love out of time

Chapter 133

"Usually she's a little girl who doesn't move and blows her hair. If she's not happy, she rushes up to fight with others."

Jiang Ci was silent for a moment, "Is there any difference?"

"A woman and a little girl?" Qin Zhen smoked a cigarette, "There's a huge difference."

"..." Jiang Ci paused, and the roots of his ears burned immediately, "You are sexual harassment."

"Come on, I don't like you." Qin Zhen said frankly, "The trouble is that little girls like you are too serious, and you can only shake off a layer of skin once they get scratched."

Jiang Ci had no expression on his face, "There's nothing wrong with being truthful."

"Everyone doesn't take it seriously, but you are the only one who takes it seriously, thank you." Qin Zhen took a puff of cigarette and asked in a deep voice, "You are an art student, right? You should have some background in art, how come you are so poor."

The sound of the rain was knocking on the window, and Jiang Ci's voice was flat: "Dropped out of school."

Qin Zhen glanced at her and smiled, "Have you lost your love?"

Jiang Ci said nothing.

Qin Zhen didn't look at her either, "I've met dozens of little girls like you. If you have nothing to do, you'll go to Lijiang, Wuyuan, Zhouzhuang, Tibet. They say it's healing, but it's actually escaping from reality."

Jiang Ci frowned slightly, "What do you know?"

Qin Zhen laughed lightly, "Little girl, this is either detached, or idiot hypocritical, and she is an insignificant member of the army of thousands of idiots and hypocrisy."

Jiang Ci seemed to be stabbed, and couldn't help choking, "What about you? The emperor can't get along anymore, and you came here to open an inn. What right do you have to teach me?"

Qin Zhen glanced at her, "...the jump, it means I've got to the point."

Jiang Ci remained expressionless, "Go out."

Qin Zhen straightened up, smiled, put one hand in his trouser pocket, turned and left.

Jiang Ci was irritated for no reason, and pressed the cigarette butt on the window sill.

After that, for a long time, Jiang Ci and Qin Zhen were in a state of almost no communication, saying hello perfunctorily every morning.

At the end of August, when the summer holidays were over and the last wave of tour groups left, business began to fade.The weather turned cold, so Jiang Ci just hid in the room and drew.

She seems to have entered a bottleneck period, and she can't draw the feeling she wants no matter what.The picture in her hand has been drawn several drafts, but every time it deviates from her expectations.The color blocks are piled up on the canvas, which is stagnant and lifeless.She stared at it for a long time, then suddenly picked up a large pen, dipped it in oil paint, and raised her hand to lift the drawing board.

She took a deep breath, picked up the thick stack of old manuscripts on the table, opened the door and walked to the yard, dropped her hands on the ground, took out the lighter and lit it.

The flames licked the paper and burned quietly for a while, then all the papers in the stack were ignited, and a blazing flame suddenly burst into flames.

"Fuck!" Qin Zhen smelled the smell and ran into the yard, "You pay for the house burning?!" He ran into the house to fill a basin of water, and poured it on the fire, the fire went out, and thick smoke billowed.

Jiang Ci was still squatting aside, the water splashed onto her clothes and hair.

Qin Zhen took a breath, stretched out his hand to pull her, "Get up quickly!" He was taken aback, "Why are your hands so hot?" He yanked and pulled Jiang Ci up, only to see that she was short of breath and her face was flushed. A sick flush, a white layer of dead skin on the lips.

Qin Zhen touched her forehead, "Fuck, you don't say anything when you have a fucking fever, who is responsible in the dead room?"

(End of this chapter)