Do not hesitate

Chapter 34

Xiang Qiantong received a call from Gu Qing early in the morning.

"Have a cold?" Gu Qing asked, today Xiang Qiantong's voice was very nasal, but very magnetic.

"A little bit." Xiang Qiantong sniffled, propped herself up and rubbed the space between her brows and replied.

"I made an appointment with you to go to the art exhibition today, can you still go?" Gu Qing asked.

Xiang Qiantong seemed to be awakened suddenly, and patted her forehead lightly.Recalling that last week, Gu Qing happily took out two tickets to introduce to her the content of the art exhibition, as well as her favorite British writers.Xiang Qiantong knew that if it wasn't because she was born in Gu's family, she couldn't choose a future path, and the career she chose must be related to art rather than finance.

Although such a family is envied and envied by many people.But Xiang Qiantong knew that whether it was Si Luochen or Gu Qing, there were others who could easily do things that they couldn't.

For example, career, relationship.

Seeing that Gu Qing was so happy, Xiang Qiantong agreed to accompany her to the art exhibition.

At this moment, she actually completely forgot!

"Sorry, I forgot. Wait for me for a while, and I'll find you after I pack up." He got up from the bed while talking.

"I've already arrived downstairs, should I go up to find you or wait for you downstairs?" Gu Qing asked again.

"Come on, you have the key anyway, I'll hang up first."

Yesterday, Xiang Qiantong drank until very late and went to bed very late. At the moment, he is still a little hungover and very dizzy.It takes only a few steps to go to the bathroom, and you have to lean on the wall.

The door of the apartment was opened by Gu Qing, she was carrying a takeaway in her hand, she frowned slightly as soon as she entered the door, and covered her nose with her hands.For a moment, Gu Qing thought he had gone to the wrong room, so he took two steps back, looked at the door plate, and made sure it was Xiang Qiantong's room before he dared to enter.

If you didn't know that Xiang Qiantong has no friends in the UK, you would have thought that there was a theme party last night!Xiang Qiantong's room, which has always been clean, turned out to be so messy, Gu Qing sighed softly.

Pull the curtains back, open the windows all the way, and a gust of clear air pours in.

He put his bag on the sofa casually, took off his coat, rolled up his shirt cuffs and walked into the bedroom. He also opened the curtains and windows, and tidied up briefly.

Xiang Qiantong, who came out of the bathroom with a lot of energy, saw that Gu Qing was helping her clean the room, so she hurried forward to stop her: "I'll do it myself, the room is a bit messy."

"A bit messy?" Gu Qing clapped his hands, returned to the living room and said, "I'm starting to doubt your mental state now, Doctor Xiang."

Xiang Qiantong: "..."

"Later, I'll ask someone to clean it up. It's no wonder that you don't get sick in such an environment." Seeing that he was still in a hangover, Xiang Qiantong shook his head and sighed: "Qiantong, if England is not your ideal place, then Go where you like, it's not good for anyone."

Xiang Qiantong lowered her head and said after a while, "I know, I won't do it next time."

Gu Qing didn't continue on this topic, put the breakfast on the table, and said with a smile: "Can we eat?"

Xiang Qiantong looked at her favorite breakfast in front of her, and said with shame: "Fortunately, you are here."

Gu Qingxin said: Each other.

After breakfast, the two walked out of the apartment to the British Royal Oil Painting Exhibition together.

"I heard that there are works by Edward Burne-Jones in this exhibition. I have always liked him." Gu Qing chatted while driving the car.

Xiang Qiantong didn't understand these arts, so while listening to the introduction, she saw the works of celebrities that Gu Qing mentioned, and responded: "He is quite good at drawing women. I think his works are all women."

Gu Qing pursed his lips with a smile: "His painting style incorporates the medieval style of the Pre-Raphaelites. The figures in his brush have a sense of sharpness and three-dimensionality, as well as the rigorous composition of classicism and the rhythm of aestheticism. . His favorite paintings are noble women and angels."

"The painting is really good, but I can't understand it." Xiang Qiantong responded with a smile.

