When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

The morning light passed through the pure white corridor with its unique freshness, and fell on Shen Qingzi's body.Every button of the white shirt was tightly buttoned, and the satin material hung down on the woman's thin frame without any wrinkles.

She stood side by side with Zhou Lin at the door, chatting with several famous professors, her orange-red velvet lips were lightly pursed into a smiling arc, and the demure profile outlined by her hair hanging down was full of calmness.

Zuo Yin looked a little absent-minded, as if the Shen Qingzi she had painted in five years had really come out of her mind.

"Wow, I'm so happy to be here early, all the masters from our hospital are here!"

"That's right, I usually can't see one side, but now there are so many here... That is Teacher Xu, and that one is Dean Shen, and that one? Who is that?"

"Professor Zhou, the person who came to give us a lecture last week."

Zuo Yin stood aside and listened to the discussion of the three people in front of him. Suddenly Yuan Yuan covered his mouth and looked at the people in shock, "Is the woman next to Professor Zhou really Shen Qingzi? She is really beautiful." , how can it be so beautiful."

"It's pretty, but we've never seen a photo of Shen Qingzi, so how do we know if it's her?" Zhang Zhang said.

"I look like her, look how similar she is to Dean Shen." Xu Xu said, "It looks so good, don't you ask my sister to consider giving me a concubine..."

"If she is really Shen Qingzi, then God will love her too much. It's fine if she is so good at painting, but she is also so pretty." Yuan Yuan bit the handkerchief.

These three people were still guessing here, and suddenly Zhang Zhang whispered to them: "I heard that Shen Qingzi is not the biological daughter of President Shen."

Yuan Yuan's small eyes widened, "Really? How do you know?"

The usual Zuo Yin is the most disdainful to listen to other people's nonsense gossip, but once the word "Shen Qingzi" is attached to this kind of thing, she is like a cat smelling fish, and she can't help but get closer. some.

"I heard from a senior sister who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts before that there was a younger sister under Shen Qingzi, who said that she was born to Dean Shen, but the younger sister was always in poor health. When Shen Qingzi was in her senior year She passed away, and the painting "Girl in the Flower House" was made in memory of her sister." Zhang Zhang said with a nose and right eye, as if she really saw it.

"Impossible, I've already adopted a child, isn't it just that I can't conceive? Why did I have another biological daughter?" Yuan Yuan doubted.

"Isn't there a story about many families adopting their children and then becoming pregnant? We don't know why, but it is very effective." Zhang Zhang explained.

"It's the survivor's deviation." Zuo Yin, who had been listening quietly, interrupted suddenly.

"What deviation?" Xu Xu asked puzzled.

"Because this kind of story has been reported, everyone thinks that this kind of thing is effective. There is no basis, so don't speculate." Zuo Yin explained, the expression on his face was even lower than before.

"That's right." Yuan Yuan nodded.

"But her adopted status is an open secret in the circle." Zhang Zhang was a little dissatisfied with Zuo Yin's preaching, and said, "It's just that she seldom shows up these years, and these things haven't become public knowledge. That's all."

Zuo Yin frowned slightly, she looked at Zhang Zhang and asked, "Then you are a member of the circle?"

"You, what do you mean!" Zhang Zhang was blocked by Zuo Yin and couldn't answer, staring at Zuo Yin with his eyes.

Xu Xu hurriedly separated the two of them, and changed the subject, "Okay, okay, let's go to the art exhibition. It's late, the professor and they are all gone, so why go up to strike up a conversation?"

"That's right, let's go. Hurry up and finish reading and you have to go to class." Yuan Yuan persuaded, turned his head and waved to her without forgetting Zuo Yin's feelings, and comforted: "She has such a temper."

Zuo Yin put her hand into her pocket again, and followed behind the three of them without saying a word. She really wasn't suitable for group activities, so she started arguing with them again within a few words.

Thinking about it, Zhang Zhang should also feel wronged. She was just sharing gossip with everyone as usual. She didn't expect to meet such a plague god as Zuo Yin, and she stood on the moral high ground and had nothing to say.

Zuo Yin sighed, stepped on a small stone under her feet, and kicked it far away with a light kick.

She hasn't been so unkind to others for a long time, and she doesn't know what happened today.

After the commotion just now, the few bosses who were standing at the entrance of the art exhibition just now disappeared long ago, and Zuo Yin didn't want to watch the paintings with the three of them anymore, so he quietly separated from them at a fork.

There are relatively few people in this exhibition hall, and all the paintings hung there are paintings by unknown school alumni painters. Zuo Yin looked at them one by one and could reasonably infer that these were hung up to make up the number.

Just when Zuoyin felt that there was no need to look, she turned around and saw an oil painting of the starry sky in the desert hanging in the middle of the wall behind her.

The night sky in the painting is not a constant black, but gradually changes from black to dark purple and then transitions to dark brown that meets the desert.Bright stars dot the canvas, and the illuminated night sky also has a soft transition.

Zuo Yin seemed to think of something and turned his attention to the author's introduction on the gold lettering on the white background.

This is a joint painting. There are two authors. One is an alumnus of the Academy of Fine Arts. The titles and titles introduced are three lines, and there are several honorary titles alone.

And the other person simply wrote two words: Anonymous.

Zuo Yin stared at these two words, and a person's name appeared in his mind unconsciously.

Shen Qingzi.

Thinking of this, Zuo Yin frowned, really can't do it?

Forget her, can't do it.

"Xiaoyin! So you are here, let me find you!"

