Chapter 71 Transparent Man
The lake outside Xue Yijie's studio window is a brightly colored purple.
The purple neon lights along the lake blend into the night, making the black and purple-themed Halloween atmosphere even more intense. The Chinese take advantage of Western festivals to indulge in revelry, and their reverence for the Ghost Festival is just like the Christians' avoidance of Halloween.
On the studio table stood a hollowed-out pumpkin filled with flowers and surrounded by a low-temperature light string, which emitted a warm halo and outlined the man's clean-cut profile.
The man received blessings from all over the world in this halo, but the blessings he wanted had not been responded to yet.
"Happy Halloween."
The message to Cui Jing was sent a long time ago.
Xue Yijie said "I like you so much" on impulse last time, and he never bothered her too much since then, only occasionally sending her a few greetings. He got no response.
Xue Yijie stared at the other person's cat avatar and felt annoyed.
【Auston】: Have you slept well recently? Happy Halloween.
"Sister" also sent her blessings, saying that she was living well abroad. Although Xue Yijie knew that her sister was not her real sister, she did not abandon her. Instead, she sent back the paternity test done abroad.
Xue Yijie replied one by one.
Qin Sheng posted a four-grid circle of friends, Xue Yijie liked her post and started to post pictures.
Game City Doll Loot.
Small bread before meal.
It should be the same restaurant, with a cheese cart surrounded by a half circle of glass.
The only photo with a person outside shows a person standing sideways on the central street looking at a shop window. Her face was out of focus. Xue Yijie only saw the vague shadow and knew it was Cui Jing. She was holding a cowhide paper bag in her hand, and the corner of her clothes with a label was plaid, which was not her style. It was probably Qin Sheng's.
The photos were taken very informally, with poor technique, like a collection of junk photos taken in a hurry. Xue Yijie could only get a glimpse of other people's lives from the information revealed by these "junk photos".
The bread was probably a casual photo taken before the meal because I was bored, and I ate it right after the meal. The same goes for the cheese cart at the back used to pair with the wine. I took it while waiting for the chef to introduce it.
The vague shadow of the shopping mall and the smile printed on the window glass are irresistible.
Xue Yijie felt like a dark and transparent person, deducing other people's happiness through the screen, thinking about the dolls she had grabbed, the meals that outsiders were not even worthy of seeing the pictures of, and the shops she had visited. She might even help choose clothes for Qin Sheng and tidy up the irregular collar of the new clothes due to the tags hanging on them.
She is not divorced yet.
As a heterosexual man, he should not have too much contact with her life, but he is obviously supposed to be Cui Jing's lover.
Xue Yijie's eyes were wet, and Cui Jing replied to him: "Have fun together."
Her reply was a good signal, and Xue Yijie's mood immediately improved. He left the window and took a photo of the Halloween-themed painting he had drawn and sent it to her.
[Cui Jing]: It looks very good.
Xue Yijie packed up the paintings with dried paint. She liked them, so she sent them to her.
Cui Jing put down her phone while replying to the message.
Fan Ci'en stirred the porridge, drank the rice soup in a few mouthfuls, and picked up the few grains of rice at the bottom.
“Who should I reply to?”
Cui Jing looked at her strangely. Are they so familiar with each other?
"Is there anything you want? I'll give it to you."
"No." This touched Cui Jing's sore spot again. She actually didn't shy away from receiving gifts, and still deliberately said, "My husband can buy me whatever I want."
Fan Ci'en knew this was the truth: "When are you going to divorce him?"
"Why should I divorce him?"
"Doesn't he have someone else outside? You still want to be with him?" Fan Ci'en thought that the previous matter was written off and she deserved a better attitude, but Cui Jing was very calm. She wanted to take credit, "Do you want to teach him a lesson? I'll help you, ok?"
Cui Jing said nothing, got up and took the kettle to get some water.
He slapped her in the face again.
