Chapter 15 Grandstanding
After sending Jie Jin away, Cui Jing ran straight out of the hospital after the IV drip because she had been feeling a slight discomfort in her chest and her heart seemed like it was going to jump out of her chest.
The electrocardiogram showed: sinus rhythm, normal range electrocardiogram.
Not even tachycardia.
The discomfort eased after she accidentally walked in a certain direction.
"Where are you going, ma'am?" The driver glanced at the woman in a hospital gown and sunglasses.
"Go ahead, I'll show you the way."
"Okay, ma'am, then use the meter!" The customer is God, and he just follows the meter.
Cui Jing didn't know where to go, so she just drove in whichever direction the pain was relieved.
Finally, Cui Jing rolled down the car window and saw the crowd holding tickets entering the exhibition.
Cui Jing knew clearly that there were two pots of flowers, one large and one small, placed at the corner of the first corridor of the exhibition.
Cui Jing smashed the small flowerpot on Xue Yiji's head with her own hands. The flowerpot was not big, and the shell was light and soft, so the lethality was also not great, which was inversely proportional to the insult.
She sat in the car and observed for a while, then waved to someone.
The man was wearing a cap, hunched over slightly, and sneakily held two tickets in his hand. "Ma'am, do you want to buy a ticket?"
"How much."
The scalper pressed his hat and gestured with a number.
"I want both. Please help me go in and buy one of the small pots of flowers at the corner of the first corridor."
Let’s first destroy the tools used by “myself” in the original plot.
"what!"
"However much did you spend on that flower? I'll double the price."
Inside the exhibition hall.
Huang Niu pulled at his dusty clothes uncomfortably, feeling that he did not fit in here. He walked around the corner of the first corridor and saw two pots of flowers surrounded by red warning tape.
"Ahem." He coughed and called out to a staff member passing by, "I want to buy this pot of flowers. Can I buy this pot of flowers?"
The person he called looked at the pot of flowers. The pot of flowers was moved from her dormitory. It was originally hers, but she added another pot of flowers because she felt it was a bit monotonous.
When she learned that the man was willing to pay 5000 yuan for the flower, she immediately put the flower in his hand, took out her phone and opened the payment code, "This flower is yours."
After finishing the pot of flowers, Cui Jing pressed her hand on a place she didn’t know whether it was her stomach or her heart, and entered the exhibition hall.
The closer you get, the less pain you feel.
Looking at the paintings at the door one by one, compared to the "Mother" painting, the works on display are more skillfully done. The fresh grass and trees like spring waves are so gentle, sticky and creamy that they make people tremble.
Until finally she stood in front of a picture, as if guided by fate.
There was a crowd in front of the painting and she stood on the periphery.
Everyone tacitly lowered their voices to avoid disturbing others. The whispered discussions hit the walls and echoed, entering her eardrums from all directions.
She couldn't see any emotion in this painting, but she could more or less see the emotions in other works. The small blocks of color like the classical spring breeze were superimposed to create thickness, and the brushstrokes were gentle.
Only when the pain in her heart completely disappeared did she turn and leave.
"Grandstanding."
......
Xue Yijie returned to the exhibition hall and asked people to bring the completed paintings over and replace the ones that the assistant had made a mistake with.
A figure passed by him.
Xue Yijie turned around and saw a figure with blue and white stripes, wearing loose clothes with piled folds, and long hair with curled ends.
It turned out to be a hospital gown.
The departing person walked through a long corridor lined with oil paintings on both sides. His figure, outlined by the wind under his loose clothing, looked like someone walking out of a painting.
There seemed to be a familiar, slightly bitter smell of grass and trees in the air.
It quickly disappeared, like an illusion.
"Is there any problem, Mr. Xue?" Someone looked over and saw nothing.
"nothing."
When he was directing people to change the paintings, the young assistant didn't recognize him at first.
He was wearing a floral gray sweatshirt suit and a pure white baseball cap, looking just like a college student.
Her eyes are gentle beneath the brim of her hat.
"Thank you for your hard work." After changing the painting, he stood there and replaced the label. Under the spotlight, his bony fingers, protruding wrist bones, and the old red rope were visible.
Under cold light, the white is slightly blue and the red is mixed with purple.
This was what the woman who came over aggressively saw.
She had a pair of big, bright eyes on her small face, looked pure, and was dressed like a rich girl. She was followed by several big men.
She looked around and saw the small flower pot in the corner that had been moved back by the staff.
He took a few steps forward, put on gloves as if prepared, and lifted up the nutrient soil that was fixed into a cylinder inside the flowerpot. The flowerpot remained motionless in its place.
