Mr. Zhang is about to be dumped

The cell phone on the coffee table rang for a while, but no one answered it.The caller was persistent, and after ringing three times, Zhou Rongyan put down her paintbrush, went to the coffee table and picked up the phone.

"Rong Rong, for the sake of being at the same table in high school, don't hang up the phone yet, okay?"

"..."

Every time Xu Diandian used her high school deskmate as an opening remark, Zhou Rongyan knew that she was determined to help herself.

"My uncle really, really likes your... paintings." Xu Diandian said, "Just sell him one."

Zhou Rongyan became famous late, and only emerged at 23:[-], but because the paintings are all hyper-realistic oil paintings, people have a lot of controversy about this.

But she is too lazy to pursue fame, she just wants to paint day after day.

Or maybe it was God showing the way, after several years of painting like this, when even she herself was about to hate these extremely realistic oil paintings, she had an epiphany.Afterwards, he changed his painting style from the past, integrated the painting techniques he had learned, and formed his own more distinctive personal style. Several oil paintings he created won awards one after another, and he soon became a new star in the painting world, not like before. , only making small noises on the Internet.

There are many awards, the reputation is also passed on, and there are various invitations that follow. She hates a busy life.

Now even her high school classmates and best friends who have been with her for more than ten years are bothering her, which makes her very tired.

Zhou Rongyan's famous work "Smelting Dreams" and subsequent paintings "Tomb of the Poet", "Mountain Green", and "Extravagant" were all sold at high prices, and they exchanged a shelter in a bustling city.She needs inspiration, there is no new work within a year, no one understands her despair, people only pay attention to whether she is exhausted.

"I really didn't draw..." she sighed.

"Then you just draw a picture." Xu Diandian said: "In high school, if you were too slow to draw a picture, you would finish it in a month. He has been in poor health, his only hobby in his life, collecting favorite paintings, he is not too young now, because no one wants to buy those paintings with him, two daughters-in-law ran away, and it looks pitiful alone , every time I see him, and see him in that frayed shirt, it makes me sick."

"Rongrong, Yanyan, Xiaoyanyan... help me."

Since ancient times, strong girls were afraid of pestering their husbands, and Zhou Rongyan couldn't stand Xu Diandian acting like a baby, so she said she would try it.

After hanging up the phone, I went back to the easel to look at the painting that was half painted but couldn't be finished, so I simply gave up.

Forcing herself to draw will not lead to any good results. She can’t count how many finished pieces she has cut this year. Although these are money and RMB, they are just rags before the world finds out. Rags stained with paint.

Cutting pictures is also a helpless move, Zhou Rongyan is too strict with herself and often pushes herself to a dead end.

It's time to rest.

A few days later there will be a grand oil painting exhibition, Zhou Rongyan plans to go and see it.At this time, she took out the invitation letter that she had placed under the coffee table, tore off the sealant, and glanced at the time, place and precautions.

Then pack up and go shopping.

She wants to wear a beautiful dress, treat herself as an ordinary audience watching the exhibition, and observe these oil paintings from the perspective of ordinary people.

Maybe that would be a lot easier.

……

On the day of the art exhibition, Zhou Rongyan came to the Municipal Art Museum early, wearing a newly bought skirt, looking comfortable and relaxed.

In recent years, people's appreciation level has improved, and there are many people who pursue literature and art. The art exhibition has attracted many tourists.

Zhou Rongyan stopped in front of a realistic oil painting collected by the art museum.

This painting was made by a senior she had always admired. The huge oil painting is a bust of a girl, with delicate brushstrokes, as if she could feel the temperature of her skin.Enlarged photos can of course fully restore portraits, but oil paintings are extraordinarily real.Every detail in the painting has been highly restored, and the pimples on the forehead have not been let go. When a painting is completed, it has its own life.

"Teacher Lian Cheng's brushwork is very delicate, isn't it?" A gentle and pleasant male voice sounded next to his ear, Zhou Rongyan turned her head and saw a man dressed in a gentle manner.He looks like he is in his thirties, and his suit is decent, but it doesn't make people feel distanced, and he looks very gentle.

Zhou Rongyan smiled politely: "Yes."

"Miss Zhou, I finally found you. Hello, I'm from Wusi." The man stretched out his right hand and said.

"You know me?" Zhou Rongyan asked.

Although her paintings have a high exposure rate, she is low-key and never shares her photos on social software, giving people a very mysterious impression.

The Wusi man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled meaningfully: "I have known Miss Zhou for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

Afterwards, the Wusi people followed Zhou Rongyan, and they could chat with each other whenever they came across any paintings.

At noon, he proposed to invite Zhou Rongyan to have dinner. Since the restaurant is nearby, he can come back as soon as possible after eating.

The two went to the restaurant.

Wusi behaved like a gentleman in every way, Zhou Rongyan had a good first impression of him.

