Chapter 77： Art exhibition

Jing Sui Dingding looked at the sketchbook on the ground. Although this is only a semi-finished product, it can even be said to be a few drafts ... but the scene in the painting is something he will never forget.

He once took the boy there and made his solemn promise to him.

That was the first time he was so frank with a person.

Tell someone for the first time that he loves him.

But the boy didn't believe him and eventually left him.

What happened afterwards ... Jing Sui didn't want to think about it. He closed his eyes in pain and raised his eyes to look at the boy in front of him.

At this moment, all the doubts in my heart were all gone.

It turned out that it was you, and ... you remember everything.

Why paint fairy stars? Isn't your heart still caring about me in the slightest, haven't you let go of me?

Such an extravagant hope emerged uncontrollably in Jing Sui's heart, but he felt it should not be.

He had countless words to ask, and even wanted to indicate his identity directly, no longer forbearance, no avoidance, but he finally calmed down slowly, he could not ignore many of these unreasonable things, things should not It's that simple.

Impulse and hasty will only be counterproductive.

If Ji Ling really came to this world in the same car accident as himself, he should have some time to adapt, and with his tender and gentle personality, it is impossible to forget his loved ones in that world and suffer such injuries. After being calm about everything, he naturally accepted his current identity and loved ones.

When a person comes to a different world, no matter how good the disguise is, there must be a process of acceptance, and a teenager is not a person who is too deliberate in the city and it is impossible to be flawless.

But the fact is that he really looks like a person who is completely from this world. It is not fake to interact with Yang Wei. He really takes Yang Wei as his mother and is accustomed to life now. The brightness and happiness in his eyes did not play out.

This is why Jing Sui clearly felt that they were so similar, but still remained skeptical and did not dare to recognize each other.

Ji Ling is like a person who belongs to this world. Now he seems more real and natural. Instead, he in the previous world was a little out of step because of being too kind, and he was more like his disguise.

Jing Sui thought about many possibilities, maybe Ji Ling forgot all that, maybe he only remembers the memory of this world, or maybe he came to this world longer than himself, long enough to have been completely integrated into it ...

He thought of many possibilities, but he never thought of it. Ji Ling clearly remembers everything in that world, but he can remain indifferent.

Why is that?

What is going on in this world?

Ji Ling looked at Jing Sui in doubt, and stretched out his hand in front of Jing Sui, and said, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Sui took a deep breath, and he bent down to pick up the sketchbook on the ground, looked at Ji Ling with a complex look, and said dumbly, "You did well."

Ji Ling froze for a moment, thinking that this Mr. Fu would not be absorbed in seeing his own painting? But this is just a draft, not so good ...

He was a little embarrassed and said modestly, "You've passed the prize."

Jing Sui was silent for a moment, pressing down the painful nostalgia of his eyes, and slowly speaking, "The scenery here is beautiful, but ... why not draw some people?"

Ji Ling's deep eyes on the upper man seemed to have some deep sorrow in it, which reminded him of Jing Sui somehow ... Why didn't he paint people? Ji Ling thought about it, don't look in the eyes, and said, "... I didn't expect it."

is it? Just didn't expect it?

This is not the real answer.

You are lying to me.

Jing Sui Dingding looked at the boy, half a moment, and issued a low, husky chuckle, seemingly casually: "How did you think of drawing such a picture? It is really imaginative."

Ji Lingyi smiled: "It was a novel that inspired me."

He said that he paused here and didn't say more, lest Mr. Fu continue to ask what kind of novel, how serious Mr. Fu looks like an overbearing president! How can you tell him about novels! That's too shameful!

Fortunately, Mr. Fu did not continue to ask.

Ji Ling blinked his eyes and said, "Mr. Fu, I'm going back." This implies that the other party should return the sketchbook to himself!

Jing Sui's throat knot rolled a bit, desperately holding it down, it seemed to squeeze the words out of his chest, raised his hand to return the sketch book to Ji Ling, closed his eyes and said, "Okay."

He needs time to process the information he receives today.

Rather than letting yourself be dominated by emotions and acting impulsively.

Frightened teenager.

Ji Ling felt that there was something weird about the man, but he couldn't say it. He smiled uncomfortably and turned away.

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Near the end of work, Shen Zhuoming came to the president's office and came to deliver the plan to the planning department. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the boss sitting at his desk, looking at documents, but there seemed to be some violations. I walked over the boss's desk, looked at the cup on the table, and didn't drink a sip of coffee, and finally realized what was wrong.

