Girls' apartment building No. 13.
Liu Yunwei sat at the desk, applying eye shadow in front of the mirror.
"Let me tell you, you must not wear bright-colored eye shadow on your swollen eyes, otherwise they will look ugly. I remember when I was in high school, there was a girl in our class who obviously had swollen eyelids, but she also wore bright-colored eye shadow.
It’s so... ugly that I cried.”
Xue Shan sat in front of her desk and flipped through the gossip tabloids bought at a roadside stall: "It's already night, why are you wearing makeup?"
Liu Yunwei said: "What's the name of the person in charge of this matter, Tu Ri? He gave me a box of eye shadow in the evening and said it was imported from abroad. I shouldn't try it on the effect."
Xue Shan said: "Are you talking about Turibaoli Dao? That Mongolian?"
"Yes, that's him."
"I heard that his family is quite wealthy. They have a pasture and a lot of cattle and sheep."
Opposite me, Li Qi, who was knitting a sweater based on Fang Hui's technique, said, "I think you can consider this."
Liu Yunwei looked disgusted: "I don't want to be with cattle and sheep every day in the future."
Fang Hui raised her head: "Then you still accept gifts from others?"
"I'm still not happy if I don't accept her. What can I do?" Liu Yunwei put down her eyebrow brush, took out the lipstick and lightly applied it on her lips. She opened and closed her mouth a few times to make the color more even. After that, she picked up the mirror and took a photo on the left.
Photo, photo on the right, it looks quite satisfactory with the eyeshadow effect.
"Hey, look, Zai Zai and Zai Zai are having a big show." Xue Shan shook the gossip tabloid in her hand excitedly: "I envy her so much. If I can spend a wonderful night with Zai Zai, I would live ten years shorter."
Li Qi glanced at her through the gap between the mirror frame and her scalp: "Didn't you say a week ago that you wouldn't marry anyone but Yan Chengxu?"
"Isn't there a song that goes like this? Love comes too fast, like a tornado, and you can't leave the storm circle without enough time to escape."
"Do you still listen to RB?"
"Me, I listen to whatever songs are popular."
After finishing her work, Liu Yunwei turned around and looked at the two people opposite who were knitting sweaters together: "By the way, didn't you go to Central America yesterday? Did you encounter anything interesting?"
Fang Hui remained silent.
Li Qi glanced at her and said, "Are you asking about people or paintings?"
Liu Yunwei was puzzled: "Didn't you say that the art museum there is very good?"
"The original plan was to go there under the guidance of Fang Hui's classmates, but a little accident happened along the way."
"What accident?" When Xue Shan heard about the gossip, she stopped reading the entertainment tabloids.
"A freshman and junior boy seemed to be interested in Fang Hui's classmate. He insisted on being a free tour guide for us. He kept showing off his professional knowledge when introducing the paintings and sculptures. He also offended Qiao Ran many times. Maybe he felt that Qiao Ran was treating him badly.
It’s quite threatening.”
Xue Shan said: "He is indeed the man I like. He is handsome and reliable. He can also play the piano. He is the center of attention wherever he goes."
Liu Yunwei said: "Didn't you just say that as long as you can have sex with Zai Zai for a moment, you would live ten years shorter?"
"That's different."
"What's the difference?"
Li Qi interrupted their conversation: "I think the junior boy got the wrong person."
The two looked back at her: "What do you mean?"
She glanced at Fang Hui who was silent again: "The person He Sha likes may be Lin Yue."
"Li Yue?"
Liu Yunwei said: "We have eaten at the same dining table with him at least ten times, and you are still so unfamiliar with his name."
Xue Shan lay down on the table, looked at the water-cultivated Lucky Bamboo and said, "He doesn't talk much at all. He seems to have no interest in anything."
Li Qi said: "I think such a person is very reliable."
Xue Shan said: "Then don't you think such people are boring?"
Fang Hui, who had been quietly listening to them talking about men, said: "He's not boring."
Xue Shan smiled: "Because you are more boring than him, so I don't think he is boring."
Liu Yunwei also laughed.
Li Qi said: "I don't know if it's boring or not. Anyway, the junior boys at Central Academy of Fine Arts kicked off the iron board yesterday. Later, even the professor in the college who is good at impression painting was alarmed."
Liu Yunwei looked puzzled: "What happened?"
"That group of people are getting more and more outrageous. One moment they ask if you have seen this painting? Another moment they ask if you know who Monet is? Do you know how many paintings of his "Water Lilies" there are? Another moment they ask if you have been to Europe.
, have you seen the Great Judgment of the Sistine Chapel... In the end, they got tired of Lin Yue."
"Then what?"
