you...my past."

Lin Chenxin looked down at the painting, his black eyes were deep, and he spoke for a while, his voice was slightly hoarse:

"This is what I left behind, and the last box belongs to the paintings I drew."

"I have all the rest of it."

Weiyang was stunned.

So he slowly told a story.

Lin Chenxin likes to draw since he was a child. When other boys throw sandbags and play racing, he likes to draw paintings all day in the room alone.

He has a special talent in drawing. He can almost never forget what he wants to draw. He can draw a few glances at the things he wants to draw and outline their appearance.

But even such a simple interest could not get Lin Jiageng's consent because his father believed that painting was not something that Lin Chenxin had to pursue a lifelong career.

In high school, he broke up with his father for a while because he had to take an art school.

Later, Lin Jiageng compromised, but there was a requirement - Lin Chenxin also had to independently study business management courses in college. Lin Chenxin agreed.

Finally, he was admitted to the best school in the country. In college, his painting skills were recognized by his teachers. Everyone said that he could be a painter in the future, so he said to his father: "I won't take over the company, I will continue to draw."

Thinking about it now, he was indeed a little willful at that time because he was the only son of the family, and Jiamu Tianhe was a career that his father and mother worked together. They had high hopes for him and could understand that they could have understood.

But at that time, his dreams were paramount.

He is unwilling to give up what he loves.

After he proposed it, Lin Jiageng was naturally furious, so the two fell into an as if endless quarrel, and their relationship was on the verge of breaking down again.

Suddenly one day, my father said to him: "I promise you a painter dream, but there is a condition."

A whole year after graduation, he would stop Lin Chenxin's card, freeze all his money, and let him rent a house outside, rely on painting to make a living, and see if he can support himself in a year.

Lin Chenxin agreed. At that time, he was full of warmth and did not worry about the future at all.

Even if he is separated from his father's wings, he will definitely be able to live a good life.

After graduation, he took the money he earned from selling paintings before, and first rented a luxurious single apartment and a studio, and started working hard.

But for three months, he only sold one.

Because the funds were gradually exhausted and he could not afford the rent, he had to move out of the apartment and rented a very simple one-bedroom and one-living room next to the studio.

He was unwilling to give up and felt that something was wrong, so he contacted his classmates and asked them to help promote it. However, many customers who came to see the painting said that he was just an unknown painter and had the courage to sell a painting at such a high price.

Lin Chenxin had no choice but to compromise in life and sold it at a low price, but only a few of them were sold.

He couldn't afford to make ends meet, and the money in his pocket was getting less and less. Half a year passed, and he couldn't even afford to rent a bedroom and living room. Finally, he moved to the basement. He had always been used to the life of the eldest young master, but he couldn't hold on for a while, but in the end he chose to continue.

He felt that he was just lacking a little luck, and he would definitely be able to wait for that little luck.

But he didn't expect that what he had to wait first was to crush the last straw to kill him.

There is his favorite painting called "Hand of the **". He started writing since his sophomore year and finally completed it after more than three years.

At that time, he had fallen to the point where he could only eat one meal a day, and life was extremely difficult.

Friends around him say that this painting will definitely be favored by Bole. If someone buys it, his financial and living conditions will be "resurrected" and tells his father that he can do it.

Sure enough, after he exhibited the painting, it attracted the attention of many people. However, many people said they liked it, but no one wanted to buy it. Until a middle-aged man appeared, he said that he had collected many paintings and admired them very much when he saw Lin Chenxin's works.

The two communicated for a long time, and the other party decided to buy it at the price set by Lin Chenxin. However, on the day of the transaction, the other party did not appear for a long time.

He called in confusion, but he knew that the attitude on the other end changed by 180 degrees:

"I suddenly regret it and don't want to buy it."

"How can you regret it?"

"I suddenly felt that your drawing was very average. I thought about it and thought that it would take up land for nothing when I bought it. I just forgot it, I'm sorry."

