After Ouyang Yiyu left, Mo Nishang packed up the room and came to the studio.
After moving into this villa, I specially prepared a room for painting.
When you open the door, you will feel a very wide view. The easel and drawing board are arranged on one side. The marble on the ground reflects the morning light. If you follow the line of sight, you can see the line connecting the sea and the sky through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
This room also has a rooftop, which is very large and wide, making it a great place for painting.
There is a green shade as a ceiling, which can be used to enjoy the shade on hot days.
Mo Nishang moved the drawing board to the rooftop and brought in a chair.
When she picked up the paintbrush, she realized that there was no color material. It would take an hour to get to S City from here.
But she really wanted to paint today, so she simply put down her paintbrush, changed into some clothes, and went to buy it herself.
Ouyang Yiyu usually prepared money for her, but he never used it.
Anyway, they are husband and wife, so it is normal to use his money, Mo Nishang thought in her heart.
Standing in front of the mirror, the colorful Bohemian skirt added a touch of vitality to her slightly pale face.
********Mo Nishang came to a specialty store selling painting supplies, and suddenly felt that the painting exhibition here was very familiar. Under the painting was written: "You never left."
Her heart tightened suddenly, as if a pair of hands had grabbed her hard.
Mo Nishang saw the same writing underneath other paintings one after another.
Judging from the decoration of this store, it is not very old, but it is still very large, with one, two and three floors.
The first floor is for painting tools, the second floor is for those who want to paint temporarily and those who learn to paint, and the third floor is for art exhibitions, some of which are student works, and some of which are paintings by famous artists.
When Mo Nishang first came in, she felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy here.
Maybe it's because she also loves painting.
At this moment, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang. Mo Nishang answered the phone and felt that everyone around her was looking at her, so she walked to the corner to answer it.
"Hello!"
"Why did you run out and didn't call me? Don't you know that as a husband, you would be worried?" Ouyang Yiyu drove to where Mo Nishang was sitting.
Mo Nishang said jokingly: "As a wife, do you have to report your whereabouts to your husband? You are so strange, I just came out to buy some coloring materials."
"Have you bought it yet?"
"Um!"
"Then come out right away. I'm at the door." He looked up at the gallery's plaque, his eyes darkening a lot. Could it be that he opened this gallery?
It has been almost a year and there is still no news from him.
No one sent out knew his whereabouts.
He turned on the lighter and lit a cigarette, feeling a little melancholy. Although he and Ouyang Lifeng liked to fight, he was his brother after all, and he would not stand idly by if something happened.
While thinking deeply, Mo Nishang stood in front of the car door and knocked on the window.
"So slow?" He unlocked the car, opened the door and let Mo Nishang sit in.
She knocked on the car window so many times that he was so distracted that he didn't react at all.
Ouyang Yiyu frowned when he saw Mo Nishang holding a pile of painting materials in her arms, "Call me next time you need it. You don't need to go out and buy it in person."
"I always feel like I haven't come out for a long time. I just want to come out for some air." She arranged the color materials in her hands, "Can't you always keep me in the room!?" Mo Nishang looked at Ouyang Yiyu.
He suddenly avoided her gaze.
If he hadn't taken the initiative to call up the surveillance of the villa, maybe nothing would have happened.
A year ago, Mo Nishang almost lost all signs of life on the operating table.
Although he spent all his blood in the hope of saving her life, the straight line displayed on the damn instrument did not fluctuate.
"Yu, do you really plan to use this method?" Sikong Haoyi asked again with certainty: "You and I both know that this experiment has never been successful. Even if it is successful, she can only..."
Ouyang Yiyu stood up, with a haze under her bangs. She looked at Mo Nishang on the operating bed and said in a hoarse voice: "As long as she stays alive, no matter how long it takes, it is better than being a cold corpse."
"Ouyang Yiyu, Ouyang Yiyu, Ouyang Yiyu?" Seeing that he didn't reply, Mo Nishang simply stepped forward and took his arm.
"Ah? What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" Ouyang Yiyu began to look Mo Nishang up and down to check if there was something wrong with her.
Mo Nishang looked at him blankly, feeling that he was very strange today.
Ouyang Yiyu also realized what he was doing, and quickly retracted his hand and said seriously: "I'm just... I'm just worried about you for the moment."
"Why? Aren't I very good?" Mo Nishang asked with strange eyes and a strange tone.
He is really not weird today. He is either distracted or flustered.
She just went out to buy some painting materials, so it’s not like this!?
Turning on the car's engine, Ouyang Yiyu changed the subject and said, "Are you hungry?"
When he asked this, Mo Nishang really felt hungry and nodded.
Just as the two people arrived at the door of the gallery, a Maybach parked at the door. The driver got out of the car first and opened the rear door. He was wearing a pair of black leather shoes and a black suit. The driver bowed respectfully: "Master."
Ouyang Lifeng looked up at the gallery and suddenly glanced towards the front of the road. The rear of a black car disappeared at the end of the road.
His brows furrowed slightly.
That car just now...
It seems that she might be there.
"Master, it's ready inside." The driver's voice brought Ouyang Lifeng back to reality, and he walked into the gallery with a soft promise.
