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art exhibition
Jing Sui Dingding looked at the sketchbook on the ground, although it was only a semi-finished product, it could even be said to be a sketch of a few strokes... But the scene in the painting was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
He once took the boy there and solemnly promised him his love.
It was the first time he was so honest with someone.
Telling someone for the first time that he loves him.
But the boy didn't believe him and finally left him.
What happened after that... Jing Sui didn't want to think about it, he closed his eyes in pain and looked up at the young man in front of him.
At this moment, all the doubts in my heart were completely dissipated.
It turned out to be really you, and...you remember everything.
Why draw fairy clouds? Could it be that in your heart, you still care about me in the slightest and never let me go?
Such extravagant hopes emerged uncontrollably in Jing Sui's heart, but he felt that he should not.
He had countless things he wanted to ask, and even wanted to directly reveal his identity, no longer forbearance or avoidance, but he finally calmed down. He couldn't ignore many of the unreasonable things. Simple as that.
Impulsive, rash, will only backfire.
If Ji Ling really came to this world when he had the same car accident as himself, he should have had a period of time to get used to it, and with the sensual and gentle character of a young man, it is impossible to easily forget his relatives in that world, and he has suffered such injuries again. Afterwards, he dealt with everything calmly, and accepted his current identity and relatives as a matter of course.
When a person comes to a different world, no matter how good the disguise, there must be a process of acceptance, and the young man is not a person with too deep scheming, and it is impossible to have no flaws.
But the fact is that he really looks like a person from this world, and the interaction with Yang Wei is not fake. He really regards Yang Wei as his mother and is used to the current life. The brightness and happiness in his eyes were not played out.
This is why Jing Sui clearly felt that they were so similar, but still remained suspicious and did not dare to recognize each other.
Ji Ling is like someone who should belong to this world, but now he seems more real and natural, but he in that world was a little out of place because he was too kind, and dandy was more like his disguise.
Jing Sui thought about many possibilities, maybe Ji Ling forgot all that, maybe he only remembers the memory of this world, or maybe he came to this world longer than himself, so long that he has completely integrated into it...
He thought about a lot of possibilities, but he didn't think about it. Ji Ling clearly remembered everything in that world, but was able to remain indifferent.
why is that?
What is going on in this world?
Ji Ling looked at Jing Sui suspiciously, and shook his hand in front of Jing Sui, saying, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong with you?"
Jing Sui took a deep breath. He bent down to pick up the sketchbook on the ground, looked at Ji Ling with a complicated expression, and said hoarsely, "You draw very well."
Ji Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking that Mr. Fu would not be fascinated by his own paintings, right? But this is just a draft, it's not that good...
He was a little embarrassed and said humbly, "You have passed the prize."
Jing Sui was silent for a moment, suppressed the painful nostalgia in his eyes, and said slowly: "The scenery here is beautiful, but...why don't you paint some people?"
Ji Ling met the man's deep gaze, as if there was some deep sadness in it, which made him inexplicably think of Jing Sui... Why doesn't he paint people? Ji Ling thought for a while, turned his eyes away, and said, "...I didn't expect it."
Yeah? Just didn't expect it?
This is not the real answer.
You are lying to me.
Jing Sui Dingding looked at the young man, and after a while, he let out a low, hoarse chuckle, and said seemingly casually, "How did you come up with such a painting? It's really imaginative."
Ji Ling smiled shyly: "I was inspired by a novel."
He paused when he said this, and didn't say more, lest Mr. Fu continue to ask what kind of novel it was, what a serious and overbearing president Mr. Fu seemed to be! How can you tell him about tanmei novels! That's too shameful!
Fortunately, Mr. Fu did not continue to ask.
Ji Ling blinked and said, "Mr. Fu, I'm going back." This was a hint that the other party returned the sketchbook to him!
Jing Sui rolled his Adam's apple and desperately pressed the words that seemed to be squeezed out of his chest. He raised his hand and returned the sketchbook to Ji Ling. He closed his eyes and said, "Okay."
He needs time to process the information he has received today.
Instead of letting yourself be dominated by emotions and acting impulsively.
frightened the young man.
Ji Ling felt that there was something strange about the man, but he couldn't tell. He smiled uncomfortably and turned to leave.
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When he was about to get off work, Shen Zhuoming came to the president's office and came to deliver the plan of the planning department. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the boss sitting at the desk. After passing the boss's desk, looking at the cup of coffee on the table that was cooled without taking a sip, finally realized that something was wrong.
Shen Zhuoming stepped forward cautiously: "President Fu?"