Seeing that Xiang Qiantong was interested, Gu Qing introduced her while driving, and at the same time expressed her views on art.She likes Van Gogh, Latour, Picasso and Chagall.Xiang Qiantong has only heard one or two names of these people, and I don't know when and which country they are from.Seeing Gu Qing talking happily, Xiang Qiantong just listened quietly.This is a habit of working as a psychiatrist for many years. Every patient will regard the psychiatrist as a confidant, talking about those dark, cold, and ruthless thoughts.What may seem dull and ordinary to some people is wonderful to them.

What's more, what Gu Qing said was something she had never been involved in, and she was also very curious about it.So this short distance passed very quickly during the communication.

The car stopped at the entrance of the art exhibition, and followed the crowd into the art exhibition one by one.Looking around, Xiang Qiantong found that the environment makes a person. Once you enter this place, it is like entering the palace of art. The vivid oil paintings around are eye-catching.Even if she doesn't understand art, she seems to have comprehended some artistic realms when facing each good work.

There were many people in the art exhibition, and it was very quiet. Everyone whispered about their favorite works, and Xiang Qiantong was alone with the manual, and followed the guidance to appreciate it.Gu Qing had already gone to the exhibition hall of the artist she liked, but was nowhere to be seen.

"Xiang Qiantong!"

A woman's voice echoed in Xiang Qiantong's ears. Because the environment was too quiet, even a slightly louder voice was very harsh, which attracted dissatisfied eyes from many people. Following the sound, Xiang Qiantong turned around for a moment. .

Is the world too small, or fate too big?Looking at the lady-like woman in front of her, she couldn't help pursing her mouth, showing a happy smile, approached and greeted softly: "Lu Hui, what a coincidence!"

"Yeah! What a coincidence! This is England! I met you unexpectedly, why are you here?" Lu Hui looked left and right while talking, as if looking for someone else, but after looking for a long time, except Xiang Qiantong Other than that, I didn't catch any familiar figures anymore, and asked puzzledly: "I didn't expect you to like oil painting, can't you see it!"

Xiang Qiantong responded ashamedly: "Come with my friends, I am currently working here." After so many years, I have never been used to Lu Hui's enthusiasm and fast-paced articulation.

"Friend? Luochen, or Shaoke?" Lu Hui thought for a while and felt wrong, and said, "Luochen likes art but doesn't like oil paintings. Shaoke...how could he like things other than Sherlock Holmes? Or...you Boy friend?"

Xiang Qiantong didn't know how to answer the continuous questions.

"Why are you here?" Xiang Qiantong asked with a smile, bypassing her question.

"My husband thinks that I'm not artistic enough, so I came here to nurture it, and I met you unexpectedly." Hehe laughed.

Xiang Qiantong just smiled and said nothing.

"Qiantong?"

Gu Qing heard someone calling Xiang Qiantong's name in the next hall, so she came over out of curiosity.Although Gu Qing called "Qiantong", his eyes fell on this woman who was walking on high heels and half a head shorter than Xiang Qiantong.

After hearing the sound, Xiang Qiantong turned around, feeling relieved, and introduced: "Gu Qing, this is Lu Hui, my college classmate, who is currently living here."

He then introduced to Lu Hui: "This is my friend, Gu Qing."

Lu Hui stared at her big eyes, and looked at the woman in front of her. She had short hair in a windbreaker, and a palm-sized face with sharp edges and corners. She was simply a heroic beauty!Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand: "Hello, Miss Gu."

Gu Qing responded with a smile: "Hello, Miss Lu."

Xiang Qiantong knew that if it wasn't for Gu Qing's existence, with Lu Hui's character, she would have dragged her away immediately.Not wanting to spoil Gu Qing's interest, she took the initiative to write down the phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to Lu Hui, "Let's get in touch one day, don't come here for nothing today, and give your husband an explanation."

Lu Hui took the phone and bid farewell to Gu Qing, and followed the guidance to appreciate it.Gu Qing also continued the appreciation route just now.

