Solstice Secrets

Xiao Hui is much older than Xiao Mian and the others, so his physical strength is naturally not as good.He held on until now, and fell into a drowsy sleep as soon as he got in the car.The catheter inserted into the arm protruded a length of one or two centimeters from the wound, and the pus and blood accumulated in the body dripped down the nozzle. When the car drove back to the living area of ​​Nanshan Middle School, the hair on its arm had already It was soaked wet.

When Ling Dongzhi got into the car, he dragged a few paper towels and put them under Xiao Hui's arms. Now it was mostly wet, so Ling Dongzhi changed a few papers and carefully picked it up.Xiao Hui has been sleeping since getting in the car, his arms and legs are limp.Xiao Maoer and the servant followed behind him, walking lightly, as if afraid of alarming Xiao Hui.

Xiao Hui slept for two whole days.

Ling Dongzhi knows that it likes to be clean, and the first thing it does when it comes back from get off work every day is to wipe its paw that was stained by the pus and blood dripping from the catheter with an alcohol cotton ball.The thick dirty blood slowly turned into a yellowish liquid, and the frequency of dripping became slower and slower.The swollen forelimbs began to slowly subside, but Xiao Hui still looked weak, and after waking up, he was still listless, as if he didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone eat.The fish that Ling Dongzhi prepared for it were all cheap, Xiao Mian and his servants who came to Cengfan in the name of visiting the sick.

Ling Dongzhi patted Xiao Hui's head guiltily, "I wanted to ask for leave, but I couldn't."

The servant asked him curiously, "Why?"

"Because tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the art exhibition," Ling Dongzhi explained: "This is a big event for the school, so we all have to go." He wanted to ask for leave, but unexpectedly, he was dismissed by the principal with this reason.

"I like the winter solstice paintings the most." Xiaomin squinted his eyes and licked his mouth greedily. "There are crabs in his paintings, as well as fresh big fish."

Ling Dongzhi didn't know how to explain to it that it was just a still life sketch.

The servant looked at him, with a drooling expression on his fat face, "Is there a big fish in the painting in the exhibition?"

Ling Dongzhi couldn't laugh or cry, "You two just ate such a big yellow croaker, so you won't be hungry so soon?"

The two little guys hehehe embarrassedly.

Xiao Hui leaned lazily on the cushion, and snorted as if looking down on these two.

Ling Dongzhi patted the two dingy little guys, comforted them and said, "I'll buy fish tomorrow. Xiaohui also needs more nutrition."

The servant flicked his tail and raised his head to look at him pitifully, "Then...do we have a share?"

Ling Dongzhi smiled, "Whoever sees it has a share."

Xiao Mian'er cheered, rushed over and twisted into a ball with the servant.

Xiao Hui huddled under Ling Dongzhi's palm, and also laughed loudly.

The next day, the midwinter solstice arrived at the art museum early, and the opening ceremony was arranged at nine o'clock. They, members of the working group, had to supervise the staff to make final preparations, clean up and help the workers move the bonsai that had just been brought in early in the morning. Each exhibition hall.A temporary podium has been set up in the foyer, and Lu Xing is leading two people to arrange a small pot and a small plate of Christmas red around the podium to form a suitable pattern.

No matter what kind of activity, before the start, the metropolis will invite high-ranking leaders to give speeches to show solemnity.Ling Dongzhi feels that from a functional point of view, this is a completely redundant step.But there are so many sponsors waiting to show their faces, and people can't agree to skip this step.

The guests entered the arena one after another, Ling Dongzhi looked on coldly, and sure enough there were a few masters who he didn't like no matter what, but he still couldn't avoid them.For example, the bald head of the Provincial Painting Association who is known as a great calligrapher and laughs lewdly every time he sees him, for example the two brothers surnamed Tu, for example Zheng Ci standing beside the two brothers...

The front hall of the art museum is not big, and it is impossible for these people to lose sight of themselves at such a close distance.Now that there is no way to hide, Ling Dongzhi broke his jar and stood alone in the team of young painters to meet the scrutiny, anger or scorching eyes of these people, while smiling at the scanning camera while comforting himself with Ling Ma’s example of selling fried stinky tofu at a stall.

The curator of the art museum was the first to speak on the stage, then the respected Mr. Shen, and finally the representative of the entrepreneur gave a speech.Ling Dongzhi looked around boredly, and suddenly saw a familiar face in the crowd, and couldn't help being greatly surprised.For a long time, he had only seen disgusting faces. In such a comparison, Zhuang Zhou's face looked too pleasing to the eye.

Zhuang Zhou nodded slightly with a smile, made a mouth shape and asked him: Where's yours?

Ling Dongzhi knew that what he was asking about was his work, so he signaled with his eyes: "The exhibition hall here."

Zhuang Zhou nodded: I'll have a look later.

Ling Dongzhi suddenly felt that this way of communication was a bit naive, like two children.But I was a little happy in my heart, and felt that the boring opening ceremony was not so unbearable.

After recovering, I found that the plot of taking turns to speak had progressed to the part of the entrepreneur's representative, and the man in a neat suit who spoke on stage was actually Tu Shengbei.

Clothes beasts.

Ling Dongzhi murmured angrily in his heart.He has never met this person face to face, and he may not even recognize himself, but he let a few hooligans break into their school and smashed the studio where he was teaching.This incident caused quite a stir at the time, because a few hooligans yelled for Ling Dongzhi as soon as they showed up, so almost the whole school knew that Ling Dongzhi had caused this trouble.The school originally wanted to punish him, but fortunately the head of the department intervened, and by coincidence, one of Ling Dongzhi's works won a gold medal in the province, otherwise Ling Dongzhi's graduation certificate would have been in jeopardy.

Ling Dongzhi has hated the Tu family since then.He thinks it's nothing for a man to stand up for his younger brother, but can he figure things out before he stands up?What Ling Dongzhi hated was his attitude, he felt that Tu Shengbei didn't care if his decision hurt someone by mistake, what he cared about was someone hurting the Tu family's face, not what the truth was.

The man's character is like that of a bandit.Unreasonable, and ignoring reason, even he thinks he is reason.But Ling Dongzhi is a child who grew up in the system, and his education made him instinctively dislike such lawless and arrogant people like the Tu family brothers.

Tu Shengbei's voice was cold, with the clear flavor unique to young people.Perhaps it was to deliberately create momentum, he spoke very slowly, and every sentence seemed to have been carefully considered.Perhaps this person has such a habit, but Ling Dongzhi still feels that he is pretending to be mature.

Perhaps, people who are not pleasing to the eye will not be pleasing to the eye no matter how they look at it.

As soon as Zhuang Zhou entered the Binhai Pavilion, he saw the pair of "New Year" hanging on the wall in the middle of the pavilion.At that time, he didn't know that it was Ling Dongzhi's work, and he didn't have time to figure out whose work it was.Because at the first sight of it, Zhuang Zhou was deeply attracted.

The courtyard covered with firecracker crumbs, the villagers dancing red silk on stilts, and the crowded and laughing spectators all created a festive New Year scene.Zhuang Zhou couldn't help smiling along with the people on the screen, and he even had an illusion, as if he could melt into this group of cheerful crowd by taking a few steps closer.Even the noise from the crowd and the slightly choking smell of firecrackers in the air are extremely distinct.

Zhuang Zhou felt that he had stepped into a dream that he had never experienced before.

Full of joy, can not be their own.