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5 Chapter 5
Cheng Ji'an followed Feng Huaiqing through the alley, walked through three gates, and entered a courtyard. The courtyard is located at the back of the museum, but ordinary people can't get here at all.
This is where the staff work, and Mr. Feng also works here.
Unlike other office environments, there is no modern atmosphere here, but only a strong living atmosphere. The house was built in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The windows and doors have been improved, so it is spacious and bright enough. The aisle still retains the original blue bricks, spread piece by piece, filled with the ancient charm of history. There are also trees all around. It is April, and the trees are blooming, and some of them have even produced dense fruits. Going further inside, you can even see the rattan lounge chairs placed under the corridor.
Cheng Ji'an looked at everything, a little greedy, she had never been to such a place.
Feng Lao said on the side: "In a few days, the loquats here will be cooked, and those young people will come over to pick them and eat them."
Cheng Ji'an was a little surprised, and when he thought about it, he was a little longing.
Feng Lao added: "This was originally the residence of an official in the Qing Dynasty. After several transfers, it was bought by the government in the 1990s due to its special geographical location. The museum at that time was not so large, so it was not used well. , The Antiquities Restoration Center was established last year, and this place was opened up. It is a good place, but fortunately it has not been demolished... This is my workplace, and your wife is here today. "
While they were talking, the two had walked to a room, the door was open, and when they stepped over the threshold, they saw that it was full and full of things. There were two people standing in front of the table on the inside, saying something to a broken china on the table.
One was older, wearing presbyopic glasses, and his face was round and kind; the other was younger, looking and listening carefully, he should be a "student".
Aware of the footsteps at the door, the elder raised his head, then laughed, "It's Xiao Cheng."
"Mother." Cheng Ji'an put the luggage at the door, walked in and called sweetly, and then said hello to the people next to her.
Lin Fengying seemed to be very happy, holding Cheng Ji'an's arm and looking left and right, she said straightly, "I haven't seen you for two years, you seem to have lost weight." There was unstoppable concern in her eyes.
Cheng Ji'an's nose was inexplicably sour, but he still only said: "No, I've always been like this."
The "student" had already said goodbye and left. When Old Lin watched him go out, he saw the suitcase at the door and turned his head, "This is?"
"Master, I'm divorced." Cheng Ji'an lowered his eyes, a little embarrassed.
Old Lin was also full of surprise, looked at his wife, and after confirming that he heard correctly, he closed his open mouth again, but there was still some surprise in his eyes.
Cheng Ji'an knew that she was worried about herself, so she couldn't help explaining: "I brought it up myself."
Lin Lao looked at her for a while before saying: "Actually, these are nothing, people's experiences are different, as long as they have experienced it and realized it, and then move forward."
"Well." Cheng Ji'an nodded.
"Then don't rush to report to the curator now. I think it's getting late, why don't you go home first, and my wife will get you something delicious." Old Lin said again.
"Okay." Cheng Ji'an replied hurriedly with a smile.
Old Feng and Old Lin's house was ten minutes' walk from the museum. After they got off work at five o'clock, Cheng Ji'an followed them back.
It was a house with two bedrooms and one living room. The area was not large, but it was well-organized and filled with historical and cultural atmosphere as always. There are paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, and pen and ink on the table, not to mention the books that are about half the room. But no matter how many things, the most prominent place is always the wedding photo of them when they were young hanging on the front wall.
At that time, they had no gray hair or wrinkles. The two were leaning against each other, smiling at the camera, wearing the most simple clothes, but exuding the most sincere light.
Those old times, those relying on each other.
Cheng Ji'an looked a little moved. The two old people have been married for more than 40 years, but they are still in love as before, even if they have no children. The wife could not get pregnant, but despite this, Feng Lao never gave up.
Elder Lin had already entered the kitchen to cook, but Cheng Ji'an wanted to go in to help, but was told not to.
"Xiao Cheng, come here and sit for a while." Old Feng pulled her to sit down on the sofa.
