Chapter 26 He split into 1

Chapter 26 He split into 1

The day of the auction.

At the gate of Zhongmao Auction House, many media and paparazzi were waiting to see some wealthy families who were said to be coming, trying to get first-hand gossip and news.

Xue Yijie was also there, he was selling a work of art.

As soon as he entered, he saw Zhai Yang sitting in the front rows. If he had known Zhai Yang would come, he would not have come.

Austin was sitting next to Xue Yijie. When he saw his love rival, he was stunned at first, and then he tried to hold Xue Yijie's hand calmly, as if to give him some support.

Xue Yijie avoided his hand, smiled and shook her head at him, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

After the guests took their seats, Xue Yijie inadvertently saw a woman next to Zhai Yang, and her pupils moved slightly.

Because he had been looking for a long time, Austin turned his head and looked in his direction, thinking that he was looking at Zhai Yang, and a flash of disappointment passed through Austin's eyes.

"What?" Auston interrupted him deliberately and touched his arm. "What are you looking at?"

"I see someone who looks familiar." Xue Yijie withdrew his gaze, his heart boiling with excitement.

It was that woman that day.

She was radiant today, with a gorgeous look matched with a set of top-notch jewelry, just like a fish with a new tail.

But her beauty was far more brilliant than those jewels.

Sitting next to her was a young man in his twenties. He had an ordinary appearance, but his elegant scholarly temperament added a lot of points to him.

Is that her husband? It turns out she is married.

Xue Yijie's palms were sweating. After realizing this fact, he became absent-minded.

Auston felt even more bitter, and his dazzling hair, which he had carefully groomed, seemed to be a little dull.

Why can't you take a serious look at me? Look at me who has always been by your side, even if that person has someone else by his side, you still can't bear to leave him.

The next thing they both felt was extremely tormented.

Xue Yijie's work was won by the people hired by Austin against all odds and sold for 5.7 million.

Xue Yijie looked down at the time with some indifference to calculate when to leave, then looked up and saw the next piece of jewelry being brought up on the stage, which was said to be a collection-level piece.

He didn't go to the auction house's preview, so he didn't know what was going on.

Pictures of the exhibits appeared on the big screen, and Xue Yijie sat up straight.

A natural violet jadeite with a strong purple hue.

Many people straightened up.

Cui Jing, on the other hand, felt her whole body slump down, with a dull pain in her waist. This kind of pain is often a sign of menstruation, but why did it happen now?

She was also prepared to deal with any unexpected events that might occur.

The auction in the original drama was a "candy" event. Zhai Yang took his wife to do business, buying the exhibits that the old man needed and Bai Yueguang's paintings.

Bai Yueguang bought a rare watch.

Later, after the two had a "brief" reconciliation, Bai Yueguang gave the watch to Zhai Yang. One day, by chance, Bai Yueguang found many of her own works in Zhai Yang's home, many, many.

And what was Cui Jing's role? She had a violent argument with Zhai Yang at the side door after the auction.

What about pregnancy? Zhai Yang's face turned very dark.

Photos of the couple, one with a gloomy face and the other going crazy, were taken by the media and circulated widely on the Internet, implying that the relationship between the couple had broken down and that the woman was suspected of being pregnant and marrying someone rich.

Cui Jing endured it again and again and went to the bathroom. In this kind of place, the bathroom was equipped with sanitary napkins. In order to avoid accidents, she put one on in advance and went to the water room to take medicine. She squatted on the ground in pain halfway through.

The side mirror reflected her red eyes.

A hand handed over a glass of water, with a wedding ring on the finger.

"Thank you." She looked up and saw that it was Zhai Yang who followed her out.

"I feel uncomfortable again." She looked up with a pale face, just like last time. Even though Zhai Yang didn't have much affection for her, he still cared about her. "Let's go to the hospital for another checkup."

Cui Jing shook her head.

"He is afraid of illness and avoids seeing a doctor. How could such an old man be afraid of the hospital?" Zhai Yang found it a little funny.

Cui Jing interrupted him with one sentence, "I'm on my period."

When she went back again, she heard the waiter at the door whispering about how a certain collection was sold at a sky-high price of 50 million yuan, while a painting by an Impressionist master failed to sell.

Most of the jewelry were priced reasonably, except for a purple jade bracelet that was sold for 13 million yuan and was bought by a young man.

