Although the rain had stopped, the weather was still gloomy, with a biting cold wind from the dampness. (Grid Party Novel Network)
In this weather, even if you are so sleepy that your eyelids fight, you don't want to go out.
When Fu Mingyu called Ruan Sixian, she heard her voice was clear, not like she slept.
"Didn't you sleep in the afternoon?"
"No, I went out to eat at noon, and came back in the afternoon to do a set of questions."
"… "
Fu Mingyu chuckled: "You're pretty good."
In the evening, I broke through the gate of hell, and I didn't sleep all night. I tossed in bed in the morning, and I could read books and do problems in the afternoon.
His girlfriend is awesome.
"I ordered a meal for you in the evening, but it's too late to accompany you to eat."
"Oh… "
"Why do you sound disappointed and want me to accompany you to dinner?"
"When will your narcissism be corrected?"
"Ok?"
Ruan Sixian looked at herself smiling on the computer screen, and touched the corner of her lips: "It's nothing, I'm hanging up."
"good."
After the "beep" sounded on the phone, Ruan Sixian looked at the computer again.
She didn't read a book, and searched the Internet for the word "Dong Xian" all afternoon.
Whether it is a webpage, Weibo, or a professional forum, almost all the content related to her is related to oil painting, winning awards, and very little about her personal affairs.
Ruan Sixian checked the broker's information again.
The fragrance of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, not to mention that most of the artists devote themselves to creation, often retreating for a few months, and there is no extra time and energy for the sales of their works, the planning of solo exhibitions and other social activities. Unfamiliar with commercial activities, an artist with great potential may be buried, and some excellent works are not expected to enter the public eye.
Therefore, the management team of art brokerage came into being.
After that, to enter the art market for circulation, preservation and appreciation of fine art works, professional brokers and institutions are also needed to operate.
Baidu Encyclopedia shows that Guo Gaoyang, a senior broker in the art world, with his rich network resources, made three unknown painters seen before and after, and his artistic accomplishments were recognized, and then he went abroad and became famous.
But apart from this encyclopedia, there is almost no other information about this person on the Internet.
Ruan Sixian searched for the words "Dong Xian" and "Guo Gaoyang" together, but there was not much related content.
"Contemporary oil painting artist Dong Xian talks about oil painting art with Mr.
"Jiangcheng Floater Gallery Guo Gao Yang talks about Dong Xian: It's not too late to be a master."
It seems to be these official announcements.
Guo Gaoyang is also a relatively low-key person, and there is basically nothing on the Internet other than work-related.
The web page is placed on seven or eight pages, and the keyword adhesion is getting lower and lower.
Finally, in the vast sea of content, she saw the news that Dong Xian and Zheng Taian got married a few years ago.
At that time, Dong Xian was already well-known, and although there were not many relevant reports, it still existed.
One of the reports was forwarded by an oil painting information blogger.
"The matchmaker is my boss. I've seen Mr. Dong in person. He's super pretty, hahaha."
Ruan Sixian clicked on this person's homepage and took a look. She stopped updating Weibo two years ago, but her profile was still "Professional Agent of Jiangcheng Floating Toli Gallery".
The access control system installed in the room suddenly rang. Ruan Sixian closed the computer and walked to the living room with her slippers. At the same time, she sent a message to Fu Mingyu.
[Ruan Sixian]: The dinner you ordered has arrived!
Just after sending it out, she saw Dong Xian's face on the surveillance screen.
People were downstairs in the unit and did not come up.
"What's wrong?"
After connecting, Ruan Sixian asked.
Dong Xian raised her hand and carried a food box, "I didn't fall asleep last night, I want to come and see you."
The two looked at each other through a small machine.
One was cautious, while the other didn't know what to think.
Moments later, the communicator was interrupted by another dial.
Here comes the real delivery person.
"Hello, I'm the food delivery man for the West Wing Banquet. Your dinner has arrived."
Ruan Sixian opened the door, took the food box, looked back at the communicator, and pressed the door open button of the unit.
"Come up."
She didn't close the door, she walked directly to the dining room with the food box, and placed it on the table in the same way.
Three dishes, one soup and two bowls of rice.
Does Fu Mingyu treat her like a pig
It was at this time that Fu Mingyu called.
"Go to sleep after eating, don't do the quiz."
"Oh."
Just at this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the door, Ruan Sixian didn't look back and said, "You don't need to change your shoes."
"You have guests?"
"Well, my mother is here."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and he said, "I'll hang up first, you can eat well."
Putting down the phone, Ruan Sixian turned around with chopsticks, and saw Dong Xian walking in slowly with a food box, looking up at her house.
She turned her head and saw the sumptuous meal on her table, her face a little embarrassed.
She walked over and opened the food box, which contained a cup of soup.
"I thought you probably didn't sleep well, so I made some soup."
Ruan Sixian took the chopsticks, swallowed half a mouthful of rice, licked the corner of her mouth, and said, "Sit down."
Dong Xian nodded, sat down according to the words, and pushed the cup of soup in front of Ruan Sixian.
"This is pigeon soup. Your aunt picked fresh pigeons early in the morning."
She stretched out her hand, rubbed the back of her hand roughly, and her fingertips were even more chapped.
This is an occupational disease that can't be saved by touching the paint all the year round.
Seeing Ruan Sixian put down her chopsticks, Dong Xian immediately handed her the spoon.
"Did you try it?"
Ruan Sixian didn't answer and pushed the bowl in front of her away.
"I have something to ask you, and the rest will come later."
Dong Xian shyly took back the spoon, "You can ask."
"What's your relationship with the owner of the Floatoli Gallery?"
"what?"
Dong Xian was stunned, "You mean Guo Gaoyang?"
Ruan Sixian lowered her eyes and nodded slightly, "Yes."
"He's my agent, what's wrong?"
Ruan Sixian said, "I'll just say it bluntly. When I was a child, I often took a shortcut home from the path behind Nanxi Lane. You shouldn't know it, right?"
The three words "Nanxi Lane" are too far away, and suddenly mentioned, there is a sudden feeling.
Dong Xian looked at her blankly, "I don't know."
"Well, I knew you didn't know at all."
Ruan Sixian picked up the chopsticks again, but did not eat, but just held it tightly in her hands, "Every time I go home from there, I have seen you get out of a man's car several times, and that man often gives you gifts, I remember he had a big black mole on his forehead, is he your agent?"
"he!"
Dong Xian's brain is not stupid, and she has a natural sensitivity in this kind of matter. As soon as Ruan Sixian asked, she knew what she meant.
Her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. "He has a wife and children. Are you thinking too much in England?"
Before Ruan Sixian could speak, she stood up impatiently, "I also said what strange things you said in the hospital that day, so it was like this, where did you want to go?!"
"Don't worry."
Ruan Sixian was heartbroken by what she said, "Didn't I ask you for proof?"
"Why did you come to ask me now? How many years, almost ten years! You only come to ask me now, so is it because of this that you have not wanted to see me? I really don't know what to say, will you? —”
Ruan Sixian suddenly got up and walked into the kitchen.
Dong Xian also went in, "Speak up!"
"Drink water first."
Ruan Sixian put a glass of warm water in front of her, "Calm down and talk."
She took the water Ruan Sixian handed over, closed her eyes and drank it all in one breath, it took a long time to calm down.
"Okay, I'll tell you nicely."
She put down the glass, turned and walked out of the kitchen, sitting on the sofa.
"I met Guo Gaoyang at an art charity event, and I took my students to the event."
"He wants to sign with me, but I've been hesitant. What you see is that he insists on sending me home, and I don't want your dad to know that I'm in contact with the agency, so I've been closed."
"As for the gift, he just wanted to express his sincerity."
Ok.
Ruan Sixian couldn't tell how she felt at the moment.
She has been holding it back for ten years, and no one has said it, and some people have never understood why she can't accept her parents' divorce.
She thought, no matter how angry she was, this kind of reputation was her last face protection for Dong Xian.
Therefore, I have been carrying the grief in my heart silently all the time.
It turned out that it was really just her own imagination.
Like a fool myself.
Seeing that Ruan Sixian didn't speak, Dong Xian asked again, "Why are you asking me now?"
"What do you want me to ask?"
Ruan Sixian said, "I was only fourteen at the time, can I ask?"
For Ruan Sixian, who was still a junior high school student, this kind of thing was beyond her comprehension.
It was not until a year later that her parents divorced that she understood what was going on at that time.
In the next few years, Dong Xian went to various places and seemed to be very busy. Occasionally, she would come back to her once or twice a year. She didn't go to the house, but waited at the school gate.
As if I hated the house I used to be.
At that time, judging from her dress, Ruan Sixian could feel that her life was getting better and better, but her father's health was getting worse and worse.
From the head teacher to a single language teacher.
Later, there were fewer and fewer classes, and the conditions at home naturally declined.
The two contrasts seem to place adults in opposing situations.
In the beginning, Dong Xian and Ruan Sixian's father could maintain a calm appearance and say a few words.
Then he didn't even speak.
"Okay." Dong Xian raised her hand to signal the end of the topic, but her eyes were red, "You have misunderstood me for so many years because of this matter, I'm really... It's so uncomfortable..."
She actually walked to the dining table, picked up the soup, rubbed her eyes, and said, "You have something to eat first."
Ruan Sixian was still sitting beside the sofa, unable to get out of her emotions and didn't want to eat.
She was helpless and didn't know what to say.
The two sat quietly.
There is no warmth in the living room even with the heater on.
The heat of the food in front of her gradually cooled down, and Dong Xian's heart twitched for a while, and she choked up and said, "Ruan Ruan, let me accompany you during the Chinese New Year, okay?"
It's been almost twelve years, and the two have not kept the New Year's Eve, let off fireworks, and ate dinner.
Just about, Ruan Sixian was about to nod in her gentle soak.
"I misunderstood you about this, and I apologize to you."
She lifted her chin suddenly and continued, "But it's true that you abandoned me when I was fourteen. It's true that you only took the initiative to visit me five times in four years. My dad was learning that you were married. When I was in a bad mood, I went out for a walk and had a car accident, which is true. You have no idea how I grew up after I was fourteen. Why would you let me have a happy New Year with you when I have nothing left? "