think mighty

Guo Dongqun's lips had turned black because of the painting. He picked up the painting from the ground, bowed his head, hunched over, and was very embarrassed.

"Since you don't like this one, sir, can I draw another one?"

The inch-cut man waved his hand, yawned, and said lazily: "No need, I thought you were fresh at first glance at the exhibition, but now I've seen a lot, and I'm a little tired."

As soon as these words came out, Guo Dongqun immediately turned pale, "Mr. Huang...Huang..." The man ignored him, and he shouted at Huang Er again: "Second Master, Second Master..."

Huang Er waved his hand, and Guo Dongqun was pulled out. Two thugs grabbed him and dragged him out. Guo Dongqun fell to the ground and wanted to rush in: "My painting...my painting..."

After a while, the paintings he had drawn before were also thrown on the street.

"Chengzi."

Huang Er paused for a moment, and then replied, "Say it."

The inch-cut man didn't speak, he raised his hand, and then there was a loud noise.

The jade porcelain cup hit the door frame and shattered by the ear. Some fragments flew over and scratched Huang Er's face. Huang Er touched it, and a thread of blood seeped out.

"Oh, it's bleeding." The inch-cut man took a handkerchief and pressed it on his face, "I'll rub it for you."

"It's okay, a small injury." Huang Er couldn't help clenching his back molars with a sharp pain in the wound.

"Chengzi, I treat you well."

The light voice reached his ears, Huang Er lowered his head and said, "You treat me like you would treat your own son."

The inch-haired man smiled in satisfaction, then threw the handkerchief in his hand, picked up the fragments of the porcelain cup from the ground, looked at it again and again, shook it in front of him, and said, "After that, I will Don't fool me with this stuff."

Huang Er paused and said, "Yes, I will find you a better one."

"First-class, I want first-class things." He rolled his eyes at Huang Er, and said, "By the way, the painting that I asked you to ask for last time, why hasn't there been any movement until now?"

Huang Er really couldn't understand why he was interested in that sour painter, so he just said bitterly: "The great painter He is used to putting on a show, after you ordered me last time, I brought my things to visit his house, As a result, he didn’t even go in through the door.”

The inch-cut man smiled and said, "Oh? Then I'm going to meet this great painter in person."

He told him to do a few more things, and before he left, he pointed to the writing on the wall and said, "Oh, by the way, you can find someone to send this writing of Yi Bingshou to you." Commander-in-Chief's Office."

Huang Er agreed, and after going out, he punched the magnolia tree at the door.

Star spots of blood flowed down the back of his hand. He shook his hand, lit a cigarette, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. When the cigarette was burned out, he whistled and his expression became flamboyant again. stand up.The torn paper bag at his feet was kicked away by him, and he wandered aimlessly on the street.Maybe it was because his expression was too excited, passers-by often took a peek at him, and then avoided him like the plague.

Huang Er went in and out of many stores, and within an hour, he had a lot of things in his hands, food and clothing, flashy, and the salesperson was smiling, welcoming him in with great panic, but also with great joy welcome him out.

The money in his pocket was getting less and less, and the moment the money was spent from his hands, a kind of drug-like pleasure surged up, which made him truly feel that he was still alive.

There is nothing more real than money. He took a drag on his cigarette, and with dark eyes, he entered the department store again.

When he entered the department store, the salesman brought him many things out tremblingly. He only glanced at them and turned his head away to light a cigarette.

Huang Er finished lighting his cigarette, took a deep breath, glanced at her, and said, "I want all of these."

The salesperson's eyes widened and he was dumbfounded.

Huang Er frowned, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you wrap it up for me?"

The salesperson came back to his senses when he heard the sound, nodded quickly and said, "Okay, okay, I'll take care of it."

Huang Er's eyes flicked over the salesperson's smooth white hand, and then moved to his own hand. The wound on his hand had already formed a thin layer of scab. With a little clenched fist, the wound opened again. A stream of blood snaked down and flowed to the fingertips.

Seeing this, the salesperson asked with a wink and concern, "Customer, is your hand okay?"

Huang Er smiled when he heard the sound, "Why, if I say it's important, will you feel bad?"

The salesperson panicked and stammered, "Customer...customer..."

Huang Er was a little annoyed, and waved her hand to tell her to pack quickly.

Looking up, I saw a little girl, about seventeen or eighteen, who looked like a student, but she was very cute. She was sitting on a chair, looking at him eagerly. The salesperson wrapped the things and handed them to him. Looking at the things in his hand, he suddenly felt a little irritable again.

What is the use of buying these.