Shen Zhuoming stepped forward cautiously: "General Manager Fu?"

Jing Sui raised his head, his eyes were dark like an abyss, and said lightly, "Let the files go down, you go out first."

Shen Zhuoming felt that the boss didn't seem to be in a good mood, but he didn't dare to ask any more. He quickly put down the documents and went out. After closing the door, he looked confused. What happened to the boss? Why look like a lost soul?

Jing Sui closed her eyes.

Everything in the past is slowly replayed in his mind, even if he only thinks about it once, it seems to dismember himself, but he still thinks back slowly, not willing to let go of any details, and after coming to this world , Meet the scenes of Ji Ling ...

Trying to find clues from his memory that he ignored.

Something that was very important was ignored by him, but he couldn't think of anything.

‘How did you come up with such a picture? ’

‘This is a novel that inspired me. ’

The dialogue between these two words flashed across Jing Sui's mind, like a white lightning, across the dark endless night sky.

He thought that this sentence was just a dodge of Ji Ling. Ji Ling was unwilling to say things about the world in front of strangers, so he used the novel as an excuse to fool himself, but ... why didn't he find other excuses? Like dreaming or something?

Why is it that it is a novel?

Seemingly insignificant details may be the key to success or failure, and the only way to approach the truth.

Jing Sui slowly opened his eyes and opened the computer's search page. His finger remained on the keyboard for a long time, and then he entered two words: Jing Sui.

Hit enter and search.

A whole page of information appeared in front of him without warning, and was not completely obscured.

Jing Sui's pupils slowly contracted, his fingers trembled and shook, his face tightened tightly, and finally, the first web page was opened.

A novel interface appeared in front of him.

Ten hours later.

Jing Sui leaned back on the chair, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and covered the ridiculous sorrow, thin lips slightly opened, a chuckling chuckle overflowing into the lips, and the laughter grew louder, and finally became He laughed without a doubt.

Throughout his life, he always pretended to be calm and rational.

He has been an prince of the Empire since he was born. He was taught to pay attention to etiquette from an early age. He became emperor even when he was the emperor. Even when he was the most angry and most painful, he would not be rude to others and would not be treated by others. Seeing my emotions, even when I am alone, I seem to forget how it feels to indulge, and never laughed like I do now.

But at this moment, he felt ridiculous.

Laughing can't stop.

The throat seemed to be scraped by a knife, hoarse and painful, every laughter, breath, and relentless vibrations pulled on the chest, and then spread the pain to the whole body. After a long, long time, the laughter finally stopped.

It was late at night at this time, and the company was empty.

Quiet needle drops were heard in the office.

Moonlight projected from floor-to-ceiling windows-come in, and a little light in the high-rise building outside, real and psychedelic.

He finally understood where the disharmony came from.

And finally understand why Ji Ling can face everything calmly.

Jing Sui would not expect that Ji Ling, like him, would come from the world of that false book, because then Ji Ling would not say that this was inspiration from a novel. This sentence clearly showed a Fact-he knows the existence of this novel.

He is not the original Ji Ling, but the Ji Ling of this world.

A Ji Ling who has seen this novel.

He was originally a person from this world, and Yang Wei was also his real mother, so she behaved so naturally, and could remember everything clearly, but pretended not to remember.

For him, everyone in the world, including himself, is just a character in a novel.

A false existence.

And now I think about it carefully, the kindness and softness of the teenager he found inadvertently revealed is actually his real side, because he is not the original “Jiling”, but the young Ji Ling from this world, he is not used For doing evil things, not accustomed to hurting others, having a soft and compassionate heart, but not acting well ... this can also explain why he was involuntarily attracted to his true side.

Because according to this novel, he would not fall in love with him.

The boy is so kind and gentle, he has all the aspects that attract him, but he doesn't love him.

Now that he knows the novel and all the plots, it is impossible to be deceived by Carlos, which means that everything is his disguise, but an excuse he uses to escape from himself.

He knows everything like a god, watching his fall but leaving coldly ...

Everything is fake.

He never loved him.

Jing Sui raised his hands and grabbed his placket. He pressed his fingers hard and clenched his fist into his chest. His tight thin lips did not have the slightest blood, and sadness, pain, and embarrassment appeared in his eyes.

In your eyes, I am just a ridiculous character in the novel, an existence that you can't avoid ...

So there is no me in your paintings.

It turned out that from beginning to end, I was the one who loved himself.

