When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

The woman is gone.

It should be said that she left.

The bright sunshine covered the whole room, but Zuo Yin's hand hanging by the side of the bed could not feel any warmth.

If it wasn't for the soreness that could not be ignored, she would have thought that last night was just a dream.

She looked at the decadence of the room, her clothes were scattered on the ground, but the woman didn't leave any traces for herself.

Ah, one night stand.

Zuo Yin calmly accepted this reality, lifted the quilt to find the clothes that were thrown on the ground.

Thinking about it, it's really a bit out of the ordinary, that he hastily handed himself over to a woman who only met once.

Don't know her last name, not even what hotel she's staying at.

Originally, I thought it would be the beginning of an affair, but it turned out that he was just greedy for your body.

After eating and cleaning up, he left without even saying thank you for the hospitality.

Zuo Yin has never felt that she can complain so much, she seems to be using this kind of overly liveliness to cover up her inner loss.

The midsummer sun was too hot, making her even more lonely in this strange environment.

Zuo Yin walked into the bathroom with her underwear in her arms. She wanted to take a shower before leaving this ridiculous place.

Just as Zuo Yin was walking towards the bathroom, she suddenly noticed something flat and oblong on the carpet not far away.

The sunlight fell on it, reflecting a light mint color.

Zuo Yin went over to pick it up and found that it was a pack of women's cigarettes.

She looked at the cigarette case carefully, and her trimmed and round nails traced the gold edge inlaid on the box body, as if she leaned over it last night and used her palm to caress the woman's snowy skin.

Zuo Yin doesn't smoke, but Zuo Lan does.

If you sell paintings and make more money, you can buy the top-quality ladies' cigarettes, and if you earn less, you can buy the soft box of Huazi to make ends meet.

Just by touching the shell of the cigarette case, Zuo Yin knew that the cigarettes were not cheap.

A box might have a three-figure value. In Zuo Lan's words, it means that someone who has been taken advantage of has bought the most expensive painting in her shop.

Ten thin cigarettes lay loosely in the cigarette box that had just been opened, and the unique taste that Zuo Yin had tasted that belonged to Miss Shen wafted out from it.

He is really not a qualified one-night stand lover, and he can't even clean up his things.

Zuo Yin thought with a blank expression, then turned around and put the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

After taking a bath, she became much refreshed. Zuo Yin came out of the elevator, took several photos with the camera, and after confirming that the red mark on her collarbone was perfectly covered by the Band-Aid, she walked out of the hotel as if nothing had happened, and called A taxi left here.

The meter clicked and clicked without emotion, Zuoyin fumbled in her pocket, peeled a lollipop and put it in her mouth, and looked out the window at this strange city that was destined to be unforgettable in her life.

The car gradually drove away from the downtown area, and the surrounding houses became shorter and smaller, and the Huangsha Gobi occupied an endless land.Zuo Yin saw two coquettish crimson flowers blooming in the vast barrenness.

In this way, she left her cinnabar with her in Dunhuang.

The car turned a corner slowly, and the sun also turned to the side of the car. The incandescent and dazzling light passed through the window glass, dazzled Zuo Yin's sight.

The loneliness of the yellow sand all over the sky is gradually replaced by green cypress trees, high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and the light passes through the leaves, illuminating the girl's dull face flickering, and the brown and black pupils brightly reflect the familiar scenery outside the window. And a bustling city full of distance.

Zuo Yin's home is located in the bustling area of ​​the city's central district, and it takes only one bus ride from the coach station to get home.

Bypassing the modern building, passing through the clean brick and stone sidewalk, the old sycamore trees are crowded with the dilapidated old road, it is already the time to get off work in the afternoon, the voice of a woman scolding the child, and the sound of three jumpers reversing the car The sizzle of cooking, the sound of cooking, and the barking of someone's dog are intertwined and filled this dilapidated alley even after it has been remodeled.

Zuo Yin stopped behind a huge sycamore tree, took out an old and rusty key, and opened the very decent-looking anti-theft door in front of him.

You know, many neighbors in this alley have already used smart door locks.

To Zuo Yin's surprise, the bright light was turned on in the small and dark room. Zuo Yin looked at the brand new pair of gray slippers that seemed to be prepared for him at the entrance, and smelled the fragrant cooking smell coming from the kitchen.

Zuo Yin's nerves tensed immediately, she put down the suitcase, felt for the swinging stick in the bag, and walked cautiously towards the kitchen.

It is not ruled out that someone may occupy the magpie's nest when he is not at home.

Waiting for Zuo Yin to approach the kitchen step by step, she saw a busy figure inside.The apron, which was already stained with oil and should be scrapped, tightly strangled the woman's waist, but it was still empty.

Zuo Yin watched her shake the pot and spoon with a bamboo pole-like hand, and was even afraid that she would break it here on the spot.

This person is indeed Zuo Lan, but it shouldn't be Zuo Lan.

Zuo Yin stood at the door of the kitchen, fixed her eyes on Zuo Lan, as if she had to find something different from this woman, so as to expose that she was not her mother on the spot.

But this person was really Zuo Lan. She had just fried a dish and put it on a plate, and then she met her daughter's eyes.As if seeing something frightening suddenly, the white porcelain plate on the side of the table fell to the ground with clangs, and a plate of greasy vegetables was also sacrificed.

