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51 The One
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. Cheng Ji'an was still dealing with it at first, emphasizing her own intentions, but in the end she simply ignored it, Yin Xudong looked persevering, and it was useless for her to say anything. She thought that everyone's time was limited, and there was no hope in sight, and he gave up after a long time. As a result, after ten days passed, his text messages were still sent one by one. Even if he talked to himself, he still did not forget to tell her sincerity As far as gold and stone are concerned, one day she will be moved by him.
Cheng Ji'an was a little helpless. He wanted to block him, but he was afraid of hurting his feelings. A Yin Xudong doesn't matter, but after all, there is a teacher Zhu. She thought that maybe she should find a time to talk to Teacher Zhu again to show her determination and let her tell Yin Xudong not to waste time on her.
She thought that if she made it clear, Teacher Zhu would have prevented it.
She just waited for several days, but she couldn't wait for the right time. wish the teacher didn't talk to her like before, and every time she met, it was not someone around her or someone around her.
And when May comes, Feng Lao's art exhibition will also start.
On this day, Cheng Ji'an got up early in the morning and changed his clothes. When Zhanming called her, he ran downstairs again.
"Yeah, Cheng An'an, did you put on lipstick today?" Zhanming was already standing outside the car, and when he saw her walking out of the stairs, he opened the car door for her and smiled. The weather is getting warmer, he is wearing shorts and trousers, comfortable and sunny.
"Yeah." Cheng Ji'an didn't expect him to discover his makeup so easily, and was a little embarrassed. She usually doesn't wear makeup when she goes to work, that is, when she woke up today, she found that she hadn't slept well last night and her face was a little pale, so she put on some lipstick to make herself Be more spirited, after all, she will go to the teacher's exhibition hall later, and she may meet a lot of people. I didn't dare to exaggerate, just a thin layer of bean paste color.
"Good-looking." Zhan Ming smiled and nodded again.
Cheng Ji'an was a little embarrassed at first, but after he praised it, he laughed again, but he didn't say much, just replied: "Okay, let's go, the teacher and the wife should be waiting."
They also have to pick up their teachers and mothers to go to the exhibition hall together.
Today is the first day of the art exhibition. The teacher and the wife must go to see it. Brother Da Pan, who originally held the art exhibition for the teacher, was going to send someone to pick it up. Well, she was also present at the time, so she proposed that she should accompany the second old man there. Later, when he went to work, I don't know where Zhanming heard that Feng Lao was going to hold an art exhibition, so he came to ask. After learning that it was inconvenient for them to go there, he volunteered to take up the responsibility of the driver.
Zhanming has a wide range of interests. He is responsible for many matters in the museum when he is working. He usually studies various masterpieces by famous artists. How can he miss a calligraphy and painting exhibition like Feng Lao?
When they arrived at Feng's hometown, the second old man had already packed up and waited.
When I drove to the showroom, there were already many people inside. The preparatory work for this exhibition was all handled by Senior Brother Da Pan, and the request given by Mr. Feng was only "don't be too public", not to enter important exhibition halls, not to invite all media, and he would not particularly attend. He knew that once it was hyped, a lot of people would flock to it, which was not what he wanted to see. In addition to doing some good deeds, his purpose for holding this exhibition is to show those who really like his paintings. Therefore, this exhibition is currently only spread in a small area, and the people who can come here are all people who really like his paintings.
These people included men and women, old and young. Old Feng walked past them, seemingly calm, but the brilliance in his eyes betrayed his excited heart.
Naturally, some people recognized him, but none of them made a loud noise. They just walked up to him in surprise and respectfully called out "Mr. Feng".
Feng Lao nodded in greeting, Cheng Ji'an was also very excited to follow him, and felt great satisfaction in his heart.
When she walked to a wall in the middle, she was stunned again. It was a prominent wall, half a zhang wide, separating the two exhibition halls of Chinese painting and oil painting. On the wall hung a huge oil painting, but it was the one she painted in Ji's house.
