When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

Shen Qingzi was amazed by the picture that suddenly broke into her mind, and an imperceptible restlessness flashed in her eyes.

She became famous at a young age. At the age of 16, a pair of oil paintings with a very Mucha style caused a sensation in the entire domestic painting circle. She is the youngest Chinese oil painter among the many paintings in the Italian Art Museum.Over the years, there have been endless oil paintings imitating her paintings on the market, but all of them can only imitate the skin, but not the essence.

But today, the painting that Shen Lai brought to her seems to have seen through her, with a style completely different from hers, which resonated strongly with her.

The cold color outlines the cold face of the girl surrounded by flowers. Even though there are countless flowers and stars, this girl in Chinese clothes still stands alone in the picture frame, and her downcast eyes are filled with love for the world. Disdain.She pursed her dark purple lips tightly, and the texture on her lips was clearly visible, so delicate that it was shocking.

The author of this painting did not pursue too lifelike, but used more blurred techniques when outlining the outline of the woman, so that people could not see clearly what the girl was thinking, whether she was going to open her eyes, or was she going to close them take a nap.

"That's great." Shen Qingzi looked at the painting carefully, and she was amazed by it from the whole to the whole.

Of course, despite being amazed, she still feels that this painting still has a lot of room for improvement, "Actually, I think it would be better if it is blurred here."

Standing behind Shen Qingzi with her hands behind her back, Shen Lai jokingly said, "It's so good, you're even asked to comment? It's so rare——"

Shen Qingzi's eyes were bent, as if she had indirectly admitted Shen Lei's joke, she turned around and asked, "Where did you get this?"

"It was your Uncle Xu who went shopping in the old city that day and saw it in a small studio of a woman. At first he was not sure, so he took a photo for me. When I saw it, I immediately went there and took this picture. I bought the painting." Seeing her daughter liking the painting so much, Shen Lai showed a satisfied smile on her face.

"Then..." Shen Qingzi was thinking, not knowing how to ask this question.

Shen Lai seemed to understand her mind, and said: "She said she painted it, but I can be sure it wasn't her painting, and I didn't find out after asking a few words."

"That's it." Shen Qingzi nodded, her eyes that were shining just now dimmed a bit, and there was some regret in her tone.

"If you like it, you can go there to see for yourself when you have time, your eyes are worse than mine." Shen Lai said.

"Well, let's wait for a while, Uncle Xu's art exhibition has to be dedicated." Shen Qingzi nodded, taking it down in her heart.

Shen Qingzi looked at the painting a few more times, her peach-like eyes narrowed slightly, and she turned her head to look at Shen Lei, "How much did you pay for this?"

"Want?" Shen Lai asked.

"En." Shen Qingzi nodded honestly.

Shen Lai sat on the sofa on one side, took a sip of tea, and deliberately hung Shen Qingzi and said: "Then guess, I'll give it to you if you guess right."

Shen Qingzi stood in front of the painting, looked at it carefully, and evaluated with the scale in her heart: "Five?"

Shen Lai smiled, stretched out two fingers interlocked together, and said: "It's wrong, it's a big mistake, it's not even six thousand."

Hearing this number, Shen Qingzi immediately frowned, and a lot of puzzlement appeared on her usually calm and soft face.

It is rare for a painting to be recognized by her, how can it be so worthless.

Shen Lai looked at the painting, and reminded her bluntly: "Look at her paint, canvas, and a few techniques, all of which are not popular and immature. Besides, in such a studio in an alley, this painting No matter how good it is, how much can it be sold for? This price is enough to save face.”

Shen Lai sighed regretfully as he spoke, and strangled his wrist and said, "I think the life of the artist who drew this painting is not very good. I always feel that this painting is full of depression, like..."

"It's like struggling in the mud, longing for hope, but can't get it anyway." Shen Qingzi continued.

Her heart, which had been filled with surprises just now, gradually settled down, and her soft fingertips brushed against the raised rough paint.

The setting sun cast a layer of orange flames on the painting, and Shen Qingzi's eyes were filled with love and pity for the author.

Such a talented and talented person should not be trapped in the narrow and dark quagmire on that side.

All kinds of vehicles roared past on the opposite side of the road. Zuo Yin sat in front of the stop sign and waited for the bus that was only one street away from her but was blocked by a red light. The rough skin of the girl who had just finished military training became even more brutal.

Not far away, several students from the Academy of Fine Arts, arm in arm, came to the bus stop talking and laughing, and sat on the empty seat beside Zuo Yin in the corner of her eyes.

"I'll go to the mall later and get my nails done. My bare hands don't look good at all..."

One of the girls had a nice voice, like a crisp lark, Zuo Yin couldn't help turning her head to look over.

The girl is very delicate, with small and delicate features, and her eyes are flickering, especially aura.Zuo Yin thinks that this girl must be pursued by many people in school, and it is really rare that she is so beautiful that both men and women can take advantage of her.

Thinking of this, Zuo Yin paused.

She had indeed seen a prettier woman than this girl.

She also owned this woman briefly.

Zuo Yin's eyes looking into the distance slowly lost focus, and the busy street turned into a rough mosaic, piece by piece in Zuo Yin's line of sight the image of the woman looking at him that night.

The soft long hair hung down on the side of her face, and a few strands outlined thousands of styles.

Does such a person really exist?

It exists, the photos in the album are the ironclad proof.

But Zuo Yin knew that she might never meet someone like her again in her life.

For a moment, her heart seemed to be filled to the brim with something, and at the same time it seemed to be hollowed out suddenly by something.