Cheng Ji'an knew that he should always tell them about his experience, so he stopped insisting and just sat down.
It's not embarrassing to tell them what happened to them, because they are really concerned, but Cheng Ji'an still feels ashamed.
She knows that she has always been an excellent person in the eyes of the teacher, independent, self-reliant, and self-improvement, but when she looks back on her two years, she finds that she has not done it at all.
"When I first married into the Ji family, I kept telling myself that since I've already married, I should do everything I should. I know how big the gap is, so I should adjust myself and discard all inferiority complexes. Try to integrate into them as much as possible. I did try and try my best, but it didn't work."
"In the past two years, I haven't dared to tell anyone. In fact, my life is not good. It looks beautiful, but there are too many unspeakable problems behind it. I am always adjusting myself and facing everything calmly, but Sometimes I have to wonder if my efforts are meaningful. I learned their communication etiquette and touched what they touched, but it didn't work at all. No one affirms you, and no one accompanies you, I can't feel it There is a shred of value in yourself.โ
"But I am still adjusting, trying to adjust. I always think that as long as I work harder, everything may be fine, but now, I really can't adjust. No matter how much I do, I will never be able to. It doesn't fit into that world."
"So I still filed for divorce. I don't want to spend my whole life in such a cage, and I don't want to tie someone who doesn't have me in my heart all the time."
"Teacher, you must be very disappointed in me. It turns out that I can do a lot of things, but now I can't do the role of a good wife and a good wife. I thought I was strong, but I can't even bear these things... "
After telling the whole story, Cheng Ji'an lowered her head, feeling ashamed of her failure.
Feng Lao listened quietly, put down the teacup in his hand, and sighed, "Actually, you have done a good job. In such an environment, it is not easy for you to survive by yourself. Relationships need to be managed, and marriage is even more necessary. run it, and itโs not about one person.โ
For an ordinary girl to marry into a wealthy family and want to gain a foothold, it is not only her excellence and strength that can make her successful, she needs someone to support her, give her confidence, and work hand in hand with her.
And she didn't.
The person she needed never stood by his side, and never even gave her a helping hand.
Cheng Ji'an couldn't help but warm his eyes when he heard Feng's old words. She can be strong enough, but she really needs someone who can support her, even if only a little.
She did not have no expectations for Ji Chongjun.
"Okay, everything has passed. You are still young and your life has just begun. It's not a piece of courage to leave such a life. What are your plans now?" Feng Lao asked with concern.
Cheng Ji'an snorted and smiled, "Actually, the Ji family gave me a lot of things after the divorce, even the place I used to live in. The reason why I left was because I didn't want to carry too much. I want to start over, completely I think I can get rid of the identity of Mrs. Ji. I plan to find a job that I like when I am completely calm after your work is done. Oh, I will make you laugh... Oh yes, in fact, this For the past two years, I have not neglected to practice my brushwork. I often stayed at Ji's house by myself. I had nothing to do and didn't know what to do, so I spent all my time on painting. When I left Ji's house this time, I took them all with me. Out."
Cheng Ji'an said, and went to the corner to pull out a suitcase and open it.
It was a twenty-four-inch suitcase, but there was no half a piece of clothing in it. Instead, it was neatly filled with a box of painting tubes, all of different lengths and shorts.
Two years of hard work, all in this.
Cheng Ji'an took out a roll from it, put it on the coffee table, and opened it.
"Teacher, please take a look, I think I should be able to do the work around you." Cheng Ji'an turned back and smiled, with a look in his eyes that he had never seen in the past two years. What a teacher needs is someone with a background in painting and history, and she has not regressed in either.
Old Feng looked sideways, but was stunned.
He has taught for decades, and there are countless students, but there are only a handful of truly talented, talented and spiritual ones, and she is the best among them. When she graduated, he also cared about her whereabouts for a time, and once invited her to work with him after graduation, but in the end he only learned that she was about to marry a wealthy family.
He remained silent about her choice, but he felt very sorry in his heart. He had a hunch that a new star would fall, she was too young, and the world was too wonderful, but now he realized that he was wrong.
