Landing On My Heart

Although the rain has stopped, the weather is still gloomy, and the cold wind mixed with humidity is bitingly cold. (Gege Party Novel Network)

In this weather, I don't want to go out even if I'm so sleepy that my eyelids fight.

When Fu Mingyu called Ruan Sixian, her voice was clear, as if she had slept.

"Did you not sleep this afternoon?"

"No, I went out to eat at noon, and came back in the afternoon to do a set of questions."

"..."

Fu Mingyu chuckled lightly: "You're pretty good."

Breaking out from the gate of hell in the evening, staying up all night, tossing in bed in the morning, and reading books and doing problems in the afternoon.

His girlfriend is really great.

"I ordered a meal for you tonight, so I don't have time to eat with you."

"Oh……"

"Why do you sound disappointed and want me to have dinner with you?"

"You said when will your narcissism be cured?"

"Ok?"

Ruan Sixian looked at herself smiling on the computer screen, touched the corner of her lips: "It's nothing, I hung up."

"it is good."

After the beep sounded on the phone, Ruan Sixian looked at the computer again.

She didn't read the book, and spent the whole afternoon searching for the word "Dong Xian" on the Internet.

Whether it's web pages, microblogs, or professional forums, the content related to her is almost always related to oil paintings, awards, and rarely related to her personal affairs.

Ruan Sixian checked the agent's information again.

The smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. What's more, most artists are devoted to creation, and often retreat for several months. They don't have extra time and energy for the sales of their works, the planning of solo exhibitions and other social activities. Unfamiliarity with commercial activities may cause an artist with great potential to be buried, and some excellent works will not be able to enter the public's sight.

Therefore, the art brokerage management team came into being.

After that, professional brokers and institutions are needed for excellent art works to enter the art market for circulation, value preservation and appreciation.

According to Baidu Encyclopedia, Guo Gaoyang, a senior agent in the art industry, relied on his rich network resources to let three unknown painters be seen, his artistic accomplishments were recognized, and then he went abroad and became famous.

However, apart from this encyclopedia, there is almost no other information about this person on the Internet.

Ruan Sixian combined the two entries of "Dong Xian" and "Guo Gaoyang" to search, but there was not much relevant content.

"Contemporary oil painting artist Dong Xian talks about oil painting art with Mr. Guo Gaoyang of Jiangcheng Futoli Gallery."

"Jiangcheng Fotoli Gallery Guo Gaoyang talks about Dong Xian: It's not too late for a great talent."

It seems that these are all official announcements.

Guo Gaoyang is also a relatively low-key person, there is basically nothing on the Internet other than work-related things.

When the webpage is placed on seven or eight pages, the keyword binding degree has become lower and lower.

Finally, in the vast sea of ​​content, she saw the news that Dong Xian and Zheng Tai'an got married a few years ago.

At that time, Dong Xian was already well-known, and although there were not many related reports, they still existed.

One of the reports was forwarded by an oil painting information blogger.

"The matchmaker is my boss. I've met Mr. Dong in real life. He's super pretty hahaha."

Ruan Sixian clicked on this person's homepage and took a look. She stopped updating Weibo two years ago, but her profile was still "professional agent of Jiangcheng Futoli Gallery".

The access control system installed in the room suddenly rang. Ruan Sixian closed the computer, walked to the living room with her slippers on, and sent a message to Fu Mingyu at the same time.

[Ruan Sixian]: The dinner you ordered has arrived!

Just after sending it out, I saw Dong Xian's face on the surveillance screen.

The person was downstairs in the unit and did not come up.

"what happened?"

After connecting, Ruan Sixian asked.

Dong Xian raised her hand, carrying a food box, "I still didn't fall asleep last night, I want to come and see you."

The two looked at each other through a small machine.

One was cautious, while the other didn't know what he was thinking.

A moment later, the communicator was interrupted by another dial.

Here comes the real delivery guy.

"Hi, I'm the delivery person for the West Chamber Banquet, your dinner is here."

Ruan Sixian opened the door, took the food box, looked back at the communicator, and pressed the door open button of the unit door.

"Come up."

She didn't close the door, and walked directly to the dining room with the food boxes, and placed them on the table.

Three dishes, one soup and two bowls of rice.

Did Fu Mingyu treat her like a pig?

Just at this moment, Fu Mingyu called.

"Go to sleep after eating, don't do the questions."

"Oh."

Just at this time, footsteps came from the door, Ruan Sixian didn't turn her head, and said, "No need to change your shoes."

"Do you have guests?"

"Well, my mother is here."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and said: "I'll hang up first, you have a good meal."

Putting down her phone, Ruan Sixian turned her head with her chopsticks, and saw Dong Xian walking in slowly with a food box, looking up at her house.

Turning her head to see the sumptuous meal on her table, she was a little embarrassed.

She walked over and opened the food box, and there was a cup of soup inside.

"I thought you probably didn't sleep well, so I made some soup."

Ruan Sixian took the chopsticks, swallowed half a mouthful of rice, licked the corner of her mouth, and said, "Sit down."

Dong Xian nodded, sat down as promised, and pushed the soup in front of Ruan Sixian.

"This is pigeon soup, fresh pigeons that your aunt picked out early in the morning."

