love out of time

Chapter 150

Jiang Ci said with a smile: "Of course there are conditions. The gallery will take 50.00% of the commission for the paintings in the first two years before I signed the contract."

Liang Jingxing pondered, "This condition is a bit harsh."

"I don't think it matters. She is a businessman, not a philanthropist. My food and clothing expenses in the imperial capital, the money for language classes, and the two years of studying abroad are all covered by her. I can earn less money and be a human being." Can't be without a conscience."

Liang Jingxing smiled and nodded, "It seems that you have had a good life in the past three years."

"Not good," Jiang Ci suddenly felt his nose sore, walked up to Liang Jingxing, lowered his head, and his voice was deep for a while, "It always rains in London, and I will miss you when it rains."

Liang Jingxing sighed, and put his arms around her waist, "Then you are reluctant to make a phone call."

Jiang Ci shook his head, "If I hear your voice, I will definitely collapse and can't hold on."

"Do you regret it?"

Jiang Ci paused and thought about it seriously, "I don't regret it."

In the imperial capital, she hit it off with Chen Xizi at first sight.Although this woman is shrewd and philistine, she has a very transparent view of the world and has an extremely accurate appreciation of art.

Chen Xizi looked at the paintings she brought and commented: "Jiang Ci, you have a gap in your chest, but you live too narrow and thin now. Have you ever heard a sentence from Nietzsche? Who will eventually shake the world, and it will last forever. Silence yourself."

Afterwards, Chen Xizi tried her best to persuade her to accept the suggestion of studying abroad, "Study in a systematic way is beneficial and not harmful to you. The atmosphere abroad is very different. Go out and feel it."

In the first few days, just adapting to the language environment exhausted Jiang Ci physically and mentally, and it was as gloomy as the weather in London.

Later, in order to drive away the lingering anxiety and gloom in her heart, she began to force herself to participate in many activities.Concerts, art exhibitions, photography exhibitions, stage plays, ball games...all kinds, and so on.I also worked as a backpacker and traveled to many places in Europe.She treats herself like a dry sponge, constantly absorbing water.

After going on like this for half a year, she found that she gradually calmed down and began to enjoy solitude.

"One year I traveled in Warsaw and lived in the home of an old couple," Jiang Ci lay down on the sofa, resting his head on Liang Jingxing's lap, and said little by little, "The old couple were young when they were young. They are both ballet dancers. Later, his wife injured her leg in a car accident and could no longer perform on stage. At that time, both of them were in full bloom. The wife's artistic career came to an abrupt end. The husband resolutely refused to change his partner and left the ballet with his wife. The stage. Later, the wife opened a dance studio, and the husband learned from scratch, and became a senior mechanical engineer a few years later. They also have three children, who are now mature. Their home has a garden full of roses, full of two people Take care of it yourself."

Jiang Ci raised his eyes and looked at Liang Jingxing, his eyes were dark and bright, "...I used to think that love should be flamboyant and unscrupulous; but in fact, love can also be tenacious and silent, and still waters run deep. If it weren't for these three years, I wouldn't I will understand, so I don't regret it. You are right, you are guiding me not to take the path of self-willedness..."

"I have something wrong," Liang Jingxing said in a low voice, "I am self-willed, I refuse to communicate with you, and I am afraid of hurting you in everything I do."

Jiang Ci held his fingers, "Now, nothing can hurt me anymore."

Liang Jingxing caressed her hair, was silent for a while, and his voice was hoarse for a while, "Your hair is so long..."

"British haircuts are expensive, and there is no money to cut them." Jiang Ci made a serious point.

Liang Jingxing didn't smile or speak, his eyes gradually became deeper, and the stroking movement suddenly had more meaning.Jiang Ci's breathing also slowed down unconsciously, staring at his clear and deep eyebrows quietly.

Liang Jingxing got up lightly, went to the room and took a thin quilt to cover Jiang Ci, and went to take a shower by himself.

(End of this chapter)