Du Xintong and Guo Ruqian disappeared from Qianyu as expected.
Ding Xiaodai was not transferred in the end, but the atmosphere on the 66th floor was no longer the same as before. Although Wen Nuan was still polite and friendly, Ding Xiaodai couldn't help but be a little cautious when talking to her.
Whether it is love, friendship or family, they are all fragile. Once cracks appear, it is difficult to restore them to their original state.
No matter who is wronging whom, the crack is like a double-edged sword, hurting others on one side and oneself on the other.
Life went on as usual, except that Du Xin agreed to send Wen Nuan a thank-you card from somewhere else.
And gentleness has not appeared for a long time.
Wen Nuan called her, "Are you still busy?"
She complained gently, "The stock market is hitting new highs every day. Such a good market is hard to come by in a million years. I've been working so hard day and night that I'm now half dead. Do you think I'm busy?"
"It's okay. At least I still have half a life left to watch my funds rise every day. Do you want to come over for dinner this weekend?"
Wenrou suddenly asked back, "Why don't you ever come to my place?"
Wen Nuan was slightly startled, and then answered, "Because you never cook, should I eat the northwest wind?"
Wenrou was silent for a moment and changed the subject, "On the night of the Dragon Boat Festival, Zhan Nanxian was downstairs from you."
"He is twenty-eight years old." Not eighteen.
"Believe it or not, I wasn't the one who brought him back." When she arrived, his car was already parked there.
"Let's not talk about him. I just looked up a few recipes. Do you want herbed lemon mussels or rib-eye steak?"
Wenrou suddenly lost her temper and said, "Since you still don't want to talk about it today, then let's just leave it at that." She hung up the phone.
Wen Nuan stayed silent for a long while before putting the receiver back.
In the past three years, from the time she came back to study and even to work until now, Wenrou had tied her whole heart to her. Perhaps, because the time he spent on her seemed endless, and he could never get the response he longed for from her, Wenrou, who had done everything he could, finally felt tired and bored, and had no intention of maintaining the relationship anymore, and would show his displeasure at the slightest disagreement.
On Saturday, Wen Nuan got up early as usual, went into the study and never came out again.
She has been learning Chinese painting since she was a child, and is proficient in both flowers, birds, fish and insects, as well as fine brushwork and freehand brushwork.
She spread out the rice paper, poured out the ink, prepared the paint and a little water, took the soft brush from the pen holder, and took out a stack of newspapers from the drawer. She seldom conceived her own works. Most of the time, she copied from picture albums or patterns like she is doing now. It was so simple that she didn't have to spend any thought on it. In her daily life, this little pleasure was better than nothing.
After finishing the painting, she put down her brush and took out a Tianhuang stone seal. The smoothness of the stone surface showed that this seal had been played with for many years. There were four characters in seal script engraved on it. After printing it, she stared at the characters for half an hour.
After the painting was half dry, she turned the paper over, added water to the thick paste to make it lightly sticky, dipped a long-bristled brush into it, and applied it to the back of the painting with large strokes, watching the wet marks seeping through the rice paper one by one, as if it were soaked in a sea of thoughts.
After brushing it evenly, let it air dry, then carefully and meticulously stick the scroll with ancient patterns printed on both ends onto the back of the wet drawing paper, with the white part in the middle aligned.