Chapter 76 Be honest before divorce

Chapter 76 Be honest before divorce

Xue Yijie woke up early in the morning. He quietly got up from the bed and started to clean the studio, sweeping away the broken glass from last night. Turning around, he saw the practice room separated by glass was in a horrible state.

"Can this be seen by others?"

Xue Yijie broke out in a sweat.

He used an art spatula to scrape off a few solidified paint lumps on the ground, picked up some pencil stubs used for drafts in the corner with a feather duster, and stuffed some unsightly forked brushes, dried-up paint tubes, and seasoning boards and plates of various colors and materials into the bottom drawer.

There are also some ugly paintings.

Xue Yijie picked up some unfinished works and passed by an easel, on which were sketched several male and female bodies. In his eyes, the works that were practiced without distraction also had a hint of impurity.

Tear off.

The cheap acrylic paper used for practice was easy to tear, so I tore it up and held it in my arms, ready to stuff it into the small dark room.

The small dark room was used to store discarded paintings, and there wasn't even a light on.

There is a huge oil painting of a naked male body hanging on the glass wall. Xue Yijie has no expertise in the human body, so it was given to him as a gift from a painter who specializes in the human body.

This can't be left hanging.

After removing the painting, the crown of a tree came into view through the glass, which was obscured by the painting.

He walked through the practice room and looked up at the tree growing from the first floor. The sunlight shone through the skylight at the top, making the top of the tree look golden.

Open the small dark room.

The smell of acrylic and turpentine was strong and pungent, enough to fill a room full of discarded paintings. Inside, steel shelves reached the ceiling, each layer was filled with storage boxes, sucking away his complacency like a black hole.

There are few people who make a living by their talent who are not crazy, and the same goes for those who are considered top talents in the eyes of outsiders.

Chen Zhen always said: That annoying mushroom-headed painter is always so proud of himself and must be so jealous of Mr. Xue.

Xue Yijie also wanted to vomit her heart out. Empty tubes of paint, gray palettes that were mixed together, and half-finished paintings that were abandoned. No matter how much you like something, if you can't make any progress after trying it hundreds or thousands of times, you will feel disgusted and insignificant.

It makes people unable to swallow spiritually, vomit in pain, and their souls become shriveled.

I can only vomit my heart out.

If he vomits, he will die without a burial place. There are many shining stars in art in history, but painting cannot save him. Who can save him? Who can save him?

Xue Yijie pulled open a storage box, threw the pictures in skillfully and quickly ran out of the dark room. Then he remembered something and ran back to reluctantly pull out a few of the semi-finished products.

The woman's frame was slender and plump. She had not yet put on complete clothes and was only wearing a purple jade bracelet on her wrist.

He was definitely not thinking about anything, he was just practicing on the human body. Xue Yijie's originally gloomy heart when he entered the dark room was tinged with a strange bitterness, and his face was hot.

Grasping the canvas tightly, he took it to the practice room and put it in the drawer.

I went to the kitchen to steam the local eggs sent by Tao Zhimian, the wife of the Director of the Education Bureau, and opened a few boxes of Blue Label unhomogenized milk sent by my wealthy fans.

In the dream, she seemed to like drinking this.

Xue Yijie got dressed and went to the small convenience store downstairs to buy a bunch of toothbrushes. Under the ambiguous gaze of the store clerk, she paid for a box of disposable women's underwear.

He was a little embarrassed, and the clerk and boss was surprised to see him being so tight-lipped. He thought he was more approachable today than before, so he asked with concern, "Sir, how did you do that to your hand?"

Xue Yijie scanned the code for him.

She pushed aside the hair that was covering her eyes, revealing a dark smile that her boss was familiar with.

Politely said, "Let's go."

no answer.

The boss knew he had spoken too much again.

Xue Yijie. He knew him. He was a great painter! Although this place was not as prosperous as the city center, it had a beautiful environment and complete facilities. It was very livable. There were many studios and small roads leading in all directions. There were many famous underground bassists and small artists. He had seen big stars more than once or twice.

The boss leaned back in the recliner behind the counter. There were rumors on the internet that he had a chaotic private life, was a jerk, and was entangled with the prince of a certain group.

In his opinion, that was not entirely true, and he might even have guessed the orientation wrong.

“There are truths and falsehoods in this world.”

"See it and forget it."

Xue Yijie returned to her room and put her things on the bedside table.

