After Escaping Marriage [GL]

This wave of preemptive strikes successfully made Yu Qingtang swallow the question that was pouring into his throat.

She said she wanted to go home first, and had no position to question others.

But after Cheng Zhanxi said this, he still smiled and explained in a low voice: "I saw a lot of people here when I was passing by, so I came in to join in the fun."

Yu Qingtang nodded, not making up excuses for himself.

The two of them naturally stood in front of the same picture, with a distance of one person in between, belonging to Yu Qingtang's safe social distance.

Cheng Zhanxi stood at a distance, lowered his head slightly, looked at her profile, and communicated with her in a voice that only two people could hear: "Do you like Cheng Mo's paintings?"

Yu Qingtang's eyes fell on the painting and said indifferently, "Just take a look."

Cheng Zhanxi didn't say anything, and let her enjoy it quietly by herself.

The painting in front of him is called "Cat Sitting on a Clock". It is one of Cheng Mo's paintings with a strong personal style, and it is also her highly regarded work. During the exhibition in Venice, someone once expressed their desire to buy this painting at a high price, but Cheng Zhanxi refused.

This painting does not describe any shape or painting events, just outlines and color blocks painted with brushes, the proportions are not harmonious, distorted like the portraits in a broken mirror, and exaggerated, it looks strange and changeable . This kind of painting cannot be seen on the fly, but needs to be understood from the rich details of what it really wants to express.

Yu Qingtang only looked at it for three minutes before walking to the next picture.

Cheng Zhanxi blinked: she doesn't like it?

Next, Yu Qingtang looked faster, and it took three minutes for the two pictures in total.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

If someone else treated her paintings with the same attitude as a cow chewing peony, Cheng Zhanxi might have politely invited her out.

In fact, she has never done such a thing.

The first time she held an art exhibition in her life was in a gallery in Paris. The first time was always different. Even if she didn't show her face very much and no one knew her true face, she still made a small disguise and went there with anticipation. at the exhibition site. In the afternoon of the first day, I met a person who didn't know how to draw at all. She pointed at her paintings to her companions, but the donkey's lips were not the horse's mouth.

Cheng Zhanxi contacted the staff of the exhibition, explained it, and directly asked the confused person to leave the gallery.

In front of the "Cat Sitting on the Clock", there were two more girls dressed as college students.

The one in yellow gave a cursory glance, and said, "What is this mess?" She didn't control the decibel, and her voice was not low. It was very abrupt in the quiet exhibition hall. Many people looked at her and wrinkled. Brows, silently expressing dissatisfaction.

Any occasion will encounter unpleasant people.

The girl in yellow closed her mouth and pretended to look at the painting casually.

The others turned their faces away.

Cheng and Yu were not far from the two college students when they heard the girl in a long skirt say softly, "Don't talk nonsense, this is art."

The girl in yellow said with a smile: "It's called art to paint a few strokes, then I can paint too."

She spoke in a low voice this time, only a few people nearby heard her, shook her head, and moved away silently.

The girl in the long skirt seemed a little dissatisfied and said, "You have to have someone willing to buy your paintings. Do you think those who pay high prices are fools? Don't they know better than you?"

The girl in yellow looked like the whole world was drunk and awake, and said with disdain: "So, modern art is hyped up by this group of people. Most people don't understand these paintings that don't even have basic patterns. You can’t see the difference, as long as you fetch a high price at auction, you can become world-famous. Those people who don’t know they can’t understand it themselves, as long as everyone thinks it’s ignorant, it’s the same as the marketing history of diamonds.”

Yu Qingtang couldn't help frowning, wanting to tilt her head to see who was talking nonsense.

But he heard a sneer in his ear.

Yu Qingtang looked at Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi's mouth was full of mockery, and he said in disgust, "There are always such self-righteous idiots."

She has a mild temperament, and seldom makes such an obvious subjective evaluation, as if her whole person has become sharp and arrogant.

Cheng Zhanxi: "The threshold for painting is very low. As long as people who can hold a pen can draw a few strokes, it is easy to give them the illusion of 'I can do what I do'. In Picasso's later abstract paintings, some people also say 'I You can draw it with your feet', and when they see Picasso's 13-year-old painting "Study of Classical Sculpture Plaster Figures from Life"..."

Yu Qingtang looked at her blankly.

Cheng Zhanxi stopped the topic, put away the thorns on his body, regained his gentleness and respect, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Yu Qingtang: "It doesn't matter."

Immediately looked away.

Yu Qingtang continued to look at the paintings at the speed of gazing at the flowers, and Cheng Zhanxi only thought she was visiting the lantern festival until she stopped in front of a colorful oil painting and watched for a long time without moving.

This painting was painted by Cheng Zhanxi after he arrived in Sicheng, and was inspired by the train that arrived in spring in March. Intense tones, passionate and unrestrained.

Cheng Zhanxi seemed to understand something, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly: "What do you think of this picture?"

Yu Qingtang commented with a calm expression: "Gorgeous."

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Yu Qingtang still didn't say a word, but she liked this kind of bells and whistles, as if the sun was shining in June, standing in front of the painting could feel the painter's love for life.

