When Cen Wenshu was 21 years old, she sold her painting for 500 yuan and was so happy that she treated her best friend to a barbecue.
Three years later, he accidentally discovered that the painting was under someone else's name and had become someone else's masterpiece, with a price tag of 230,000.
She rushed to the gallery where the painting was exhibited to defend her rights, and bumped into the gallery manager Su Xianqing.
Wearing suit trousers and a plain silver hairpin, he has a smiling Buddha face in front of others and a devil's account behind others. He is quite good-looking.
Su Xianqing promised to give her an explanation in three days, then turned around and brought Cen Wenshu to the door opposite him. What she was thinking was: keep it under her nose, feel at ease and save trouble.
But she didn't expect that Cen Wenshu was the kind of person who would break through the southern wall.
She didn't expect that Cen Wenshu would find a pot of dying mimosa hidden under the thick green radish leaves; she didn't expect that this unconventional person would make her accustomed to the rustling of the door every morning; she didn't even expect that she would get her hands dirty for her, tear up all the calculated masks in front of her, and draw seven hundred and thirty pictures of her after escaping.
Su Xianqing ran away twice, and Cen Wenshu chased him for two years.
"Shuangqing" means "double innocence", not "liangqing". They owe each other something they can't figure out, and they don't want to figure it out.
One is learning how to love, the other is learning how to wait.
They stood between the rain in Suzhou and the sun in Chongqing, and no one let go.
Intention: Love is learned and waited for. A person who doesn't know how to love meets a person who doesn't know how to give up. In the long process of closeness and separation, each of them develops response and patience.
