The Romance of a Young Painter

Speaking of this, Zhou Nianjiu couldn't refuse directly. He thought that if the accident started from the classmate reunion, it would be fine as long as he didn't bring Meng Meng to attend, not to mention that Meng Meng is not his girlfriend now, so he agreed. .

"Then it's settled, I'll call you when the time comes," Congratulations glanced at his watch, and said, "The person I'm waiting for is coming soon, go and pick her up first, we'll see you later."

"See you later." Zhou Nianjiu said.

Congratulations waved at him and went to the door. At this time, Shen Guangji, who had just entered the hall, brushed past Congratulations.

Congratulations vaguely remembered that this was a celebrity, he couldn't help but stop and turn around to confirm, and saw that the other party was walking in the direction of Zhou Nianjiu, and soon the two met, Zhou Nianjiu was talking to the other party.In congratulatory impressions, Zhou Nianjiu is not the kind of person who can talk to anyone. Looking at the situation now, he has a very close friendship with this public figure whose name he can't remember for a while, and the degree should be no less than that of Zhou Nianjiu. Fang Leye, who was in close contact with Zhou Nianjiu at that time, thought of the rumors about Zhou Nianjiu and Fang Leye in the department at that time, and Congratulations couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on his arms.

Zhou Nianjiu didn't know that the college classmate he met just now had imagined a bloody drama where gay lovers on campus parted ways after graduation, and one side climbed to a high branch to form a new love. He was talking to Shen Guangji about the relationship between group portrait composition and fugue music on the subway just now. Lenovo.

Shen Guangji said: "I looked at today's program list, and there happened to be related songs in the second half."

Zhou Nianjiu said: "That's great. After listening to it, I just tidy it up and see if I can use it."

Shen Guangji smiled and said, "It seems that you enjoy this subject very much."

Zhou Nianjiu said: "I never noticed that theoretical research can be so interesting."

"It's really enjoyable, right?" Shen Guangji reminded, "Don't let these distract your eyes, the most important thing is the world in the pen."

Zhou Nianjiu smiled and said, "Of course, there is nothing more interesting and important than painting."

That's right, it was such a natural and sure smile. Shen Guangji's gaze stayed for a while longer than usual, and then retracted before others noticed the strangeness. There was still a short time before leaving the scene, so he suggested going outside for a walk first.

The moon has already risen, and a curved line is shining on the water surface of the artificial lake, and the gentle evening wind blows the fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers in the alleys of Nancheng.Zhou Nianjiu looked at the closed old palace city on the opposite side of the street, and said: "My mother often mentioned this place, saying that it was the imperial capital of the Five Dynasties. Looking around, there are endless glazed tiles and countless imperial city crows."

"This is the case, especially when you go to Jingshan Beihai, the whole road is full of old trees and old alleys. Walking there is like talking with history across time and space," Shen Guangji said, "When I was young, my family was strictly controlled. , not allowed to go out easily, once I sneaked here by bus while the adults at home were away, and walked through the criss-crossing old streets like an adventure, and finally I was tired and hungry, so I went to a bakery on the edge of the second ring road The shop bought a bottle of Arctic Ocean and kidney bean cake for [-] cents."

Zhou Nianjiu asked suspiciously, "Kidney bean cake?"

"A kind of dim sum," Shen Guangji asked, "Have you been here for a few years, have you never eaten this?"

Zhou Nianjiu shook his head, he doesn't pay much attention to what he eats, and usually handles it casually.

Shen Guangji smiled and said: "This is easy to handle, that shop is still open, today is too late, I will take you to try it tomorrow?"

Zhou Nianjiu said: "Okay, I also want to see the old street you mentioned, and try the feeling of traveling through time and space."

Shen Guangji said: "You might as well stay with me today, and we'll go directly there tomorrow morning."

Zhou Nianjiu said, "Okay, I just want to talk about fugue tonight."

Shen Guangji smiled again, and said, "You really don't waste any time."

Zhou Nianjiu said: "Because we are made of time, the material that makes us is time."

Shen Guangji said: "It sounds like wasting time is another way of saying wasting life."

Zhou Nianjiu said: "It's Herbos. For a while, Fang Leye was fascinated by him. After listening to him a lot, he remembered it without realizing it."

Shen Guangji said: "So it was him, but these words reminded me of Frida."

Zhou Nianjiu said: "It's not surprising at all. Frida's self-excavation and Herbos' thinking about life have something in common. Coincidentally, they are both Latin Americans and born in the same era."

Shen Guangji said: "Perhaps after this project is over, we can try to interpret paintings from the perspective of literature."

Zhou Nianjiu said: "As a student who graduated from the Chinese Department, I have to remind the painter Shen Da, this is a deep pit, don't fall into it."

