After Escaping Marriage [GL]

When Yu Jianxing didn't answer, Cheng Zhanxi denied it first: "No."

Although she has many admirers, she cannot be liked by everyone, and she is not allowed to be selfish.

If she liked her, how could she act like that that night? Also, how did she know she was going to that bar? If you know, why waste three months in vain? So the Suspicion Array wanted to let him investigate and then understand her intentions?

Cheng Zhanxi thinks that she is terribly narcissistic. What kind of fairy are you? It's worth all the trouble. The most important thing is that the two of them have never seen each other except the convenience store sheltering from the rain.

If she doesn't like her, how can she explain that she invites herself alone?

Mysterious appearance, dewy love, and mysterious disappearance, have been lingering in my heart ever since.

Was the convenience store a chance encounter or an early plan?

Well-planned or fated?

Seeing her expression, Yu Xing knew that she had a psychological activity, but she never imagined that Cheng Zhanxi's psychological activity would be so complicated.

Yu Jianxing sneered: "Why not? She fell in love with you at first sight at the convenience store, and then secretly investigated you, staying at the most famous bar closest to your house every day, just to meet you, what a clear logical relationship."

"I left her a phone number last night and she ignored me."

"What if she secretly wrote it down?"

"…"

"You do not believe?"

"It's not that I don't believe it." Cheng Zhanxi smiled, "I just think she's not that kind of person."

"You've only met her twice, you know the person and the face but not the heart."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and stopped talking.

Although she had only met each other twice, she trusted her instincts.

"It's hard to play, it's definitely hard to play." Yu Jianxing said firmly, "Wait, she will call you soon,"

Cheng Zhanxi should have forgotten it, but he couldn't help but have a trace of fantasy.

What if?

If she takes the initiative to call herself, what should she say?

It's not that she has no emotional experience, but she can't make any assumptions about what Yu Qingtang might do. Well, let's take one step at a time.

Half a month later, when she received an unfamiliar number, her heart stopped: "Hello."

"Special offer for fine decoration of XX real estate..."

Cheng Zhanxi: "No need, thank you." Hang up the phone.

Sure enough, she was self-indulgent.

She handed over a portrait of Yu Qingtang to Yu Jianxing, told the other party's real name, and asked Yu Jianxing, who can eat well in Sicheng, to help pay attention.

In mid-August, the Sicheng Art Museum announced that it would hold an exhibition of painter Cheng Mo's paintings for two months.

Although Sicheng is not as prosperous as Beijing and Haishi, it is a city with a strong artistic atmosphere, and there are often various operas, concerts and exhibitions. This is why Cheng Zhanxi chose to come to Sicheng in the first place.

And the news that Cheng Mo came to Sicheng was also spread through the director of the museum.

In the evening, there was a small dinner party with people in the circle. There were not many people. The director of the art gallery invited her. Cheng Zhanxi thought about it and agreed.

Because of her superior family background, Cheng Zhanxi seldom appeared in social occasions with an entertainment nature. She had an assistant to take care of her at work. She only devotes herself to creating, as for whether her paintings make money or not, and how much she makes, it doesn't matter if someone slanders her outside.

"I only heard that Mr. Cheng Mo is young and promising, but I didn't expect to be so beautiful." The vice president of the Sicheng Art Association was reminded by the director of the art museum that he dared to put the amazingly beautiful young woman and the mysterious painter Cheng in front of him. Connect silently.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and complimented the other party's work just nominated for a certain award.

The vice president smiled and welcomed her in.

Cheng Zhanxi did not say his real name, it is very common to use a stage name in the art circle.

"Mr. Cheng Mo, I'll give you a toast."

Cheng Zhanxi picked up the glass, smiled and touched the glass with the person in front of him, and took a sip.

At the end of the dinner, Cheng Zhanxi politely declined the follow-up arrangement of the president of the art association. After coming out of the hotel, she got into Yu Jianxing's car and sat in the co-pilot.

"Drink too much?"

"No." Cheng Zhanxi said, "They didn't dare to flood me."

Yu Jianxing smiled and said, "Amazing."

Cheng Zhanxi lowered the car window and let the summer evening wind blow into the car.

When Yu saw that Xing couldn't open the pot, he gloated and said, "Did Yu Qingtang call you?"

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her helplessly.

Yu Jianxing laughed.

"I didn't expect our talented painters to stumble."

Cheng Zhanxi was too lazy to argue with her, she had sworn before that Yu Qingtang had a crush on her.

