On the night when Shao Jingmo left Qiao's house, Qiao Qiao had been suffering from insomnia for the first half of the night and couldn't fall asleep despite tossing and turning.
I finally fell asleep in the second half of the night, but I only slept for less than two hours. I woke up at four in the morning and couldn't fall asleep again.
She didn't turn on the light, so she got up quietly, fumbled for her coat at the end of the bed and put it on her body, then went to sit on the tatami in front of the window.
Without any sense of time, I sat there until dawn.
Then she got sick.
There was no high fever, no nausea or vomiting, and no dizziness. The whole person was like an eggplant after being beaten by frost, wilted, unable to cheer up, and very haggard.
Qiao's mother asked her family doctor to take a look. Qiao Qiao neither fussed nor made a fuss, and was very cooperative with the doctor throughout the process.
A few minutes later, the doctor closed the door and came out. Seeing Qiao's mother and Qiao's father waiting anxiously, the doctor shook his head at them.
Mother Qiao was shocked: "How could it be so serious?"
Father Qiao's expression didn't look much better: "We were talking and laughing last night, so well. How come today..."
Not long after Shao Jingmo came out of Mr. Qiao's room last night, Qiao's father and mother Qiao also went in and learned about the divorce.
After Jingcheng opened the door, workers entered one after another.
Only in the dead of night was when she was in her worst mood.
Father Qiao immediately stepped forward and asked, "What happened just now? Why was there so much noise all of a sudden?"
As soon as she came out, Mother Qiao saw Father Qiao's particularly concerned face appearing in front of her eyes.
Qiao Qiao was sitting on the bed. She had her hair down and her face was very pale. She stared blankly at a certain place for who knows how long. That neither sad nor happy state made Mother Qiao feel distressed.
In addition to the signature, there is also a date.
The worker asked: "What should we move?"
Jingcheng nodded: "Yes."
Qiao Qiao raised her eyes and looked at Jingcheng. The nervousness on his face conveyed to her that there was something very important underneath this covered frame.
The worker looked up and saw a young girl standing at the door. He kindly reminded: "Please move out of the way of your valuables."
"Two years ago, one year ago... and the day before I came to the capital to pick me up..."
"Whether it's necessary or not is not up to you!" Qiao Qiao waved away Jingcheng's blocking arm and entered the 'secret room'.
Qiao Qiao has been hiding her emotions very well recently, especially in front of her parents and grandfather. She looks almost the same as usual. In the company as well, no one knows how unhappy she is.
"I think after getting along day and night for the past few months, Yu Yu really likes Jing Mo, otherwise he wouldn't be so reluctant to let go." Qiao's father's tone was full of regret: "It's a pity that he and Jing Mo have only a short relationship."
Before the servant finished speaking, Qiao Qiao suddenly walked towards that direction.
Mother Qiao frowned: "Is it because of Jingmo?"
Qiao Qiao was choked. No wonder she only thought that her gestures in the painting should be indicating something, but she couldn't remember what the scene was. It turned out that it was the first month she arrived in the capital, and she opened a barber shop but had no business.
, and then shamelessly go out to solicit customers.
As soon as these words came out, Qiao's mother and Qiao's father breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Jingcheng explained clumsily: "This is the third master's personal belongings and is very valuable. I hope the eldest lady will not be embarrassed and let the workers I brought move the things smoothly."
"Um."
But when she really opened it, she regretted it again.
Jingcheng fell silent.
She slowly stretched out her hand, trying to touch the oil painting, but her hand trembled slightly in mid-air.
The workers all responded in unison.
"I'm not sure. I think we can all move it tonight. When it's done..."
The date, she forgot to look at the date.
Mother Qiao nodded: "I'm keeping an eye on the process. We will get the divorce certificate tonight at the latest. We are finally free."
Qiao Qiao stepped inside, but Jingcheng stopped her: "Miss, there's no need."
"Yuyu, listen to your mother. There is still a long way to go, so there is no need to waste it all on him."
The only thing that can be determined is that this painting was painted by Shao Jingmo, and it is signed below: Mo.
Just see it if you see it. Anyway, it was supposed to be seen by the eldest lady, at least he thought so.
The servant looked at Qiao Qiao's face and considered what he said: "I heard that the third master is moving out of Qiao's house. Those people are the people the third master invited from the moving company."
Qiao Qiao was distracted when Mother Qiao's voice brought her back to reality. She slowly raised her head to look at Mother Qiao and shouted hoarsely: "Mom."
Jingcheng knew very well that since he had violated the third master's wishes and allowed the eldest lady to see his secret, it was better to violate it to the end.
"How long will it take to move?"
Qiao Qiao read the signature and date under each oil painting over and over again, and every time she read it, she shed a tear.