"Xue Yijie, you are a mistress, you are shameless. He is already married, and you are still involved with him." The flower and the dirt were thrown at the man.
A single word caused a thousand waves and the crowd was in an uproar.
"what's the situation?"
"A married woman or a married man?"
"Don't judge a book by its cover," sighed the onlookers.
"Xue Yijie? He is Bai?"
"What do you know?" someone retorted, "This kind of artist is like this. The more talented they are, the more proud they are. They have many admirers and their private lives are dissolute. Let's look at their works separately from the people."
"No, I can't do it, it's too..." said a girl disappointedly.
"You girls don't understand."
"You are the one who understands me." The girl retorted.
"Don't jump to conclusions. Produce evidence first."
The scene was almost out of control. When the security personnel rushed over, they saw two big men stopping several people with one hand, and a young girl who looked like a college student was pointing at their boss and cursing.
The assistant rushed over like the wind, "What are you doing?"
"What does it have to do with you? Xue Yijie, you dare not take responsibility for what you did!"
Xue Yijie stood there in silence and took the towel handed to him by his assistant. Those words were like a knife that tore open his flesh and exposed the bony bones underneath.
Decayed and dilapidated, like the oldest dangerous building, it is crumbling.
His dignity was gone.
——He was the one who abandoned it. Every time he missed Zhai Yang, it was a betrayal to himself.
"Miss, I think you may need to go to the police station." Xue Yijie wiped off the dirt on her body and said without anger, "Slander and defamation, intentionally harming the personal safety of others."
"Aren't you aware of the dirty things you've done?"
Xue Yijie didn't want to get entangled with her any more. "I recognize you, this... school beauty with a changed face."
The school beauty's face suddenly changed, and she felt like she was being ridiculed.
Just as I was about to walk out, a few policemen came towards me.
"Someone has reported you for libel and slander."
police station.
As soon as Zhai Yang left, his subordinates brought him news, so he rushed over again and ran into Austin at the door.
Zhai Yang glanced at him warily.
As soon as he entered, he went straight to Xue Yiji.
As for the woman next to him, he couldn't remember her at all. She was the one who, according to Xue Yijie, was "generally considered pretty in the school" and who claimed to be his junior.
The school beauty was heartbroken by his indifference. "I was the one who coordinated with you for the sophomore club cooperation. I encountered some problems at that time, and you helped me out. And later..."
"I don't care about that." Zhai Yang interrupted her.
"This man has let you down, why do you still like him? He is just after your money." The school beauty was so disappointed in him that when she looked at Xue Yijie again, there was even deeper resentment in her eyes.
Zhai Yang said impatiently: "You are my confessor, right? You confessed to me, but I don't remember you at all. I don't have any feelings for you."
"I just had to like him."
"It's my fault that I couldn't get him. Why don't you hate me?"
Xue Yijie could no longer sit still facing this farce.
"Xue Yijie!" Zhai Yang called him. After feeling his increasingly cold attitude, he vaguely felt that he was about to lose something.
“Can we go back to the way things were?”
Xue Yijie didn't say anything. He felt that Zhai Yang's insistence was a bit cheap.
He uncontrollably recalled all the "cheap" emotional things his past lovers did and the countless "accidents" he had witnessed. Many coincidental accidents.
It was indeed a coincidence and an accident.
Maybe they are just not suitable, so the world does not allow them to be together well, creating all kinds of troubles.
However, these were not the reasons why he wanted to give up, but rather the poverty of his thoughts due to the superiority that Zhai Yang's family background brought him.
His love was not worn away by time, but seemed to have been worn away by Zhai Yang's mediocrity, which was unable to improve himself.
Xue Yijie didn't look back.
Before Austin followed, he gave Zhai Yang a gloomy look.
He raised his lips slightly and searched out the words [Sunset] that he had used countless times with netizens to describe Zhai Yang these days, with clear and melodious pronunciation.
"A married man with no sense of shame."
After saying this, without even looking at Zhai Yang's reaction, Austin walked out of the police station.
He answered the phone as he walked, his face becoming even more angry.
"Are you sure that the woman in the police station didn't have anyone behind the scenes? If she dares to do that, let her continue to do it. She thinks everyone is a third party and has such dirty eyes, so let her have a taste of being slandered."
"By the way, treat her well inside."
Zhai Yang dealt with the subsequent procedures in the police's surprised eyes after being suppressed, and then floated out of the police station like a wandering soul.
The lights of an approaching car suddenly lit up, and his eyes first turned white, then darkened as if he had gone blind. He tumbled to the ground without feeling anything and lost consciousness.