love out of time

Chapter 127

At 04:30 in the morning, the train arrived in Kunming.She still didn't know where to go, stared at the scrolling electronic screen for a long time, and bought a ticket to Dali at noon.

Arrive in Dali at [-]:[-] pm.A row of drivers outside raised signs to solicit customers. Jiang Ci calculated the money on his body and chose the bus.Relying on her memories from the last time, she got off the car outside the ancient city, asked the vendor who bought breast fans, and took the No. [-] bus to Caicun Wharf.

In the off-season of tourism, many inns have rooms. Jiang Ci asked a few and picked the cheapest one.

Jiang Ci took a hot bath and counted his money.Those four paintings were sold for [-] yuan, and they were all returned to Liang Jingxing.Now there is still some remuneration for drawing illustrations for Liang Jingxing's company on weekdays, and the red envelope he gave.All the food and drink will be spent, and it won't last long.

The next day, she checked out from the inn, and asked the innkeeper for rental information by the way.

She urgently needed to settle down first, so she looked at a few apartments in Xiaguan Town and settled down on the same day.Three hundred and five a month, one deposit pays three.A few days later, she found a job as an art teacher in a nearby interest class. The salary was not high, but the prices here were not high either. After rent and daily expenses, she could save some money every month.Then, she began to gradually add painting materials.

There is also a young teacher in the interest class who teaches folk dance, five years older than her, surnamed Li, Jiang Ci calls her Teacher Li.Teacher Li is a girl of the Bai ethnic group, she is very hospitable, and she always calls Jiang Ci "Golden Flower" on weekdays.Teacher Li also has an older brother who makes a living in the performance team in Xizhou Ancient Town.

Soon into the summer, one day Teacher Li mentioned that a friend of his brother was going to open an inn in Shuanglang, and asked Jiang Ci if he would like to help paint murals.Jiang Ci agreed, and after the interest class ended in the morning, Teacher Li's brother Li Kai drove Jiang Ci in a minivan.

Now that Dali's tourism industry has become saturated, it is time to open an inn. If the business is good, it can barely make ends meet, but it may not be easy to make a lot of money.

Jiang Ci jumped out of the car, and saw a very tall man standing at the door of the inn, directing two people to hang up the signboard of the inn.Li Kai yelled, and the man turned around to say hello.

After Li Kai's introduction, Jiang Ci knew that this man was called Qin Zhen. He had drifted north for ten years and was 28 this year. He planned to settle down, open a shop, and get a wife.She thought, this person's name is domineering, both Qin and Zhen.

After negotiating the price, Jiang Ci followed Qin Zhen's request and started work that afternoon.Qin Zhen's request is almost equivalent to no request: "On this wall, you can draw whatever you want, as long as you don't let me see what you are painting."

"Then what if I don't satisfy you with my painting?"

Qin Zhen raised his eyebrows, "Draw it out, redraw it, until you are satisfied."

After six or seven afternoons of work, all the work was completed, and I just waited for Qin Zhen, who was out shopping, to come back and settle the wages for her.The main decoration of the inn has been completed, the style is very avant-garde and weird, but it does not lose the petty bourgeois sentiment.There is a wall behind the counter, with all kinds of cigarette papers - Jiang Ci didn't notice it at first, thinking it was just a postcard tacked on it casually.The wall was interesting, she thought.

It is almost a tobacco encyclopedia. Some have seen it, but most of them have never seen it.

Then, she saw "Camellia" among the colorful cigarette paper on the wall.

"It's been a long time!" Qin Zhen's voice came from outside the door.

He was only wearing a black vest, the muscular lines of his abdomen and back were fully revealed, his bronzed skin was stained with sweat, and he rushed in with a gust of heat.

(End of this chapter)