A subscription rate of 50% is set. If you are not satisfied, you will be able to see the normal chapters later, please forgive me. 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 the year before last, and this place was opened up. It's a good place, and fortunately it hasn't 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 inner side, and they were saying something to a broken china on the table.

One is older, wearing presbyopic glasses, with a round and kind face; one is 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.”

"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 it’s not about one person.”

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 don’t have a solid foundation and insight, you can’t do this at all.