Fan Ci'en watched her take out the dried fruit tea bag from the cupboard and put it into the flower teapot as if no one was around. Fan Ci'en had a severe headache. This was not what she wanted. She shouldn't treat herself like this. Her eyes felt a little strange. Fan Ci'en rubbed them. After a brief needle-like pain, she looked towards the kitchen again. Her vision was distorted and blurred.
I don't know if it was a foreign object that entered the eye and rubbed or scratched the cornea.
Fan Ci'en sat on a chair and made some repetitive noises. She moved the empty bowls back and forth and scraped the bottom of the bowls with a spoon.
The kettle had begun to whistle.
Cui Jing walked over with a small medicine box and took the chopsticks from Fan Ci'en's hand to prevent her from becoming the second source of noise.
Fan Ci'en looked up, his vision blurry as he saw a man carrying a white box with a bright red word "Medical" plus a sign in the center. He suppressed his raging heart.
Cui Jing opened the medicine box and took out a roll of gauze. She didn't pay attention to Fan Ci'en's unnatural eyes.
"I'll give you a simple bandage and go to the hospital."
"What?" The sound of the kettle was sharp, and Fan Ci'en raised his voice.
Cui Jing had to move closer and repeat it.
"Are you concerned about me?"
"What if you get infected?" Cui Jing turned a deaf ear to her trash talk.
"I have always been in good health, let alone differentiate again." Fan Ci'en said this and still let Cui Jing bandage her. She smelled fragrant when she got close to her.
"Okay." Cui Jing wrapped it around her hair a few times, thinking that if she wanted to disinfect the wound under her hair, she might have to shave off the hair. That would be a bit funny, so she couldn't help but smile.
"Go to the hospital."
Fan Ci'en felt that she seemed to smile, and receiving such care, she vaguely felt Cui Jing softening, but it was not clear.
"it is good."
"Let me see your eyes." Cui Jing leaned over.
Fan Ci'en looked at her stiffly. Cui Jing focused on checking her eye, which was obviously redder than the other one. After disinfecting her hands, she opened her eyelids and did not see any obvious injuries. "Are you feeling discomfort in your eyes?"
"Ah."
"Does it hurt?"
"I can't see clearly."
Cui Jing was a little surprised. She couldn't see clearly? "When did it start?"
"Just now, I rubbed my eyes a few times, and that's it."
Cui Jing felt that she had given her enough sweet treats, so she took her phone and said, "Password, call your secretary and ask him to take you to the hospital."
"You go with me."
Fan Ci'en hated her silent response, which sounded like cold violence. She grabbed Cui Jing's hand and pulled her body forward, causing her to stagger forward. Feeling her weak struggle in protest, her body suddenly became excited, and the scent of mint permeated the air.
"I really like you." Want to make/love with you.
Cui Jing was silent for a long time: "I don't believe it. Fan Ci'en, I'm a little afraid of you."
You are too dangerous.
Being with her was like trying to play with chestnuts from the fire. Her nerves were always tense as she tried to weigh whether she needed to be comforted, otherwise the fire would be too big and burn her to death.
Fan Ci'en showed a look of confusion.
"Ding Dong—" Zhang Ye arrived really quickly and the doorbell rang again.
"Let's go to the hospital, Fan Ci'en, I'm sleepy." Cui Jing pulled her hand back and secretly rubbed her red wrist. She was as strong as an animal.
"sorry."
Fan Ci'en looked at the scorching color on her wrist bones and suddenly realized: Cui Jing is not those slutty men with hard body. If she is too rude, she will leave a shadow on her.
But is she caring about herself today?
Caring for her eyes, bandaging her wounds, her hands bandaged around her ears, the gauze tightened and made a sparse sound, which was transmitted to the brain through the temporal bone. She looked at her eyes with concentration, and then she rejected her love.
Madame was just frightened by her.
"Goodbye." Fan Ci'en decided to leave with Zhang Ye first.
When Zhang Ye saw the condition of Sister Fan's head, he was immediately horrified and wanted to check whether Cui Jing was intact, but the dissatisfied Fan Ci'en pushed his head back.