………………

Ji Ling knew nothing about this, and did not know that a casual sentence completely exposed her identity.

He has been busy recently. After determining his thoughts, Ji Ling is busy preparing his works for exhibition. He has painted several paintings, including Celestial Star, Emperor Star, and Blue Sea Star.

The magnificent and wonderful pictures engraved in his mind slowly jumped onto the paper, and after art processing, they became beautiful pictures.

Wang Yixin and others took a look at Ji Ling's paintings, and then looked at his own. I wish I could throw my paintings into the trash can. Sure enough, the talent between people is different.

They are not jealous of Ji Ling.

After all, not every art student is full of pursuit? And the existence of such scumbags!

Ji Ling stays up late to late every day, and devotes herself completely to her creation. She comes out early and returns late. After one month, she finally prepares her work.

This art exhibition is hosted by the Academy of Fine Arts and the event is scheduled for Saturday.

Rather than call them to help before 6 o'clock, a group of students are busy, setting up a display stand, buying water and water, moving chairs and chairs ...

Ji Ling also rolled up his sleeves to work hard and was full of fighting spirit. This was his first college event, and he wanted to show his work to others. It was inevitable that he felt excited.

Passing students stopped and watched curiously, a fresh and natural atmosphere.

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Apartment near the school.

Wen Yan looked at the time on the phone, one minute, two minutes ... four o'clock.

He stood up and walked to the door. When he put on his shoes and prepared to go out, the door suddenly heard the sound of the key opening the door, so he stopped.

The door was pulled open from the outside, wearing a black waist-length off-shoulder dress, and a woman with charming makeup came in. She didn't look young, but she was well-maintained, the charm was still there, and the eyebrows were still touching.

But at this moment, she looked at Wen Yan with sarcasm and disgust, and glanced at him coldly: "Where are you going?"

Wen Yan said lightly: "Go to school."

Han Yun looked at his careless attitude, and the depressed anger immediately came up, angrily, "Go to school? I said to you that I will let you wait at home today, and go out with me to meet the young lady of the Zhou family, Did you forget it? What is your attitude? "

Wen Yan's narrow and long Feng Yang's eyes were raised slightly, and her thin lips were raised, and her voice was faint: "I haven't forgotten, so I'm going to go out early to avoid hitting you."

Han Yun looked at him in disbelief and trembled with his fingers at him: "You, what are you talking about?"

Wen Yan looked at her lazily and laughed: "You need me to repeat it again?"

Han Yunqi's face turned pale, and he hated iron and steel. "Did you know how much work I have done to give you this opportunity, do you still have a hard time grasping it? I am broken for your business every day When you get your heart, you do n’t take it at all! Do you know that if you can marry Miss Zhou, the old man will look at you more and your dad will not always ignore you. I heard that your good brother, Recently, she is also thinking of Miss Zhou!

Of course, you can't compare to your elder brother. Without him, he has a wrist and a weak character, but maybe someone like Zhou likes you like this? After all, women today do n’t necessarily like strong men. It ’s not hopeless that you coax her into letting her ... ”

Wen Yan watched her gushingly, her eyes looked cold.

Yu Wenyan is an illegitimate child and has a profitable love-a mother and a mother, have been used by mothers as a tool to marry a wealthy man since childhood, don't look at the school's funny and humorous image, and the school grass title is very popular. In fact, the character is weak and not responsible. Every movement was controlled by his mother, which was just a ridiculous poor worm.

At the beginning, Han Yun hoped that her son would help him marry into a wealthy family. However, Grandpa Yu was an understanding person and did not give them the opportunity for her mother and son to enter the room. Later, Han Yun pinned her hope on her son to gain the cultivation and attention of the Yu family. Wen Yan himself is far less capable than his elder brother Yu Wensen. He is about to graduate from the university and is still a marginalized person. The Yu family ’s industry has not touched a bit and is completely excluded from the center of rights.

Gradually, Han Yun also stopped this thought, and hoped that his son could talk about an identity girlfriend, so that their mother and son's identity would rise with the water.

Although Yu Wenyan is very popular in school, he has never been in love, because his marriage contract is to be used for trading. As a wealthy marriage product, he is still an unloved illegitimate child and an entangled ex-girlfriend. They are not extra points.

Although he resisted such a life, he was scolded and abused by his mother since he was a child, and used to obey.

As a lowly illegitimate child, she has neither the ability to change the status quo, nor the courage to fight for power. She is pinched and played by a woman with **** in her hands, and is often reprimanded by her father. She is insulted by her brother. It is really not commendable Life.