Qiao Qiao: "Moving..."
Mother Qiao did not expect that her daughter would suddenly have such a big emotional reaction because of those few words she said.
Qiao Qiao looked away from the painting and turned to look at Jingcheng: "You mean, there is my portrait in it?"
Qiao Qiao: "What if I want to watch it?"
Qiao Qiao turned around: "You mean that oil painting just now?"
Qiao Qiao asked: "Why can't you watch it?"
She couldn't do it openly, so she had to do it secretly.
…
Qiao Qiao turned her face away, and her mother's hand immediately fell.
Hearing this hoarse voice, Mother Qiao's heart almost broke. She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to cup Qiao Qiao's face: "If you have anything on your mind, please tell mom, okay?"
The doctor said: "She is too worried. Her state did not just appear today. I guess it has been going on for several days."
"彽彽..." Mother Qiao hesitated to speak. Seeing that her daughter was in such a bad mood, she felt extremely distressed: "When it comes to him, you can still keep your heart calm. When you say something bad about him, you lose control of your emotions. He treats you badly.
The impact is too great.”
Qiao Qiao raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks: "What else?"
Father Qiao and Mother Qiao looked at each other, looking at each other.
Mother Qiao was dissatisfied and said to the doctor: "You can just say it. You have to shake your head. I was so scared that I thought it was a serious illness."
Qiao Qiao looked in that direction: "Did they just come?"
Mother Qiao said solemnly: "Okay, let's not mention what is a foregone conclusion. Although the doctor just said that Yu's condition is a heart disease and needs heart medicine, the doctor also said that time is also a good medicine to cure heart disease. Wait for him
Now that he's gone, everything will be back on track, and as time goes by, he will slowly forget about him, and maybe he will be completely forgotten in a year or two."
Qiao's father and Qiao's mother also knew about the divorce between Qiao Qiao and Shao Jingmo.
Qiao Qiao's eyes were red: "Get out!"
Jingcheng's voice came.
The place she had been unable to enter, and today Shao Jingmo's bodyguards led people to move things in, and she felt mixed emotions.
There is a huge oil painting embedded in the frame, and the person in the portrait is her, with every frown and smile, almost lifelike.
There were about fifteen or six paintings in sight, most of them were oil paintings and a few were sketches, all framed. The visual scene almost shocked Qiao Qiao.
"I didn't hesitate at all when I agreed to marry you, and I didn't hesitate at all when I asked for divorce. What does this mean? It means that you are not important in his eyes from the beginning to the end, and he doesn't take you seriously at all.
.”
Not long after, two workers lifted a frame out. Because the frame was covered with a piece of burgundy velvet, no one knew what was under the velvet.
They are all movers hired by professional companies, so they won't cause trouble by being careless.
"Hey." Mother Qiao walked to the bed.
At this time, there were four movers standing in Shao Jingmo's bedroom. Jingcheng was standing at the back. Wherever he passed his hand, he would say: "Don't touch these, and don't touch these."
She had always been curious, and she even quietly asked Shao Jingmo if he could give her the privilege to go in and see what rare treasures were hidden inside.
She has been suppressing it and has never let these repressions be released, so she is extremely painful inside and even tortures herself repeatedly.
At that time, Qiao Qiao was standing at the door. She watched the workers enter the cubicle one after another. She remembered that she had been to Shao Jingmo's bedroom many times and knew that there was a cubicle there, but she needed a key to enter.
Mother Qiao opened the door and came in.
The oil painting had been peeked by Qiao Qiao, so Jingcheng didn't panic too much. If he hadn't deliberately let off steam just now, Qiao Qiao wouldn't have had the chance to lift the flannel.
Mother Qiao looked unhappy: "I almost fell out with me when I mentioned Jingmo."
Jingcheng ran over and blocked Qiao Qiao with his body.
Qiao Qiao lowered her eyes and whispered: "So since I arrived in the capital, my uncle has been paying attention to me."
Qiao's father was angry: "It's already this time, and you still mention Jingmo. Are you afraid that you will never forget him in this life?"
"The eldest lady may think that she is very lucky and everything goes smoothly in the capital, but in fact, the third master has settled many things for you, and the third master has quietly cleaned up many messes for you, and the third master has done it for you.
A lot of things happened.”
Qiao Qiao didn't speak. She bent down and hugged her legs, resting her chin on her knees, sobbing heavily from her nose.
She was very eager to know what was under the flannel.
"Third Master is not worried about you being there alone, so he has been paying attention to it." Jingcheng stepped forward and motioned to Qiao Qiao to look at each painting here: "Miss, you should also notice the date of each painting.
In the past three years, whenever Mr. San misses you very much, he will draw your portrait in this room. Until you come back, he will lock this compartment, lest you see these paintings and scare you.
