Chapter 60 The Floating Soul

Chapter 60 The Floating Soul

It started to drizzle, and people in the exhibition hall gradually walked out. The sound of car horns was everywhere. The young assistant was guarding the door, hearing many different sounds.

"It's great that Shiro is Beta."

"Yeah, yeah, I've been happy for a long time. I would be really sad if he was an Alpha."

"I don't understand why the venue closed so early in the morning and closed at just 11 o'clock. Does it seem that there are many people coming to see his art exhibition? It's easy to hype."

You are the one who hypes it up!

Before the assistant could clench his fist, his companion interrupted him, "Say it again."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. I won't say anything more."

The young assistant angrily closed the door of the exhibition hall, turned around and found that Mr. Xue's classmate, the mushroom-headed painter, with whom he had a mediocre relationship, was still there, holding a pen and taking notes in a muffled manner.

"That kid looks pretty pretty and sissy, so popular."

He also used some popular Internet terms.

"You're painting so well, you're risking your life."

"Hey, we're closing!"

"Chen Zhen, I was stuck in traffic in the east of the city for an hour before I got here. I have to rush back in the afternoon. I have several painting association meetings tomorrow..." The mushroom-head said confidently.

Chen Zhen couldn't urge him to leave, and he couldn't rush him, for fear of giving his boss a hot search to drive away classmates.

Mushroom-head was writing furiously, and the chatterboxes were still waiting for him to come back after finding out about the enemy. The group of people was wavering between getting inspiration and drawing shit day after day, and gradually they became bored.

All of these new and emerging young painters don't like or have no feelings towards Xue Yijie.

We are all artists, and our families are not short of money. Those who are truly passionate about art will not care about their appearance every day, with lead dust in their breath and paint in the cracks of their fingernails. But you, a guy, dress neatly all day long, and look even richer than the rich second generation.

There is melancholy and melancholy, noble and noble, and the corners of the mouth are customized like a white lotus, just like you are untainted from the mud, we are all mud underneath.

Mushroom Head felt depressed.

They isolated him, but he was the first to refuse to fit in. Xue Yijie was humble and polite. Being polite could mean refusing to get close to others, but being humble must mean being conceited. He was not sincere when he looked at anyone. His innate talent always existed with arrogance. He was very tall and didn't fit in.

"How...how." Delicate brushstrokes.

He looked at the paintings on the wall, jumped back to his studio, threw the brush on the palette, washed the brush in the brush holder, and then unpacked the brush, an ordinary brush, the same brand used by Xue Yijie.

The failed work on the easel was sloppily covered with white paint.

The haze on the mushroom head is visible to the naked eye.

Chen Zhen suddenly stopped the haze and threw the pen into the canvas bag. The cap was not covered, and the ghost left like a ghost came.

Chen Zhen was puzzled and turned around to see two more people outside the side door. Through the clear glass, a black umbrella that was almost sticking to him could be clearly seen. A flash of English was written on the umbrella: "Coffee".

There was a bright red line on the exposed wrist, and the person put away the umbrella. It was Xue Yijie.

"Mr. Xue!"

The glass is far away from sight and looks like flowers through the fog. The man's face is elegant and colder than before. I wonder if it is because of the gorgeous faces of the women beside him, he is much more dull.

"It's me." Xue Yijie pushed open the door and the wind blew in.

Chen Zhen felt that there was something more distant and cold. Wasn't the look in her eyes very gentle? A slender figure walked in, her skirt was a little wet, and the woman said, "Your assistant is a little dull."

"He does have a bit of that," Xue Yijie said.

Where did he stay?

"Just call me Assistant Chen." Chen Zhen smiled maturely. That's what Mr. Xue's friends all called him.

"It's really a bit stupid." Cui Jing didn't know how she got the funny point.

You are the stupid one, your whole family is stupid.

After Chen Zhen got angry, he began to look around. The recipient of the mail he sent that day looked like a woman. Could it be her? Mr. Xue's friend? Friend? More than one.

Chen Zhen couldn't help grinning in his mind, and he figured something out, so he slipped away under the pretext of going to eat.

"Ah Zhen." Xue Yijie's hand holding the umbrella froze.

Who let him go.

As the boss, his capitalist, he was awakened from his blood. He was not at the time of getting off work, so what meal he had?

Cui Jing was fixing his messy hair beside him, and complained quietly: "Didn't the forecast say it would be cloudy today? Suddenly it started to drizzle, and I didn't expect it to be so windy."

Xue Yijie's throat was slightly dry, and the constant temperature air conditioner was turned on indoors. He could feel the body temperature and light fragrance that was radiating when approaching her. She still liked the fragrance of grass and trees so much, and she had not changed her clothes several times.