She knew the teacher would put it on display together, but she never thought it would be placed so prominently.
At this time, it was also marked with the name - "Sunflower Girl", author: Cheng Ji'an.
"Teacher..." Cheng Ji'an turned his head, unable to bear such a heavy burden.
Feng Lao smiled softly, "This position is just right."
Zhanming on the side was surprised, "Cheng An'an, did you paint this painting?"
Cheng Ji'an was moved, but at this moment he couldn't help laughing, "Well."
Zhan Ming blinked his eyes for a long time, and finally extended his thumb to compare, but couldn't say anything.
It was only after Mr. Feng and the others went forward again, they couldn't help but look back.
The girl in the painting is holding a sunflower. The sunflower is golden, bright and warm, but the girl's eyes are only sad.
In a cage, there is still hope.
...
There are more and more people in twos and threes. Although they have tried their best to keep a low profile, the news is still spreading like wildfire. Remembering that Feng Lao was already at a high level, Senior Brother Da Pan welcomed him to the rest room at the back, daring not to let him work hard. Some students from previous years also came one after another when they heard the news, and came to visit their former teachers after viewing the paintings.
The lounge suddenly became lively.
Zhan Ming had already gone out to look at the paintings. Cheng Ji'an was standing beside Mr. Feng to take care of him at any time. Later, when there were more people, he stood up. Seeing that he really didn't need his own help, he said hello and said hello. also went out.
She still has so many paintings to see.
There were already quite a few people outside the exhibition hall. Fortunately, the exhibition hall held by Senior Brother Da Pan was large, so he didn't feel crowded at all. followed the teacher all the way just now, and it was only a quick glance. At this time, didn't dare to delay any more, just turned into an ordinary spectator, and admired it as walked.
Displayed on the wall are hundreds of paintings by the teacher, all of which were painstakingly and meticulously crafted throughout his life. She walked, looked, looked, and figured it out, as if each picture could not be seen enough.
It's just that when she finished reading this wall and wanted to go to the other wall, she stopped. Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a person who seemed a little familiar, and seemed to be looking at her.
Looking back, sure enough.
Behind the crowd, a woman is looking at her. Wearing a tight black dress, long curly hair, tall and beautiful, she just looked at her with too complicated eyes, proud, and a little unwilling and a little resentful.
Cheng Ji'an has already turned her head, her face is calm, although she has already recognized who she is.
They had a relationship, and that day, in the Shangcheng club, she followed Ji Chongjun and never left.
She - is Qiao Weiwei.
The Qiao Weiwei who used to be with Ji Chongjun and is still with Ji Chongjun now.
The picture of her kissing him in the dark corridor came to mind again, along with the words You Shan told her on the phone that day.
She couldn't look at it and said, why don't you call An An out, she is bored at home anyway.
She opened her mouth and said that it was useless for her to come, it would only be more boring...
When she first heard it, she thought that things had changed, so she didn't care, but now that they meet on a narrow road, these memories are still evoked.
Just why is she here?
On the side, a man came over, he was in his fifties, dressed in style, but he looked like a nouveau riche, "Weiwei, go to see that painting with my uncle, I think it is for you Uncle Liu. It's better, that one is bigger, and it should be more expensive..."
His voice was a bit loud, and there were still two or three people around who were looking at the painting, all looking sideways, but the man didn't notice it, Qiao Weiwei lowered her head, but she had already walked over.
Cheng Ji'an glanced at them and understood that they were here to buy paintings. This time the teacher agreed to sell the painting and the proceeds will be used for charity.
She didn't want to evaluate their ability to appreciate, she was just glad that Qiao Weiwei walked away and stopped looking at her.
Although she still didn't understand why she looked at herself like that, she should have left with a proud attitude.
- If this is a war, she is the winner, and she has already lost.
But it's none of your business anyway.