Xiang Qiantong followed the guidance of the album, admiring the exhibition halls one by one, until he stopped in front of a one-person-high oil painting.

Looking at the painting in front of me, I don't understand. The woman got out of a tree, and she hugged the man tightly naked. The man's eyes were a little frightened, but the woman looked at him longingly.

Seeing the introduction on the side, I know that this is the work of Gu Qing's favorite author, Edward Burne-Jones.

"This is a Greek story." A man's voice appeared behind Xiang Qiantong, deep and magnetic.

As the sound fell, Qiantong turned around, and saw a middle-aged man in a suit with a straight face and a cold face. There was a long scar under his right eye that was cut by a knife, and he was staring at the painting intently.He continued: "Jones adopted the Greek legend that Queen 'Phelis' of the Isle of Tres fell in love with 'Demophoron', king of Milos who was passing by. Appeared as promised, Phyllis committed suicide in the end."

"suicide?"

Xiang Qiantong stopped staring at the man, and also looked at the painting.Looking back on those poignant love stories, they were all extolled by later generations because they died for love.These stories can't help but make Xiang Qiantong think, are the ancients too fragile, or... the people of today, too ruthless?

"Well. Then Athena turned her into an almond tree. Later, Demophoon returned to Tres Island, and he hugged the almond tree to express his miss. Unexpectedly, it suddenly bloomed in full bloom..." The man looked at this A painting, faint way.

"But I saw a trace of fear from Demophoron's expression." Although he didn't know who this man was, Xiang Qiantong still asked the question.

"Because there is another painting, which is not exhibited here. It is called 'Phyllis and Demophoron'. In that painting, it is the opposite of the current one, and a sentence from Ovid is used below the painting: 'Tell Me, what have I done, but unwise love' is a stroke of genius."

Xiang Qiantong didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, and turned her gaze to the man, probably because the other party told the story, he was not as scary as it was at first.

Sensing Xiang Qiantong's incomprehension, the man remained expressionless for a few seconds before saying, "In the world of emotions, there are always many incomprehensions, and we should learn to accept them."

Feeling reasonable, Xiang Qiantong nodded in approval.

"Do you think she is beautiful?" The man glanced at Xiang Qiantong, then looked at the painting and asked.

"Phyllis? Well, it's beautiful."

"She used the author's lover as a model, implying... that unforgettable love affair, so she is so lifelike and beautiful." The man turned around after speaking, with a faint smile on his face: "I'm sorry, because I'm really I like this painting very much, so... I just said so much for a while."

Xiang Qiantong shook his head and responded politely: "I like it too, but I just don't understand it, and thank you for introducing it to me."

The man glanced at the figure in the distance, and responded lightly: "That won't bother you, there are many better works here, please enjoy slowly." After speaking, he turned and left.

Xiang Qiantong nodded, without saying anything, turned around and stared at the painting, thinking about what Ovid said.

"How did you get here?" Gu Qing stood beside Xiang Qiantong, looked at the painting and asked, "Do you also like Jones' works?"

Xiang Qiantong didn't answer right away, because she needed to digest the story just now.

"Gu Qing, Phyllis is using the author's lover as a model. The unforgettable relationship is...they are not together. In the end, he can only commemorate her existence in this way, right?" Xiang Qiantong turned her head , smiled at Gu Qing.The spotlight on the work illuminates half of her face, making her smile strange and fragile.

Gu Qing was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Xiang Qiantong intently.She admitted that at this time she was attracted by Xiang Qiantong's beauty.Looking back at the process of getting to know each other, no one should have seen Xiang Qiantong when he was helpless except himself.

With such a woman, people can't help but want to love her even more.

"Is it wrong to love unwisely?" Xiang Qiantong looked back at the woman in the painting and asked to himself.

"Qiantong..." Gu Qing's voice was slightly worried, and she really wanted to give her a hug, but she knew she couldn't.

Not wanting Gu Qing to worry, Xiang Qiantong adjusted her posture, changed the subject, smiled and said, "I finally understand the charm of art after coming here, no wonder you like it so much."