These are all things she doesn't have, so she likes them.

Just like how she saw Cheng Zhanxi leaning on the locomotive at the door of the bar that day.

Yu Qingtang's face softened suddenly, standing quietly in front of the painting without walking.

Cheng Zhanxi was a little depressed at first, but she was relieved when she saw her expression. It was good to bring her a little happiness, no matter whether it was bells and whistles.

At the same time, she was sure that Yu Qingtang really didn't know how to paint, and her artistic literacy basically stayed at the kindergarten level, so she would be attracted by brightly colored things.

A feeling of pity and love surged in Cheng Zhanxi's heart, looking at her with soft eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi leaned close to Yu Qingtang's ear and said angrily, "Mr. Yu, I'll go to the bathroom."

Yu Qingtang turned her face away, looked at her and nodded.

Cheng Zhanxi hasn't returned for a long time since he went. Yu Qingtang has finished reading all the paintings in the exhibition hall, and was about to send her a message to ask when Cheng Zhanxi came in through the door, wearing a cobalt blue tunic dress and beautiful long curly hair. Behind her, the lights in the exhibition hall reflected her delicate and translucent skin, her steps were light, and her approach was graceful and soft.

Almost everyone in the exhibition hall was attracted by her, and their eyes followed her figure.

Yu Qingtang sighed softly in his heart again.

Teacher Cheng is completely different when he speaks and when he doesn't speak.

Cheng Zhanxi stopped in front of Yu Qingtang with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, and whispered to her, "I just went to ask the people in the museum, and they said that Cheng Mo is in the museum. Do you... want to see her?"

Yu Qingtang said without hesitation, "I don't want to."

Cheng Zhanxi, who tried to blow himself up but was blocked back: "..."

Yu Qingtang: "Aren't you going home?"

"Go back." Cheng Zhanxi tried to convince her, "but it won't take long to see her. Many people don't have the chance to see her."

Yu Qingtang's expression was indifferent: "It doesn't include me."

"I know." Cheng Zhanxi paused for a while, and said it again as if to heal himself, "I know."

At this moment, except for herself, no one knows how complicated her mood is.

She is a dignified young and promising painter who is sought after everywhere, and when she comes to Yu Qingtang, she doesn't even deserve to see her.

Yu Qingtang started to walk outside the exhibition hall, Cheng Zhanxi walked beside her, lowered her voice and said, "I want to see her, can you accompany me?"

Yu Qingtang stopped.

Cheng Zhanxi bit his lower lip, stretched out his fingers and pinched her sleeve, and said, "I'm afraid alone."

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her eagerly, and gently pulled her sleeve.

After a short silence, Yu Qingtang's voice sounded.

"Let's go."

She took her sleeve out of Cheng Zhanxi's hand.

"me and you together."

Cheng Zhanxi grinned, and after meeting Yu Qingtang's gaze, she restrained slightly, and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Sister Yu."

Yu Qingtang's eyes swept over her lightly, retracted his gaze, and walked forward alone.

"Which direction?"

Cheng Zhanxi followed and showed the way: "this way."

The two gradually moved away from the human voice and came to the curator's office.

Cheng Zhanxi knocked on the door with his fingers.

Footsteps were heard inside.

The curator in his fifties opened the office door from the inside, his mouth was wide enough to put an egg, and he was surprised: "Mr. Cheng Mo? Why are you here?"

Yu Qingtang was startled suddenly and looked back subconsciously, but there was no one behind him.

Only then did she slowly put her eyes on Cheng Zhanxi, who was watching by the director of the art gallery, and looked at the two suspiciously back and forth.

The curator and Cheng Zhanxi exchanged glances.

Art Museum Director: Can I act well?

Cheng Zhanxi couldn't bear to look directly and closed his eyes: It's too exaggerated.

The director of the art gallery closed his chin, moved to the side to clear the way, and said, "Please come in."

The two entered the office, and the curator brought the tea brewed in advance and sat beside him with a smile to watch the excitement.

"Are you Cheng Mo?" Yu Qingtang got straight to the point.

She didn't show any surprise, she didn't know if she was hiding it well or she was completely indifferent.

The development of reality is very different from what Cheng Zhanxi imagined.

Cheng Zhanxi thought that Yu Qingtang would really want to see Cheng Mo himself, but in the end, she had to do everything she could to make her willing to meet Cheng Mo. She didn't show the slightest surprise when she saw him, and her confidence had already been shattered. Calmly admit: "Yes."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I originally wanted to send you a painting."

"I do not need."

"That's why I said it was originally."

"But thank you for your kindness."

Cheng Zhanxi took a light breath, Fang smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Yu Qingtang saw the bitterness under her smile, and somehow she couldn't bear it. She looked at Cheng Zhanxi seriously: "Your paintings are very good, but I don't know how to appreciate them."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and didn't speak, that's not what she wanted.

"Go home, it's getting late." She volunteered, her voice soft.

Yu Qingtang was silent for two seconds and said, "Okay."

The director of the art gallery sent them out again, all the way to the gate.

The art gallery in the sunset is beautiful.

Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang got on the same bus. This street has a lot of traffic and the bus is crowded all the year round. There is no empty seat for the two of them to get on the bus. There is only one hanging ring left. The height advantage directly held the metal armrest above.

Yu Qingtang looked a little absent-minded, lowered her gaze, not knowing what she was thinking.

The bus driver has the heart of a racing driver. When he turned violently at the intersection, the whole carriage sounded one after another, and people fell to the side uncontrollably.

Yu Qingtang is no exception.

The blue veins burst out on the back of her hand holding the ring, and she didn't resist the inertia of her body. At this moment, a warm arm stretched out and embraced her waist from behind, helping her stabilize her figure.

Yu Qingtang's back was tightly pressed against the soft and undulating curve of the woman, and she didn't dare to take a breath.

The body stabilizes.

Cheng Zhanxi released his hand.

Yu Qingtang's heart was filled with a sense of loss that he could hardly notice.

Cheng Zhanxi was half a head taller and smaller than her, and the warm breath was just behind her head, and she had a strong sense of presence. Yu Qingtang tilted her head to look at other people in the carriage to divert their attention.

Her eyes suddenly narrowed.

In the first half of the carriage, a man with a height of about 170, with short hair, a black T-shirt, and pimple marks all over his face, looked around as if nothing had happened, and pressed his body to the girl in jeans in front of him, constantly rubbing against him.

The girl found it, moved away a little, and the man posted it again.

Yu Qingtang looked at it, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

"Mr. Yu?" Cheng Zhanxi's voice came from above.

Yu Qingtang heard it in her ears, but had no time to respond, she saw the man unzip the zipper.

The girl was about to cry.

"Mr. Yu?" Cheng Zhanxi was strange, followed her line of sight and looked suddenly sharp.

Yu Qingtang was furious, and was about to see if anyone could come out to stop it, but saw a figure quickly push aside the crowded crowd, and kicked the wretched man fiercely.

The people behind the wretched man hula and retreat to both sides. The man's back slams heavily on the ground with a muffled sound, and he can't get up for a while.

The man stepped forward again and made an elbow strike, and the other party raised his neck and screamed in pain.

Cheng Zhanxi cut the man's two arms neatly behind his back, and pressed his knees against the other's back. He shook his long hair and asked, "Who called the police?"

Her long chestnut curly hair was scattered behind her, revealing a beautiful and deep face. The elegant cobalt blue dress on her body was incompatible with the behavior of capturing a wretched man. Yu Qingtang was stunned for a long time, and Fang opened her mouth, wanting to say that she had called the police. , The girl who was taken advantage of was afraid of dying, took out her mobile phone, and choked up in her voice: "I'll call the police."

Cheng Zhanxi took a breath and said, "Another man, help me hold him down and don't let him run away."

Only then did a strong adult male help hold the wretched man's struggling shoulders.

"Mr. Yu." Cheng Zhanxi made room and said to Yu Qingtang, "Go home when you arrive at the station. I'll give this beast to the police uncle."

Yu Qingtang didn't speak, but shook his head firmly.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled: "Well then."

Coincidentally, this place happened to be near the place where Cheng Zhanxi caught the thief before. She went to the police station to make a transcript, and the female police officer who entertained her last time.

The policewoman smiled when she saw her: "It's you."

Cheng Zhanxi took the water handed over, took a sip, laughed and said, "I'm a good citizen."

The policewoman joked with her: "How about it? Consider joining the ranks of the people's servants? The people need you."

Cheng Zhanxi pretended to be embarrassed and said, "But I have joined the team of human soul engineers."

The policewoman was surprised: "Teacher?"

Cheng Zhanxi nodded with a smile.

The policewoman gave her a thumbs up.

She turned her eyes to Yu Qingtang and said, "Who is this?"

Cheng Zhanxi proudly introduced, "It's also a teacher and a class teacher."

The policewoman was very supportive and said, "It's amazing."

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Where is the greatness?

After finishing the record, the lights were already on, and the vehicles merged into a long line on the streets of the city.

Cheng Zhanxi has to get up early for tomorrow's flight, so she can no longer rely on Yu Qingtang on the same road. She stopped a taxi on the side of the road and opened the back door to take her up.

"I won't be at school for the next two weeks." Cheng Zhanxi said, bending down and looking at the woman in the car from the outside.

"Um."

Cheng Zhanxi waited for a while, but did not wait for the following, gave her a deep look, and closed the car door.

The glass window was slowly lowered in front of him, and Cheng Zhanxi immediately bent over and approached, saying, "Do you have something to say to me?"

Yu Qingtang looked at her quietly for a while and said, "Are you Cheng Mo?"

"Yeah." Cheng Zhanxi was inexplicable, didn't he just say it at the art museum?

Didn't she just react just now? ! Have you been sad all the way? !

Yu Qingtang said: "The journey is safe."

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "Have you finished?"

Yu Qingtang raised her eyebrows, her expression seemed to be quite vivid: "Well, that's it."

She raised the window, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Obviously there are so many words, but you have to be called Mo when you choose a stage name. Does this make up for the lack of it?

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Cheng Zhanxi: It has been twenty years without your silence.