After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Yu Qingtang didn't stay at the hotel, she heard the sound of breathing behind her becoming even and long, she waited a little longer, then turned around, and confirmed that Cheng Zhanxi was asleep by the moonlight, Fang lightly got up, put on a few more clothes. The clothes that were thrown on the sofa an hour ago quietly left without making a sound and closed the door of the hotel room.

Going downstairs from the special elevator, the front desk of the hotel at 4:00 in the morning looked slightly surprised, maintaining a friendly standard business smile: "Hello, what service do you need?"

Yu Qingtang shook her head and left from the gate.

The front desk of the hotel looked at her back, tilted her head, and did not keep this incident in her memory.

There are many strange guests, and it is not uncommon to leave in the middle of the night.

It’s not easy to take a taxi in the early morning, but fortunately this is the city center. Yu Qingtang took a taxi from the online car-hailing software. The driver is the most common middle-aged man, with an ordinary temperament and a plain appearance. Yu Qingtang sat in the back seat and had a nervous breakdown Tightly, the cases that have been reported in the social news are constantly playing out in his mind.

It was the first time she had come home so late.

She regretted it a little and should have stayed at the hotel until dawn before coming out.

The night is quiet and deep, there are few vehicles on the street, and the darkness is like a giant beast with its mouth open, dormant and hidden. Passing by the street in front of Zero Degree Bar again, after another ten minutes' drive, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a high-end community. Yu Qingtang got out of the car and saw the door guard post with lights on close by, and the heart that had been nervous all the way finally relaxed temporarily.

"If possible, please give a five-star praise." The middle-aged driver's honest voice wafted from the lowered front window.

Yu Qingtang looked into the car window from a distance and nodded.

The taxi drove back into the night, engulfed by darkness.

Yu Qingtang opened the gate of the community, walked quickly to the building where she lived under the bright street lights, and took the elevator upstairs alone.

It wasn't until she entered the house, turned on the lights in the living room, and the room was bright as day, that she changed her shoes at the entrance step by step, poured water for herself, and went to the bathroom alone to take a shower.

The woman from last night was very gentle, hardly hurt her, and thoughtfully did not leave any traces, only the strange feeling from somewhere reminded her of some fragmentary fragments in the sound of water.

…

Yu Qingtang changed into pajamas, came out of the bathroom, went outside to pour water again, and saw an oil painting - "Blizzard" hanging on the wall of the living room.

The signature is Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo is a painter who has become famous in recent years. He is very good at oil painting, and also can paint charcoal and watercolor. He first became famous abroad, and then his fame returned to China. Yu Qingtang didn't know much about this artist, and a few words were told to her by classmates who used to go to the art exhibition with her. She only likes Cheng Mo's paintings and doesn't care about the artist himself.

"Blizzard" is a work created by Cheng Mo last year. It depicts a blizzard whizzing on the sea, a sky covered with dark clouds, a fishing boat sailing in the rolling wind and waves, the mast is blown skewed, and it will be broken and unbroken, high above the wind and waves On the tip, life hangs by a thread, I don't know if it will be smashed into pieces by the waves in the next second, or will it be lucky to escape again and finally see the sun.

The colors are deep and restrained, and they are used to the extreme. The whole picture is full of tension. Everyone standing in front of the painting is involuntarily turbulent, as if they are also involved in this blizzard of unknown life and death.

Yu Qingtang held the water glass, looked up for a long time, smiled self-deprecatingly, and left the living room.

There is no escape, the wind and snow will never stop.

This painting Yu Qingtang paid a high price of 3 million to be photographed in the capital. Although she was not financially strapped, the 3 million spent almost all of her savings, and she would not normally be so impulsive. But at that time, she happened to learn that she was engaged by the Wei family, and she saw this painting by coincidence, and shot "Blizzard" with an indescribable emotion.

It is probably because things hurt their species, and the rabbits die and the foxes are sad.

Only art can make people truly empathize.

Yu Qingtang's school had some unfinished business, so he took a flight back to the capital the next day, came out of the teacher's office, and the phone rang.

Yu Qingtang walked to the shade, picked it up, and said coldly, "Second Uncle."

The voice on the other end of the phone, Bo Wei, said cheerfully, "Qingtang, do you want to go home? The old man is looking forward to you."

Yu Qingtang tried her best not to draw a mocking arc on the corner of her mouth. She lowered her eyelids and replied calmly, "Okay."

Erbo Wei: "Just in time to discuss your marriage."

Yu Qingtang: "But the second uncle is the master."

Uncle Wei pretended to say: "How can that be done? You always have to agree to it yourself."

Yu Qingtang glanced at the sun above his head, it was almost too bright, two o'clock in the afternoon was the hottest time of the day.

Now go to Wei's house, you can skip dinner.

"I'll go now." Yu Qingtang descended the stairs and walked into the scorching sun.

The green grass is green, and the city center is quiet in the middle of the noise. A huge villa rises from the ground, which is the main residence of the Wei family.

The old man of the Wei family is in power. The old man is over eighty years old and still in good spirits. They have four sons in total. Yu Qingtang's father is the third, and the rest of the houses are full of branches and leaves, and it is too lively. Only the three houses are thin, and Yu Qingtang's mother died prematurely in childbirth. There are only three sons, Wei Tingyu and Yu Qingtang.

In front of Yu Qingtang, there are six cousins ​​in the first and second rooms, ranking seventh among grandchildren.