Cui Jing put one arm outside the quilt, buried her head in the pillow, and curled her shoulders slightly inward. Xue Yijie squatted beside the bed and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the human body he drew was not realistic. The lines were wrong, the feeling was wrong, everything was wrong. He lay on the bed and could not contain his joy.

"Cui Jing."

She let out a soft cry, and one hand reached back and grasped his hair.

"If you scream again, I'll sew your mouth shut."

Xue Yijie shut up.

After her hair was freed, he stood up and looked at her for a long time, then stole a kiss on the back of her neck and quickly ran to the living room, his heart pounding. He didn't hear any voice scolding him, so he went to the kitchen to bring out the steamed eggs.

Rinse with cold water, peel and crush, and stand in front of the toaster to learn some difficult videos.

For example: how to tie a knot on a cherry stem with your tongue. I studied it carefully and marveled in my heart.

Is this really possible?

How exactly?

The toaster spits out golden toasted bread slices.

Xue Yijie was so startled that she paused her phone.

"call……"

Silently, he half-closed the kitchen door.

After washing up, Cui Jing came out of the room with her hair tied in a low ponytail. She immediately saw a tall and lively ornament behind the glass partition room. She curiously walked around the room to take a look and found that it was not a decoration but a real tree.

She leaned on the railing on the second floor and watched for a while.

The tree growing up from downstairs has a straight trunk and is green overall, with some yellow leaves.

it's beautiful.

Cui Jing’s desire to get a divorce certificate quickly became stronger. Just a while ago, the three-story villa she first looked at in the villa area of ​​Xingfu Community was put up for sale.

She saved the number, contacted the buyer, and went to see the house when she passed by. She was very satisfied.

The first thing she wanted to do after taking possession of the house was to buy a tree.

"So you are here. I made breakfast." Xue Yijie was wearing an apron, a small shirt underneath, a retro plaid wool suit, and her gauze-wrapped hands were holding a spatula.

"Why did you suddenly show up? You scared me to death." Cui Jing took a deep breath, and her breathing was trembling.

"You are too serious."

"I made a sandwich, try it."

Cui Jing couldn't say that she didn't want to eat. She felt that if she really said that, the spatula would hit her neck the next second.

It's really hard for him, this hand.

"Really, I'm sorry to bother you."

The two of them sat at the table. Cui Jing picked up the sandwich and took a bite. Xue Yijie brought the milk that had been warmed up in water to her. There was a thick layer of yellow cream on top, and it had a rich milky aroma.

Cui Jing was about to say something, but after taking a sip, she was immediately hit and ran off track.

"Mm! This feels great."

"It was given to me by someone else. Its shelf life is a bit short. There's another box in the refrigerator. You can take one box back to drink later." Xue Yijie took a bite of the sandwich in a good mood. It seemed as if everything happened in the previous life, and their relationship was back on track.

"Okay." Cui Jing agreed readily.

"I'll move it down for you later." When Xue Yijie went out, she saw a strange car with fallen leaves downstairs. She knew she was driving here, "Would you like to put it in the trunk?"

"Just the co-pilot seat is fine. It's convenient to take."

"Oh."

Cui Jing saw from the corner of her eye that Xue Yijie finished her meal, took off her apron, took out a wet towel to wipe her hands, and her eyelids were twitching.

"Am I...your boyfriend now?"

"..."

How can I have a boyfriend if I haven't divorced yet? Cui Jing stopped. Seeing her like this, Xue Yijie forced a smile.

"Okay, I see."

What did he understand?

"I will keep it a secret from now on and won't let anyone else know."

"When will you come see me next time?"

"I will practice hard."

After all, he became a mistress for love. Cui Jing's mind was full of jokes. She said, "Let's separate for a while."

Why does it feel more like I’m raising a third child?

"Separate? Do you like muscular men?" Xue Yijie was puzzled, thinking about how Cui Jing did not express her liking for his body last night and only responded to his tongue.

"Then I'll go practice some more."

"Hmm? Or were you feeling unwell last night? I'll learn."

"No, it's not these messed up reasons. You just have to..."

Do you have to be the third one?

Why can't I get along with the third person in the original novel? Either I am on the way to be the third person for Zhai Yang, or I am the third person for myself, or I am just in the rumors on the Internet.

He behaved like a gifted artist with no morals, stereotyped, with a strong bad character in his bones, who loved food as spiritual opium and was willing to degenerate. Cui Jing stood up, threw the fork into the plate, and looked down at his face.

What are you expecting?

"I still have a few days to get my divorce, so be honest before I do."