Taking a deep breath and arranging everything, Cheng Ji'an looked at the painting on the wall again. Life is so short and she still has so much to do.
They shouldn't have anything to do with each other.
The world in the painting is still wonderful, and Cheng Ji'an is soon immersed in it again. Those paintings are all wealth to her, taking more and taking less, but it all depends on herself.
She was so focused that she completely forgot the crowds around her.
Until she noticed that someone stopped beside her.
Cheng Ji'an looked at Qiao Weiwei who came over at some unknown time, and a surprise flashed in his eyes. Although she looked up at the painting on the wall, she could see that it was because of her, and the distance between the two of them was only one foot.
Just why is she coming again?
"I didn't expect to meet you here." Cheng Ji'an was wondering, but Qiao Weiwei had already spoken. The voice was soft, no emotion could be heard.
Cheng Ji'an didn't answer, but looked back at the painting, but his body was a little tense.
Even if she wanted to settle down again, her status was special, and she had already made her an enemy.
"Actually, I really envy you," Qiao Weiwei said again, "You can easily get everything that others can't even think of..."
"..." Cheng Ji'an turned her head subconsciously, she didn't expect that she would tell her this.
Her face is beautiful, but her expression is sad, and her voice is a little sad. And the glamorous and compelling momentum on her has disappeared.
Qiao Weiwei turned her head.
Looking at the person in front of her, her eyes were full of envy and sorrow, and it was completely different from just now. She asked softly, "You should be very happy, you have so much..."
"..." Cheng Ji'an looked at her and still didn't answer.
She didn't know how to answer.
Face to face, there was some silence in the air. Qiao Weiwei smiled, and after a while, she turned and left gently without saying a word.
Cheng Ji'an turned around, but only saw her back was extremely lonely. Even though he straightened up, he just seemed to be maintaining his last self-esteem.
She didn't quite understand, it wasn't quite what she thought.
Qiao Weiwei should be a proud person. Even if she came over, she should mock her, ridicule her, and pose as a winner, instead of saying something like that to her.
She thought that she always knew that they had divorced, even if others didn't, she was the person by Ji Chongjun's side.
And what did she mean by that? Get everything easily, do you mean the divorce property you get? But why ask her if she is happy?
What does she mean by "everything"?
Cheng Ji'an was a little confused and looked at her again, but Qiao Weiwei had already walked out of the door...
Having said that, he hurried forward and hurriedly reported to him the events of the past two days.
"My wife started to pack things the day before yesterday. She was only in the studio at the time, and we didn't pay much attention to it. I asked my wife, but she didn't tell us. Who knew that my wife would go out with two suitcases in the morning, so don't be too old. Zhou Zong didn't tell us where we were going, I was afraid something would happen to my wife, so I quickly called you..."
"Yes, sir, we went upstairs to see it later. It seems that my wife took away her paintings and calligraphy without taking anything away..." A Xiang stood behind and nodded hurriedly.
Ji Chongjun didn't respond. After they finished speaking, he turned his head and said lightly, "You haven't eaten lunch yet?"
"Ah...yes, I'm about to..." Wu Ma said, and hid the small half of the beans behind her back. She was in a hurry just now and walked out without taking care of it, and then explained, "Madam, let's go. Now, we don't know when to eat, so we delayed..."
Ji Chongjun nodded, "Then let's do it first." After speaking, he turned around and walked upstairs.
Wu Ma looked at his back, and A Xiang looked at each other, his wife ran away from home, and his husband was too calm.
But if it was really calm, why would he come back at noon? have worked here for so many years, but have never seen Mr. Ji come back at noon...
Ji Chongjun went upstairs and opened the door of the studio.
There used to be a lot of things in the door, long tables, wooden chairs, vases, statues, drawing papers, paints, books, all kinds of things, but now only an open space has been cleared. The easels that were propped up by the window were also gone, and the contents of the paintings on them seemed to be still in front of me, but they were all gone now.