The presence of my heartbeat came out again.

Stop trying to show off your presence. Stop trying to show off your presence.

Don't you usually jump? You usually jump, why do you have to come out at this time to affect his thinking?

"I'll go get a towel."

Cui Jing glanced at the almost invisible rain marks on the hem of her skirt and said, "No need, it's almost done."

"I'll get you a glass of water."

This is the only way to finish the coffee. Cui Jing didn't stop calling, and Xue Yijie felt resolute and determined to look at death.

Cui Jing began to feel something was strange. He seemed to care too much about her. Even if he didn't spend much time with women, if he was gay, he shouldn't have the sexual brain, that is, the thought that it was difficult to have a pure relationship with the opposite sex.

Cui Jing did not forget why she came here, which was to see the exhibition.

As she walked in, she looked at the elaborately arranged paintings on the walls. She had done some research on his previous exhibitions before coming.

Xue Yijie is a talented painter.

Even if these are just a few words of the novel, when applied to her reality, his paintings bring great spiritual pleasure to the viewers.

Cui Jing thought of the painting "Mother" and objectively admitted that his talent had been unstoppable in his early years, his brilliance was irresistible, and emotion was the top blessing of his talent.

Xue Yijie came over with two glasses of water in her hands, "Warm water."

After Cui Jing took it, Xue Yijie held her water cup with both hands, feeling that her hands had a place to place, and her thinking was comforted.

He saw Cui Jing stopping in front of a painting.

"The painting is a floating soul." Xue Yijie approached.

The angle of the painting is like the protagonist's view from a high place sitting on the window frame, with the sun in the distance and the concrete below, with weeds growing in the gaps. But if you think about it carefully, how can human vision clearly see the slightly burnt window frame above, below, left and right at the same time?

That's more like a third person perspective.

So Xue Yijie said it was a floating soul, like a fish-eye lens integrated into the back of the protagonist's head, with a field of view comparable to that of an animal.

Cui Jing felt a little uncomfortable watching this.

The afterglow of the sunset was very beautiful. The sun was half a duck egg, and its sweet heart was enough to wet the canvas. The color tone was warm, but she thought of a painting with a blue base.

When the Blue Night Stole Down

The woman in the green skirt closed her eyes by the window. Outside the window was a blue night, with orange lights and dogs staring at her owner.

Cui Jing felt not only quiet and melancholy, but also dangerous. The powder on the woman's cheeks was very similar to the cinnabar used in the Middle Ages to make the face rosy in Cui Jing's stereotype, with a kind of unconscious self-destruction.

"I had a dream that day, and the sun was very beautiful," Xue Yijie recalled.

“This painting actually has no meaning.” It was somewhat similar to his out-of-nowhere memory. Xue Yijie now defined the previous lucid hallucination as a memory before his rebirth.

He just wanted to paint this dream.

I also wanted to hang it out, so I was incompatible with the theme of this art exhibition. He still would not pay attention to the many interpretations and controversies that may be present in the future.

"I feel a little sad." Cui Jing actually felt depressed. The work reflects the author's mood to a certain extent. Where has Zhai Yang and him gone now?

On the one hand, he is full of vigor and vitality, while on the other hand, he is forced to interfere in other people's marriages by using the handle of his relatives. It is hard to say whether this identity split in front of and behind the public is a kind of inexplicable spiritual play.

Is Xue Yijie in good spirits now?

As someone who knows some truth, Cui Jing is a little panicked.

In the original novel, the adopted son saw the person who looked like the victim's mother, and sent the unsuspecting "fake sister" to the victim. The victim was so shocked that he couldn't help but check the DNA. What he didn't know was that no matter where he checked, he would get a false result.

Just to give the top something to hold over the bottom.

The lonely family is involved, and the attack sees hope and breeds greater evil thoughts.

Originally, the fuse could be extinguished and the rope could slowly break, but the adopted son didn't want them to break, so he tied a knot.

Therefore, the passive loses his self-esteem, and the active destroys himself while indulging in his desire for control. In the end, he doesn't love Xue Yiji at all, but only loves his own emotions. Even if the ending is a happy one, most readers think it is a BE.

At the end, the author has a bad taste in revealing the truth about the younger sister who was the fuse in the extra story.

Sure enough, such a sad story is a bit disgusting. She was deceived by it and felt so much emotion. She held on to the happy ending and had a heart attack for a long time. Cui Jing frowned slightly.

Are you sad?

Xue Yijie looked at the sun and said in a daze, "It's a little warm."