She hadn't come to Wei's house for a long time, but the guard didn't recognize her, stopped her, asked her to register her name, and called to ask the housekeeper of Wei's house. After getting a positive answer, he gave Yu Qingtang a suspicious look and let her pass.

The servants of the Wei family swept the floor in front of the gate of the villa, and Yu Qingtang clenched his fingers on the strap of the satchel, and walked over without looking sideways.

The servant raised his head, reacted for a few seconds, bent down and swept the ground in front of her again, and greeted lazily, "Miss Seven."

The dust from the broom rose and fell on Yu Qingtang's clean, snow-white uppers.

Yu Qingtang avoided the broom, walked to one side, replied in a low voice, um, and walked towards the courtyard gate.

The sound of the car's engine sounded behind him, and a pure black Maybach stopped at the door of the villa. Yu Qingtang didn't look back, and didn't even stop.

The maid's respectful voice reached his ears.

"Miss Ninth, Miss Twelve."

Wei Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him.

The servant hurriedly flattered: "Miss Jiu, it's that..."

He opened his mouth, but deliberately only made the sound of "Aba Aba", his expression exaggerated and funny.

It caused the innocent Wei Twelve to giggle.

Wei Jiu fondly touched the tip of his sister's nose, looked at Yu Qingtang's back, and laughed loudly: "Who am I? It turns out that the mute is back."

***

In the heat of summer, the cicadas chirped endlessly.

Cheng Zhanxi took Yu Jianxing back to Zero Degree Bar, turned a deaf ear to Yu Jianxing's gossip last night, and went straight to the backstage of the bar.

Yu Jianxing is a fun-loving and popular person. She has been in Sicheng for so long, and she has made some friendship with the bar owner.

Cheng Zhanxi said straight to the point: "The woman sitting in the corner of the sofa last night, wearing a long bamboo cyan dress, has a tear mole on her left eye. She looks very beautiful. Do you have any impression?"

The bar owner sitting opposite said, "Yes."

Beautiful women always attract attention, not to mention that the owner of the LES bar is a LES himself. In fact, the owner personally went to chat with him and came back with a sullen nose.

"She came here often." The bar owner recalled for a moment and said, "Starting about three months ago, every time I came to the bar, she was there."

three months ago?

Isn't that the same time as when you came to Sicheng?

The bar owner added: "But I don't come here every day. I can help you ask the waiters and bartenders on duty here."

The duty table in the bar was very well adjusted, everyone was very impressed with Yu Qingtang, and they discussed this strange guest in private. It didn't take much time to determine that Yu Qingtang came almost every day, and only two or three days were absent, probably because of something.

Cheng Zhanxi: "did she agree to anyone's invitation to leave with others?"

Yu Qingtang's performance last night was very unfamiliar, and there were some other things. Cheng Zhanxi basically concluded that she should be the first time, but that doesn't mean anything. Curiosity is the beginning of liking, and exploring this process is the deepening of liking. Cheng Zhanxi wants to know her motives more than the matter itself.

Both the man on duty and the bar owner shook their heads.

"I don't have the impression. She sits alone until about 10:30 and leaves every time, which is very punctual, but I can't rule out that I didn't notice it. After all, there are so many guests." The bar owner replied conservatively.

"Is she a native?"

"This... we don't know, we haven't seen it before." The bar owner apologized.

Unable to ask for more information, Cheng Zhanxi thanked the bar owner and invited her to a meal.

In the next few days, Cheng Zhanxi painted in the studio during the day, and went to the Zero Degree Bar at night, trying to meet each other again, but it was no accident.

Cheng Zhanxi felt fortunate when he was lost.

Time flies to the weekend.

Cheng Zhanxi went to a local rock climbing club, and Yu saw that Xing Mian followed her like a bitter gourd, wearing protective equipment and tying safety ropes. Looking at the high artificial rock wall, his calf became weak and dizzy.

Cheng Zhanxi's words brought her back to life.

"I went to Zero Degree Bar these days, and she never showed up again."

Yu Jianxing was refreshed, and immediately said, "Does that mean she won't go to the bar again after her appointment?"

Cheng Zhanxi considered for a moment, and said, "I can barely say that,"

She tried the safety rope, smeared magnesium powder on her hands, and started climbing up the wall. She grabs, pulls, pushes, pedals, hangs, and treads without using ropes. She moves and leaps with superb skills. Her slender and flexible body is always tightly attached to the rock wall, like a strong blue sheep.

There were a few young girls under the rock wall, who seemed to be beginners, and wow in a low voice watching her smooth movements.

Cheng Zhanxi turned back and smiled narrowly at them, the peach blossom eyes had their own electricity.

Several little girls blushed one after another, look at me, I pushed you, twisted into a ball of laughter.

Yu Jianxing was too lazy to complain about her cute, walking hormones, and shouted up: "Slow down!"

Cheng Zhanxi stopped and waited for her to climb to the same height as her, and then she matched her speed and climbed up like a snail.

No way, it's not easy to find someone in China who is willing to accompany her rock climbing.

Yu Jianxing said: "According to what you said, she sat in the bar for three months, and she didn't make an appointment with anyone. As soon as you went, she made an appointment with you, and you never showed up after the appointment. Is this a bit..." She winked at Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled.

After continuing to climb for a while, Cheng Zhanxi suddenly stopped, biting his lower lip gently, and his voice lowered: "You say, does she like me?"