Almighty painter

Chapter 387 Guilt

Mona covered her mouth and stood there, as if struck by lightning.

Her facial features are the more delicate among girls, and coupled with light makeup, she often gives her classmates on campus a calmness that is hard to get close to.

Comparing girls to fine wine and flowers is a trope that has been corrupted by countless lyrics and love letters.

But privately, the boys at Dulwich still enjoy it.

In their minds, Coco must be the kind of special tequila that is high enough to be ignited. Every warrior would be willing to risk tooth blisters and gastric ulcers to drink it all. Mona is like the kind of sparkling wine in an ice cellar, shrouded in light white frost and thick ice cubes, making it very cold.

But now.

Mona sat slowly on the flower bed next to the wall, her pale face not showing any coldness, only a kind of frightening haggardness.

Miao Angwen had already waved his sleeves and left without taking away a trace of cloud.

Maybe it was just his luck, or maybe he had expected such a result, but he successfully completed a beautiful revenge.

Three years later, he finally made the man who mocked him and shattered his self-esteem pay the price.

Miao Angwen's words were like a sharp thorn, piercing into Mona's heart, the place where she thought she was the most powerful.

Miss Sandnu kept telling herself in her heart that she had done nothing wrong.

Love is not worth mentioning in front of life.

She liked Foucault's rational interpretation of the emotional relationships in modern society in the industrial age.

In the fast-paced city, love is gradually changing from pastoral romance to commercialization, display and reality.

The intimate relationship between people can be divided into actual life value, mutual emotional value, display value of showing affection on the photo wall...and countless other values, large and small.

Since it is a value, it is natural that it can be given a suitable price tag and sold at a price, just like the goods in the auction house.

Among these elements of love, Mona believes that the most important is the value of life.

She is more beautiful, has better family conditions, and is willing to get closer to Gu Weijing, which naturally provides him with a lot of emotional value and display value.

Mona has given so many things to the other party. Between the two parties in the relationship, the one who has more is naturally qualified to be arrogant and willful, and has the right to demand corresponding rewards from him.

She just made a choice that every smart person should make.

If they are valuable, stay together; if they are not, stay apart.

Kou Kou is just a willful love brain, she is the heroine of life.

Before Mona made her decision, she never thought about the possible harm that abandoning her at a low point might cause to Gu Weijing.

She had never known this before Miao Angwen told her the truth nakedly today...

"Okay, Mona, don't lie to yourself, you know it, you've always known it."

Miss Sandnu grabbed the edge of the painting altar by her legs little by little, her fingertips turned white as she pressed against the cracks in the rough masonry, but she could barely feel the sting.

She is so smart, so sensible, so calm.

Before making a decision, if you are willing to think about it from another angle, how could you not know what it means to the other half of the relationship if you delete the other person's contact information and let the companionship and affection from childhood to adulthood go to waste?

Gu Weijing has always been such a sensitive person.

But she still did it without hesitation, leaving no room for redemption, and even calculated every expense and income of the public account together clearly.

She didn't even consider some gentler approach.

Mona just didn't want to think in this direction, pretending to be pure and innocent.

As long as she tells herself she doesn't know, she's not wrong.

She can become smiling, calm, and aloof in school.

Mona is actually not a bad person.

A real bad person does not need to deceive herself to gain peace. She is just an ordinary kind girl who lacks courage.

therefore.

When Miao Angwen tore apart all her disguises.

Guilt was like sea water, completely engulfing the eighteen-year-old girl.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Mona muttered to herself with empty eyes.

"Miss, I've been looking for you. Your father called you several times. You didn't answer. Oh, are you okay?"

When the migrant worker from Mumbai who drove the Volvo XC60 in the shop finally found Mona by the flower bed on the Dulwich campus and saw her appearance.

I was simply shocked by the appearance of my boss's daughter.

Mona's fingers were stained with fragments of grass, and the corners of her mouth were stained with some grass pulp that was as red as blood. It looked like she had been slapped.

The Mumbai boy has never seen her acting in such a miserable state.

