Reborn, I will never be a licking dog

Chapter 598 Are you going to find her again tonight?

If it is only an external factor, it may be difficult to implement it for a long time if I want the elementary school sister to fully accept this matter.

But last night the primary school sister didn't slap him on the face, Xu Zhimu felt that he could really burn the incense.

Of course, last night Liu Ningqing rolled up the bed by herself, with her back to Xu Zhimu, and ignored him all night.

But anyway, Xu Zhimu was allowed to hug her from behind, pulling the quilt to cover half of her body.

There was heating in the room, but it wasn't too cold.

Both of them had something on their minds, Xu Zhimu also fell into a deep sleep after some time.

It's just that he just closed his eyes, and the quilt, which could only be half covered, was slightly covered again. The warm and soft breath made Xu Zhimu hug the person in his arms even tighter.

……

The next morning.

When Xu Zhimu woke up, he found that he was tightly wrapped in the bed, and there were voices outside the door.

Xu Zhimu changed his clothes and found that the whole family had already sat down in the living room. There was an LCD TV in the room, but it looked quite old.

It should be because the previous family was too lazy to move away, so they put it here.

But returning to old age is much better than those big-ass TV dramas in the old family.

Now Xiao Wu is watching cartoons with great interest.

"Get up, kid." Grandma said with a smile.

"Everyone wakes up so early, why are you still used to living here?"

Xu Zhimu looked at the two elders in good spirits.

After all, for ordinary people, it is simply unthinkable to have a house of their own in Beijing in this lifetime.

"It's fine, it's warm in this city. If it's in our mountains, we'd have to burn a stove in the room at night, or else we'd be covered with three layers of quilts and our feet would be cold..."

The two old people sighed, the underfloor heating that people in the city are used to, is extremely rare in the eyes of the two old people.

"By the way, where are Qingqing and Uncle?"

"The kid went to buy breakfast and will be back in a while. Liu Jun has already gone to work at the fish stall."

Xu Zhimu nodded, and went to the bathroom to wash up first.

I found that on the sink, towels and other things were still there, but some moisturizing and skin care products that were there yesterday were all gone now.

But the toothpaste was still there, Xu Zhimu grabbed the toothpaste with rose salt, opened the package and was about to brush his teeth.

There was a sound of opening the door, and Liu Ningqing came back with the breakfast she bought.

Putting the food on the table, with a bag in his hand, he walked straight to the bathroom.

When Xu Zhimu saw her coming in, he immediately put on a smiling face.

"Good morning."

Liu Ningqing's eyes were calm and soft as usual, but she didn't respond to him.

Instead, he took out new skin care products and toothpaste from the bag in his hand, but these were all of the same orange flavor.

Liu Ningqing took out new toothpaste and gently placed it in front of Xu Zhimu's eyes.

Xu Zhimu silently glanced at the rose-flavored toothpaste in his hand, then at the orange-flavored one that Liu Ningqing handed over.

He decisively put down the one in his hand, and then picked up the one in Liu Ningqing's hand.

"I still like the orange one the best."

As Xu Zhimu said, he squeezed a big lump of toothpaste and began to brush his teeth.

Liu Ningqing looked at him, and finally snorted softly.

"Brush your teeth and go out to eat."

"Order!"

……

After breakfast, the family went to buy some things.

Afterwards, we discussed the matter of getting engaged again.

According to Zheng Cheng's rules, although engagement can go through the normal marriage process, there are all kinds of banquets and banquets.

But the people invited are basically relatives, and those from the same village or some friends do not need to be notified.

After all, it is not a formal marriage, that is, for the sake of excitement in advance, a sense of ceremony among the relatives is enough.

The relatives in Liu Ningqing's family basically stopped moving.

It is estimated that most of the people who will come will be relatives from Xu Zhimu's side.

Of course, Xu's father and Xu's mother must also come to discuss this matter.

I lived in Kyoto for two days, and I happened to accompany Liu Ningqing to the art exhibition.

After meeting Man Jianghong, a well-known female painter, she admired Liu Ningqing very much, and even felt like passing on the mantle.

As a political and cultural center in Kyoto, the art exhibitions held here are naturally the most profound.

Those who can come here are all veteran painters who have been famous for a long time, or they have been recommended. Some big figures and big bosses want to promote their juniors, so they spend a lot of money on sponsorship.

After all, as for art, as long as you are famous, you can be said to be famous.

Come here for the gold plating.

Liu Ningqing's talent is very high, but after all, she is still young, without background and strength, it is impossible to participate in an art exhibition of this scale.

It was Man Jianghong who used her own name to exchange Liu Ningqing for a recommended position.

With Man Jianghong present, the painting quickly attracted a large audience.

