There is a sick beauty in my family

In the afternoon, Su Jiaoruo shut himself in the studio and kept painting.I couldn't even hold the pen steadily, but I still refused to stop.

The next day, just after dawn, Su Jiaoruo went to the studio again.

At the beginning, the gauze on the hand was still red with the oozing blood.After that, the wound stopped bleeding.

Like all the rich daughters, Su Jiaoruo learned to play the piano, learn to paint, learn to dance, and learn various talents since elementary school.Later, because of being kidnapped, he learned karate.

When Su Jiaoruo was very young, he was very keen on painting. His childhood dream was to become a painter and open his own solo exhibition.

Su Jiaoruo's painting style is melancholic and eccentric, forming a unique style.

That year, Su Jiaoruo held his first art exhibition in Shanghai.It's not a painting exhibition based on money, but a bright future drawn by myself stroke by stroke.

In the studio, Su Jiaoruo, dressed in white home clothes, sat in front of the drawing board.Holding a paintbrush dipped in yellow paint in his hand, the tip of the pen fell on the snow-white canvas.

The white fingers with well-defined knuckles are stained with a little paint, forming a great color contrast.

A head of long hair hanging down like a waterfall, draped lazily over his thin shoulders.A pure and innocent beautiful face without makeup, and the dark pupils are full of depression.

She looks like a lifeless porcelain doll without a soul.

Moments later, the white canvas reveals a field of golden sunflowers enveloped by bouquets of orange dusk.However, in this warm-toned and exciting picture, a black creek was born in vain, across the river and flowing directly in front of the entire field of sunflowers.

It is said that paintings can reflect the painter's inner voice, but this is the truth.

Like a puppet without a soul, Su Jiaoruo kept painting mechanically.The whole studio is filled with easels, one next to the other, with a certain distance.

The studio was ajar, and there were two tall and beautiful women standing at the door.

A naturally sexy stunner, glamorous and moving.One was slightly heroic, with an arrogance that was naturally not easy to provoke.

"This... How long has it been since you painted this?" Qin Shuyi in a black windbreaker folded his arms habitually, turning his head to glance at the woman standing beside him.

Meng Manni was wearing an off-white suit, her big curly hair was loosely scattered on her back, and her face was painted with delicate light makeup, but it still couldn't conceal the tiredness on her face.

He hurried back after finishing the urgent business in the company.

"From yesterday afternoon to now." Meng Manni's expression was solemn, her gaze fell on Su Jiaoruo's body through the gap in the door.

With worried looks in his eyes, he deliberately lowered his volume.

"Hasn't it been a long time since the painting exhibition caught fire?" Qin Shuyi frowned slightly, and said, "Why did you suddenly start painting again?"

Last summer, the Beijing Art Exhibition, which had been in preparation for nearly two years, suddenly encountered a fire in the exhibition hall.Before the paintings could be exhibited, the painstakingly painstaking paintings were ruthlessly burned by the fire overnight and turned into ashes.

This fire also destroyed Su Jiaoruo's hard work.

Therefore, Su Jiaoruo's depression broke out again.At that time, Su Jiaoruo was in his second year of graduate school, so he had to take a break from school for half a year to rest at home.

Back and forth, after taking antidepressant drugs for a whole year, plus regular psychotherapy, the condition was finally stabilized.

I have been taking the medicine until June of this year, and it was not until the dosage was gradually reduced that I was able to completely stop the medicine.

"I'm not too sure." Meng Manni shook her head lightly.

"What did Doctor Zhou say?" Qin Shuyi asked, frowning slightly.

"Retreat." Meng Manni's red lips moved, and then added, "Keep taking medicine and doing psychological counseling."

"By the way, that guy surnamed Mu, what are you going to do with it?" Qin Shuyi suddenly said such a sentence, and his face suddenly sank.

Qin Shu also naturally knew the cause and effect of the whole plan, but only later.Qin Shu was also very unhappy about this, and found Su Jiaoruo and lost his temper.

But things have come to this point, and Qin Shuyi naturally cannot change.

"......" Meng Manni didn't expect Qin Shuyi to ask such a question suddenly, so she didn't respond for a while.

"What's the matter? Feelings are coming out on the bed, can't you be ruthless?" Qin Shuyi's face became more and more ugly, and she couldn't help joking.

"Qin Shuyi!" Meng Manni turned her head slowly, and asked coldly, "In your eyes, I am such a person, right?"

"...I'm sorry, that's not what I meant." Qin Shuyi also felt that he said this too much, but when he thought about the relationship between these two people, he felt very upset.

Don't hit one place when you are angry.

"I have an appointment with her, tonight." Meng Manni slowly turned her head away, and cast her eyes on Su Jiaoruo's back again.

"I'll go with you." Qin Shuyi said with affirmative tone.

"No need." Meng Manni bluntly refused, "I can handle it by myself."

"I'll drive you by car." Qin Shu was also a little reluctant, and settled for the next best thing.

"Okay then." Meng Manni paused and agreed.

***

Near the outskirts of the city, there is a cemetery.

In the evening, the surrounding light was very dark, accompanied by heavy rain.

