Shao Yatong checked the flights. The earliest one was three hours later, but there was one on the high-speed rail. However, it was about the same time as the plane's arrival. But after weighing it, she decided to take the high-speed rail. She decided to go and couldn't wait any longer.
She contacted Le Xinchi on the high-speed rail. Fortunately, they had already returned to City C. Shao Yatong specifically told Le Xinchi that she was going alone and not to tell Chu Mohan her whereabouts.
Shao Yatong was so excited along the way that she didn't realize that there was a pair of eyes not far away watching her.
When she left the station, Liao Zheming's car was already waiting there, and it was Liao Zheming who came to pick her up in person.
"Brother, why bother you to come here in person? I can get there by car."
"I asked you to take the car over, and your sister-in-law has to wait on my family! She has prepared dinner and is waiting for you. Zi Xi has been shouting to follow. Everyone is very happy to know that you are here." Liao Zheming welcomed Shao Yatong into the car.
Return to the driver's seat.
Liang Yichen did not dare to get too close for fear that Shao Yatong would find him. He watched Shao Yatong being taken into a car by a man from a distance. He was a little worried and quickly called a car to follow him.
When he saw the car carrying Shao Yatong parked in front of a villa, Liang Yichen also hurriedly asked the driver to stop. He watched from a distance as the man got out of the car and opened the door. He was so far away that Liang Yichen could not distinguish the man's appearance.
But in terms of dress and temperament, he must be a person who cannot be underestimated. Being able to live in such a mansion means that his status cannot be questioned. But what is the relationship between Shao Yatong and such a man? Is the friend she said she wanted to meet?
Suddenly, a little girl jumped out of the villa and hugged Shao Yatong. Shao Yatong bent down and picked up the girl, chatting with the man and entering the villa. Liang Yichen was in a state of confusion and could not guess what kind of relationship this was.
Shao Yatong was tasteless after the whole meal. She was thinking about the painting "Paradise Lost".
Le Xinchi and Liao Zheming knew it well, and they looked at each other and put down their bowls and chopsticks.
"Let's go, I think you won't be in the mood to eat until you see the painting, right?" Le Xinchi took Shao Yatong's hand and said with a smile.
Shao Yatong nodded sharply when she heard this. She really couldn't wait, but the host had carefully prepared this table of delicious food, so she couldn't make any other requests.
Le Xinchi took Shao Yatong to the studio.
Although this studio is not large, the terrace connected to the attic is made into a sunroom, making it appear much brighter and brighter.
It's just the color tone of the studio that makes it impossible for Shao Yatong to associate with romance and art. The villa is bright and spacious, and mainly white, but the studio is so gloomy and gloomy.
Dark brown door, gray-black wall, cherry-red still life stand, still life table, red-brown easel and curtains. In short, everything is mainly ocher color, even the ground is the same as the wall.
Normal color.
The studio makes people feel like they are in hell. The only thing that can be confirmed is that it is in human society. It is the sunroom after the renovation. It is also because of the need to draw light that it remains. It seems that the sun is cherished and precious.
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"Everyone will have his own blue sky in his heart. It is an ideal and a deep desire in the soul. He picks up the brush and paints his own blueprint on the picture. Every stroke is like every step he passes by.
One step, leaving deep footprints, pioneering and giving in the field of art, tasting the bitterness and suffering as ingredients, letting the joy of hard work and harvest bloom with bright and dazzling brilliance!" Le Xinchi suddenly spoke.
."This is Zhe Ming's twelve years old
That year he brought me to his studio for the first time, and he said it when we talked about art. The excitement on his face at that time is still vivid in my mind, but his sunshine and enthusiasm were all because of my departure.
changed, he burned all the
The only painting I have is "Paradise Lost" that I painted in the six years since I left!" Le Xinchi walked to the corner and pulled off the black cloth covering the easel. Her hands couldn't help but
I lifted it up and placed it on my chest, and it became difficult to breathe.
"sister in law……"
Le Xinchi raised her hand to indicate that she was fine, "It's always been like this. Whenever I see this painting, I feel so heartbroken that I feel like I'm about to lose my breath."
The painting had its back to the sun. Standing far away, Shao Yatong could only feel the gloom and darkness of the painting. She moved slowly and unknowingly took steps to come to the painting.
On the screen, there is an ancient castle, bluestone and vines, and on the sky covered with black cloth in the background, there is only a curved moon, like a sharp sickle, which can be broken with a tentacle.
In the castle, only dim lights shine through the stone windows. It is located deep in the forest. The wind blows the trees down and tilts. There seems to be black bird-like objects flying. Is it a crow? Or a bat? I can only think of it.
I saw a cold light shining on my head, and my black body blended into the twilight sky.
The painting is based on black, and the strokes are full of force. It can make people feel the painter's calmness, but also has a strong depressive atmosphere, which made Shao Yatong suddenly feel like this.
On the top of the old castle bell tower built with bluestone and withered vines, there seemed to be a tall, slender, but dark figure standing. The hem of the black windbreaker he was wearing was swaying as the strong wind blew, as if with a ferocious look in front of him.
In response to the fierce attack of the violent wind and rain, he roared and struggled, as if he was trying to break out of this hell shrouded in black clouds!
If you can't get out, you will fall from the bell tower at the top of the castle, smash into pieces, and eventually turn into invisible dust and foam. Everything will disappear as if it has never been in this world!
Shao Yatong's heart was trembling as if she had fallen into a bottomless pit. She stumbled back twice before slowly regaining her balance. She grasped the skirt of her clothes tightly with both hands and shook her head in disbelief.
Le Xinchi burst into tears at some point, and gently touched the frame with her fingers, "I thought that Zhe Ming, who decided to give up the art path that day, would force himself not to pick up a paintbrush in the future, but I didn't expect that he would actually use this method.
However, all of this is not intentional, but a true reflection of Zhe Ming's psychology. All of it comes from the people and environment around him... All of this is brought to him by this family and me.
of……"
Shao Yatong's eye circles were also red. She was thinking of Chu Mohan. Why did Chu Mohan have such resonance? He likes Paradise Lost and he understands Liao Zheming. It's not that he can really penetrate into Liao Zheming's soul. That's because they have similar characteristics.
Experience, who understands his pain?
What? He has been hiding himself in this obscurity, admiring paintings like this, and listening to sad music like "Song of the Secret Garden". His inner pain should be comforted by someone, and someone should take him out of that sea of suffering.
, but who will be Chu Mohan’s “savior”?
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Liao Zheming, Le Xinchi, is the male and female protagonist of "The Black Rich Man: President Daddy, Don't Run", written by Zhemilai. If you like it, you can click here.