A life of financial freedom

It was a rainy day with a chilly temperature. The two of them left the Bund and returned home after a short walk.

Chu Fang took a shower and saw Zhong Tingyue sitting in front of the drawing board again. Her gentle and poetic face and delicate features were full of seriousness and solemnity.

Chu Fang walked to the back and looked at the drawing board. With just a few strokes, he couldn't tell what was being drawn. He didn't disturb his fiancée, but just stood behind her and watched her drawing.

As time passed, it was late at night. Zhong Rou opened the door and shouted loudly: "I'm back..."

Since the last time Chu's mother came to Shanghai, everyone knew that Zhong Rou was going to go home by sliding on her knees. Zhong Rou no longer did that, but shouted: I'm back.

The whole house could hear it.

Halfway through her words, she saw Chu Fang making a hush gesture, and the rest of her words were stuck in her throat. She gently closed the door, walked to Chu Fang, and whispered, "I'm back."

Chu Fang: "I know."

Zhong Rou: "I'm not telling you, but I have to finish what I want to say, otherwise I'll feel uncomfortable."

Chu Fang: "... ..,"

You have a sense of ritual.

"Isn't my sister done with her painting yet?" Zhong Rou asked.

These days, Zhong Tingyue was busy with her paintings and didn't pay much attention to Zhong Rou, but the latter was very happy, jumping around all day, and she hadn't done her homework for several days.

"It should be soon."

After painting until late at night, the sister-in-law couldn't help but go to sleep, leaving Chu Fang alone. Suddenly, Zhong Tingyue stretched her body and said, "Huh, the matter has finally come to an end."

"Ms. Zhong, you are really hypocritical. You belittled my ideas at that time, and now you use my ideas again."

Zhong Tingyue's painting is the Bund in Shanghai, with the towering Pearl Tower, the endless river, the flower-filled coast, and the crowded tourists... ...

"It's different."

"Tsk~~~" Chu Fang curled her lips, "I despise you."

"The connotation is different." Zhong Tingyue shook her head and pointed to the drawing board and said, "Today is the wedding anniversary of this old couple. They came to Shanghai from the northeast to see the prosperity of the motherland; the boy just came to Shanghai, full of ambition, and conquered a piece of land; the middle-aged man has a headache. His son's grades are not good, his mother just bought health products, and his wife keeps asking him if he still loves her... ...”

Zhong Tingyue introduced the characters in the painting, and they all seemed to have their own stories and pasts.

After his fiancée finished, Chu Fang asked, "Did you make it up?"

"I heard it." Zhong Tingyue shook his head.

Chu Fang: "... ...No, is your ear a clairvoyance? How can you hear so many things?"

They were just strolling along the coast, and Chu Fang's mind was blank, but this woman actually heard so many things.

This gap is too big.

Zhong Tingyue looked at him deeply: "It's not a clairvoyance, but it's better than a clairvoyance. I can see other people's thoughts, including you. Mr. Chu, you are very scared now, and your chest is cold."

Chu Fang touched his heart and it was really cold.

He shouted loudly: "Who opened the window? The cold wind blew towards me and cooled my chest."

Zhong Tingyue smiled sweetly, like a blooming rose, beautiful and colorful.

The next day, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue came to Teacher Wu's tomb, burned paper money, and took out the painting of the Bund in Shanghai, which was then ignited and turned into dust along with the paper money.

Chu Fang asked: "This is the hard work of yours these days. You just burned it like this. Don't you regret it?"

This prodigal woman spent more than half a month to create a hard work, but it was burned all at once.

Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue shook her head: "After all, this is for Teacher Wu. Whether it is good or bad, she has to appreciate it."

"I think this is the second best work I have ever painted in my life."

Chu Fang was curious: "What is the best one?"

"I don't want to say."

"Zhong Tingyue, you are such a bad person!"

In fact, the best work is the portrait of Chu Fang she has painted. It is her best work, but she doesn't want to say it, lest this man be conceited again.

"Eh? Excuse me, who are you two?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind the two of them. Looking back, they saw several young men and women looking at them curiously.

"I used to be a student of Teacher Wu. I heard that she passed away, so I came to see her." Zhong Tingyue explained.

"Oh." A man nodded, "We are too. You should be our senior sister, right?"

The other men and women shouted in unison: "Hello, senior sister."

Then several young men and women paid tribute to Teacher Wu. After the tribute, Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue and several others left together.

"Eh? Senior sister, which class are you from?" a lively girl asked.

"I am from the XX class." Zhong Tingyue replied.

Hearing this, the first person askedThe boy who was talking was curious: "I heard from Teacher Wu that your class was very good, with many outstanding seniors, especially Senior Zhong Tingyue. Teacher Wu praised her many times when she taught us."

Zhong Tingyue was very surprised: "Praise?"

"Yes." The lively girl nodded, "Teacher Wu said that Senior Zhong Tingyue is very talented and is her proud disciple."

Zhong Tingyue frowned: "But, Zhong Tingyue and Teacher Wu didn't have a good relationship at that time."

It's good that he didn't scold her, why did he praise her?

The lively girl said again: "Teacher Wu told us about this. At that time, they had conflicts because of their respective philosophies, but as time passed, Teacher Wu regretted and felt guilty towards Senior Sister Zhong Tingyue."

"Teacher Wu said that she later realized that art is not something that can be put on the shelf and touched by a small number of people. Art should belong to the public and the people. Anyone can see it clearly."

"And Senior Sister Zhong Tingyue devoted herself to interior design, allowing art to enter the lives of ordinary people, and beauty is everywhere. Teacher Wu said that Senior Sister Zhong Tingyue was right."

Zhong Tingyue bit her red lips and remained silent.

These words were something she had never thought of. Such a stubborn old lady actually agreed with her philosophy.

Several people left the mausoleum together, and the two sides separated. The lively girl asked: "By the way, Senior Sister, I don’t know your name yet."

Zhong Tingyue thought for a few seconds, then smiled. When she smiled, the whole world seemed to light up: "My name is Zhong Tingyue."

Ah?

"Are you surprised?"

Several young men and women looked at each other: "Very surprised."

"Life is full of surprises, just like I didn't know that Teacher Wu would say such a thing." Zhong Tingyue smiled, "Thank you all, I feel much better."

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue left.

The lively woman said: "So she is Senior Zhong, I finally saw a living person today."

Another man speculated: "I remember a senior said that Senior Zhong is very beautiful, like a fairy, and that girl is also like a fairy, so it must be Senior Zhong."

The other friends all looked at the boy who suddenly realized in silence.

Are you brainless or brainy?

It's hard to tell.

... ...