Yuan Yuan's sudden intrusion interrupted Zuo Yin's train of thought. She turned her head to look at Yuan Yuan, but saw her holding up her mobile phone and speaking to herself in a particularly anxious manner: "Let's go, the teacher said that we have to prepare a small lesson before class." Exam, let's get to the classroom 15 minutes earlier! Xu Xu and the others have already passed."

Zuo Yin touched his pocket and glanced at the group messages on the phone with the cracked screen. After a click, a notification from all members of Aite appeared.

This broken phone is really bad enough that it doesn't even give a reminder for a group message.

"Here we come." Zuo Yin reluctantly put the phone in his pocket and walked towards Yuan Yuan.

That is, just as Zuoyin stepped out of the exhibition hall, Shen Qingzi and Zhou Lin stepped in at the entrance on the other side of the exhibition hall.

Zuo Yin walked quickly, and when Shen Qingzi walked in, there was only a back in the frayed palm-colored biker suit left behind.

But with such a back view, Shen Qingzi still recognized Zuo Yin, and there was an imperceptible ripple in her calm eyes.

"I've never seen such a casual visit to an art exhibition. Why are freshman kids like this?" Zhou Lin also recognized Zuo Yin and commented dissatisfied.

"You know her?" Shen Qingzi asked tentatively, seeing that Zhou Lin knew this girl.

"Zuo Yin, that's the little girl Yuqing mentioned who wanted to work in our studio. Yuqing still has a headache and I don't know where to arrange her to go." Zhou Lin said.

"Zuo-yin-" Shen Qingzi repeated the girl's name.

left tone.

It's a name that sounds a bit bland.

"She wants to work in our studio?" Shen Qingzi asked.

"That's right, our studio has a policy of favoring the students of the Academy of Fine Arts. It costs [-] yuan a month to be a teaching assistant painter. But I really haven't seen someone who came to work as a freshman. It's a pity, she is this year's oil painting department. I don’t want to participate in the selection and assessment, but I just want to work in the studio. I heard from Yuqing that she persuaded her to take the assessment several times, but she refused because she didn’t have time. I think she must be short of money.” Zhou Lin sermon.

Shen Qingzi blinked unnaturally, and asked, "Is she short of money?"

"I don't know if she is short of money, and I don't know her well. Maybe Yuqing knows." Zhou Lin replied.

Shen Qingzi nodded, with the attitude of breaking the casserole to ask the bottom line, and asked again: "Then how did she and Yuqing know each other?"

Seeing Shen Qingzi's abnormal attitude today, Zhou Lin asked jokingly, "Azi, don't you have a lot of questions today?"

Shen Qingzi felt embarrassed by Zhou Lin's soft face, "Is there any?"

"Yes." Zhou Lin nodded very seriously.

Shen Qingzi smiled, and said half-jokingly but seemingly seriously: "That seems to be a bit too much."

Zhou Lin didn't want to linger on the topic of Zuo Yin, so she took the initiative to invite, "I've been busy these days, are you tired? Would you like to have dinner at the old place, and I'll treat you?"

As she said that, Zhou Lin moved slightly closer to Shen Qingzi, and even the perfume she specially sprayed on her body floated into Shen Qingzi's nose.

It is the latest XL model launched this quarter. Shen Qingzi once mentioned it to Zhou Lin.

"Did you change your perfume?" Shen Qingzi asked.

Zhou Lin tilted her head slightly, and gave Shen Qingzi a look of course, "Hmm, are you going?"

Shen Qingzi spread her hands under Zhou Lin's gaze, and said with a little regret: "Well, I don't have such a blessing today. After today's art exhibition is over, I still have things to do, and I probably won't be able to make it for dinner."

"Where are you going, I'll go with you?" Zhou Lin asked again.

"Secret." The corners of Shen Qingzi's eyes were bent, she said the word to Zhou Lin mysteriously, and continued walking forward.

A long stream of light shot from the long corridor into the door, illuminating half of the small hall too brightly.In the light and shadow, only this woman remained in Zhou Lin's sight.

In Zhou Lin's impression, Shen Qingzi always has such a tender and tender appearance. When she smiles, her eyes will bend, and the words she spits out are like sunshine in spring, and the hand holding the brush is as warm and beautiful as the bone of a jade fan. .

There is no other person who can make Zhou Lin pay such attention and care so much.

She touched the play ticket in her handbag that she had prepared for a long time, but she still didn't send it out after all.

The dying cicada on the tree was screaming crazily, the old window in the living room was wide open, and Zuo Lan was sitting on the horse tie in a living room full of paintings, wearing a very cool suspender dress.

In her hand, she held a tube of paint hose with pits and holes, and she squeezed the little paint left with all her strength.

Cicada outside the window suddenly screamed crazily, Zuo Lan's fight with the paint hose became intense, her skin bulged with ferocious veins, her toes curled up forcefully,

Finally, the little bit of white paint that was left was still lost to Zuo Lan, and she squeezed it out with a puff, and piled it up on the drawing board with chaotic colors.

"Huh—" Zuo Lan let out a long sigh of relief, picked up the paintbrush and prepared to start painting.

"Dangdang."

At this time, there was a crisp knock on the door.

Zuo Lan frowned, put down the pen in her hand and walked towards the door.

It's noon, the studios are closed, I really don't know who will come.

Could it be that little bastard was subdued?

With such thoughts in mind, Zuo Lan stood at the door and asked angrily, "Who is it?"

"Hello, my father bought a painting from you two weeks ago, and I want to visit your studio today."

Shen Qingzi stood outside the door, politely expressing her intention for coming.

The setting sun passed through the sycamore tree in front of the red brick house and fell on her body, making her figure extraordinarily straight.

Every stroke is not commensurate with this ruined old city block.

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