"Xiaojie, why haven't you come to see me for so long." Yang Youling sat in my arms with a dissatisfied tone.
Nominally, we are godfather and goddaughter, but she never calls me "godfather", just calls me "little mustard", and I don't know where I heard it.
"Because I have to work to make money." I nodded her small nose and parked the wheelchair at the dining table.
"It's so hard." The little girl kissed my cheek with the rabbit doll in her hand and said, "Well then, I forgive you."
"It's time to eat." Yang Haiyang came out of the kitchen with the last soup. Seeing his daughter sitting on top of me, he quickly let her down. You can tell by the look on his face how afraid he is that Yang Youling will crush me.
Actually, I'm not that vulnerable. Ever since I watched the stars with Shang Muxiao, I feel that I'm a little tougher both physically and psychologically.
"Oh." Yang Youling pouted and jumped out of the wheelchair, holding the plush rabbit and sitting in her exclusive seat.
It is said that this pink rabbit doll was a birthday present from Shang Yunrou, and the little girl likes it very much. She takes it with her wherever she goes recently.
The food is all made by Yang Haiyang himself. As a home-cooked dish, it tastes very good, much better than takeout.
During the meal, Yang Haiyang and I had a casual chat, mostly on topics that were short for parents, Yang Youling's performance in kindergarten, convenience store business, he and Shang Yunrou...
"I like Aunt Yunrou, I want her to be my mother!" Upon hearing Shang Yunrou's name, Yang Youling looked up from her rice bowl, a grain of rice still stuck to her lips.
"But Aunt Yunrou hasn't agreed to marry me yet. What do you want to do?" Yang Haiyang took off the rice from his daughter's lips and smiled with a fatherly face.
"Then try harder." Yang Youling frowned and gave her advice very seriously, "Pretend to be pitiful, Aunt Yunrou is so good, she will sympathize with you."
I couldn't help laughing out loud and said to Yang Haiyang, "I told you to pretend to be pitiful, did you hear it? Learn it."
Yang Haiyang was also dumbfounded: "I'm not Shang Muxiao, so I can't pretend to be pitiful."
When I heard Shang Muxiao's name, the smile on my lips faded a little, and I deliberately changed the topic and said, "Have you already proposed?"
Yang Haiyang also mentioned it casually, and quickly put Shang Muxiao behind him and started talking about his marriage proposal.
"I'm going to propose on Thanksgiving."
"Thanksgiving?" Although it is also a holiday, many people in China are not religious, and it is rare to hear that they will propose marriage specifically on Thanksgiving.
Yang Haiyang said: "If the proposal is successful, this day will be my Thanksgiving every year."
I was stunned for a while, and I was very emotional. I didn't expect Yang Haiyang to have such a affectionate and romantic side.
"I've already ordered a candlelight dinner in advance, and I've bought a ring. I just hope that the day will go well without any accidents." There was a trace of worry in his eyes, but he quickly dissipated and didn't talk to me deeply.
I think I know what he means by "accident". If Shang Muxiao found out that he proposed to marry him, it would not be as simple as hitting a glass with a stone. I was afraid that he would be attacked by Shang Muxiao in the dark alley and his head would be smashed.
After dinner, Yang Haiyang cleaned up the table and took out two tickets for the art exhibition from the bedroom.
"Mei Zixun's solo exhibition?" I read the head-up on the ticket, not familiar with the artist.
"It's Yunrou's mother." Yang Haiyang said, "After her death, all her paintings were managed by the foundation under her name. Every year, art exhibitions are held around the world regularly. In addition to maintaining the daily operations of the foundation, the proceeds will be used for charity. ."
"The ticket was given to me by Yunrou, let me give it to you, saying that you look like a person with great artistic appreciation..."
Although aesthetics is also a branch of the philosophical system, I have always just studied and discussed it, and know very little about the works it presents. but…
"Thank her for me." Since it was sent to me by Shang Yunrou, I should go there anyway, so as to live up to her kindness.
The only person around me who was interested in the exhibition was Shen Luoyu. I called her and asked, she happened to be free this Saturday.
The art exhibition is from 8:00 to 17:00 at the National Art Museum. Shen Luoyu and I agreed to meet at the entrance of the art museum at 3:00 in the afternoon, and we ended up having a meal together.
Before going to the art exhibition, I specifically checked the information of Cha Mei Zixun on the Internet, so that I could have a basic understanding of her paintings, so that I wouldn't understand anything by then.
Most of the information on the Internet is about her art exhibitions, awards before her death, etc. Shang Lu was only mentioned briefly, and the words "depression" and "suicide" did not appear once, only that she died of illness at the age of thirty-seven.
Her most representative paintings mostly stay before the age of 30. The combination of bright and splendid colors and natural scenery creates her unique personal style. She was once called "the first person in oriental impression" by the famous calligraphy and painting critic Fan Feng. ". It is a pity that after the age of 30, due to illness, her paintings decreased year by year, and she stopped creating in the last two years.
"Garden Scenery" is the last set of giant oil paintings she created when she was 30 years old. There are three paintings in total, each of which is 190X200 cm. It can be said that she is the protagonist of every painting exhibition. Even the tickets are printed with this group of paintings. partial screenshot.
On Saturday, Shen Luoyu and I met and entered the art gallery together, and then we went to the exhibition separately, each looking at each, and only agreed to meet at the exit at five o'clock.
The exhibition hall is quite large, but there are not many people. Sometimes no one bothers to look at a painting for a long time.
Mei Zixun's color is really amazing, and it looks very beautiful on the Internet. If you look at the real work on the spot, it can only be described as "shocked".