"Auctioneer Ling's worth is going to rise again."

The crowds started to pour out and it was over.

Zhai Yang hugged Cui Jing as they went out, and the media who were waiting there raised their cameras like crazy, trying to take pictures of this "lucky young man" from a wealthy family who was appearing in public for the first time after falling off a cliff.

It was the first time that the security guards had to see this kind of workload associated with "star chasing" and they had to drive them around everywhere.

Xue Yijie, a rising and cutting-edge painter in China, was also surrounded.

Reporters surrounded him and asked, "I heard that you are the auctioneer of the work this time. May I ask how much your work was sold for in the end?"

"Do you have any explanation for the plagiarism rumors on the Internet?"

The reporter at the side pushed the person next to him away with his buttocks. "You're still asking about something that happened 800 years ago. I heard that you also auctioned a piece of your collection this time. Will there be any new paintings to be auctioned next? Some netizens are looking forward to your new paintings?"

Xue Yijie saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Sorry, it's not convenient to disclose."

But he could hardly move, not because his steps were blocked by reporters, but because Zhai Yang was talking to the gentle man at the auction house, and the woman he wanted to approach and greet was standing aside with a bright and polite smile.

Zhai Yang's existence further reminded Xue Yijie of her current identity, a third party with moral intervention.

He felt an emotion he had not felt for a long time, like being naked in a crowd, or being fully clothed in a northern bathhouse.

Going against the group rules is shame.

He shouldn't have cared about these rules. Many years ago, after he crossed the rules of his sexual orientation, he also abandoned the secular rules.

He watched them exchange pleasantries, and next he might be looking at the exhaust fumes from their cars.

He really wanted to hear the woman's voice again, and just when Xue Yijie couldn't help but step forward, he saw Zhai Yang put his arm around the woman.

She did not refuse and leaned closer to him intimately. Zhai Yang moved his hand down and put it on her slender waist in a gentlemanly manner without overstepping the line.

Xue Yijie's heart almost broke as the "spring" in the distant land was approaching. The glaciers melted, and huge ice blocks on the mountains rolled down, smashing the trembling, thin and brittle surface of the lake - making a roar that resounded throughout the wilderness.

He had trouble breathing.

It turned out that he was intervening in her family.

She would hate him.

Or maybe she had investigated her a long time ago, but if she had investigated him, why would she have been so polite and gentle to herself in the hospital that day?

Xue Yijie thought sadly.

Why did Zhai Yang deserve her? He watched the car go away. "Zhai Yang... He is really a big trouble."

Austin looked up in surprise and found that Xue Yijie had her eyes lowered, thinking about something seriously. Her expression was still calm, but her face was full of hostility.

"you……"

"Let's go eat." Xue Yijie raised her eyes, her pupils were deep and her smile was as elegant as ever.

The dinner table.

Auston couldn't help but ask him, "Why did you buy that thing, for collection?"

Xue Yijie smiled at him without saying anything.

He was often like this, not allowing others to enter many things. He was the most mysterious Oriental man he had ever met. Austin knew that if he continued to ask, he would be unhappy.

There is a broken bridge of mystery and melancholy in him.

A broken bridge does not allow others to cross.

After the meal, Xue Yijie sent Austin to his apartment and drove to the studio herself.

He lay on the table and looked at the indoor tree.

The wind outside the window blew into the room, and Xue Yijie's desire was stronger than ever.

He painted some more and finally went to the lounge for a nap.

……

Xue Yijie appeared at the auction again.

Dress up to attend.

After the fog cleared, things became clearer. He looked down and saw himself wearing a suit, shirt and tie, with a square scarf and withered flowers folded on his chest.

The scent of perfume is floating in the air.

There was a brown suitcase in the VIP seat next door, and there seemed to be a familiar smell coming from it. The owner of the smell was a short-haired woman wearing glasses, who had the air of a high-ranking office worker.

Xue Yijie recalled the whole person because of the fragrance.

He is very sensitive to smells and will remember them after smelling them once.

But has he ever seen her?

The auction started, but many people were still absent. The figures of those who sat down one after another were like a faint black mist, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

Xue Yijie didn't feel anything was wrong.