Shen Guangji smiled and said: "Isn't there still a vigilant fellow traveler like you, please give me a hand for that sake."

"Of course, I'm the one who once put my whole foot into a pit and got out of it. I'm afraid no one can do it better than me." Zhou Nianjiu didn't notice any other deep meaning in such a role, He said, "But as a fellow traveler, I have to remind you that we should go back, or we will have to wait for the second half of the concert."

On this spring night, the sound of the cello in the concert hall whispered in the ears of the listeners like a mellow whisper, while in the Shen family's old house in the east, Meng Meng answered Chen Jiahao's phone call.

"Meng Meng, you finally answered my call." Chen Jiahao said, he made several calls before and Meng Meng didn't answer, but this time he changed the number and finally heard the other party's voice.

"Young Master Chen should be on his honeymoon with his new wife. Is it appropriate to call me now?" Meng Meng casually flipped through the scores in front of her. They were some of the scores she was not satisfied with, and she was thinking about how to modify them.

Chen Jiahao said: "There are some things that I have to explain to you. It's about what happened back then."

Meng Mengdao: "The past is long gone, why explain?"

Chen Jiahao said: "Meng Meng, things are not as simple as you imagined. What happened back then, including you, including me, and Xiaozhu, we are just pawns played by some people on top of applause."

Meng Meng smiled noncommittally, and said: "I heard that Young Master Chen has just entered the Chen family this year, so he must have been blinded by the routines of the workplace, and everything he sees is conspiracy theories."

Chen Jiahao said: "Those are not my imaginations, they really happened, Meng Meng, you believe me."

Meng Mengdao: "Well, even if I believe you, but you are still entangled with Han Xiaozhu in the process of interacting with me, is this because others forced you to do it?"

Chen Jiahao was momentarily at a loss for words.

Meng Mengdao: "Chen Jiahao, since we have separated, don't talk about many things so as not to embarrass everyone. In the future, you will not call me again, and I won't answer it. That's it."

After finishing speaking, Meng Meng hung up the phone, and she clicked on a piece of music, which was "Save the Wind and Dust". Huadan's gorgeous singing was long and drawn out, but she couldn't help being upset.It stands to reason that Chen Jiahao is the only boyfriend she has ever dated, but whether it was the previous wedding or the phone call just now, she didn't feel the slightest throbbing in her heart, and she only vaguely remembered the relationship back then, according to her mother Shen Guangqing , her love in middle school started with a deception and ended with a betrayal, so after they separated, she was very depressed for a while, and when she looked back, she left this unpleasant experience behind.

Meng Meng rubbed her temples, she couldn't think about it anymore, her head hurt when she thought about it.The phone next to her rang again, she glanced at it casually, it was an unfamiliar number again, she answered it impatiently, and said, "I told you not to call again."

"It's me." A cold male voice sounded over there.

"Brother?" Meng Meng glanced at the caller ID uncertainly, and said, "Are you back?"

"Just got off the plane," Meng Xing said, "Who did you call just now?"

"It's Chen Jiahao," Meng Meng said, "I don't know what's going on with him lately, he keeps calling me. If I didn't answer him, he changed his number and called me. He also said that there were inside stories about what happened back then Yes, I don't understand, why is he digging out those old things even though he is already married, I really can't stand him. Brother, why do you think I fell in love with him back then?"

Meng Xing said, "What's the inside story?"

Meng Meng knew that her elder brother would not ask such a question casually, so she said weakly: "If there is any inside story, it is mostly the cheating man making excuses."

Meng Xing said: "Next time he wants to look for you again, you should ask clearly."

"Okay." Meng Meng said, "By the way, brother, how long will you stay this time, I live in an old house now, are you coming?"

"No," Meng Xing said, "I'll come back to do something, and I'll leave when I'm done."

Meng Meng snorted dissatisfiedly, and said, "Brother, you said how long we haven't seen each other, can't you take a little time out of your busy schedule to care about your dear sister?"

Meng Xing said, "That's why I made this call."

Meng Meng was speechless, and said, "Is it so difficult to see each other when you come back?"

Meng Xing said: "Let's talk about it, I'm renting a car, so let's not talk about it."

Meng Meng stared angrily at the mobile phone that had been hung up and beeped, and said, "Damn Bingtuozi, it's like this every time, you can come and go whenever you want...see if I don't bother you to death... ..." She clicked through a bunch of messages, and as expected, a message came back after a while: Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, the old place.

Meng Meng made a victory gesture.

Meng Xing stuffed his phone back into his pocket. The car at the dealership was ready. He took the key and drove the car onto the airport expressway. There were still a lot of cars on the road at this time of day. He wasn't driving too fast. Regardless of the time, he would never miss the person he was going to meet today.