Lin Chenxin was furious and said some serious words. The other party sarcastically sarcastically and insulted him: "You are just a garbage painter and you plan to force yourself to buy and sell it?! I can only give it to me with that painting."

"I advise you not to do the painting industry. You are not the one who makes a living at all. If you really have the ability, you can buy it if you can find someone else. Sorry, I really don't like your painting..."

That day, Lin Chenxin heard the most humiliating words in the world.

Just like before, he heard Lin Jiageng say to his mother, "Even if he asked him to draw, he wouldn't be able to draw any name."

He grew up so old that he collapsed for the first time. He threw away his brush and painted the entire studio paintings, including his favorite "Hand of the **".

The only box left was Qiao Bai hugged him and refused to destroy him.

He lay in the dark basement, drunken and dreaming.

On the last day, when he returned to the Lin family, he stood in front of Lin Jiageng and smiled: "I'll come back and take over the company."

Since then, he has never touched the brush again.

He never said he likes to draw again.

After hearing him, Weiyang finally realized why he said in the studio before, "Many painters can't even support themselves."

It turned out that he had a very long-awaited future just like her now, but all of this was broken.

"Lin Chenxin..."

The man sat by the bed, his eyebrows were drooping, looking at the wooden box, and tugging at the corner of his mouth:

"I thought my father didn't understand me. I was just a marionette of him and had to move forward on the track he designed, but later I realized that I was not qualified to live the way I like."

His efforts are nothing, and his love is nothing, everything is fake. He bets on everything, but he lost nothing.

He looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes were scarlet:

"Yangyang, I have persisted for thirteen years, but I still failed. Why..."

He lowered his head and fell into a warm embrace.

Han Weiyang quickly stepped forward, hugged him tightly in his arms, and closed his wet eyes.

"Lin Chenxin... Why does this world require you? That's its business."

"But no matter how harsh it is, I will always prefer you."

The author has something to say: The past about Lin Gou has not been explained yet, and the next chapter will continue, and it is almost finished-

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"Stranded" by Puff Puff: Non-mainstream Youth Pain Crematorium Literature/Dog Blood/Reunion after a long separation/Extreme (female protagonist) x Pride (male protagonist)

A few years ago, everyone knew that Gu Xiang was the most protective of Lu Yao.

Someone bullied Lu Yao, and Gu Xiang was the first to grab the man's collar and questioned him; Lu Yao was afraid of the cold, and Gu Xiang was the first to put on her clothes; Lu Yao was sick, and Gu Xiang was the first to be with her.

Lu Yao thought that everyone would leave and everyone would part, but he would not be between him and Gu Xiang. Until an accident later, Gu Xiang went abroad for four years.

Never come back.

Later, when I heard that the third young master of Gu returned to China, a stir in the circle was in turmoil.

Many famous socialites flocked to each other, but later, at a party, they saw the arrogant man holding a little girl's hand and calling her over and over again: "Yaoyao."

Lu Yao's eyes didn't move for a moment, and he turned around resolutely: "Gu Xiang, I don't matter to you."

2 The third young master of Gu is the most unrestrained among the brothers, but one day, the young master suddenly changed his temper and ran behind a little girl.

Everyone joked, "Can this little girl still make the young master of the Gu family turn back?"

But later they saw Gu Xiang holding a little girl with a 70-minute breast that looked like Lu Yao, looking heartbroken, and saw Gu Xiang running behind Lu Yao.

They gradually realized that Gu Xiang and Lu Yao did not need Gu Xiang to turn back from beginning to end, but he begged Lu Yao to turn back.

【Small Theater】

On a rainy night in the south city, lightning and thunder were roaring. In the empty room, Lu Yao was curled up in the corner and the doorbell suddenly rang.

The man was a little embarrassed after getting wet, and reached out to bring her into his arms, covered her ears with both hands, and his voice trembled: "Yaoyao, don't be afraid."-

I'll protect you here.
Chapter completed!