Jing Sui raised his head, his eyes were as dark as an abyss, and said lightly, "Put down the document, you go out first."
Shen Zhuoming felt that the boss didn't seem to be in a good mood, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly put down the documents and went out. After closing the door, he showed a puzzled expression. What's wrong with the boss? Why do you look like you've lost your soul?
Jing Sui closed his eyes.
Everything in the past was slowly replayed in his mind, even if he only thought of it once, it was like dismembering himself, but he still recalled it slowly, unwilling to let go of any detail, and after coming to this world. , the scene of encountering Ji Ling...
Trying to find the clues that he ignored from his own memory.
There was something very important and important that he ignored, but he couldn't think of anything.
'How did you come up with the idea to paint a picture like this? β
βIt was a novel that inspired me. β
The conversation between these two sentences suddenly flashed through Jing Sui's mind, like a white lightning flashing across the dark and boundless night sky.
At that time, he thought that this sentence was just Ji Ling's excuse. Ji Ling didn't want to tell the world's affairs in front of strangers, so he used the novel as an excuse to prevaricate himself, but...why didn't he find other excuses? Like a dream or something?
Why, it has to be called a novel?
Seemingly insignificant details may be the key to success or failure, and the only way to approach the truth.
Jing Sui slowly opened his eyes and opened the computer's search page. His fingers stayed on the keyboard for a long time, and then he typed in two words: Jing Sui.
Hit enter to search.
A whole page of information appeared in front of him without warning, without any concealment.
Jing Sui's pupils shrank slowly, his fingers trembled and his face tensed. Finally, he clicked on the first webpage.
A novel interface appeared in front of him.
ten hours later.
Jing Sui slumped back on the chair, raised his hand to cover his eyes, to hide the absurd sadness, his thin lips parted slightly, and a sneering chuckle escaped from the gap between his lips. Laugh without hesitation.
Throughout his life, he always prided himself on being calm and rational.
He has been the prince of the empire since he was born. He was taught to pay attention to etiquette since he was a child. After he became an emperor, he was even more indifferent to his anger and anger. Even when he was the most angry and painful, he would not be rude in front of others and would not be accepted by others. Seeing his emotions, even when he was alone, he seemed to have forgotten what it was like to indulge, and he had never laughed like this before.
But at this moment, he felt very funny.
Can't stop laughing.
The throat seemed to have been scraped by a knife, hoarse pain, every laughter, breath, merciless vibration pulled at the chest, and then spread the pain throughout the body, after a long, long time, the laughter finally stopped slowly.
It was late at night outside, and the company was empty.
The stillness of the needle in the office can be heard.
The moonlight is cast from the floor-to-ceiling windows-in, and the high-rise buildings outside are lit with lights, real and psychedelic.
He finally understood where the sense of disobedience came from.
And finally understand why Ji Ling can face everything calmly.
Jing Sui would not expect Ji Ling to be the same as him, from that false book world, because then Ji Ling would not say that it was inspired by a novel. Fact - he knew the novel existed.
He is not the original 'Ji Ling', but the 'Ji Ling' of this world.
A 'Ji Ling' who has read this novel.
He was originally from this world, and Yang Wei was also his real mother, so he acted so naturally and clearly remembered everything, but pretended not to remember.
For him, everyone in that world, including himself, is just a character in a novel.
a false existence.
And now, thinking back carefully, the kindness and softness that I discovered inadvertently revealed by the young man is actually his true side, because he is not the original playboy 'Ji Ling', but a young Ling from this world. He is not used to it. To do vicious things, not accustomed to hurting others, have a soft and compassionate heart, but his acting skills are not good enough... This can also explain why he is involuntarily attracted by his true side.
Because according to this novel, I will not fall in love with him.
The teenager is so kind and gentle, he has all the side that attracts him, but he doesn't love him.
Since he knows the novel and all the plots, it is impossible for him to be deceived and provoked by Carlos, which means that everything is his disguise, just an excuse he uses to escape from himself.
He knows everything like a god, watching himself fall and leave coldly...
Everything is fake.
He never loved him.
Jing Sui raised his hand and grabbed the placket of his shirt. He clenched his fingers hard and pressed it into a fist on his chest. There was no blood in his tightly pursed lips. Sadness, pain, and ridicule appeared in his eyes.
In your eyes, I'm just a funny character in a novel, someone you can't avoid...
So you don't have me in your paintings.
It turned out that from beginning to end, I was the one who was self-absorbed.
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Ji Ling didn't know anything about this, and didn't know that a random sentence completely exposed his identity.