Liu Ningqing was surrounded by a lot of people, at first she was a little nervous and didn't know what to say, clutching the corner of her clothes, facing other people's inquiries, she just staggered to answer.

Man Jianghong would occasionally help out with a few words, but she must cultivate Liu Ningqing's ability to be independent.

But in the face of so many people, Liu Ningqing always felt that she had no idea, especially when there were many seniors who were not young, she looked a little nervous.

"Is this painting Mr. Man's work?"

"It's still a rural theme, and it's really delicately portrayed. Mr. Man has released another good work."

Many people saw that Man Jianghong was there, and subconsciously regarded her as the owner of the painting.

After all, Manjianghong is already famous, and she was also famous for painting rural realism themes.

"Everyone guessed wrong. The artist of this painting is not me, but the rookie next to me, Liu Ningqing."

Man Jianghong smiled and spoke softly, gently took Liu Ningqing's arm, and gave her the position of the booth.

Everyone in the audience looked at the young man in front of them, and when they noticed it, they thought it was Man Jianghong's assistant or student or something.

But it never occurred to her that she was the owner of this painting.

The people present, looking at the painting, felt the simple and poor atmosphere of the mountain village coming from the pavement, and the portrayal is so penetrating that it is difficult to describe it without personal experience.

As for the girl in front of her, she looked restrained, but she was too young, and she looked thin and tender, so she didn't look like she came from the countryside.

"This is... Mr. Man, your student?"

"You are very young. The artistic conception of this painting is not simple. It seems that Mr. Man's teachings have inspired real power."

The focus of the people present was still on Man Jianghong.

To be honest, many people brought their apprentices out to participate in the art exhibition, saying that it was the work of the apprentices, but in fact most of the details were created by the masters themselves.

This is the case in many industries, all in order to let their students and apprentices be promoted quickly, and there is a work that can suppress word of mouth.

The implication is already obvious.

"Everyone really misunderstood. This painting was completely completed by herself. Even in some details, it is better than what I portrayed. Today's young people are all young and blue..."

Man Jianghong had seen this kind of scene many times, so she smiled and opened her mouth to ease the atmosphere.

It's just that Liu Ningqing's little hands were clenched nervously, and the knuckles were red.

These comments are not a small psychological burden for any young people who are just about to stand on the booth.

"Liu painter, can you please explain why you created this painting?"

At this time, a bright voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Then the crowd surged, and two figures appeared, one tall and one short.

Xu Zhimu was full of smiles, holding Xiao Wu in his hand, and came here bouncing around, just as he was about to call his sister, Xu Zhimu pinched his face lightly, and immediately calmed down honestly.

Liu Ningqing slightly opened her eyes wide. When she came to the art exhibition today, she was afraid of being nervous, so she didn't ask her family to follow her.

Her eyes wandered among the crowd, and she saw that not far away, her grandparents, as well as her father, were all looking at her with comforting and warm eyes at this moment.

"We would like to hear your original intention for creating this painting, what the scenery and characters in the painting mean to you. Could you please explain it?"

Xu Zhimu continued to speak, with a warm and reassuring smile on his face.

The discussions present also stopped, and they looked at Liu Ningqing and the oil painting behind her.

Liu Ningqing originally thought that the arrival of her family would make her even more nervous.

Because this is the first time for her to truly stand on a high-profile stage, she can't fail, and she doesn't want to let her family down.

But when she saw her family, she saw Xu Zhimu's eyes full of encouragement and doting, and Xiao Wu's cute look with his fists raised to cheer her up.

The panic in her heart finally eased.

She turned her head slowly, looked at the oil painting behind her, and took a deep breath.

She got rid of her usual frailty, and looked at the work in front of her with a little complacency and pride.

"This painting..."

The endless mountains, the fields all over the mountains, the dilapidated houses, the people holding golden wheat under the scorching sun, smiling people...

The composition of the whole painting is a little drowsy, with an indescribable depression. The mountains seem to be surrounded by a circle, an invisible cage.

Trapping the people in the mountains in an invisible wall of air, the tangible mountains block the prosperity of the outside world, and also block the ideals of how many people long to stay away from the mountains.

The dilapidated house was actually a reflection of Liu Ningqing herself.

Trapped in the deep mountains, surrounded by fields, the wind and rain and accidents made her heart no longer able to shelter from the wind and rain, and she was on the verge of collapse several times.

But the old man who is still working in the fields, the young brother, the fatigue of the father, the lonely grave of the mother... have become the reasons for her to persist.

The golden wheat field became the only bright place in the whole painting.

Everyone with smiles, the old man is holding a golden wheat grain and laughing innocently. In one corner of the picture, young men and women are wiping sweat and looking at each other with a smile... The boy occupies the brightest color, and he just stands where the sun is shining.

As if he were the sun.

Illuminates the girl, lights up all, and brings sheen to the sombre style of the painting.