Not long ago, Yu Wenyan attended Yu Wensen's party and was drunk by several of Yu Wensen's friends. He woke up and changed his personality.

Wen Yan thought absently.

Han Yun talked bitterly for a long time, but found that Wen Yan not only didn't listen to it, but looked like she was so distracted, she couldn't beat her up. Why did she have such an unpromising son! Not only can't help her marry into the Yu family, but she won't even fight for her own things. Making them mother and son is a joke in the Yu family! No help at all, waste!

"Go to change clothes and see Miss Zhou." Han Yun thought of the blind date for a while, and commanded angrily.

Wenyan raised his eyelids. "Sorry, I'm going to class."

Han Yun was finally furious! Although she gave birth to a waste son, everything was unsatisfactory, but at least she was obedient, but now she dares to disobey her in person! It was unbearable, she didn't even want to raise her hand to hit Wen Yan!

The result wasn't close, and her wrist was suddenly held by a cold hand. The fingertips of that hand were like ice, slowly exerting force, making her painful complexion pale and the blood cold.

Han Yunxuan looked up and looked at the pair of dark eyes with no temperature. There was a cold and dark look in those long and narrow eyes. She shuddered and felt like she was staring at a poisonous snake. She may die at any time. Burial place.

How could this be ...

How could this child have such terrible eyes ...

Wen Yan looked at the scared woman, slowly, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Stupid, despicable, greedy, cowardly ... A human woman has almost all the inferior qualities that human beings have, even after thousands of years of change, no matter what the world becomes, no matter how long the life span becomes, the universe How fast it has evolved ... Human nature is very similar and has never changed.

It's ugly ...

But Wen Yan seemed to see a trace of herself from this ugly woman.

That greed and selfish, vicious and ruthless self for all means of money.

If he was before, maybe he would care about it. He would not hesitate to crush all the obstacles in front of him, step on all those who value him, let them die in pain and despair, and let people fear him.

He had spent almost his entire life just to stand high enough to despise everything.

But now he just feels ridiculous.

Even if you have everything, you ca n’t keep a person you want to stay. Even if you have power, you ca n’t change anything, so why do you have to fight again?

He was tired of the game of power.

There is no one in this world who he wants to protect at all costs.

It doesn't make sense at all.

Han Yun didn't know why, her frightened body was stiff, she trembled and said, "What do you want to do ..."

Wen Yan's smile was cold and indifferent, and his eyes were cruel, but his voice was gentle: "I just want you to stop disturbing me, okay?"

Otherwise, if I get angry, I may not tolerate you any more.

Han Yun looked at the youth. This man clearly has the face of her son, but he seems to be a stranger, cold and terrible, as if the devil had occupied the shell. He looked at his eyes as if looking at a The humble ants, if they continue to be wanton, may irritate the other party by being kicked to death ...

Who is he, exactly?

Wen Yan let go of his hand, faintly looked away, and walked past the woman.

He came slowly downstairs, raised his head and squinted his eyes, and the warm and gentle sunlight fell on him, and he could not help but chuckle his lips and smiled.

You see, I really changed a lot.

You can also live like an ordinary person and try to respect the lives of others. Although I don't like her very much, I haven't let the noisy woman shut up forever.

Wen Yan remembered the young man's smile and his eyes were gentle. After a while, the tenderness was deeply hidden again, and it was not easy to show people.

He came slowly to the school and walked on the tree-lined road.

The students walking around in twos and threes were full of youthful vigor. Although it has been a while in the world, Wen Yan is not adapted. There is no such thing here, but it does not matter. He is very good at disguising himself as a member of this world.

As for his heart, he has never been and need not be understood.

The only young man who made him want to take out his heart and devotion was no longer there.

"Hey, the Academy of Fine Arts is holding an exhibition, let's go and see."

"Okay, there are many beauties in the Academy of Fine Arts."

"You guy ..."

"There are a lot of excellent works over there. The new students are really amazing now."

The conversation around him fell into his ears intermittently.

Wen Yan held the book in one hand, and moved forward with a calm expression.

These things did not arouse his slightest interest. The place where the art exhibition was held was very lively and very lively. When he passed by, he just glanced at it by the way.

That glance, through the gap of the crowd.

Then I saw the pair that was in the most prominent position-the beautiful starry sky.

Wen Yan stepped, and the book in his hand fell to the ground. 2k novel reading network