It was a large-scale oil painting. He was a double-tank of Chinese oil-painting. After teaching so many students, he finally taught a student who could double-tank Chinese-painting, but now her level of oil-painting is not as good as before.
The background is smeared with strong colors, gorgeous and flamboyant, and a young girl is standing with braids and flowers in her hands. All colors have clear transitions and natural transitions, and all lines are smooth and tactful without showing any traces. If you donโt have a solid foundation and insight, you canโt do this at all.
However, Mr. Feng could not evaluate it.
The girl's face is beautiful, full and quiet, but her eyes make people feel endless sadness. It's not the sadness that stays on the surface, but it hits the heart directly, as long as people touch it, they can't avoid it. She was so sad that even if her lips were a faint smile, she couldn't feel the slightest joy.
Feng Lao has been painting for decades, and he is well aware of the soul of a painting and the emotions an author may have in it, although some are self-aware and some are not.
Gorgeous and sad, quiet and desperate.
Just like her past two years.
Without knowing it, she had flowed into the pen and landed on the paper.
"Xiao Cheng, do you want to keep this painting?" In the end, Mr. Feng still did not comment, but asked so plainly.
Cheng Ji'an shook his head, "These paintings are just made in my spare time, and they have no special meaning."
The so-called retention is to treasure for oneself.
Feng Lao nodded, "A while ago, a former student of mine found me and wanted to hold an art exhibition for me. I was not interested before, but now I figured it out. It is also good to donate money to do some charitable things, it is more meaningful than those paintings that are left in vain at home, and then you can also hang this painting together." Although this painting is good, it is nothing to keep it by your side. benefit.
"..." Cheng Ji'an was stunned when he heard this.
As those who learn to paint, they naturally know what it means to open their own exhibition, and their teachers are very qualified to open this exhibition. In the early years, how many people came to ask for paintings, even spending a lot of money!
But what is she? An unknown, not even a fledgling student.
"Teacher, this is not right." She was flattered.
Feng Lao waved his hand, "If there's something wrong, I'll do it if I say yes."
"That's right, I can see it!" At this time, Elder Lin came out of the kitchen and said while looking at the painting.
"Master!"
Lin Lao only smiled: "You still don't believe your teacher, he will do it if he says yes. Besides, although I am not a full-time student of painting, I have seen so many things, how beautiful this painting is. It's me Look at Lao Feng, you should also learn more from other young people, you can see how unique Xiao Cheng's paintings are, you know how to draw bottles and jars all day long, and I feel bored even if you are not bored!"
"Where's the boredom, how interesting the bottles and jars are!" Feng Lao, who was so mature and steady just now, was a little anxious when he heard his wife running on him like this.
Old Lin just glanced at him, "No matter how interesting it is, you can't take the sugar and salt shaker from the kitchen so that I can't find it for a long time..."
"That happened many years ago..." When Feng Lao heard her mention this, he suddenly turned off the fire again. When I first started painting still lifes, I looked for reference objects a lot. At that time, the economic conditions were not good and things were poor. After searching for a long time, I only found sugar jars, salt jars, teapots, and thermos.
Cheng Ji'an couldn't help laughing when he heard their bickering, and turned to be envious.
She had never experienced these loves.
Mr. Lin made four dishes and one soup, and the food came to the table quickly.
Cheng Ji'an hadn't eaten with others at home for a long time, and his heart couldn't help but warm.
That night, Cheng Ji'an failed to live up to Mr. Lin's invitation, so she had to stay. She originally wanted to go out and find a hotel to stay. It's just that they couldn't agree to their request to invite her to live for a long time. She had to find a house of her own.
She didn't want to be too troublesome.
She needs to have her own place and then be self-reliant.
She also knew why the teacher and her mother were so good to her. Five years ago, when she was still in college, her mother suddenly suffered a myocardial infarction on the road. She rescued her with timely compression and artificial respiration. They have always remembered this. In her heart, she felt that she was just doing what she was supposed to do.
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