I wandered slowly, looking at each piece, and I watched it with relish, and it was already four o'clock when I arrived at the area where "Garden Scenery" was exhibited.
The huge exhibition hall has two entrances, one enters and the other exits. Just as I was about to enter, I saw a man standing in the middle, wearing a cap and a black motorcycle suit. I didn't need to see the whole face, just a silhouette I recognized it was Shang Muxiao.
He didn't come to my eyes this week, and with the cancellation of the bet, it seemed that my contact with him was also cut off.
After a week of healing, the wounds on the hands and feet have scabbed over, and I believe it will be back to normal after a while. I thought that Shang Muxiao would gradually fade out of my memory like this wound, and there would be no intersection again. As a result, when you visit an art exhibition, you can encounter…
That's right, this was originally his mother's art exhibition, so why would it be strange for him to come and see it as a son
I was just about to go quietly, before he found out, to get out quickly. I glanced out of the corner of the eye and saw what he was holding, and my heart skipped a beat.
It was a ceramic box-opening knife. It looked like a pen and could be stretched. It was a good hand at unpacking express. I would know because I have such a knife too.
It's not as sharp as a traditional blade, but it's more than enough to cut through the canvas.
Shang Muxiao stood quietly in front of "Garden Scenery", looking up at the most central picture, constantly extending and retracting the ceramic blade in his hand, unaware of my arrival.
His face was very gloomy, and the expression he looked at the painting in front of him was ruthless. As if it was not the beautiful home in his dream, but his nightmare.
I had a hunch that he was going to do something stupid. He brought a ceramic knife to avoid the security check. I don't think he was just here to receive express delivery.
Suddenly, he walked towards the painting.
"Shang Mu Xiao!" Before rationality came into play, my body made a choice.
Shang Muxiao stopped and looked at me like a ghost. I took the opportunity to go over and grab his wrist.
"Let go." His tone was terrifying, he didn't bother about why I was here, just wanted me to let him go.
The more he is like this, the more I will not let go, but the tighter the grip.
"What are you going to do? There are surveillance cameras everywhere, and alarms are installed in every painting. Are you crazy?" Although these are his mother's paintings, they already belong to the Foundation, he can't own them, let alone have the right to them. destruction.
"Say it again, let go." The last two words were clearly articulated, one word at a time.
Even if you don't see it, how can you turn a blind eye when you come here
He raised his hand to try to break free, but I held on firmly to prevent him from moving, and the two of them pulled together in the exhibition hall. He thought I was nosy, and I thought he was too disobedient, and his actions were irritated.
I don't understand why he always does something out of the ordinary. He clearly has a great youth, but he lives in a mess.
"Give me the knife." I went to grab his knife, he resisted fiercely, and a sharp pain hit his palm during the fight. The next second, the knife fell to the ground and slid to the base of the wall due to the force.
"You..." He was so angry that I felt that for a moment he really wanted to kill me, but when he saw my hand, he was stunned again, and his emotions were still there, unable to speak, Can't go away.
My hand was scratched by a ceramic knife, leaving a blood line on my palm. Fortunately, it was not deep, but the new injury added to the old one. I am afraid it will take a while to heal.
I raised my hand and took out a tissue from my arms to hold the wound, and didn't look at him again.
"You shouldn't stop me." The hatred in his words was hard to dissipate, but he became more peaceful, and it sounded like he had given up his intention to destroy the painting.
Human voices came from outside the exhibition hall. It was a bit noisy in the distance. The voice of the walkie-talkie was interspersed. It seemed that the security of the exhibition hall noticed the abnormality from the monitoring, and asked the people nearby to check it.
I hurriedly looked up at Shang Muxiao, and when I saw that he was still standing calmly, with a fearless appearance, I frowned and urged, "Aren't you going yet?"
He gave me a deep look, and then went to see "Garden Scenery". He looked rather unwilling, but forced by the form, he could only hurriedly leave the other side.
After he left, I immediately picked up the ceramic knife from the base of the wall and put it in the storage bag beside the wheelchair. The security guard followed closely, glanced at me, and checked the situation of the exhibition hall. Seeing that nothing was found, I replied to the walkie-talkie. , and patrolled elsewhere.
I slumped my shoulders and took a deep breath, only to realize that I was so nervous that I forgot to breathe.
In the second half, I had no intention of watching the exhibition, so I went out early to buy gauze at a nearby pharmacy, and simply treated the wound. Clearing the hall at five o'clock and meeting Shen Luoyu at the gate, she was surprised to see the wound on my hand.
"Where did you get this injury? Did it happen before? Why don't I remember." She helped the glasses on her face and leaned closer to look more closely.
I hid it so I didn't let her see it too clearly.
"Yes, you didn't look carefully. I accidentally fell last week, and I also had it on my leg, but it's almost healed."
"Did you fall? How did you fall? Where did you fall? Are your legs okay?" She asked a series of questions without doubting the veracity of my words.
"I'm hungry, let's go straight to dinner." I avoided it on purpose, and she didn't answer any of her questions, only focusing on the first-class life plan.
"Oh, you..." She couldn't pry my mouth open, she was angry, but she couldn't do anything to me, and she chased after me after a while, "Then go to the restaurant I said last time to eat?"
I thought that after the battle of the art exhibition, my relationship with Shang Muxiao would be completely gone. If it wasn't for the chance encounter on campus and his sister's marriage, there would be little chance of meeting him in private.
But I didn't expect to meet him again the next day, still at the door of my own house.
He was soaking wet blocking my way, the rain dripping from the tips of his hair and down the ends of his eyes, like a drowning dog.