"
In the eyes of Mother Qiao, her look was almost heartbreaking: "I know it's because of him."
The servant turned his head and glanced in that direction, and then said to Qiao Qiao: "Miss, she is a worker from the moving company."
Jingcheng said nothing.
Qiao Qiao didn't leave. She stepped in without saying anything. She stretched out her hand to lift the burgundy velvet, but before she could touch the edge of the velvet, she was immediately stopped by Jing Cheng who came out from inside——
The doctor frowned and looked solemn: "At present, Miss Qiao has no physical problems, but if she continues like this, her mental condition may not be very optimistic."
She opened the door and came out. When the servant saw her going out, he immediately asked: "Miss, what do you need?"
When did he secretly draw so many portraits of her behind her back?
"It's just that you don't know. You always think you are lucky."
"He has changed his mind when he saw something different. Why is it worth your being so unable to let go of him?"
Jingcheng stood in front of Qiao Qiao without moving an inch: "I'm sorry, Miss, it's inconvenient."
One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces...
Qiao Qiao shook her head, looked up at the people standing in the corridor not far away, and asked, "Who are they?"
Mother Qiao stopped nagging and turned around to go out.
But she forgot, and had no recollection of what she was gesturing at. She also couldn’t remember the clothes she was wearing in the portrait, or the scene she was in.
"Miss, you have already seen the paintings, please stop making it difficult for us to move these paintings, okay?" Jingcheng asked.
Jingcheng shook his head: "No."
In the painting, she stretches out her hands, as if making some gesture.
But he was fooled by Shao Jingmo every time.
Qiao Qiaojing looked at Mother Qiao for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled her lips and let out a sarcastic laugh: "There's nothing to say."
Father Qiao remained silent, acquiescing to this statement.
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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Qiao Qiao was disturbed by some noise.
So far, she has never entered.
Qiao Qiao's face was expressionless: "I will only take a look and won't waste much of your time."
"He doesn't deserve it."
"Miss, wait a moment!"
The doctor said sternly: "What I mean by shaking my head is that Miss Qiao is fine."
She suddenly squatted down unexpectedly. Jingcheng couldn't believe that she was going to get in, so he immediately leaned over to pull Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao saw the right moment and put aside his hand, and lifted up the burgundy velvet cloth.
"Inside." Jingcheng pointed to a compartment in the bedroom. When the workers rolled up their sleeves and prepared to start work, Jingcheng gave a special reminder: "Items are valuable, so you must be careful, especially those that are covered. Don't allow them."
If you open it without permission, just move it as I tell you."
Finally, last night, the secret she wanted to know the most was right in front of her. Everything came crashing down, and the defense line supporting her body finally broke.
"It's not like you don't know that He is worried now. If I don't mention Jingmo, who will I mention?" Mother Qiao quickly lowered her voice, quietly closed the door, and pulled Father Qiao aside: "Keep your voice down, don't let me."
She heard it."
When Mother Qiao said the last words, 'He's not worth it,' Qiao Qiao's mood suddenly fluctuated greatly. She did not refute Mother Qiao's words, but directly pushed her away: "Get out! Get out!"
"In addition to painting your portrait and comforting my lovesickness, Third Master goes to the capital twice every month, but you don't know it, because Third Master has never appeared in front of you, and the only time he showed up was when he picked you up.
"
"The painting just now was of the eldest lady standing outside the barber shop soliciting customers during her first month in the capital."
"Okay, okay, don't be angry. Mom will go out now." Mother Qiao stood up, her hands hanging by her side seemed to have nowhere to put them. She sighed: "I arranged for a servant to guard your door. If you
Whatever you want, whatever you want to eat, just shout."
Father Qiao asked: "What do you mean?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't let you move your things." Qiao Qiao's tone was a little serious, and her face was not very good: "Of course I also said, just take a look, it won't waste much of your time."
He didn't want the third master to have the eldest lady hate him until he died.
There was mist in Qiao Qiao's eyes, but that was not a sign that she was about to cry. She found that when her mood became neither sad nor happy, her mood never went up or down again, and she couldn't cry even if she wanted to.
Qiao Qiao tried her best to push away Jingcheng who was blocking her, but her strength alone was of no use as Jingcheng's body did not move at all.
Qiao's father looked back at the closed door, worry almost overflowing from his brows: "According to what my father meant, the divorce procedures for Yu Yu and Jing Mo are already in progress."
Qiao Qiao shook her head: "I won't read it."
Jingcheng frowned: "What?"
Qiao Qiao raised her eyes and looked at Jingcheng: "Just pretend that I didn't come in, just pretend that I don't know anything, just pretend that I didn't lift the flannel just now, you don't need to tell me anymore, I won't read it either."
After saying that, she turned around and left here as if running away.