Liu Ningqing narrated softly, her eyes were sparkling with tears, and her eyes were always looking at Xu Zhimu who was always smiling warmly in the crowd.

Xu Zhimu always talked about rebirth, always said that he was the only light in his previous life.

But she doesn't know what happened in the previous life, and she doesn't need to know.

She only knew that in this life, it was his appearance that brought hope to her crumbling family.

It was his appearance that made him finally walk out of the invisible cage of the mountain.

Let her truly stand in this palace of art and pursue her ideals under the sun.

Even though, this beam of light may not only shine on him.

Some people are as sentimental as the central air conditioner, but Xu Zhimu is even more so.

Sometimes he is like a sun, the sun seems to shine on anyone...

But Liu Ningqing could never deny that even if the light did not belong to her alone, she could not deny the warmth that light brought to her.

Damn, hateful scumbag...

But, he was worthless, so he still couldn't bear to leave him.

Liu Ningqing's soft and delicate voice attracted more and more people to watch, and following her voice, they seemed to enter the scene in the painting.

That kind of depression reached the extreme, and suddenly there was a light of dawn, bringing salvation and hope.

"That's why I created this painting."

After her voice fell, the audience was still silent. After a long time, there was a burst of applause, followed by a series of deafening applause, which caused most of the entire exhibition hall to look over.

Xu Zhimu clapped his hands and looked at Liu Ningqing, whose eyes were hazy with tears, but whose whole body seemed to be shining.

Perhaps, she should have been so shining and eye-catching in the first place.

Laughing and crying, she came to Xu Zhimu.

"Qingqing, you did it."

Xu Zhimu smiled and said, Liu Ningqing's breathing was out of rhythm, she didn't shy away from anyone's gaze, and hugged Xu Zhimu tightly.

Like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, now it finally takes flight!
It's just that no one noticed.

In a corner of the exhibition hall, the tall red-haired figure, wearing a pair of sunglasses, watched all this silently.

She looked up, looked at the painting on the wall, and at the two people embracing under the painting.

She pushed the sunglasses silently, turned and left.

……

Walk out of the art exhibition.

The two old men kept wiping away their tears, and grandma held Liu Ningqing's hand, excited and relieved.

"Sister! You are so good today! You are so shiny!"

Xiao Wu clapped his hands aside, his bright eyes flashed and flashed, and he looked very proud.

Even Liu Jun, who was silent and reticent, couldn't help but secretly wiped away tears several times.

The pride in his heart couldn't be restrained either, he looked up at the sky.

"Jinxiu... Qingqing can finally open her eyes and face the world..."

At noon, Xu Zhimu invited Man Jianghong to have dinner with him.

Man Jianghong also felt the true feelings, and said that in a few days, she would also go to the mountain village where Liu Ningqing was to feel and understand.

It's settled.

The night also quietly fell, winter is always dark fast, just six o'clock has been shrouded in night.

Go back to the community.

Xu Zhimu opened the drawer of the sink, and there were toothpaste and skin care products bought by Ye Luojia in it.

Although Liu Ningqing didn't want to use it, she didn't throw it away either. Xu Zhimu had to deal with it by herself.

He packed it all together in his tote bag, with a breeze behind him.

When the familiar scent came, Xu Zhimu turned around. At this moment, Liu Ningqing was quietly standing at the door, looking at the things in his hands, her eyes flickered slightly.

"Are you going to see her again?"

Xu Zhimu looked down at the things in his hand, and finally nodded: "I want to discuss with you, after all..."

"I know, after all, she has helped us so much, she is about to leave, and she has to say goodbye."

Liu Ningqing spoke softly, but Xu Zhimu was stunned for a moment.

"You, agree to let me go?"

Liu Ningqing looked at him silently. After a long time, she stretched out her hand, and instead of hitting him, she gently straightened his collar.

"You'll be back tonight, won't you?"

The previous sentence is to let go.

The last sentence is a prayer.

Complicated, but reasonable.

Xu Zhimu nodded, looking at the girl in front of him.

"When I come back, can I bring you grilled sausage?"

Liu Ningqing's downcast eyes moved slightly.

"Um……"

　This book is at the later stage, and the urban text is at the later stage, so water is inevitable, because the things and passions in real life have almost been written.

　　Even great gods are always unavoidable, it's not to excuse themselves, it's just a common problem of urban literature.

　　If everyone thinks water, I am not a person with bad money.

　　If you come across a section that you may not like and is not very passionate, I will remind you, and everyone can skip it.

　　For the sake of the integrity of the whole book, even if there is no subscription for this chapter and no money is earned, I will write it.

　　I hope everyone understands.

　　Let's start the storyline.

　　Thanks for the support.

　　It will be very late at night, I don’t know when it will be posted, but I can wait until tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)