The windows were open, the sunlight diffused, and as far as the eye could see, it was empty.
Ji Chongjun stopped at the door for a moment, but never entered. He has entered this room more than once, but often at night, often under the lights. He looked at the things he had never touched, looked at the paintings she drew stroke by stroke, like an intruder who did not reveal a trace, with caution and exploration, Point by point measuring her world.
But at the end of the investigation, dare not enter.
At that time, it was unfamiliar here, but didn't expect that when all the unfamiliar people thought were emptied, it was even more unfamiliar in exchange.
Ji Chongjun's eyes changed, but instead, he just turned around gently, and gently opened the door again.
Walking to the bottom of the corridor, it was their bedroom, but the pace slowed down for some time. Twisted the handle and pushed open the bedroom door. The room was full of sunlight, but silent.
His eyes swept across the room, and the man had already walked to the cloakroom.
The cloakroom is very spacious, and at a glance, rows of clothes are hung neatly, and all the shoes and hats are placed as usual.
Looking at the dressing table on the side, the cosmetics are all there, and the accessories in the drawer are not moving.
All things have no trace of being passive.
There was also a safe in the cabinet, Ji Chongjun walked to him, hesitated for a moment, but dialed the number.
1027, her birthday, he told her the password at the beginning.
"Click", the safe opened.
She had never changed even a password.
There are three floors in total, and they are full of her boxes, all of which are her jewelry. Ji Chongjun opened a few, and the contents were all there, and he never took them away. Putting them away one by one, he took out another one, but when he saw the pattern on it, he had a momentary stagnation.
This box is very familiar...
This box was still in his hands two days ago...
Opening it up, it turned out to be the pink diamond necklace.
Ji Chongjun looked at it for a long time, but put it in, and picked up a small box next to it.
Just waiting for this to open, his jaw moved, and the indifferent expression could no longer hold.
All emotions seemed to come suddenly, and all restraint instantly collapsed.
It was a ring, the one they wore when they got married.
Ji Chongjun didn't know how long he looked at it, but in the end he put it back where it was, and his expression returned to calm again, but it was more silent than before.
When his eyes fell on the bag in the uppermost layer, there was no more waves on his face.
There was a card in that transparent bag, a card specially prepared for her. If there is enough money in it, she will also transfer an amount at a fixed time every month. This is her treatment as Mrs. Ji...
Ji Chongjun touched the firm-hard texture, and finally knew that Cheng Ji'an really did what they said, she didn't take anything with her except her own calligraphy and painting...
The phone rang suddenly.
Ji Chongjun looked at the caller ID for a while before picking it up slowly, "Hello."
I don't know what was said over there, Ji Chongjun listened quietly, and finally responded - "Okay, I'll come right away."
...
The car quickly drove out of the Cuihu Villa, and the man in the car became the deep and reserved Ji Chongjun again.
...
Ji Mingqiu in the north of the city, Ji Mingqiu was scolding, "What a nonsense, if you say divorce, you will get a divorce. What can't you do! You are planning to hide it from me! If I hadn't gotten the news, would you be planning to hide it to the end!"
The head of the Ji family in the early years, although sitting in a wheelchair and showing his old appearance, his majesty is still there, even though he is far apart, he can still feel the arrogance of the superior. That is the result of the fighting on the battlefield and the ups and downs in the shopping mall.
However, Ji Chongjun was indifferent and just let him speak.
He was not surprised that the old man knew that he had made a divorce agreement so quickly. Although the old man had already relegated to the second line, the influence was still there. His divorce was so big, how could those people dare not know him.
Seeing that the scolding for a long time was useless, Mr. Ji stopped, staring at Ji Chongjun, but his eyes were still dissatisfied and sharp, "Even if you can't make it any longer, why do you need a divorce? You just hang on to it, what can she do to you! Who are you going to marry when you leave her? Those women outside are fine, but how many of them are qualified to enter my Ji family?