"Is there any news about her?" Cheng Zhanxi chose to start another topic.

Yu Jianxing: "No."

Cheng Zhanxi tapped lightly on the edge of the window with his knuckles, and hummed.

A month ago, Cheng Zhanxi asked Yu Jianxing to let her friends pay attention to Yu Qingtang by the way. She didn't want to be like a stalker, so she didn't use her connections to take some measures. That's all, no news is normal.

Yu Jianxing thought she was in a low mood, and comforted: "We will meet by chance."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and looked out the window at the city covered with the silver-white moonlight.

***

The main residence of the Wei family.

"Who am I? It turns out that the mute is back."

Wei Shishi was still young and had never seen Yu Qingtang before. Nuonuo asked, "Ninth sister, is seventh sister mute?"

Wei Jiu looked calm: "Why do you call all cats and dogs sister?"

Wei Twelve Tongzhen blinked with big eyes.

Wei Jiu was amused and said, "Yeah, she's a mute. If you don't believe me, she won't hear you if you call her." She raised her head and said loudly at Yu Qingtang's back, "Hey, little mute."

Yu Qingtang didn't stop, and disappeared behind the gate of the carved garden step by step.

Wei Jiu groaned, feeling extremely boring, and it was difficult for her to get off the bus at the gate of the courtyard.

Yu Qingtang has been like this since she was a child. She doesn't talk, she doesn't laugh, she doesn't get angry or annoyed. She quietly stays in the corner alone, like a puppet with no emotions. In addition, she was deaf and dumb, and was not taken seriously, so the other children in the Wei family united to laugh at her, and she couldn't hear anyway.

Later, for some reason, he could hear it again, but his temper was still the same, the same as when he was mute.

Wei Jiu hugged Wei Twelve and got into the car again, and the black Maybach drove into the courtyard gate and whizzed past Yu Qingtang.

Wei Jiu gave her a contemptuous look from the lowered car window.

Unexpectedly, she didn't get a response, she pouted and raised the window.

Wei Twelve's soft little hands clasped at the car window, looked at the strange seventh sister through the shading film, and blinked curiously.

"Don't look at it." Wei Jiu took her back and pressed her into his arms, "My sister just came back from a trip in Italy two days ago and brought you delicious chocolate."

Wei Shishi clapped his hands and said, "I want to eat."

The speed of the car was faster than that of a person, Yu Qingtang was just behind Wei Jiu for a period of time at the normal speed, but when he was approaching the gate of the first floor of the main house, a figure suddenly came out of it, his face was pale and thin, and his figure seemed to have fallen in autumn. The dead branches swayed unsteadily.

The man held Fang Supa in his hand, covering his almost bloodless lips.

Yu Qingtang's pupils shrank slightly.

Wei Jiu hugged Wei Twelve and greeted the sick man with a smile: "Uncle Third."

The person who is called the third uncle is Yu Qingtang's biological father Wei Tingyu. Although Wei Tingyu is sick and weak, his smile is still warm and warm, like the spring breeze in March.

He rubbed Wei Twelve's soft little head, nodded and smiled, "Xiao Jiu and Twelve are back."

Not far away, Yu Qingtang lowered his eyes.

Wei Tingyu suddenly felt something, and looked in the direction of Yu Qingtang. When he saw the figure standing under the sun, a heavy emotion flashed in his eyes, and even the corners of his mouth were straightened, and his face was expressionless. looked back.

Wei Jiu: "Uncle Third, let's go first."

Wei Tingyu smiled and said, "Go."

Yu Qingtang raised her eyes again, walked towards the gate of Wei's house without looking sideways, stopped a few steps away from Wei Tingyu, and said in a low voice, "Third Master Wei."

Wei Tingyu made a barely audible hum, and passed her by with her hands behind her back, without looking back.

Yu Qingtang stood there for a while, the scorching sun made a drop of sweat on her forehead, she moved her fingers hanging by her side, as if she had just woken up from a dream, and walked into the gate of Wei's house.

Wei Tingyu and Yu Qingtang's mother, Yu Ci, were very affectionate and deeply affectionate. They were a romantic poet, calligrapher, and a talented female painter. The combination of the two equally talented and beautiful artists made a good story at that time. It is a pity that the good times did not last long, Yu Ci had a difficult childbirth, and passed away after giving birth to Yu Qingtang. Wei Tingyu lost his beloved wife and couldn't bear the illness. From then on, he never recovered. He never took a pen and did not write poetry again. Went to the studio, accompanied each day.