He noticed that a few rows in front of him sat a woman who was not visible in much light, as if her face was obscured by smoke, and he could only occasionally catch a glimpse of her indifferent and flashy face.

The silhouette falling on the back of the chair is lonely.

In contrast, the young man on her right had a clear profile, a cool and noble appearance, and a bright body.

Just by looking at his exposed upper body, one can imagine what he is wearing. He should be wearing a suit and tie like himself, which is so perfect that it is far more eye-catching than the collectibles on the stage.

It’s Zhai Yang.

"Bang." The auctioneer banged the hammer in his hand.

"Thirteen million, the third time. Is there a higher price?" No one said anything, so he raised his hand and made the final decision, "Bang! Thank you very much, 5037, thirteen million!"

The auctioneer asked, "5037, are you sure you want to bid for this?"

Xue Yijie looked at his own brand, which was 5037. "I'm sure."

The auctioneer on the stage suddenly looked dark, "Are you sure?"

Of course I am sure.

Xue Yijie thought.

The world changed, and he once again found himself sitting at the opening of an auction.

What is he here for? Xue Yijie's thoughts were slow. Oh, he just came to take a look.

Items were being displayed quickly on the stage and auctions were being conducted below the stage; everything seemed to be accelerated.

Until a Burmese-Yunnan violet jadeite bracelet appeared on the display stand. More detailed information was on the big screen: inner diameter 54.02mm, thickness 13.15mm, width about 11.85mm.

"Nine million, first time," said the auctioneer.

Xue Yijie raised her sign, "Ten million."

"5037, are you sure?"

Xue Yijie was a little impatient. He didn't know why he was impatient. In order to avoid further arguing with others, he raised the sign again, "Correction, it's 13 million. The previous number is invalid."

"Are you sure?" the auctioneer asked repeatedly.

"I'm sure." Xue Yijie said.

"Are you sure? Aren't you going to bid for this?" The auctioneer had a tray in his hand, on which was a rare men's watch. "321 classic commemorative model, sapphire mirror, jewel bearing, full hollow craftsmanship, 18-00 movement."

The light seemed to give the watch a close-up. Through the highly transparent glass casing, one could see the brass mechanical gears in the hollow part turning and interlocking perfectly, the ruby ​​bearings shining, and the magnificence of the metal and the beauty of the natural gemstones complementing each other.

A beautiful balance of precision and rigor with ultimate romantic elegance.

The auctioneer raised his hand and a waiter came down with a tray.

"Well, are you sure now?" The auctioneer leaned forward.

He was dressed in a black suit and his hair was neatly combed. He did not look like an auctioneer, but rather someone who had dressed up to witness a memorable moment.

"I'm sure." Xue Yijie put the watch behind her.

"I'm sure." Xue Yijie spoke for the second time, firmly.

A figure appeared in Xue Yijie's mind. It was the woman sitting in the dark in the row in front of him.

His muse.

"I'm sure," he said for the third time.

He was grateful to her for saving his dying inspiration, without which an artist would die.

The dream collapsed.

Xue Yijie found that his throat was very dry. He opened his lips and found that it was not only dry, but also painful, as if he had eaten several bowls of chili peppers in one breath.

It stings and hurts.

What's going on? Xue Yijie put her hand on her forehead, and it felt hot.

He has a fever, and it seems to be quite high.

He didn't notice that a sweet scent was gradually emanating from him.

It's like the juice of the Qingbi Qingwang bursting out, exuding a faint rose scent, and when you bite it open, you can taste the sweetness and elegance of fermented grapes.

"It's so hot, what's going on?" Xue Yijie's breath was hot. It didn't seem like an ordinary fever or cold, but rather like Chinese medicine.

His whole body was burning hot, making him feel irritable and uncomfortable. The evil fire was gathering in an indescribable and unspeakable direction.

He bent one leg, struggling to suppress the inexplicable desire. When his brain felt terribly empty, the image of the richly colored violet jade bracelet emerged in his mind.

It should be worn on a wrist with slender nails, well-maintained, and as white as mutton-fat jade.

Unique to women's hands.

It exudes a bad jasmine scent that doesn't match it.

"Ha." Xue Yijie closed her eyes and released shamefully, tears of physiology and shame falling from the corners of her eyes.

The smell of fine wine on him suddenly disappeared, and he transformed into a Beta without any smell.