Su Jiaoruo, who was wearing a black windbreaker, stood in front of a tombstone, holding a large bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her arms.

A little rain fell on the chrysanthemum, and the petals were wet by the rain, revealing the rain.

The black-and-white photo on the tombstone is particularly eye-catching. In the photo, the beautiful little girl wears two braids and her big round eyes look like stars in the sky.

Such a cute and juicy little girl, but her life is always fixed at the age of seven.

All of these were deeply imprinted in Su Jiaoruo's heart, and became an abyss that Su Jiaoruo could never cross.

Su Jiaoruo stood in front of the tombstone for nearly an hour, her eyes fixed on the tombstone quietly.

The maid beside her was wearing a black uniform, holding a black umbrella in her hand, and deliberately tilted the umbrella towards her eldest lady.

The raindrops fell on the black umbrella "pattapatta", forming traces of crystal rain lines around the umbrella.

"Jia Hua, I'm here to see you." After a long time, Su Jiaoruo wriggled her chapped lips, looked at the tombstone and said.

He stepped forward, bent down, and placed the white chrysanthemum in his arms in front of the tomb.

Then, he slowly straightened up and stood upright in front of the tombstone.

"Give me the things." Su Jiaoruo turned sideways and stretched out her hand towards the maid.

"Yes, miss." The maid replied, and hurriedly handed over the black portfolio she was holding.

"Go back to the car and wait for me first." Su Jiaoruo took the portfolio, and said coldly to the maid beside her.

"Miss, this..." The maid hesitated to speak, in a dilemma.

On the one hand, he obeyed the second lady's order and did not dare to leave the eldest lady's side, on the other hand, he dared not disobey the eldest lady's order.

"Why? Don't you understand what I said?" Su Jiaoruo's face darkened, and she frowned and asked back.

"No, no." The maid shook her head repeatedly and replied in a low voice.

"Then get out!" Su Jiaoruo suddenly raised her voice a little, and scolded the maid.

"Yes." The maid hurriedly lowered her head and said obediently.

The sky is gloomy, and the rain like splashing water keeps watering everything on the earth and moistening the soil.

"Jia Hua, you said that this person is dead, so you don't have any troubles, and you are completely relieved." Su Jiaoruo knelt down slowly, and stretched out her hand to caress the tombstone.

"I really can't hold it anymore."

Memories of when I was seven years old, the scene of being kidnapped by gangsters, and the words that Fang Jiahua, who was dying, said to himself before he died came back to my mind.

"Ruoruo, I can't live anymore. You must live on for me, and you will become the best painter."

This sentence is like a magic spell, which has been restraining Su Jiaoruo, making Su Jiaoruo not dare to commit suicide.Whenever depression strikes and the pain is so painful that he wants to end his life, Fang Jiahua's words will pop out of his mind.

All the time, reminding Su Jiaoruo over and over again, telling Su Jiaoruo to live well.

Su Jiaoruo lowered his eyes, opened the portfolio in his hand, took out a stack of his own drawings from the portfolio, and took out a lighter from his coat pocket.

Lean the handle of the umbrella against your shoulder, and press it with your head tilted.

With a lighter in one hand and a sketch in the other, he tried to ignite the stack of sketches.

Rainwater poured on the drawing from time to time. Although the lighter was windproof, the drawing that was wet with water could not be ignited no matter what.

Tried several times, but still failed to ignite the drawing.

Su Jiaoruo looked at the stack of sketches in front of him, and his emotions were once again on the verge of collapse.

Angrily, he threw the umbrella on the ground, sat down in front of the tombstone, and cried with his head in his arms.

Her shoulders trembled slightly from sobbing from time to time, letting the raindrops keep falling on her body.

Su Jiaoruo suddenly felt very cold and shivered all over.He couldn't help but hugged his arms tightly, but it still didn't relieve him in the slightest.

At the entrance of the cemetery, Su Mian anxiously stood beside the car door holding an umbrella, and looked up at the cemetery from time to time.

Suddenly, a figure holding an umbrella ran into his eyes, and was rushing towards the entrance of the cemetery.

Su Mian saw the figure, stepped on her high-heeled shoes and stepped forward, letting the mud splash on her trouser legs.

Seeing this, the maid stopped quickly, and then slightly bowed to her second lady, "Second Miss."

"Where is my sister? Why did you come back alone?"

"Miss, she asked me to come back first, and said she wanted to stay alone for a while."

"If she tells you to go, just go, you're a no-brainer!" Su Mian was so angry that she swears and tried to hold back her temper.

"Why do you usually tell you that you can't leave my sister alone! If something happens to my sister, I can't spare you!"

"But, Second Miss..." The maid lowered her head, in a dilemma.

When Su Mian rushed to the cemetery in a hurry, the scene in front of her was so frightening that Su Mian took a long time to recover.

Throwing away the umbrella in his hand, he hurried forward and hugged Su Jiaoruo who had fainted on the ground.

It took a long time for Su Mian to cry.

"Sister, wake up!" Su Mian was sobbing, hugging her own sister tightly in her arms.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

The rain kept falling on the two people in front of the tombstone, without stopping for a moment.