Mona shook her head, picked up her schoolbag, opened the car door without saying a word, and got into the back seat of the family car.

"There's something going on at school, let's go home."

Mona took out a wet tissue from the armrest box and wiped her face gently.

She accidentally discovered that the wet wipes used in the car were bought when she and Gu Weijing went to the seaside amusement park last semester, and they had the Ferris wheel logo printed on them.

Miss Sandnu couldn't help but feel another pain in her heart.

"Am I miserable?"

Mona raised her head and suddenly asked the driver who was driving in the front row. The boy from Mumbai was lowering his head and adjusting the car radio, preparing to change to a more exciting music.

He was stunned when he heard this, and said subconsciously: "Of course not, you just got something on your face, just wipe it off."

That's not what she was asking about.

Mona did not explain.

She just shook her head slowly.

Sandnu subconsciously wanted to find someone to talk to, so he turned on his phone and rummaged through his phone's address book almost out of muscle memory.

Looking at the note of [My Boy Friend] that came into view, my fingers followed my intuition and wanted to press the green call button, when I suddenly realized it.

It is no longer suitable for me to make this call.

She rolled down the window and let the city's evening breeze flow in from the window and blow in her ears.

Many times, she thought that she had completely broken up with the other person, and she used a small broom to clean up all traces of him from her life like garbage.

But when she started to cry.

Her body was still telling her that she still had a lot of unfinished words that she wanted to tell the other person.

Mona stared at the neon lights outside the window for a long time, until all the moisture in her eyes was evaporated by the wandering evening breeze, which made her eyes hurt. Then she looked away from the window.

I reopened my phone and typed one more line on the edited message——

[I'm really sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, please forgive me. 】

Then click Send.

She entered the numbers she had in mind one by one and dialed them gently.

The car bell rang, but no one answered for a long time.
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The colorful bells rang in the house, but no one answered for a long time.   A fat striped tabby cat was snoozing comfortably on her soft cat sleeping mat.

Since Awang was asked by Gu Tongxiang to move his home from Old Man Wu's yard to Gu Weijing's bedroom on the second floor of the Book Gallery, his quality of life index has increased by two and a half stars again.

At least there's no stupid old man here to catch rats at her work and covet her canned cheese.

In addition, although cats are generally resistant to heat and cold, they like to be dry.

Yangon's generally humid environment prevents Ngawang's hair from drying sufficiently, making it easy for him to develop rashes.

On the contrary, the Gu's Book Gallery, which has a working dehumidifier, is what Awang likes even more.

Now she only occasionally wanders outside, holds down two dragonflies, flutters two butterflies, and grins to scare the stupid sparrows in the tree and the chained local dog in the neighbor's house, maintaining the majesty of her territorial overlord. .

Awang's favorite thing to do is to snore on his stomach in a place where the sun can reach him, holding a mat in his mouth.

Eat canned food when you're hungry, and sleep when you have nothing to do.

Free cats, life is so comfortable!

Awang has succeeded in growing at least one or two pieces of soft meat on his belly in the past two weeks.

She felt that the ringing phone was noisy, so she rolled on the mat casually, scratched her chin twice with her hind paws, and said "meow".

If the commander is still alive, go get a call quickly.

If you disturb this king's sleep, I will drag you out to hold you accountable.

Ten seconds later.

The phone call still didn't stop. A suspicious slit finally appeared on Awang's round face, and he lazily rolled up from the mat.

"Meow?"

Awang found that Gu Weijing was in the room. He was holding a express box in his hand and quietly staring at the vibrating and ringing mobile phone on the table.

Neither hung up nor answered, with a strange look on his face.

Awang is a cat who is extremely good at understanding human nature.

But the expression on Gu Weijing's face at this moment and the smell emanating from his body were still an incomprehensible feeling that Awang couldn't understand.

It's a bit like the feeling he gave Awang when he was with Miss Sakai, but very different.

"Meow?"

Awang waved his meat claws twice in confusion and saw Xiao Guzi sitting there dumbly and motionless.