She stretched out her hand, rubbed the back of her hand roughly, and there were chapped marks on her fingertips.

This is an occupational disease that can't be cured by any skin care products after touching the paint all the year round.

Seeing Ruan Sixian put down her chopsticks, Dong Xian immediately handed her the spoon.

"Did you try it?"

Ruan Sixian didn't answer, and pushed the bowl in front of her away.

"I have something to ask you, I'll talk about the rest later."

Dong Xian shyly took back the spoon, "Ask."

"What's your relationship with the owner of the Futtorian Gallery?"

"what?"

Dong Xian was stunned, "You mean Guo Gaoyang?"

Ruan Sixian lowered her eyes and nodded slightly, "Yes."

"He's my manager, what's the matter?"

Ruan Sixian said: "I'll just say it straight. When I was young, I often took a shortcut to go home from the path behind Nanxi Lane. You probably don't know that, do you?"

The three words "Nanxi Lane" are too far away, and when they are mentioned suddenly, there is a feeling of suddenness.

Dong Xian looked at her blankly, "I don't know."

"Well, I knew you had absolutely no idea."

Ruan Sixian picked up the chopsticks again, did not eat, but just held them tightly in her hands, "Every time I go home from there, I have seen you get off a man's car several times, and that man often gives you gifts, I remember that there is a big mole on his forehead, it is your manager, right?"

"he!"

Dong Xian's brain is not stupid, and she has a natural sensitivity in this kind of matter, as soon as Ruan Sixian asked her, she knew what it meant.

Her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, "He has a wife and children. Are you thinking too much in England?"

Before Ruan Sixian could speak, she stood up impatiently, "I also said what strange things you said in the hospital that day, so that's the case, where are you going?!"

"Don't worry."

Ruan Sixian's brain ached from what she said, "Aren't I going to ask you for proof?"

"Why are you asking me now? How many years, almost ten years! You're only asking me now, so you haven't wanted to see me because of this? I really don't know what to say, will you -"

Ruan Sixian got up suddenly and walked into the kitchen.

Dong Xian also went in, "Speak up!"

"Drink water first."

Ruan Sixian directly poured a glass of warm water in front of her, "Calm down and speak carefully."

She took the water Ruan Sixian handed over, closed her eyes and drank it all in one gulp, it took a long time to calm down.

"Okay, I'll tell you well."

She put down the glass, turned and walked out of the kitchen, and sat on the sofa.

"I met Guo Gaoyang at an art charity event, and I took students to participate in the event."

"He wants to sign with me, but I've been hesitant. What you saw sending me home is his insistence. I don't want your father to know that I'm in contact with a brokerage agency, so I keep it closed."

"As for the gift, he just wanted to express his sincerity."

Ok.

Ruan Sixian couldn't express how she felt at the moment.

She has been holding back for ten years, and no one has asked her. Some people still don't understand why she can't accept her parents' divorce.

She thought, no matter how angry she was, this kind of reputation thing was her last face protection for Dong Xian.

So I have been silently carrying the aggrieved heart.

It turned out that it was really just her own imagination.

Act like a fool.

Seeing that Ruan Sixian didn't speak, Dong Xian asked again: "Why did you come to ask me now?"

"What do you want me to ask?"

Ruan Sixian said, "I was only 14 at the time, can I ask questions?"

For Ruan Sixian, who was still a junior high school student, this kind of thing was beyond her comprehension.

It wasn't until a year later that her parents divorced that she didn't understand what was going on at that time.

In the next few years, Dong Xian went to various places, seemingly very busy, and occasionally came back to see her once or twice a year, and instead of going home, she just waited at the school gate.

It seems that I hate the previous home.

At that time, from her attire, Ruan Sixian could feel that she was getting better and better, but her father's health was getting worse.

From a class teacher to a single language teacher.

Later, I took fewer and fewer classes, and the family conditions naturally declined accordingly.

The two comparisons seem to place the adults in an opposite situation.

At first, Dong Xian and Ruan Sixian's father could maintain a superficial peace and say a few words.

I didn't even say a word after that.

"Okay." Dong Xian raised her hand to signal the end of the topic, but her eyes were red, "You have misunderstood me for so many years because of this matter, I really... feel so uncomfortable..."

She actually walked to the dining table, picked up the soup, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Eat something first."

Ruan Sixian was still sitting next to the sofa, unable to get out of her emotions, and did not want to eat.

She was helpless and didn't know what to say.

The two sat and stood quietly.

There was no warmth in the living room even with the heater turned on.

The heat of the food in front of her gradually cooled down, Dong Xian's heart twitched, and she choked up and said, "Ruan Ruan, let me accompany you during the Chinese New Year, okay?"

It has been almost 12 years, and the two of them have never watched the New Year's Eve, set off fireworks, or had dinner.

Just a little bit, Ruan Sixian was about to nod in her gentle soak.

"I misunderstood you in this matter, and I apologize to you."

She suddenly raised her chin and continued, "But it's true that you abandoned me when I was 14 years old. It's also true that you only took the initiative to visit me five times in four years. When my dad found out that you were married , I went out for a walk in a bad mood and got into a car accident, which is also true. You don’t know how I grew up after the age of 14, so why do you let me enjoy the New Year with you when I have everything I need?”