It's still her big bedroom, and it still has the same style inside. But in my eyes, her residence looks a little messier. There are several easels in the room, and the canvases on the easels are all unfinished.
The work, the ground is also a little dirty, you can see various colors of paint on the floor.
I couldn't help but frown, "Sister Yaru, how can you do this? Look at how messy and dirty your place is!"
But she smiled nonchalantly and said: "My place is relatively clean. If you go and see the studios of those male teachers, they are called dirty and messy."
I said, "Are you a woman? And this is where you live."
As I said that, I started to clean it up for her. But she immediately stopped me, "Feng Xiao, don't do it. This kind of environment is conducive to our creation. If it is too clean, there will be no inspiration."
I asked her in surprise: "What does this mean?"
She folded her hands and looked at me and said: "Because creation requires a state of extreme freedom, both in mind and body. If the room is too clean, attention will be drawn to it, and you will always worry about leaving it behind."
The floor is dirty. How can you have passion and inspiration in such a state?"
I understood immediately, "That makes sense. It seems like I'm too busy." Then I asked her, "It seems like you haven't finished these paintings yet. Is that okay if you create several paintings at the same time?"
She said: "Recently, I suddenly had several inspirations, so I had to draw their outlines."
I shook my head and said, "I don't understand how you create art, but I don't think you can do it like this, right? Now that you have inspiration, you should do it in one go and use that inspiration to complete it all at once."
She sighed: "It should be like this, but my inspiration always slips away after a little while. I can't help it."
I couldn't help but laugh, "Your inspiration is so strange. How come it slips away so easily like a loach?"
She looked at me and said softly: "Feng Xiao, I want your loach. Come on, let your loach slip into my body."
I looked at her and my heart was trembling. She suddenly ran over and hugged me. I also felt her body trembling.
…
I fell on her fair and beautiful back and stuck close to her.
"Feng Xiao, why are you so powerful?" Her voice seemed to be floating in the air in the room.
I asked her softly: "Sister Yaru, are you feeling comfortable?"
Her voice was still so alluring, "Yeah. That's great..."
I couldn't help but ask her: "Then why are you willing to introduce me to Dong Jie?"
She muttered: "Don't I want her to be happy? Feng Xiao, do you know what we women need most?"
I asked: "What?"
She said in a soft voice, "First, I feel that this man can be relied on and can bring me a sense of security and a prosperous life. Second, this man must have strong sexual ability. It's that simple for us women. Feng Xiao, you
We have it all.”
I thought to myself: Is this simple? But I couldn't help but continue to ask: "Well, what if the time comes... I mean if I agree to your suggestion, then you will definitely
If you can't help but do this to me again, wouldn't it be..."
I really don’t know how to express what I said next, and at the same time I feel that my topic is a bit too much. I will stop immediately.
She stopped talking and just let out a faint sigh.
Not long after, she suddenly got up from the bed and put on her clothes.
I saw her pull out a suitcase from under the bed. I vaguely knew what she was doing but couldn't ask her, so I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be ready to sleep.
"Feng Xiao, the things are here. You can take them. Now you'd better leave right away. I don't want anyone to see you leaving my place tomorrow morning." I immediately heard her saying to me.
When she opened her eyes, she immediately saw a scroll in her hand. It should be a framed painting, and it should be a Chinese painting.
I had no choice but to put on my clothes, and then took the scroll from her hand, "Sister Yaru, I think I should give you money. Or other things."
She looked at me and said, "Feng Xiao, do you think money will allow you to take it away with peace of mind? I have said that this is the end of our relationship. Let's just be friends from now on, okay?"
I immediately stood there awkwardly.
She was still looking at me and asked me: "Feng Xiao, I already have a boyfriend. Although he is not as good as you, I am still very satisfied. I am a woman and I must have a family. In fact,
I should thank you because you gave me so much happiness."
I understood everything immediately, and then said to her softly: "Sister Yaru, I wish you well and thank you."
At this moment, I found her eyes starting to shed crystal tears. I sighed in my heart, then slowly turned around and left. I took the painting with me.
This is the second time I have been kicked out of my home by a woman, but I still don't feel unhappy at all. I think they should be like this.
I didn't have any impulse to open the painting immediately. When I got to the car, I casually put it on the passenger seat. I felt like she was sitting in that seat.
I believe that there should still be a little bit of her breath left in that seat.
I didn't start my car immediately because a sadness suddenly welled up in my heart. In my mind, the scenes when she and I were together began to appear one by one.
A gust of cold wind blew in from the car window, which made me shiver, and my mind came to my senses. Then I slowly drove the car forward. When I left her downstairs, I couldn't help but look up.
Looking above, I found that the lights in her residence had been extinguished at some point. The whole building was dark.
Suddenly a thought popped up in my heart: Is there anything I can do to help her?
After looking at the time, I saw that it was not too late. Then I drove out of the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts, then took out my phone and started calling Kang Demao.
I don't know if he was drunk again today.
Fortunately, Kang Demao's vague voice came over the phone soon, "Feng Xiao, have you drunk too much? Why are you calling me at this time?"