She is no longer young this year, she has been single for a long time, and almost forgot how to get along with the opposite sex.She didn't think she would be tempted by anyone, although she liked romance when she was a teenager.Cupid's blood stained the white roses red, so she also likes to paint different roses. She waited for someone in the dark. After waiting for almost 30 years, she still kept the heart of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

While chatting, Zhou Rongyan felt the eyes of the Wusi people on her face, and Zhou Rongyan looked at him several times.

The Wusi man smiled and said: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not that kind of person, but... I suspect that the information on the Internet has deceived me."

"Ok?"

"It is said on the Internet that you were 27 years old when you painted "Aphrodite", but three years have passed, and you look like 20 years old."

These online materials are really annoying, as if people all over the country know her age.Most girls who have reached a certain age like to be praised for being young, even if the other party is polite, it is also pleasing.

Wusi is knowledgeable but also very humorous. When chatting with him, he never feels cold.

After eating, Zhou Rongyan said that she was going to go to the bathroom, and sat for a while when she came back.

Half of the drink in front of her was left, and Zhou Rongyan, who was not used to wasting food, was drinking while listening to the Wusi people.

"After visiting the art exhibition, can I take you home?" he asked.

"A friend picked me up." Zhou Rongyan made up an excuse to evade.

"Boyfriend?"

"No." Zhou Rongyan shook her head, "I don't have a boyfriend."

She asked in the silence of the Wusi people: "What about you?"

"I don't have a boyfriend either."

Zhou Rongyan laughed, feeling the Wusi people's deliberate evasion, thinking, it's unscientific for such a high-quality man to not have a girlfriend, maybe he is already married and has children, pretending to be single to deceive little girls everywhere.

It's a pity that she is no longer a little girl.

When paying the bill, Zhou Rongyan insisted on paying her share, but when she lowered her head to look for her wallet, she suddenly felt dizzy.It was also difficult to stand up, and the surrounding scene began to blur.

She felt herself falling into an embrace, and the Wusi people didn't know whether to say to herself or the waiter: "Are you uncomfortable? I'll take you home."

She wanted to open her mouth to stop the waiter and ask him to call an ambulance for her. She should not fall into the hands of this man of unknown origin. She felt that she had fallen into a huge trap. This man approached her with evil intentions.

But she couldn't speak at all, so she could only be taken away by the man and dragged into the car he had parked at the entrance of the restaurant a long time ago.It wasn't until she was locked in the car that Zhou Rongyan woke up. It turned out that he had already made all the preparations. She pulled out her mobile phone with strength, and the Wusi man in the driver's seat snatched her mobile phone and threw it in his own. Under her feet, Zhou Rongyan didn't even have the strength to question her.

She quickly lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I didn't know how long it had been.

The surroundings were very dark, the skirt on her body was wet, and it was very cold. She found that she was lying on the ground, and in the process of sitting up, she didn't know what she had pressed, when suddenly there was a series of crackling sounds.

"Mother."

"Mother."

In the dim environment, the doll's two big eyes glowed red, so the sound came from it.This kind of thing will leave a psychological shadow on the child, Zhou Rongyan thought, under the red light, she saw that the dolls were all piled up near the doll.

But she still didn't know where she was.She didn't have a mobile phone on her body, and she wasn't sure whether it was water or something that wet her body, and she didn't dare to think about it. She fumbled to find the door of the room, and finally she found a handle.

After opening it, she saw the light, in front of her was a window, in which was her favorite rose, among the roses was a wedding photo of a woman, under the light in the window, the woman's face was pale and frightened.She stared at Zhou Rongyan, raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, her face was blurred at first, until it gradually became clear, Zhou Rongyan remembered who she was, she closed the cabinet door and screamed, hugging her head in pain.

The dolls around lit up their eyes one by one, calling mom, mom in various voices.The woman's pale face filled her mind, and she had nowhere to escape.

The door of the real room was opened, and the lights came on, and Zhou Rongyan realized that what she opened was the closet.The surrounding area seems to be a cold and damp basement. The dolls piled up in the corners seem to be styles from more than ten years ago. The baby carriages, cribs and a lot of baby products next to them are piled up on the ground. I don’t know how long they have been there.The Wusi people looked at her no longer with admiration or fascination, he grabbed Zhou Rongyan's arm and led her to the edge of the chair.

Zhou Rongyan struggled violently, she screamed, hoping that a neighbor could hear her.The room had no windows, and she didn't even know if it was day or night.Her strength was very small, and she was quickly tied to a chair by the Wuss and carried to the center of the room.

"I've been looking for you for a long time." The Wusi man stretched out his hand, peeled off Zhou Rongyan's hair covering her face, and gently pinned it behind her ear, and said softly: "What about you, have you ever thought about seeing me all these years? "