Chapter 68

Although the rain stopped, the weather was still gloomy, with the cold wind from the moisture piercing. (gegedang fiction website)

in this weather, I don't want to go out even if I'm tired to fight.

When Fu Mingyu called Ruan Sixian, her voice was clear, not like she had slept.

"Didn't you sleep in the afternoon?"

"No, I went out for lunch and came back in the afternoon to do a set of questions."

“……”

Fu Mingyu chuckled: "you are quite powerful."

In the evening, I burst out from the gate of death, stayed up all night, tossed about in bed in the morning, and could read and write in the afternoon.

His girlfriend is really good.

"I ordered dinner for you in the evening, so I can't eat with you."

"Oh..."

"Why do you sound disappointed and want me to eat with you?"

"When do you think your narcissism will change?"

"Well?"

Looking at her smile on the computer screen, Ruan Sixian touched the corner of her lips and said, "it's nothing. I've hung up."

"Good."

After the "beep" on the phone, Ruan Sixian looked at the computer again.

She didn't read a book and spent the afternoon searching the Internet for the word "Dong Xian".

Whether it's a web page or a microblog or a professional forum, almost all the content related to her is oil painting, award-winning, and little about her private affairs.

Ruan Sixian checked the relevant information of the agent again.

The fragrance of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. What's more, most artists devote themselves to creation. They often shut up for a few months, and they don't have the spare time and energy to operate for the sales of their works, the planning of individual exhibitions and other social activities. In addition, most artists are not familiar with commercial activities, which may bury an artist with great potential, Some excellent works have no reason to enter the public's attention.

So the art brokerage management team came into being.

After that, if excellent art products want to enter the art market for circulation, preservation and appreciation, they also need professional brokers and institutions to operate.

According to Baidu Encyclopedia, guogaoyang, a senior agent in the art field, with its rich network resources, made three unknown painters be seen before and after. His artistic attainments were recognized, and then he went abroad and became famous.

But apart from this encyclopedia, there is little information about this person on the Internet.

Ruan Sixian combined "Dong Xian" and "guogaoyang" to search, and there was not much related content.

"Contemporary oil painting artist Dong Xian talks about oil painting art with Mr. Guo Gaoyang of Jiangcheng futori gallery."

"Jiangcheng futori Gallery guogaoyang talks about Dong Xian: it's not too late to be a late bloomer."

It seems that they are all official manuscripts.

Guogaoyang is also a relatively low-key person. There is basically nothing on the Internet other than work-related things.

Web pages on seven or eight pages, keyword adhesiveness has become increasingly low.

Finally, in the vast amount of content, she saw the news that Dong Xian and Zheng Tai'an got married a few years ago.

At that time, Dong Xian was already a little famous. Although there were not many reports about her, there were still some.

One of the reports was forwarded by an oil painting information blogger.

"The matchmaker is my boss. I've met Mr. Dong. He's very beautiful. Ha ha ha."

Ruan Sixian clicks into this person's home page and stops updating her microblog two years ago, but the profile is still "professional agent of Jiangcheng futori Gallery".

The entrance guard system installed in the room suddenly rings. Ruan Sixian closes her computer and walks to the living room with her slippers. At the same time, she sends a message to Fu Mingyu.

[Ruan Sixian]: Here's your dinner!

Just sent out, but saw Dong Xian's face from the surveillance screen.

I'm downstairs, but I didn't come up.

"What's the matter?"

After connecting, she asked.

Dong Xian raised her hand, carrying a food box, "I didn't fall asleep last night, I want to come and see you."

Two people look at each other through a small machine.

One was careful, and the other didn't know what he was thinking.

A moment later, the communicator is interrupted by another dial.

Here comes the real delivery man.

"Hello, I'm the waiter of the Western Chamber banquet. Your dinner is here."

Ruan Sixian opened the door, picked up the food box, looked back at the communicator, and pressed the key to open the door of the unit.

"Come on up."

She didn't close the door. She took the box to the dining room and put it on the table.

Three dishes, one soup and two bowls of rice.

Does Fu Mingyu treat her as a pig?

Just at this time, Fu Mingyu called.

"Go to bed after eating. Don't make a question."

"Oh."

Just at this time, footsteps came from the door. Without looking back, Ruan Sixian said, "don't change your shoes.""You have guests?"

"Well, here comes my mother."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while and said, "I'll hang up first. You can have a good meal."

Putting down her cell phone, Ruan Sixian looks back with chopsticks and sees Dong Xian slowly coming in with a food box and looking up at her house.

She turned her head and saw a big meal on her table, which made her face a little embarrassed.

She went over and opened the box, which contained a cup of soup.

"I thought you didn't sleep well, so I made some soup."

Ruan Sixian took her chopsticks, swallowed half a mouthful of rice, licked the corner of her mouth and said, "sit down."

Dong Xian nodded, sat down and pushed the soup to Ruan Sixian.

"This is pigeon soup. Your aunt picked the fresh pigeons in the morning."