"Oh, shit, you're sick, and there's no movement at home? You're a thief!" Zuo Lan yelled at Zuo Yin with her sharp voice, and threw a frying spoon at Zuo Yin. .

Zuo Yin tilted her head, and the frying spoon slammed onto the ground with a sound as it grazed her hair.

She looked coldly at the roast chicken and duck on the table, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Why don't you come back, I'll give you some warmth at home." Zuo Lan said with a smile, reaching out and swallowing the last leg of the roast chicken.

"Where did you get the money?" Zuo Yin's tone was still cold.

She knew Zuo Lan so well that she couldn't keep the 1000 yuan for a week. How could she still have the money to prepare dinner for herself, change the glass of the light bulb, and even have her own slippers.

When Zuo Lan heard Zuo Yin's question, she smiled triumphantly, "What are you talking about, I don't know if it's because of your old lady's luck that two people came here to take advantage of you and bought two paintings. I've grown up!"

Zuo Yin always felt that something was wrong with this matter, and asked to the bottom of it: "Which two pictures?"

Zuo Lan's smug smile became a little stiff, she rubbed her hands and said to Zuo Yin, "Damn, it's my most expensive one...and..."

"Which one else?" Zuo Yin had a bad premonition in his heart, staring at Zuo Lan with a pair of eyes, almost forcing her to tell the truth.

Zuo Lan seemed to sense the seriousness of the problem, and he faltered in his speech: "Your black cloth Longdong..."

Before Zuo Lan finished speaking, Zuo Yin became violent.

She was hit by this reality, and out of control she yelled at the woman in front of her, "Zuo Lan! You sold my painting! You even brought someone into my studio!"

Zuo Lan was shaken by Zuo Yin's yelling, no matter how badly she treated Zuo Yin on weekdays, Zuo Yin had never been so angry like today.

She rubbed her hands with difficulty, and cautiously approached Zuo Yin, as if she was comforting a lion that was about to go berserk, and said in a soft voice: "No, I just want to copy your painting, so... I took it out Yes. I swear! Why did your mother bring someone into your room? But, you said it was fate. When that person came, he immediately fell in love with this painting, and he paid a high price. The annual tuition fee is already paid! Isn't this painting just for selling money! Look..."

"No! I didn't draw this picture to sell money!" Zuo Yin looked at the woman who only had money in her eyes, and retorted loudly.

That is her treasure, it is her sustenance to survive the long and dark senior year of high school, and it is her tribute to the painter she admires the most!

"I won't sell my paintings for the money! I have my own ideals! I'm different from you!"

When Zuo Lan heard Zuo Yin's words, her eyes widened immediately, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.

She pinched her waist with one hand, pointed at Zuo Yin with the other, and retorted angrily: "Okay, are you looking down on your mother and me?! For every painting I sell, which one do you not have?" It’s been spent! Turning around, you still dislike me when you come here. Why did you tarnish your artistic ideals?! Without your old lady, my depravity, you can’t even eat! You still talk about your ideals! If it weren’t for you, I would not be living the life I am now ! You owe me this book! I’ll sell it if I sell it! What else do you want!”

Zuo Lan's words hit Zuo Yin's heart fiercely, strangled Zuo Yin's neck so that she could not speak out.

What Zuo Lan said was right, without money, one would not be able to survive, so what ideals are there to talk about.

She should have understood this truth when she watched Zuo Lan sell her paintings reluctantly since she was a child, and now she turns around and reprimands her mother.

Zuo Yin can question Zuo Lan from various perspectives, but only here she doesn't.

As Zuo Lan said, when she grew up, she bought everything she needed for food and clothing in exchange for her annihilation of her own ideals.

Zuo Yin bit her lip tightly, her bloodless lip turned pale by her biting, she had no way to argue with Zuo Lan that she sold her painting, this time she really owed her.

With nowhere to vent her anger, Zuo Yin could only go upstairs on the old wooden stairs, and slammed the broken door that was already crumbling as if venting.

The living room fell silent in an instant, and the conversations of people on the old street outside the window came into the room again. Zuo Lan looked at the chaos of the room, leaned against the wooden glass window of the kitchen, and took out a box of soft Chinese medicine from his pocket. .

The skinny hand didn't seem to have recovered from the violent mood swings just now, and it shook the cigarette twice before lighting it.

A wisp of white smoke drifted out from the lit smoke, drifted out the window, and landed in the villa area a few blocks away.

The bright and huge glass framed the night sky of the setting sun on this wall. Shen Lai was standing in front of a painting in a loose Chinese sweatshirt with his hands behind his back, admiring it with relish.

"Father, you said you have something good to show me. What is it?" Shen Qingzi just came back from the art exhibition, still wearing that satin lotus root pink long-sleeved dress, her slender figure covered by the draped satin The swaying posture outlined is elegant and sexy.

"Qingzi, come over and take a look at this painting, does it look like yours?"

As Shen Lai said, he turned half of his body and gave the whole painting to Shen Qingzi who was coming from Chao's side.

The magnificent and ever-changing cool-colored oil painting appeared in front of Shen Qingzi with the treachery of western magical stories.

In an instant, the girl who pressed and kissed her unscrupulously at night jumped out of her mind.