I couldn't help laughing, "Who drank too much? Demao, when are you going to take up the post? Is the time confirmed?"
"Just these few days. Didn't I say? This time the time is very tight, so we brothers don't have to celebrate each other. Next time you go back to your hometown, let's just have a good drink." He said, his voice less vague.
.I could feel that my question made him sensitive and excited.
I said: "De Mao, let me give you a suggestion. I think you should hire a nanny at home. After all, Ding Xiang is pregnant. What do you think?"
He said: "That's not necessary. My parents will take care of her at my house."
I can’t say anything, but I’m a little worried: Kang Demao’s parents are from rural areas, can Lilac get used to their lifestyle?
"That's fine." I said, and then started to ask him what I wanted to ask, "Demao, there is something I want to ask you. I remember I heard you say before that the provincial government office gives gifts to out-of-town guests.
Those paintings were provided by the Academy of Fine Arts. Do you know what level of work is required for that kind of work? By the way, how much did you pay that painter for one painting?"
"I don't know the specifics. You have to ask Secretary-General Lin about this. What? Do you have a friend who is a painter?" he said.
"I'm just asking casually." I said hurriedly, "Okay, you can rest. I did drink, and I have to go to bed right away. Demao, it's settled, we have a good drink in my hometown." I
I immediately want to interrupt our phone call.
But he continued to say to me: "Feng Xiao, I have something to ask you. Please pay more attention to Dingxiang in the future. When you become the director of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Hospital, please find a high-level doctor to help you."
She has regular check-ups, and I also want her to be in your hospital when she gives birth. Is that okay?"
I should have agreed immediately, but I hesitated in my heart for some reason, and then said to him: "Demao, I think the technical power of the hospital affiliated to the Medical University is stronger. I can work in our hospital or
Also, find a better obstetrician and gynecologist in the affiliated hospital. What do you think?"
He said: "It's better to stay with you. That way I can rest assured."
I had no choice but to say, "Okay. I'll make arrangements as soon as I get there."
After the phone call with Kang Demao, I didn't know why, but I always felt a strange feeling in my heart, but I didn't know what this strange feeling was.
Early the next morning, I received a notice from Dean Zhu. He told me that a farewell party for Wang Xin and I would be held at the Victoria Hotel, in the conference room of that hotel, and then a dinner would be held there.
.He also told me the specific time.
Maybe it was due to the cold wind the night before. I found that I had some mild cold symptoms, so I lay in bed and continued to sleep.
It feels so good to go to bed in the morning. Only then did I realize how happy it is to be able to continue sleeping in the morning.
I didn't drive when I went to the Victoria Hotel that afternoon because I knew I would drink a lot in the evening.
However, what I didn't expect was that when I first entered the lobby of the Victoria Hotel, I met someone I once knew. She was Hu Xuejing, Si Weimin's wife. She was the manager of this local restaurant.
I went to see her about Chen Yuan, but after Si Weimin went to jail, I never saw this woman again.
Today, when Dean Zhu told me that he arranged today's activities at this place, I completely forgot that I had an "acquaintance" here, because at that time I was completely enveloped in excitement. Moreover, the past has passed.
For so long, everything that happened seems to have been erased from my memory.
She was not far in front of me, walking towards the outside of the hotel in my direction. She was still wearing a Western suit, navy blue. It was obvious that she still worked in this hotel. But I found that she had become
He is haggard and has aged a lot.
At this moment, I was stunned.
Because I still recognized her, and I also really realized that she also recognized me.
I suddenly felt that my legs were as heavy as lead and I could no longer move. She seemed to be the same as me, because she had stopped not far in front of me.
However, this state only lasted for a short time. Soon, she continued to walk in my direction. I kept looking at her, thinking that she was going to come over and say something to me. However,
But she didn't come to see me again, and walked past me as if I were nothing.
I was still standing there, every muscle in my body was stiff... Finally I felt that she had walked out of the hotel, and my body slowly relaxed, I smiled bitterly, and then continued walking inside.
After entering the elevator, I still smiled bitterly in my heart. This incident made me understand something: it seems that I am still too impatient, and I still can't be as ruthless as turning a blind eye. But she can do it.
I arrived a little early. The conference room was empty. In addition to the waiters, there were two directors of the school office and the director of our hospital. They greeted me warmly as soon as they saw me.
I felt a little embarrassed when I found out that I had arrived too early, because such a situation would make people think that I was impatient. But now that the matter was over, I had no choice but to go and chat with them.
Now I realize that attending meetings is also very knowledgeable: it is not good to arrive early, and it is not good to arrive late. The time must be just right. I am not as good as Wang Xin in this regard, because he does not come as early as me
So I have to admit that he has accumulated much more experience in administrative work than me. It can be seen from this little thing.
Later, the school office director's cell phone rang. After answering the call, he said to me: "Principal Zhang and the others are here. Let's go down together to greet them."
I agreed repeatedly. At this moment, I felt a little regretful: I should have waited directly below if I had known better. (To be continued)