She put out her hand and rubbed it on the back of her hand. There were cracks on her fingertips.

It's an occupational disease that can't be saved by any maintenance product.

Seeing that Ruan Sixian put down her chopsticks, Dong Xian immediately handed her the spoon.

"You try it?"

Ruan Sixian didn't answer and pushed away the bowl in front of her.

"I have something to ask you. I'll talk about the rest later."

Dong Xian took back the spoon, "you ask."

"What's your relationship with the boss of the futori gallery?"

"What?"

Dong Xian Leng Leng, "you mean Guo Gaoyang?"

Ruan Sixian lowered her eyes and nodded slightly, "yes."

"He's my agent. What's the matter?"

Ruan Sixian said, "I'll be frank. When I was a child, I used to take a shortcut home from the path behind Nanxi lane. Don't you know?"

The word "Nanxi lane" is too far away. When it is mentioned suddenly, there is a kind of feeling.

Dong Xian stares at her, "I don't know."

"Well, I knew you didn't know at all."

Ruan Sixian picked up her chopsticks again. She didn't eat, but she just held them tightly in her hand. "Every time I went home from there, I saw you get off a man's car several times, and that man often gave you gifts. I remember there was a big mole on his forehead, which was your agent, right?"

"He

Dong Xian is not stupid, and she has a natural sensitivity in this kind of things. As soon as she asks, she will know what she means.

Her face turned red with the speed visible to the naked eye. "He has a wife and children. In England, do you think too much?"

Without waiting for Ruan Sixian to speak, she stood up impatiently, "I also said what strange words you said in the hospital that day. It turns out that's so. Where do you want to go?"

"Don't worry."

Ruan Sixian was so upset that she said, "don't I ask you for proof?"

"Why are you asking me now? How many years, nearly ten years! You just come to ask me now, so you never want to see me because of this? I really don't know what to say. Will you -- "

Ruan Sixian suddenly gets up and walks into the kitchen.

Dong Xian also followed in, "you talk!"

"Drink water first."

Ruan Sixian directly put a cup of warm water in front of her, "calm down, speak well."

She took the water from Ruan Sixian and drank it all with her eyes closed. It took her a long time to calm down.

"Well, I'll talk to you."

She put down her glass, turned out of the kitchen and sat down on the sofa.

"I met Guo Gaoyang in an art public welfare activity. I took the students to the activity."

"He wants to sign a contract with me, but I've been hesitant. What you see is that he insists on sending me home, and I don't want your father to know that I'm in contact with the agency, so I've been closed."

"As for the gift, he just wanted to show his sincerity."

All right.

Ruan Sixian can't tell her feelings at this moment.

She's been holding on for ten years, and no one has ever said anything about it. Some people still don't understand why she can't accept her parents' divorce.

She thought that no matter how angry she was, this kind of fame was her last face protection for Dong Xian.

So has been a person silently carrying the heart of the grievance.

It turned out that it was really just her own imagination.

I'm like a fool.

Seeing that Ruan Sixian did not speak, Dong Xian asked, "why do you come to ask me now?"

"What do you want me to ask?"

Ruan Sixian said, "I was only 14 years old at that time. Can I ask?"

For Ruan Sixian, who is still in junior high school, this kind of thing is beyond her understanding.

It wasn't until a year later, when her parents divorced, that she sensed what was going on at that time.

In the next few years, Dong Xian went all over the country, as if she was very busy. Once or twice a year, she came back to find her. Instead of going home, she just waited at the school gate.It's like I hate the old house.

At that time, judging from her dress, Ruan Sixian could feel that she was getting better and better, but her father was getting worse and worse.

From head teacher to single Chinese teacher.

Later, with the class is also less and less, natural conditions at home will decline.

The two contrasts seem to put adults in opposition.

At the beginning, Dong Xian and Ruan Sixian's father could still maintain the superficial peace and say a few words.

Later, I didn't even speak.

"Good." Dong Xianyang raised her hand and signaled the end of the topic, but her eyes were red. "You misunderstood me for so many years because of this, I really It's so hard... "

She actually went to the table, picked up the soup, rubbed her eyes and said, "you have something to eat first."

Ruan Sixian was still sitting beside the sofa, unable to get out of her mood and didn't want to eat.

She was helpless and didn't know what to say.

They sat and stood quietly.

There is no warmth in the living room with the heating on.

The heat of the food in front of her gradually cooled down. Dong Xian breathed in her heart and choked, "Ruan Ruan, let me accompany you for the new year, OK?"

Nearly 12 years, the two did not stay over the new year's Eve, set off fireworks, had dinner.

Almost, Ruan Sixian was about to nod her head in her gentle immersion.

"I misunderstood you about this. I'm sorry."

She suddenly raised her chin and continued, "but it's true that you abandoned me when I was 14. It's true that my father came to see me five times in four years. When he learned that you were married, he was in a bad mood. He went out for a walk and had a car accident. It's also true. You have no idea how I grew up after the age of 14. Why do you let me enjoy the new year with you when I have nothing to lack? "