As for Yu Qingtang, the daughter who took his beloved wife's life in disguise, he didn't care, and he didn't want to care. When he saw her, he would think of his wife who could no longer appear in front of him and smiled tenderly towards him.

He could only ignore her. When Yu Qingtang was four or five years old, Wei Tingyu found that she looked more and more like his deceased wife, and more and more aroused his pain, so he was taken to the countryside to raise her, out of sight. net.

After living in the countryside for a year or two, Yu Qingtang's grandparents took her back to Sicheng and raised her as an adult.

…

It was only twenty minutes after Yu Qingtang came out of the Wei family's uncle's study.

The Wei family said that her marriage partner was ill and could not meet for the time being. She told her to take it easy. As long as the other party was in good health, they could arrange their marriage immediately. They also provided a few other candidates. Be prepared, as if letting her choose for herself.

For her marriage, the Wei family was very concerned for some reason. Except for Wei Tingyu, the other three uncles were present. Yu Qingtang sat down and let herself go. She said whatever she said, whether it was a bell or a king. Same.

Anyway, life is already like this, can it be worse?

Yu Qingtang stood at the door of the study, with a strong world-weariness flashing across his brows, and walked towards the door downstairs.

When he heard the conversation in front, Yu Qingtang adjusted his expression without emotional ups and downs, and walked out from the corner of the stairs.

At the same time, the conversation stopped abruptly, as if someone had pressed the stop button.

Several young ladies from the Wei family were sitting on the sofa, hugging the cat, and playing with the phone, ignoring Yu Qingtang collectively.

"Why did the mute come back?"

"What else can I do?" Wei Jiu stroked the cat in his arms and sneered, "It's crazy to want to get married."

"I heard that Young Master Cheng didn't agree to the marriage. The Cheng family said that Miss Cheng should be married. Do you think the dumb know about this?"

"Where does she know where to go?" Wei Ba put her index finger on her lips and made a shush gesture, revealing a hint of schadenfreude when she spoke, "Isn't it funny when she finds out that the object has changed after she gets married? I can't wait. Look at her wonderful expression."

Wei Jiubai glanced at her: "Come on, what kind of expression can her dead face have."

Wei Shi, who just turned sixteen this year and doesn't like to talk much, interjected in a low voice, "Is the Miss Cheng you're talking about the sister Cheng Zhanxi and Cheng?"

Wei Jiu licked the cat and said, "Do you know her?"

Wei Shi's cheeks flushed unnaturally, his voice became even lower, and he said, "Last time I went to a dinner party with my father, and I saw Sister Cheng once. She...is very beautiful and has a great temperament." It is seen as if it will glow.

Wei Jiu blurted out, "Isn't that cheap and dumb?" She put down her cat's hand, clasped her hands together, and prayed, "Please Miss Cheng repent of the marriage immediately, and my father and two uncles will find her a crooked melon and cracked jujube."

A pleasant and crisp laughter sounded in the living room.

***

Yu Jianxing casually said that Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang "will meet by fate", Cheng Zhanxi also believed in fate, but she did not expect fate to come so quickly.

One day in early September, Cheng Zhanxi came out of the exhibition hall after watching the stone statue exhibition, and took a leisurely walk home alone.

At this moment, a panic-stricken, sharp female voice suddenly came from behind—

"Catch the thief!"

Then Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder was smashed by a strong force. She reacted very quickly to hold on to the telephone pole to stabilize her figure. She saw a middle-aged woman panting on her knees behind her, and a man in a floral shirt was running fast in front of her. man.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't hesitate and chased after him.

"stop!"

Cheng Zhanxi has excellent physical fitness. He has tall legs and long legs. He takes a long way in one step. The man in the flower shirt is like a little chicken, and he can't outrun her at all.

He turned around as he ran, looked at the woman who was getting closer, and was very confused. A thin woman appeared in front of him, and the man in the flower shirt waved him away with his arms without even thinking about it.

"Get out of the way!"

Yu Qingtang's eyes flashed, and he fell to the side uncontrollably.

The next second, she fell into a soft and fragrant embrace.

The author has something to say:

Wei Jiu: I hope Miss Cheng regrets her marriage immediately!

Cheng Zhanxi: I'm sorry to disappoint you. I not only want to marry her, but also spoil her to the sky!

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