He has been busy recently. After deciding on his ideas, Ji Ling was busy preparing the works for the exhibition. He painted several paintings, including Xianyun Star, Emperor Star, and Blue Sea Star.
Those magnificent pictures engraved in his mind with all kinds of strangeness slowly appeared on the paper, and after artistic processing, they became beautiful pictures.
Wang Yixin and the others looked at Ji Ling's paintings, and then looked at their own. They wanted to throw their paintings into the trash can. Sure enough, people's talents are different, and this kind of thing can't be forced!
They are not jealous of Ji Ling.
After all, not every art student is full of pursuits, right? And there are scumbags like them!
Ji Ling stayed up late every day, devoted herself to her own creation, left early and returned late. After a month, she finally got all her works ready.
The exhibition is hosted by the Academy of Fine Arts, and the event is scheduled for Saturday.
Ning Kehan ββcalled them up to help before 6 o'clock. A group of students were busy, building display stands, buying water, and moving chairs...
Ji Ling also rolled up his sleeves and worked hard, full of fighting spirit. This was his first serious university activity, and he was going to show his work to others. He was excited to think of this.
Students passing by stopped and watched curiously, creating a fresh and natural atmosphere.
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Apartments near the school.
Wen Yan looked at the time on the phone, one minute, two minutes... four o'clock sharp.
He stood up and walked to the door. When he put on his shoes and was about to go out, he suddenly heard the sound of a key opening the door, so he stopped.
The door was pulled open from the outside, and a woman with a charming makeup walked in wearing a black waist-length dress. She didn't look young, but she was well-maintained, her charm still remained, and the corners of her brows and eyes were still charming.
But at this moment, she looked at Wen Yan with sarcasm and disgust. She glanced at him and said coldly, "Where are you going?"
Wen Yan said lightly: "Go to school."
Han Yun looked at his casual attitude, and her suppressed anger immediately came up, and said angrily: "Going to school? I told you to wait at home today, and go out with me later to go out with the young lady of the Zhou family on a blind date, Have you forgotten? What is your attitude?"
Wen Yan's long and narrow phoenix eyes raised slightly, his thin lips were raised, and his voice was low: "I didn't forget, so I'm going to go out early to avoid bumping into you."
Han Yun looked at him in disbelief, and pointed at him with trembling fingers: "You, what did you say?"
Wen Yan looked at her lazily and smiled: "Do you need me to repeat it again?"
Han Yunqi's face turned pale, and he shouted bitterly: "Do you know how much effort I spent to give you this opportunity, you still haven't grasped it properly? You don't care about it at all! Do you know that if you can marry Miss Zhou, the old man will look at you more, and your father will not always ignore you. I heard that you are a good eldest brother, I've been playing with Miss Zhou's idea recently!
Of course, you are not as good as your eldest brother. Without him, you have the skills and weak personality, but maybe Miss Zhou likes you like this? After all, today's women don't necessarily like strong men, and it's not hopeless if you coax her more and let her go..."
Wen Yan watched her talk incessantly, with a cold look in his eyes.
Yu Wenyan is an illegitimate child with a mercenary mistress and mother, who has been used by her mother as a tool to marry into a wealthy family since she was a child. Despite her funny and humorous image in school, and her popularity as a school grass, she is actually a cowardly and unresponsible person. Every movement is controlled by his mother, and he is nothing but a ridiculous pitiful creature.
At first, Han Yun hoped that her son would help him marry into a wealthy family, but Mr. Yu is a sensible man and would not give their mother and son a chance to enter the house. Later, Han Yun hoped that her son would be able to win the cultivation and attention of the Yu family. Wen Yan's own abilities are far inferior to that of his elder brother Yu Wensen. He is almost graduating from college, and he is still a marginalized figure. The Yu family's industry has not touched the edge, and he is completely excluded from the center of power.
Gradually, Han Yun gave up her thoughts, and instead hoped to let her son talk about a girlfriend with status, so that the status of their mother and son would rise with the tide.
Although Yu Wenyan is very popular in school, he has never been in a relationship, because his marriage contract is to be traded. As a commodity for wealthy marriages, he is also an unloved illegitimate child and a tangled ex-girlfriend. They are not a plus.
Although he resisted this kind of life, he was beaten and scolded by his mother since he was a child, and he was used to obedience, so he went on like this.
As a despised illegitimate child, he has neither the ability to change the status quo nor the courage to fight for power, to be pinched in the palm of his hand by a woman who is obsessed with greed, and to be constantly reprimanded by his father and bullied by his elder brother. It is indeed not commendable. life.
