The time of the city

Chapter 109 Art Exhibition

A few days later, Yujia Gallery held an art exhibition for Xiao Hecheng as scheduled. After Mo Yu confirmed the time with Xiao Hecheng the night before, she set the alarm clock. When the alarm clock rang in the morning, she got out of bed and changed into the clothes she had picked last night.

Going downstairs, she found a steaming hot breakfast on the table. She guessed that the part-time worker had just left. Ever since she and Ni Jiamu had quarreled, he had hired a part-time worker to cook for her.

Mo Yu sat down, took a steamed dumpling and put it in her mouth. Looking at the empty seat opposite her, she suddenly felt a little guilty. No matter how delicious the food was, it would taste bland. So she simply stood up, picked up her bag and went out.

On the way, Mo Yu sent several messages to Lin Xiao, but she didn't reply. She wondered if she hadn't woken up yet.

When they arrived at the gallery, there was still half an hour before the event started, but there were already many people gathered at the door, and many reporters and cameras were invited. Thinking that Chen Xu should be preparing to promote Xiao Hecheng, Mo Yu couldn't help but feel happy for him.

Mo Yu took out her phone, but Lin Xiao still hadn't replied. "Let's wait a little longer. The event hasn't started yet anyway, so let's find a place to sit first."

She remembered that there were several rows of benches near the gallery, so she walked towards there. It seemed that there was only one person sitting there. The more she looked, the more she looked like Lin Xiao.

She walked closer and saw it was indeed her, but she was asleep. She was holding her bag, nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice, and seemed to be drooling.

It's a little cute, but mostly embarrassing. No wonder everyone's flocking here; it turns out they're all watching "Sleeping Beauty." Mo Yu can already imagine she'll see a video on Douyin soon about a woman falling asleep at the entrance of an art gallery during an exhibition.

Mo Yu stepped forward and patted her shoulder. "Xiao Xiao, wake up quickly. Why are you sleeping here?"

Lin Xiao was so frightened that she nearly fell to the ground. The feeling was especially reminiscent of that time in high school when she fell asleep and her teacher came to call her deskmate. But when she opened her eyes and saw so many people looking at her, she was even more terrified.

She pulled Mo Yu up, covered her face, and ran to a place with few people. "Xiao Yu, you are so embarrassing. There weren't so many people here when I came this morning."

Mo Yu wiped the saliva marks from Lin Xiao's mouth with a piece of paper. "What time did you come?"

"I came at six. Last night I asked Qiao Mu to write the time on a sticky note for me, but he wrote nine. I got up at five-thirty to go to the bathroom and held the paper upside down. I thought I was going to be late. You have no idea how anxious I was."

Mo Yu was at a loss for words. How could she have such a simple-minded friend? "You can't even think about it, it starts at six o'clock." She tapped Lin Xiao on the head.

"When I arrived, no one was there. I was cold and sleepy, so I fell asleep. Ah, how embarrassing!" She covered her face. "Fortunately, I broke up with Qiao Feng, otherwise I would have lost all his face."

The two waited for a while, and once the event started, they followed the large group into the gallery.

The first thing that catches your eye is Xiao Hecheng's paintings. Most of his paintings use bright colors, and the use of rich color combinations and high-purity color ratios makes the entire picture look more visually impactful.

His paintings are full of hope and life, and every inch of his life is full of infinite possibilities. His blood is mixed with dust, sunshine and the spirit of not bowing to fate.

"You're such a good painter. You must have been cultivating this skill since you were young, right?"

"Look, the introduction says he's an orphan. He came from the slums of America. How could he have the money to study? He taught himself."

"Wow, he's amazing and handsome too."

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Mo Yu listened to the conversations of the people around her and couldn't help but sigh, "May Hecheng shine forever like this."

"Xiao Yu, I feel like He Cheng is going to be famous. I see so many reporters interviewing him. It seems like Brother Jia Mu was just trying to scare you before. He is a very clear-cut person in terms of public and private life. However, He Cheng really wants to thank your gallery this time."

Mo Yu looked at Xiao Hecheng who was surrounded by reporters. "It's not our credit, it's his own ability. Gold will always shine."

"Another very important factor is Hecheng's appearance. You have to know that beauty combined with any other card is a king bomb."

Xiao Hecheng was surrounded by reporters and cameramen, which made it difficult for him to adapt. His eyes scanned the gallery until he saw that figure, and his nervous heart finally calmed down.

"Xiao Hecheng heard that you are from the United States. Will you stay in City A in the future?"

"I will stay in City A forever."

In the United States, Song Fei, who was sitting on the street, was also watching this live broadcast. It was the first time he saw Xiao Hecheng in a suit. Although it was through the screen, it was enough to amaze him for a long time.

When she heard him say he would stay in City A, she couldn't help but shed tears. She turned off the live broadcast and stared blankly at the traffic light across the street.

She didn't cry when her classmates wrongly accused her, she didn't cry when the principal ridiculed her, and she didn't cry when she was expelled from school. But this incident made her completely collapse.

The pitch-black night was filled with starlight scattered under the mottled shadows of the trees. The evening breeze gently blew on the branches and leaves, which laughed as they swayed. The figures under the street lights were sparse, in groups of three or five, or in pairs, and they also went away into the distance with the moon.

She was alone, all alone.

"We've looked at all your works and found that they all end with a little sun. What does that mean to you?"

When Mo Yu heard the reporter's question, she turned to look at Xiao Hecheng on the stage.

"I am a person. There is no sun in my sky. It is always dark, but it is not dark because there is something replacing the sun. Although it is not as bright as the sun, it is enough for me. With this light, I can treat the night as day, so that is my sun."

"Then can you tell me who is the person who brings you hope? Is it your parents, teachers, or someone you like?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you right now."

"Okay, today's interview time is up." After saying this, several security guards escorted Xiao Hecheng upstairs.

Lin Xiao put her eyes close to the paintings and observed them carefully. "Hey, if they hadn't told me, I wouldn't have noticed. There really is a sun in every painting. I think the sun must be the person he likes. Do you think it's Xiaoyu?"

Mo Yu shook her head, "I don't know."

"Hey, Xiaoyu, I will also leave a mark on my paintings in the future. You should leave one too. Xiao Hecheng is the sun, you are the moon, and I am the stars."

Mo Yu pinched her face and asked, "Do you know what we call that?" Lin Xiao shook her head. "It's called Dong Shi imitating Pin."