The blocked bus finally drove over, Zuo Yin walked to the end of the car and sat down, the sidewalk outside the window was full of people who were busy with their lives.She laughed at herself and thought: I still have food and clothing problems, so I still have time to think about these things here?I can't even eat enough, and I still have the mind to think about a woman who only slept together for one night.

She had a big fight with Zuo Lan that day, and Zuo Lan got angry and refused to give her living expenses.

Zuo Yin is also a stubborn person, he won't give if he doesn't give, he works part-study and can't die of starvation.

The bus is driving on the asphalt road intertwined with leaves, steadily taking every passenger to their destination.

At the penultimate bus stop, Zuo Yin arrived at her destination.

On the stone gate plaque are engraved with four large red characters in seal script: a studio, looking in from the outside, it is full of greenery, full of freehand landscapes like landscape paintings.

"Are you Xiaoyin?" A woman sitting in the reception room at the door enthusiastically walked over when she saw Zuo Yin's arrival.

This woman's name is Sun Yuqing, and she is an employee of the studio in charge of recruitment.

Zuo Yin nodded and greeted politely, "Hello, Miss Sun."

Sun Yuqing is not a strict person, she smiled and said to Zuo Yin: "Oh, we don't have to be so alien, you can just call me Sister Yuqing from now on."

"Okay." Zuo Yin still nodded, but there was no expression on his face.Sun Yuqing looked at her and felt that she might still call herself Miss Sun in the future.

"I read in the information that you are a freshman at the Academy of Fine Arts? Why do you want to come out for a work-study program in your freshman year? You don't want to go out more and change your rigid thinking about taking exams?" Sun Yuqing is not a patient person. People who live in a quiet place try to talk to Zuo Yin while walking.

Zuo Yin thought for a while, and instead of directly refusing, she asked politely, "Is this a must-answer for the applicant?"

"No, no, no, there is no such rigid requirement, why don't I chat with you here." Sun Yuqing's temperament was quite easy-going, and she skipped the topic, "Are you planning to come to the studio's selection exam? It’s also good to study and study while working part-time.”

Sun Yuqing is particularly proud of this studio. The current vice president of the Academy of Fine Arts, Shen Lai, co-founded it with a few friends. The studio is a hidden dragon and crouching tiger. All the students who come here to study are looking forward to being selected by the big bosses here. One or two is the palace of painting that cannot be squeezed into.

"No, if you want to study, the work-study period will be shortened." Zuo Yin refused.

Even though a studio is like a holy yearning in the hearts of all the students of the Academy of Fine Arts, money is more important to Zuo Yin who can't eat enough.

"Ah...it's a pity. You are the number one major in the oil painting department. Maybe you can still get Azi's favor." Sun Yuqing sighed.

"Azi?" Zuoyin was particularly sensitive to the character "Zi" in this name.

Sun Yuqing nodded and said: "Yes, you don't know yet, Shen Qingzi, who is famous in your oil painting circle, is also in our studio. We have not accepted students for these years, and we are very curious about what kind of students can impress her."

"She's very picky." Zuo Yin asked, but her tone seemed to be affirmative, as if she knew this woman named "Shen Qingzi" very well.

"Yeah..." Sun Yuqing replied, as if she had thought of something, she turned her head and asked, "By the way, I remember Xiaoyin, you are also a native of S City, right? Where did the training camp take place?"

"I didn't participate in the training camp." Zuo Yin replied simply.

She didn't have the money to go to the training camp, and Zuo Lan wouldn't give her the money, so she locked herself in the house and practiced by herself all winter, comparing the information on the Internet.

Sun Yuqing was so surprised that she couldn't help exclaiming: "Wow! Then you are so amazing!"

"It's okay." Zuo Yin said, unable to bear Sun Yuqing's blazing adoring gaze, she rubbed her nose unnaturally.

The studio is much bigger than Zuo Yin imagined, and the environment of the training studios advertised online is more than one level better.

Surrounded by greenery, several small buildings of different shapes stand apart in this unique courtyard.The path paved with bluestone slabs still has the fragrance of the earth, and the bamboo leaves are still stained with the morning dew, which stubbornly wets the shoulders of passers-by.

She looked at the students who were practicing painting in a beautiful house, and couldn't help feeling a little envious.

The airy and dilapidated studio Zuo Lan assigned to her couldn't turn off the heat, and a thin layer of ice would form on the pen container after lunch. During the days of intensive training, Zuo Yin's hands would be soaked in it. Almost got chilblains.

The two of them walked through the gable wall surrounded by rose vines, and a low-rise western-style building with only two floors appeared in front of Zuo Yin.

The sun shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, giving a panoramic view of the scene in the house.

The oil painting with a strong Mucha style was illuminated by the light, which amazed Zuo Yin's seven years of pursuit.

Before Zuo Yin could digest this, a woman in a long white dress came into her sight carrying an oil painting.

The long hair like a waterfall poured down, casually falling on the back of the woman's chest.

She bent down slightly, carefully fiddled with the painting in her hand, the sun shrouded her body, a piece of pure white, full of inexhaustible tenderness.

Zuo Yin's gaze followed the woman.

Suddenly, as if she had discovered something, she couldn't help holding her breath.

Step by step……

Zuo Yin walked towards the bungalow.

The dazzling light blurred the surroundings.

Zuo Yin finally saw clearly that the tattoo on the inside of the woman's right ring finger was the black butterfly that had flown by countless times in her dreams.