Although the girl from the Cheng family can't make it to the top, at least she is safe!
ββIn his eyes, it was naturally his Ji family who filed for divorce.
Ji Chongjun did not explain, but simply replied: "I will be the first to tell you when the time comes."
Mr. Ji was stunned for a while, but when he realized what he meant, his expression changed. The remarks just now seemed to be scolding, but they were actually beating and testing.
He knew very well his grandson's disposition. If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't file for divorce first. As for "necessity", what else could he do other than make room for other women? I just didn't expect him to admit it so easily.
He wanted to ask who that woman was, but Ji Chongjun sat in the chair and kept his mouth shut.
Mr. Ji squinted his eyes, but he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He was old, and many things were beyond his control.
No longer entangled, just leaned back on the chair, "Forget it, I can't control you anymore, I just hope that I can hug my great-grandson in my lifetime, so that even if I die, I can rest my eyes!"
He didn't know how many times he asked in the past two years, but he just said that it was still early and he was not in a hurry.
Don't worry, don't worry, he doesn't know how long he can live, how can he not worry.
Now he is only looking forward to the Ji family's success.
When closed eyes, the tiredness on face became more obvious.
"If it's all right, I'll go back first, there is a meeting in the afternoon." Ji Chongjun stood up.
"Yeah." Mr. Ji didn't hold back. When he thought of something when he passed by his side, he said again, "Although you have left the girl from the Cheng family, don't treat her badly. Anyway, my life is her grandfather's. Help, don't let people gossip..."
Ji Chongjun paused, but quickly turned and walked away.
What appeared in front of her eyes was the ring, the ring she had worn for two years and finally left behind.
...
Ji Chongjun quickly walked out the door, and when his figure disappeared, Mr. Ji opened his eyes again.
He summoned the people around him and said slowly, "Pay more attention to the women around him these days..."
As long as many things are not out of the ordinary, he can turn a blind eye, but in this case, he still can't completely let go.
The lessons from the past are still in sight.
...
On the bus, Cheng Ji'an picked up the phone.
"Teacher, I should be there soon... Well, no, no, I can find it myself... OK, see you later."
Hanging up the phone, Cheng Ji'an sighed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Two months ago, in front of the library in the city center, she accidentally met the art teacher who taught her in college. She was her mentor, who not only taught her a lot of professional knowledge, but also taught her countless life problems. So when she saw the elderly man standing in front of the bus stop, she immediately got out of the car and walked towards him.
He was her mentor, and she was also his proud disciple. After two years of absence, they met by chance in a foreign country. They were both excited and had countless things to say.
Naturally, he had already heard the news of her marrying into a wealthy family, but he still felt sorry for her. She has a very high talent. Can you hold back that kindness? Even if you have more than your heart, I am afraid that you are not enough.
However, in the recent inquiries, he also felt the frustration between her brows, so when he was parting, he also said that if he has time in the future, he can come to see him. He returned from the original city to the hometown where he was born. , although no longer imparting knowledge, but also started a new job, which greatly needed her help.
Saying that he needs help, except that his manpower is really short, the other is just to let her get rid of it. The wealthy life is not easy to live, how can he not understand.
At that time, he was being invited to go to the art museum, and she was also going to the banquet. The time to talk along the way was only pitiful, but she remembered every word she said.
And last night, when she thought about leaving Ji's house one day, she dialed the teacher's number.
She said, teacher, do you still need help? I'm free now.
She can do what she can do.
Outside the window, the traffic was still passing by, Cheng Ji'an looked at it, and couldn't help but see another haze in his eyes.
At first, she also thought about where to go after leaving Ji's house. She also wanted to go home after divorce like everyone else, but in the end she didn't dare. She hadn't made up her mind to tell them, and wasn't brave enough to face the stormy waves that might cause. All she can do is find a place to live and live her life step by step. Maybe one day they'll know, but it won't be so unsafe.