He looked at the little girl, waved his hand casually, threw the thing to her and said, "I'll see you off, kid."

"Hey...hey...how do you..."

Huang Er picked his ears, ignored the shouts behind him, and left without looking back.

"Hey…"

"The one in front..."

"You must be sick." Xu Changning chased for a while but failed to catch up. He gasped and looked at the man's back, speechless.

After a while, the salesman chased after her, "Miss...Miss, your things."

"Ah... this is not what I bought..."

"I saw that gentleman gave it to you."

"Hey... this..." Xu Changning looked at the direction the man was leaving, and then at the perplexed salesperson, scratching his head, not knowing what to do.

She was planning to go home, but when she passed by the department store, she suddenly thought of coming over to ask about work. Who would have thought that such an outrageous thing would happen.

The setting sun melted gold, the lights came on, the sky darkened little by little, Huang Er returned to the big world, a soft singing sound reached his ears, he saw the dim light in his eyes, and the intoxicating fragrance at the tip of his nose, he slowly swayed up.

This is his world.

The second floor is a good place, it is clean, and the bright and loud sound below can be clearly captured. He hugged the newcomer Yanyan in his arms, took a breath of cigarette, and blew it on her face. The girl's face was covered with heavy makeup. , leaned over and exchanged a sweet kiss with him.

"Second Master, I want to sing at night too..."

Huang Er evoked a smile, teasingly said: "Then let me see if your mouth is sweet."

Yanyan's hands climbed onto his shoulders, Huang Er fiddled with her small silver earrings, feeling that the woman in his arms was fragrant and soft, he buried her neck and took a deep breath, but suddenly glanced to the bottom of her eyes from the corner of his eye. a man.

There are not many people dancing at this time, so a particularly handsome person is particularly eye-catching.The man was dancing, talking and laughing with his partner.Huang Er stared at him for a while, and a sense of familiarity surged up.

This person seems to be... seen somewhere.

This thought flashed through his mind, and gradually matched up with a person in his memory.

He let go of the beauty in his arms, straightened his waist, took a telescope to take a closer look, and immediately pressed the cigarette firmly on the table.

"What are you thinking about?" A lazy and seductive voice sounded in Xu Shaoqing's ear.

The woman was very keen, her eyes turned back and forth on Xu Shaoqing's face, and she could tell when he walked away a little bit.

Xu Shaoqing smiled and said, "I was thinking, the night here and the night outside seem to be different kinds of nights."

"Oh? What's the difference?" The woman's hair accessories are shining under the lamp, her eyebrows are curved, her face is thickly powdered, and her lipstick is also very full. It can be seen that she has been well-dressed. over his shoulder, looking at him with a smile.

She had two dimples when she smiled, and there was a faint fragrance on her body, but her eyes were very clear.

Xu Shaoqing hugged her around and said, "Here is heaven, outside is hell."

The woman smiled, "Then do you think heaven is better or hell?"

Xu Shaoqing said: "Heaven is naturally good, it would be great if it was all heaven."

The woman smiled, "But if there is no hell, is there any meaning to heaven?"

At the end of the dance music, Xu Shaoqing said: "Maybe meaningful, maybe meaningless, who can tell whether meaninglessness is a kind of meaning."

The moon was white and the wind was clear outside, the woman looked at him with pears full of dimples, as if full of wine.

Xu Shaoqing said: "The dance is almost over, Miss Jiang, do you still count what you said before the dance?"

The last sound fell, and the light hit the two of them. She glanced upstairs, and finally, accompanied by the music, she put her arms on Xu Shaoqing's shoulder and said, "Of course."

The last note of the dance music spread out in the air, and immediately, they disappeared in the darkness.

Xu Shaoqing followed her through the crowd, and then through the promenade. There were fewer people, and the lights were much weaker than in the dance hall. They came to a door, which was so narrow that almost only one person could pass through.

"Behind this narrow door is the Paradise of Elysium." She glanced at Xu Shaoqing, her eyes were very seductive.

Xu Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly remembered that sentence in the "Bible":

"You must try hard to enter through the narrow gate. I tell you that many people will try to enter in the future, but they will not be able to."

Thinking of this, he even suspected that the woman in front of him was a Christian.

"Does Miss Jiang have faith?" He couldn't hold back and asked.

"Faith?" Jiang Lili lit a cigarette, and the sparks were very obvious in the night. They passed through the narrow door and walked along the path. The sound of high-heeled shoes was very clear in the night. While smoking, she laughed and said : "It's better to believe in yourself than anyone else."

The author says:

Yi Bingshou was a very famous calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty, and his handwriting was very good.