Recently, he always fantasizes that Mo Nishang is still alive and she is still in a certain corner of the world.
She had been lucky enough to survive so many times before, and God would let her go this time.
However, all this is just his reverie.
Pushing open the door of the office, you will see a dark-colored decoration, a desk, a set of modular sofas, and large floor-to-ceiling windows.
Ouyang Lifeng sat on the boss's chair and looked across the photo that had been there for a year.
A hint of hurt appears in the blue pupils.
"Ni Shang, you have never been in my dreams in the past year. I miss you so much now. How are you doing there?" He stroked the face in the photo, and his eyes flashed with moist light: "
Maybe I will accompany you before long and wait for me over there."
"Knock knock" sound on the door.
"Come in." He put down the photo and looked at the person who came in. "Who asked you to come here?" The light tone was full of majesty and momentum.
Mo Zhenzhen put the lunch box on the table with a tremor, and was too timid to look at him, "I saw that you didn't eat in the morning, so I made some food and brought it to you."
"Take it away." Ouyang Lifeng said, opening his laptop and planning to work.
Half a year ago, after he got the news of Mo Nishang's death, he attacked Yu Chengxuan and took out all the rights of Yu Chengxuan within a month. Now he is just a decoration in name only, and he is now trapped in the castle.
, without his orders, there is no way to go anywhere.
At that time, when I saw Mo Zhenzhen being imprisoned in the basement, I thought of her growing up with Mo Nishang, so I felt soft-hearted and brought her back.
In fact, it was to be able to see Mo Zhenzhen and feel that Mo Nishang also existed.
After a while, Mo Zhenzhen still stood there motionless.
A wave of irritation surged into my heart, and my tone became frightening: "You didn't hear what I said, I won't eat, take the food and get out."
"Do I really make you hate me so much?" I asked carefully with tears in my eyes.
"Don't make me say it a third time."
His eyes no longer looked at her, as if she were like air.
No one can take that place in his heart.
Mo Zhenzhen covered her mouth and ran out with tears streaming down her face, and the office door was closed with a bang.
Mo Zhenzhen ran out of the gallery and ran on the road, tears flowing down the corners of her eyes.
Why? Why? Why? She can never compare to a dead person.
Mo Nishang, you are dead but you still occupy the position. I hate you, I hate you. I should have killed you in the castle, I should have killed you.
Gradually, her pace began to slow down. Mo Zhenzhen didn't know where she was running, so she wiped the tears from her face and kept walking along the road.
Passing by a couple's restaurant, she stood outside the window and looked at the couples inside, feeling extremely jealous.
Suddenly her eyes froze.
In the window, Mo Nishang was talking and laughing with a man.
Mo Zhenzhen rubbed her eyes and looked again in disbelief...
At this moment, the people inside looked outside and Mo Zhenzhen quickly turned around and ran away.
No, Mo Nishang cannot be her, she is already dead.
"What are you looking at?" Ouyang Yiyu sat next to Mo Nishang, hugged her and looked out the window together, "Did you see someone familiar?"
"No." Mo Nishang smiled and turned around just as their lips brushed against each other.
There was a moment of silence.
For such a long time, she has never done anything between husband and wife with him.
Not even lip to lip happened.
At this moment, the two people looked at each other stiffly. Mo Nishang stood up awkwardly and distanced herself from him, with a somewhat alienated tone: "I'm full, what about you? If we're done, we'll leave!"
"I haven't eaten yet." He stared at her. He had been eating with her just now, and his food hadn't been touched at all.
He had eaten some before, but now he wanted to stay longer.
"Then you eat, I'll wait for you."
"How about we drink juice together?" He smiled and narrowed his eyes, "We have never drank like this together, wife."
Mo Nishang was so shocked that he was shouting like this, and her whole body was sweating and uncomfortable.
But he looked expectantly, and some people had already attracted a lot of attention to him by his appearance.
In this case, it would be very shameful for her to refuse him.
Mo Ni Shang met his gaze and sat down, but he hugged her tightly and handed her a straw as a sign: "Let's see who of us drinks faster."
"It's just one cup, how can we compare."
"Let's see who drinks more."
Mo Nishang glanced at him, "Like a child."
Ouyang Yiyu held the straw in his mouth playfully, and Mo Nishang hesitated and took the straw in her mouth. The two of them started bumping their heads together almost at the same time.
Mo Nishang directly felt that she had hit a stone and frowned in pain.
"Does it hurt? Come here, my husband, and rub it for you." Ouyang Yiyu seemed really nervous to rub it. Mo Nishang didn't hide and asked him to rub it for her. A warm feeling flowed through her heart.
.
Such a life is not bad, I have a husband who loves me and have an ordinary and happy life.
Isn't this all what she has always wanted?
Why was there a dull pain in a certain corner of her heart? Had she forgotten the most important person? It made her heart ached to think of her.
The two left the couple's meal after having fun for a while! After returning to the beach villa, Ouyang Yiyu suddenly had something to do and left again.
Mo Nishang was alone again in the whole villa.
Looking at the car leaving, she stretched out her hand to touch her lips. There was still a scent of him on it. It wasn't until the back of the car completely disappeared that Mo Nishang turned around and walked in. She placed all the paints she bought and took out her paintbrush.
…
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs...