The Untold Story

Chapter 52

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Yang Zhao opened the door and looked at the smiling man outside the door expressionlessly.

"Xue Miao, has your company dissolved?"

Xue Miao looked at Yang Zhao pretending to be surprised, "How do you know?"

Yang Zhao was not in the mood to joke with him, so he snorted coldly and turned his head into the room.

Xue Miao followed behind her and closed the door. While taking off his shoes in the entrance, he said, "Xiao Zhao, is there anything to eat?"

Yang Zhao said, "You really think I'm a hotel, and everything is prepared for you."

Xue Miao said, "You are much better than a hotel."

He put on his slippers, walked around the room, and finally went into the kitchen.

"Xiao Zhao." Xue Miao showed half of her head at the kitchen door, "Cook me something."

Yang Zhao sat on the sofa and said, "There is no rice."

Xue Miao said, "Then... what dishes do you have?"

Yang Zhao said, "There is no food."

"..." Xue Miao leaned against the kitchen door with no strength, and said, "Xiao Zhao, who do you want this kitchen for?"

Yang Zhao was sitting on the sofa, she seemed to be lost in thought, and murmured: "Yeah, who is it for..."

The man has been gone for more than a month, and there is no news about him.

Yang Zhao has forgotten how many times he woke up from sleep, looked at the dark room, and was in a daze.

Xue Miao sat across from Yang Zhao and said in a low voice, "Xiao Zhao, I am very worried about you."

Yang Zhao raised his eyes and said flatly, "No, I'm fine."

Xue Miao said, "You don't seem to be fine now."

Yang Zhao lit a cigarette, leaned on the sofa, and said, "So you come here three times a week?"

Xue Miao said, "That's right."

Yang Zhao said, "You left your business alone?"

Xue Miao said: "I admit that I am a businessman through and through, but Xiao Zhao, I am not greedy for profit. I have more important things than money." Xue Miao glanced at Yang Zhao, and then said, "For example you."

His frank admission made Yang Zhao pause for another moment. She looked into Xue Miao's eyes, Xue Miao had a pair of very beautiful eyes, with the unique beauty of mixed blood, Yang Zhao had to admit that when she first saw him, she was attracted by his appearance.

Yang Zhao suddenly said, "Xue Miao, you are divorced."

Her tone was very certain, and Xue Miao didn't want to hide it, so she said helplessly, "You can see it."

Yang Zhao didn't speak, but put the cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing Yang Zhao like this, Xue Miao slowly shook her head and said, "Xiao Zhao, you can't do this..."

Yang Zhao: "How?"

Xue Miao said: "You have already seen it. At that time, I was in pain and sadness, but you have been immersed in your own world, and you ignored me. Now that you have woken up from that world, you need to find People who feel the same way as you, only then do you think of me."

Yang Zhao put down his cigarette and said, "Then why didn't you tell me."

Xue Miao didn't answer. When he wasn't smiling, there was a unique calmness in his eyes.

Yang Zhao suddenly chuckled and said, "Xue Miao, you are really smart."

This is an absolute compliment, but after Xue Miao heard it, she didn't show a happy expression.

You are really smart.

Yang Zhao thought to himself.

If you are not sure, you will not start. Emotions are different from business. In this world, Xue Miao never takes risks. He's cleverly flirting with you, playing around with you, and he won't really let go until he knows you feel the same way about him.

In fact, the former Yang Zhao was also like this.

"I'm not worried." Xue Miao said, "You can't really be with that person."

Yang Zhao raised his eyes and looked at him.

Xue Miao said: "Do you still remember what I said before, Xiao Zhao, at that time, he was like a high school student who fell in love for the first time, do you know why he is a high school student?"

Yang Zhao responded coldly, and Xue Miao said: "Because children at that age are the most sensitive, sensitive and impulsive, they have just learned about the world, but they are still ignorant. Their feelings can be reckless - just because they haven't touched those who need them. things to consider."

"Xiao Zhao." Xue Miao finally said, "You are not a high school student anymore."

Yang Zhao stubbed out the cigarette and stood up.

"How long are you going to stay here?"

Xue Miao said, "I gave myself a vacation."

"Holiday?" Yang Zhao was surprised. Although Xue Miao knew the fun of life, he rarely gave himself a holiday. Many times Yang Zhao felt that his greatest joy in life was money.

Of course, he also likes to deal with those antiques, in this respect, he is very similar to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao said, "You can stay if you want to. I'm going to work."

"Ah, that's right." Xue Miao said as if she suddenly remembered something, "I forgot to tell you something just now. I gave you a vacation too."

Yang Zhao really frowned this time, "Xue Miao, are you okay?"

Xue Miao answered her seriously, "It's okay, it's really okay."

"Don't you have to do it?"

"Of course." Xue Miao said, "It's just not now, which item are you working on, oh, it should be that piece of porcelain, I don't want it to end up like your mobile phone."

Yang Zhao was silent.

That was four days ago, Xue Miao also came that day, and Yang Zhao had been bored in the house for several days at that time, she had been working all the time, and her mobile phone was placed next to the workbench.

For some obvious reasons, Yang Zhao couldn't concentrate, and she tried to distract herself with work, but with little success. No matter where she put her mobile phone, she always looked over involuntarily, she forced herself not to think, not to look at it, but every hour, she would still take the mobile phone over, and then look at the clean screen on it and send a message. I was stunned for a while.

Every time the phone rang, her heart would beat unconsciously, but in the end, it was either a sales call or a spam message, and Yang Zhao would hang up after hearing a word.

She hated this life.

So when Xue Miao came, he dragged her out of the house, let her eat something delicious, and took a walk along the way.

At night, she and Xue Miao walked along the path at the door. When they passed an artificial river, Yang Zhao stood still on the bridge.

Seeing her expression, Xue Miao felt that she was going to jump off in the next second, and he was almost scared to death. He held Yang Zhao's wrist tightly and said, "Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao?"

Of course Yang Zhao wouldn't jump into the river. She gave Xue Miao an indifferent look, then turned her head and threw the cell phone out of her hand.

The phone arced in the air before plopping into the water.

Although Yang Zhao didn't jump by himself, he was still a little surprised. He looked at the still rippling water surface, then at Yang Zhao, and finally whistled.

"Wow..." Xue Miao said with emotion, "Xiao Zhao, you are really..."

Yang Zhao ignored him, threw away the phone, turned around and left.

Xue Miao looked at her back and was silent for a moment.

Yang Zhao's personality is introverted, and she doesn't show her emotions. It can be said that she seldom expresses her emotions directly.

After throwing it that day, Xue Miao knew that Yang Zhao had something on his mind.

"Whether you take the holiday or not is your business. I'm going into the house, you can do it yourself." After Yang Zhao finished speaking, he turned and walked into the study.

She sat down at the desk and read a book casually.

After a while, Xue Miao walked in. Yang Zhao heard the voice, but did not raise his head.

As soon as Xue Miao entered the room, there was a strong smell of paint. He came to the center of the study, looked at a painting, and fell silent.

Strictly speaking, it is an unfinished oil painting, about a third of which has been painted. It stands on a neat easel, with a stool beside it, and a palette and paint box under the easel.

The whole painting is in cool tones, and it depicts a night. The angle of view seems to be in a room, a dark room, with blue and purple tones, so dense that it is almost black.

There is a window in the room, the window is located at the edge of the picture, half open, you can see the same blue, black and cold sky outside.

There seems to be something in the distance, but the picture does not show it, but a blur.

Xue Miao stopped in front of the painting for a long time.

Yang Zhao finally put down the book and said, "What are you looking at?"

Xue Miao didn't turn her head and said, "Look at your painting."

Yang Zhao also glanced at the painting, but she quickly looked away, it was her own painting, but she couldn't watch it calmly.

Yang Zhao lowered his head, and heard Xue Miao say, "It's been a long time since I started writing, I never thought that your technique is still as proficient."

Yang Zhao said flatly: "Big Boss Xue has seen too many famous paintings, I'm just playing tricks."

"That's different." Xue Miao said, "That's different, Xiao Zhao. There is a kind of cold enthusiasm in your paintings. You never told me that you can paint such paintings."

Yang Zhao casually flipped through a page of the book and said, "You didn't ask me either."

"If I ask you, will you say it?"

Yang Zhao's eyes fell on the book, but she didn't seem to be on the book. She said flatly: "What's the problem, you have to ask to know."

"Then I ask you..."

Yang Zhao was taken aback, Xue Miao had already walked beside him, and he stretched out a hand to gently cover Yang Zhao's book. She looked at the lines on that big hand, which were clear and clean.

Xue Miao leaned down, and Yang Zhao smelled the faint scent of perfume on his body.

"Let me ask you..." Xue Miao whispered in her ear, "Where did the man in the painting go?"

At a certain point in time, Yang Zhao got lost.

Xue Miao's question seemed to come from far away.

From a certain rainy night when it is pouring, from a certain narrow bathroom, from a certain small bedroom that can be illuminated by the setting sun, from a certain food stall that shines blindingly white, from a certain dark and damp mountain where you can see the pagoda cabin…

Yang Zhao heard his own voice and answered softly.

"Xue Miao, you are crazy, there is no one in this painting."

Xue Miao didn't say anything, but Yang Zhao knew that if he didn't believe it, she didn't believe it either.

Xue Miao saw through her.

He's smart and full of artistic sensibilities.

Yang Zhao closed the book, stood up, and came to the window.

It's snowing outside.

This is the first snow of this year, the snow is not heavy, but it has been falling for two full days.

Winter in this city is complete.

When it snows, the sky and the earth are gray and white, which is an indescribable vastness and emptiness.

Xue Miao looked at Yang Zhao, the silhouette of the woman in front of the window looked indifferent and fragile, the gray snow seemed to be glowing faintly, making her figure slightly softer.

She is a contradictory individual, Xue Miao thought, but she is still so independent and complete.

Xue Miao walked behind her and hugged her gently.

"Now, can you tell me about me?" Standing by the window, they all felt a faint air-conditioning, Xue Miao's profile was pressed against Yang Zhao's hair, and he smelled her fragrance, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Xiao Zhao, I'm also very sad." The world was silent, and Xue Miao's magnetic voice sounded in Yang Zhao's ears, "Even if I don't care, you can't bully me too much..."

Yang Zhao looked at the icy snow outside with a calm expression on his face.

In the quiet snow, Yang Zhao seemed to hear Chen Mingsheng's hoarse and patient voice again.

He said Yang Zhao, I want to marry you.