She shook her head and ignored the little master who suddenly turned into a peaceful stone statue.

Jump onto the chair yourself, and then use it as a platform to jump onto the table.

I was going to put my paws on the little box that made the sound to see if I could turn off this jingling thing.

"Be good, Awang."

Gu Weijing put aside the half-unpacked express box with the logo of [Jiatong Wanyun Art Logistics], gently picked out the waist of Awang who was jumping up and down, and held it in his hand.

He stared at his phone screen.

After seeing it automatically hang up due to timeout and no one answered, and then it rang again stubbornly, he finally seemed to make up his mind and picked up the phone.

Gently press and hold the red hang-up button and drag to hang up.

[Thank you, Miss Sandnu, I'm fine, don't worry, it's just a small problem... and you don't have to apologize. From beginning to end, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm very grateful. But I already have a nice girl to like. 】

Gu Weijing slowly edited the message on his phone word by word and clicked send.

He wasn't trying to comfort Mona.

The interview was not as serious as it seemed to outsiders. Even the qualifications of the Calligraphy and Painting Association were still a small problem for him.

I used to think it was a disaster caused by the sky falling, a difficulty that could not be overcome.

When Gu Weijing stood higher and higher, he found that it was not as scary as he imagined, it was just a small twist in life.

It's a bit disgusting, but that's about it.

After being able to frequently come into contact with Cao Xuan and Uncle Sakai, cultural giants with global influence, Gu Weijing discovered that in Yangon, the methods of the underworld godfather who can stop children from crying are not as good as he had imagined before. horrible.

Just finish the last few months of high school if you can.

If you can't pass the big deal, just open it directly.

He also sent a message to Katsuko, who flew to Tokyo to help Uncle Sakai finally escape from the devil's weight loss training camp and escape from prison, and told him the general situation.

Unexpectedly, on the way home from school, Mrs. Sakai called personally to inquire about his situation.

Katsuko was right.

Her mother is really the kind of arrogant person who looks down on this and that all day long, commanding you to do this and not letting you do that, like a arrogant old princess.

But we have been together for a long time.

You will find that this blonde aunt has a bad mouth and is really gentle towards her juniors.

When I called this time, I still complained to Gu Weijing and unreasonably blamed him for provoking these troublesome people.

By the way, he was very arrogant and said, "I don't care about you, I'm just worried that something went wrong when Katsuko was with you, so I skinned you." Asked if his home needed security, or "Why don't we just move to Japan and go to school? The whole family will come."

Their family still had a vacant house in Kyoto, and she was very worried.

“The rental-to-sale ratio in Kyoto is average.”

“It’s very troublesome to create a B&B or Airbnb.”

“Ancient buildings have to pay a large maintenance fee every year.”

"If a house is left unoccupied for a long time, it will break down easily. The Japanese also say that it is easy for unclean things to come in."

"..."

All in all, it doesn't sound like a house where you can see the Kinkakuji Temple in the distance and let the little Internet celebrities check in. Instead, it sounds like a ghost house in "Onmyoji" where hundreds of ghosts roam at night. If Gu Weijing and his family happen to be willing to come and stay temporarily If you live there, you will actually help Mrs. Sakai.

During the Taisho period, the owner transformed the house into a famous teahouse. Today, there is still a small front building in the front building.

Gu Weijing and his family can also directly transform it into a book gallery.

"Of course, one code equals one code. Although Shengzi likes you. You can live there, but there are fees for running a calligraphy and painting shop. At least 460 million yen a year."

Gu Weijing thought about Mrs. Sakai scolding him arrogantly while mentally calculating how much money they could accept without feeling embarrassed.

I feel funny and warm at the same time.

However, in the end, he politely declined the blond aunt's kindness.

"At least I'll give you 50 yen cheaper. No price. If you're temporarily short of money, you can waive the rent for three years, but interest will be calculated. Hmph, do you want love?"

Mrs. Sakai hummed on the other end of the phone.

(End of this chapter)