Not long ago, Yu Wenyan attended Yu Wensen's party and was drunk and drunk by several of Yu Wensen's friends. After waking up, he changed his mind.
Wen Yan absently recalled.
Han Yun talked bitterly for a long time, but found that Wen Yan not only didn't listen, but instead looked distracted, she was so angry that she gave birth to such a worthless son! Not only can they not help her marry into the Yu family, but they won't even fight for their own things. It's a joke for their mother and son to be in the Yu family! Can't help at all, crap!
"Go change your clothes and go see Miss Zhou with me." Han Yun thought of the blind date for a while, and commanded with anger.
Wen Yan raised his eyelids, "I'm sorry, I'm going to class."
Han Yun was finally furious! Although she gave birth to a useless son, everything was unsatisfactory, but at least she was obedient in the past, but now she dares to disobey her face to face! Whether it is bearable or unbearable, she didn't even think about raising her hand to hit Wen Yan!
As a result, before she got close, her wrist was suddenly grasped by a cold hand. The fingertips of that hand were like ice, and she slowly exerted force, making her pained face pale and her blood cold.
Han Yun looked up in a daze, and met a pair of dark eyes with no temperature. In those long and narrow eyes, there was a hint of icy gloomy look. She trembled suddenly, feeling like she was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and she might die at any time. Burial place.
This, how is this possible...
How could this child have such terrifying eyes...
Wen Yan looked at the frightened woman, and slowly, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
Stupid, despicable, greedy, cowardly... A human woman, she has almost all the inferiority that human beings possess, even after thousands of years of changes, no matter what the world has become, no matter how long the lifespan changes, the universe How fast it develops... Human nature is all the same and never changes.
so ugly...
But Wen Yan seemed to see a trace of his past in this ugly woman.
The self who is greedy and selfish, vicious and ruthless for the sake of money and power.
If it was him in the past, maybe he would have cared about this. He would not hesitate to crush all the obstacles in front of him, trample all those who despised him, let them die in pain and despair, and make people fear him.
He once spent almost his entire life just to stand tall enough to despise everything.
But now he just finds it ridiculous.
Even if you get everything, you can't keep a person who wants to stay, even if you have power, you can't change anything, so why do you need to fight again?
He's tired of the power-hungry game.
There is no one in this world that he wants to protect at all costs.
It doesn't make sense at all.
Han Yun didn't know why, her body stiffened with fright, she trembled and said, "You, what do you want to do..."
Wen Yan's smile was cold and indifferent, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, but his voice was gentle: "I just want to ask you not to disturb me again, okay?"
Otherwise, if I get angry, I may not tolerate you anymore.
Han Yun looked at the young man. This person clearly had the face of her son, but he seemed to be a stranger. He was cold and scary, as if he was being occupied by a devil. He looked at himself as if he was looking at a man. The humble ants, if they continue to be presumptuous, may anger the other party and be trampled to death at any time...
Who is he?
Wen Yan let go of his hand, withdrew his gaze lightly, and walked past the woman.
He slowly came downstairs, raised his head and squinted his eyes, the warm and warm sunlight fell on him, and he couldn't help but smile.
You see, I have really changed a lot.
It's also possible to live like an ordinary person and try to respect other people's lives, even though I don't like her very much, and I didn't make that noisy woman shut up forever.
Wen Yan remembered the young man's frown and smile, his eyes were gentle, and after a while, the tenderness was deeply hidden again, and it was not easy to show it to others.
He walked slowly to the school and walked on the boulevard.
The students around him in twos and threes walked by, full of youthful vigor. Although Wen Yan has been in this world for a while, Wen Yan is not used to it. There is no one of his kind here, but it doesn't matter. He is very good at disguising as a member of this world.
As for his heart, he has never been and does not need to be understood.
The only boy who made him want to take out his heart and dedicate it devoutly is no longer there.
"Hey, the Academy of Fine Arts is holding an art exhibition, let's go take a look."
"Okay, there are many beauties in the Academy of Fine Arts."
"You guy..."
"Over there, there are a lot of excellent works this time, and the new students are really amazing."
The sound of the surrounding conversation fell into his ears intermittently.
Wen Yan held the book in one hand and walked forward with an indifferent expression.
These things didn't arouse the slightest interest in him. The place where the art exhibition was held in front was bustling and very lively. When passing by, he just glanced at it.
That glance, through the gap between the crowd.
Then saw the one in the most conspicuous position - the beautiful starry sky.
Wen Yan paused, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.