This city is very big, with a huge sea of ββpeople, tens of millions of people, and although she stayed here, those people were all on the high floor, and it was not so coincidental that they met her.
As for the house left to her, maybe she will go back, maybe she will never go back.
She doesn't need to worry about the people in the house. In the divorce agreement, the Ji family will continue to bear the salaries of those people until she no longer needs them.
...
The bus stopped on the platform again, and the purpose was here. People got off one after another, and Cheng Ji'an followed suit with his luggage.
Going forward, Huadu Museum is right in front of you, walking backwards into an alley, but a person is standing at the entrance of the alley.
He is in good spirits, but his hair is pale and his clothes are simple, but his eyes are full of respectable integrity and peace. He seemed to be waiting for someone, and looked at the street from time to time.
Cheng Ji'an walked behind him and called softly, "Teacher."
The man turned around, but surprise flashed in his eyes.
The last time we saw her, she was sitting in a luxury car, dressed in gorgeous clothes. Although her appearance had not changed, her gestures had changed, and she was graceful and dignified.
This time, she just came on foot, dragging two luggage.
Cheng Ji'an looked at the stunned teacher, but just smiled lightly, "Teacher, I'm divorced."
Feng Lao didn't go any further, and only handed over everything to Senior Brother Da Pan, not even asking about the price of the paintings.
Cheng Ji'an did not think that his paintings would be sold. Although he received a lot of praise on the first day, compared with his teacher's works, the weight was too light.
She began to stay in the apartment all day, learning all kinds of knowledge, and occasionally went to the nearby library to borrow some books. It's just that whenever she calms down to do things, she is always disturbed.
Yin Xudong would still come to her, maybe because of the holiday, he couldn't reply to the text message, so he started making calls again. If you set mute, there will be several calls in a while; even if you block it, there will be strange calls coming in for a while. In the end, he even started to invite her to dinner, she refused with the excuse of being busy, and he actually asked for the address to deliver the meal to her door.
Cheng Ji'an had never seen such a stubborn person before. She had no patience. She didn't want her life to be disturbed again, so she felt that she couldn't delay finding Teacher Zhu. Like now, fortunately he doesn't know the address, otherwise I really don't know what it will be.
The May Day holiday was over soon, and Cheng Ji'an went to work looking forward to it. It's just that the holidays are inevitably busy, and haven't been able to take time out for a while. Finally waited until noon, but in twos and threes, Teacher Zhu only chatted eagerly with people.
And Yin Xudong's text messages are still everywhere.
Went to the cafeteria, made a meal, and was a little bit ignorant. Wen Juan was still talking on the side, and she didn't have time to listen.
"Mr. Cheng, your courier!" Suddenly, someone called her name.
Looking up, it was Teacher Zheng from the Bronze Department, but he was holding a large bouquet of roses, "I passed by the guard just now and saw that a courier had brought you flowers, so I'll bring them to you." The girl received flowers, what a festive event.
"..." Cheng Ji'an took the flower, but his movements were a little stiff.
The teachers on the side have already asked with concern, "Yeah, who gave this?"
"Xiao Cheng has a boyfriend?"
"..."
"I don't know either." Cheng Ji'an turned his head and replied, but the smile on his face was equally stiff. Although there was no card, she still guessed who sent the flower.
Sure enough, a text message came quickly.
"My baby, have you received the flowers? Do you like them? If you like them, I'll send them to you every day, okay?"
Cheng Ji'an's hands trembled uncontrollably.
There was a teacher who had a good meal and went out. Cheng Ji'an recovered and quickly packed up his plate and walked out.
As for the flower, it was also casually placed on the dining table, "Master, put this flower here."
Going outside, Zhu Minrong was already far away, Cheng Ji'an hurriedly caught up, his lips pursed.
She knew she had to make things clear this time.
Before Yin Xudong looked for her, although it was very annoying, it was only privately, but now he actually sent the flowers directly to the museum, for fear that others would not know.