"Then he explained several works in the exhibition hall from the creator's resume, personal characteristics, philosophical thoughts to the application of painting techniques, the highlights and shortcomings of the works, and the faces of those junior students turned green. He also pointed out that traditional Chinese painting
There is a painting in the exhibition hall that is not the only one, but a framed painting after the framer cut the original painting into two and remounted the upper layer of paper."
"How does he know so much?" Liu Yunwei glanced at Xue Shan, with curiosity on her face.
Fang Hui said: "Oh, he has read a lot of miscellaneous books, so he has a wider horizon than the average person."
"Really?" Li Qi looked at her with confusion: "Why do I feel that he behaves like an insider? The old saying goes that if you only absorb knowledge from books, you will encounter someone like Professor Wen.
The truth has been revealed a long time ago, but the two of them have been talking for almost an hour."
Xue Shan said: "According to what you said, his art skills are so good, why doesn't he take the art exam? CAFA is much more famous than our school."
Li Qi said: "Who knows."
…
In December, the wind blows and Lin Tao roars.
Lin Yue concealed his true face and stood behind a cedar tree, looking at Wu Tingting who was squatting on the ground not far away, burning paper money for the person in the tomb.
Today is Bai Feng's death anniversary. Just like before, she brought two pieces of yellow paper, a bottle of Red Star 8 in a blue bottle, and an oil paper bag containing a roast duck that cost ten and a half yuan from Fuchengmen takeout.
The wind was a bit strong, so she lit the fire several times before lighting the yellow paper.
Watching the black smoke and ashes being blown up by the wind and then dispersed.
"When you were alive, you liked to drink this every time after a fight with someone. You also said that the taste was soft, better than Niu Er, and you didn't have a headache after drinking too much. And this roast duck, you are quite fair, every time
I buy one at a time and eat half of it, leaving the remaining half for me. I said I don’t like to eat it, but you insist on saying I don’t want to eat it. Sometimes I really want to slap you to death with the sole of my shoe, so that I don’t get heartbroken after seeing it.”
"Then you really died, and I had no chance to think about it anymore. Sometimes I just wonder, did I owe you in my previous life? What good things did you say you did, an ignorant little bastard?
I can’t forget it no matter what.”
"Later, I met a person who had completely different qualities from you. I remember I came over and told you about him last time. He loved learning, loving working, and he was reliable. He would burst out with a little humor from time to time, and he even saved your life.
Grandpa lives."
"Later, I suddenly realized that I didn't miss you anymore. Well, it took me two full years to fall in love with that person. I know you won't blame me, but even so, I warned myself in my heart that I would
I'll give you back all those roast ducks I ate you for. I'll buy you half a duck at a time on Qingming Festival, death anniversary, and Hungry Ghost Festival. Sometimes I would viciously want to get tired of you just one more time. Who made you such a bastard in the first place?
, even if you say you don’t like it, you still buy it for me.”
"Think about the fortune tellers who said I had a bumpy love life before. Now that I think about it, it's true. Men really don't have a good thing. You two bastards, one died and the other ran away. You go around in circles, but you still leave me alone.
.”
Having said this, she unscrewed the bottle of Red Star Erguotou, drank two sips, and poured the remaining wine on Bai Feng's grave.
"Tell me, how much money did I owe you in my previous life?"
When there was less than half a pound of wine left in the bottle, she stopped, stood up and walked outside the cemetery, sipping the remaining wine in the bottle.
Wu Tingting did not go home after leaving the cemetery. She took a car to a remote alley near Changchun Street.
It was already dark, so she went straight to a roadside stall surrounded by oilcloth and ordered a few skewers of fried skewers, a grilled eggplant, and half a bundle of beer, eating and drinking alone.
She didn't know that Lin Yue saw that she was not in good condition, so he kept following her. There was a burn scar on his forehead on the other side of the street, and the person wearing a mask was the person she couldn't forget.
Since the end of the summer vacation, Lin Yue has disappeared. It can be said that there has been no news from him for the past three or four months.
She drank a bottle of beer.
I drank another bottle of beer.
…
One person drank five or six bottles, then looked for the boss to pay the bill and left the food stall amid the surprised eyes of the surrounding diners.
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the cool breeze was blowing on my face, arousing the drunkenness in my body.
Walking on Chang'an Street in early winter, facing endless car lights and a sparse flow of bicycles, her speed became slower and slower, and her pace became messy.
At the entrance of Xidan subway station, she stopped, thought for a while and then turned in.
It was okay to go down the stairs. After walking forward for a while, I finally couldn't suppress the drunkenness in my body and sat down in the long connecting passage.
The first few guys who had just come out of the subway station, either with dyed yellow hair or disheveled hair, who looked like they were not good at walking, walked over "kindly".
"Hey, girl, girl, can you go? You tell me where to go, how about some of my brothers take you home?"
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Chapter completed!