Joe Mai MACHINE TRANSLATION

  Just when ru Yu had forgotten about Song Yuxi, Song Yuxi suddenly appeared in front of her again.

  That day, her studio was closed, and the staff had already left. Because she had to finish the painting in hand, she had to work overtime for a while, so she was the last one to leave.

  Just as she arrived at the door, she suddenly saw a person standing at the door. She thought that she was lowering her head to change her shoes, so she said without raising her head, “if you want to buy a painting, you’ll probably have to come tomorrow. The staff are all off duty. ”


  “But I’m in a hurry to buy a painting. ” The woman’s voice was very beautiful and pleasant, but she seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

  Ru Yu could not help but raise her head, but she was stunned because the woman who was in a hurry to buy a painting was actually Song Yuxi.

  She recognized Song Yuxi, but Song Yuxi probably did not know her. She still looked at her with a smile and begged in a low voice, “Miss, can you help me this time? I don’t need much time. I’ll leave after I buy one of your paintings. ”


  “You can go to another art gallery to buy a painting. ” Ru Yu was very tired from painting today, so she was not in the mood to receive this customer who suddenly came.

  “But he said that he only likes your paintings, ” Song Yuxi said in a good-natured manner. “Miss, I’m sorry to trouble you. You know how it is when you give someone a painting. You have to do what they want, right? He will definitely be unhappy if you give someone else a painting. ”


  Ru Yu hesitated for a moment. Since Song Yuxi came to buy a painting, she would not chase her out, right So she nodded and finally went to open the door of the exhibition hall for her to see the painting.

  The exhibition hall was filled with her paintings. Some were from a few years ago, and some had just come back from painting in Darjeeling. The scenery was different, and the artistic conception was different, so the price was different.

  “I like this one. ” Song Ruyu pointed at a painting that was as red as blood and shouted excitedly, “I like this flower the most. It’s so beautiful, just like my blood from seven years ago. ”


  “.……”ru Yu was speechless ……

  “Can you sell this painting to me? ” Song Ruyu couldn’t put it down, and she looked like she liked it a lot.

  “This is ‘the resurrection Lily’ , ” Ru Yu reminded her in a professional manner. “This is my work from five years ago, and I’ve been hanging it here. This painting looks good, and it would be fine if I hung it in my own room. However, it’s really not suitable to give it to others. If you give it to someone, you should give them the peonies over there, which means that the flowers are blooming and rich. ”


  “No, I don’t want peonies. ” Song Yuxi insisted on her own opinion. “I want this Resurrection Lily. I think it’s very beautiful. Besides, doesn’t the flower language of the Resurrection Lily mean that we miss each other? ”


  It was only then that ru Yu remembered that the flower language of the Resurrection Lily in Korea meant that they miss each other, and the flower language that was deeply ingrained in her mind was a mess of bad luck and so on.

  “Alright, since you want it, then I’ll give it to you. ” Ru Yu did not want to waste time with her, so she brought a ladder over to help her take down the painting and handed it to her.

  The price was not cheap, and her paintings were never cheap. Fortunately, Song Yuxi was probably a rich person, so she did not say the price. She paid the original price and walked out of the studio with Ru Yu.

  “Aren’t you going to ask what kind of friend I want to give it to? ” The two of them took the elevator down together. Song Yuxi looked at her and asked softly.

  “It’s probably a boyfriend, ” ru Yu guessed. After all, most friends would not give such a painting to the Resurrection Lily, right?

  “He’s a painter after all. I guessed it right away. ” Song Yuxi smiled sweetly and held the painting in her hand. “tomorrow is his birthday. I haven’t celebrated his birthday for seven years, so I decided to give him a painting. ”