Gu Qing restrained his mood and responded: "Masters are always conveying the true meaning of love to the world, let us just learn more from it."

"Maybe he didn't want to convey any truth, it was all fabricated by later generations. Maybe he just wanted to express his longing for the one he loves." Xiang Qiantong stared at Felice in the painting, and said meaningfully.

Gu Qing nodded in approval: "Every time I miss Yan, I will do something to relieve myself. The purpose is really simple."

The two stood side by side in front of the painting, and asked Qiantong for a long time, "Have you ever regretted Xie Yan?"

Gu Qing paused for more than ten seconds before slowly saying: "If you can regret it..."

"Too!"

"What about you?"

Xiang Qiantong stared into Felice's eyes for a long time.

In the end, Gu Qing's question was not answered.

***

In the evening in the United States, Shen Lue's house.

Wang Shaoke was on the phone with Si Luochen while frying bacon: "Do you want to get up so early and call me?"

Since Si Luochen came home, he basically called several times a day for three days.

"The jet lag hasn't slowed down yet. By the way, are you still alive?" Si Luochen said lazily.

Wang Shaoke: "..."

Seeing that Wang Shaoke didn't respond immediately, he said softly, "Are you still alive?"

Even if you can't see Si Luochen's expression at this time, you can still imagine the proud look on the corners of her mouth.She is such a woman, she is obviously very concerned, but her tone is always cold.

Although Wang Shaoke understood, he curled his lips and said in dissatisfaction: "Hey! You vicious woman!"

Si Luochen stretched his waist, and said: "Ever since what happened to Gu Qing, I always feel that someone is following us. So you must be extra careful and close the doors and windows. I can check. The two streets next to you are police officers. Bureau, remember that the United States is not 110 but 911, huh?" Si Luochen said a very cold joke in a very lazy tone.

And this sentence must be reminded every time I call.

Wang Shaoke's face was full of black lines: "I know!"

"I'll continue to sleep, you can eat, Ann."

"install……"

After hanging up the phone, I realized that the bacon in the pot was burnt... Wang Shaoke was completely depressed.

Looking at the sky without tears.

At night, Wang Shaoke nestled on the sofa and watched TV.Although his eyes were staring at the TV, his mind was thinking about Si Luochen's words. In Wang Shaoke's eyes, Si Luochen's intuition was like a witch's crystal ball...

The sound of 'beep beep' motorcycle engine in the distance of the house stopped next door, interrupting Wang Shaoke's thoughts.

In the past three days, Wang Shaoke had already made a brief inspection of these streets.With her professional insight, she has a clear understanding of the surrounding environment.

Who lives nearby, how many cars are there, are there children and pets, etc.

The home with motorcycles can be seen through the tire marks at the door, which is one street away.

So……

He picked up the remote control to turn up the volume of the TV, and dimmed the lights in the living room with his bare feet.He took out a fruit knife from the kitchen and tiptoed to the window, only to see a figure passing by.Wang Shaoke frowned slightly, walked softly near the door, stood quietly against the wall, grasped the fruit knife tightly, and waited for the prey to throw himself into the net.

Sure enough, someone stopped at Shen Lue's door.

The next moment, the door lock was being opened, and the sound didn't sound like a key was being used.

Wang Shaoke bit his lip, held his breath and stared at the door intently.

With a 'click', the door lock was opened.

The door lock was turned slightly, opened a crack, and then opened wide.A slender figure stepped into the room, and just as the other party entered half of the figure, Wang Shaoke quickly pressed the switch from the side, and the dazzling light filled the doorway in an instant.

The person who came in narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and a knife directly stabbed at him...

He thought everything was going well, but found that the other party took a light step back, turned sideways and grabbed Wang Shaoke's wrist with his backhand, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.The other party pulled harder, and Wang Shaoke turned 180 degrees on the spot, and the other party's arm hooked Wang Shaoke's neck.

Wang Shaoke's heart sank, he was doomed now!

I saw a smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, leaned over her ear, and said softly: "You want to kill me, huh?"

Wang Shaoke was taken aback for a moment.