green eyes

Cheng Jun slammed the door and went out and didn't come back. He called a driver to pick up his things.

The days then quieted down. We were originally two classes of people. Once separated, it was almost difficult to meet again.He never appeared in my world again, and my studio was not hit by any harassment.

Thinking about his noble arrogance, how can he accept that the object doesn't love him, so he doesn't bother to entangle, let alone vent his anger.In his life experience, maybe the love he received was pious and pure, right?He once brought spring breeze and flowers, abundant love and sunshine to my life, but I neglected that there was never any promise in that abundant warmth.Later, I struggled to find my confusion, and finally found that for people like us who will never be able to enter a normal family life, it is very normal to temporarily warm up, comfort, and resolve desires. No one has long expected love and commitment.

This is actually quite good. No one stipulates that life must be the same as the happiness of the public. Parents are caring, lovers are loving, and children are happy.

I've cleaned up my house, and it's not hard to readjust to living alone.Look, I already have a house, I can cook for myself, and I have a stable job. Even if I am given up, I have nothing to lose.Mother was right, when a person is strong enough, he will not be easily hurt.

Only when I saw that set of expensive colored pencils when I was drawing, did I feel a little guilty. I used that set of colored pencils, leaned on the large work table, and drew Cheng Jun. I painted as I wanted all night , 17-year-old Cheng Jun is riding on a bicycle, with disheveled hair, clear and sincere eyes, and the background is matched with extremely brilliant sunflowers, and 30-year-old Cheng Jun is lying on the bed, with the thin quilt gently fitting on his body, Shows a vigorous and graceful body contour.

Since I taught myself how to draw, I have drawn countless things, and even tried to draw the mother in my memory. I came back from get off work in the morning, wearing a worker's fat blue overalls with sleeves, a few strands of hair falling out, and a tired face.

Maybe I know that it is something that I can't have or have never had. I have painted so many things, but I have never painted Chengjun once, but now when I paint, it seems that I have painted countless times, and I am very familiar with it.When the sky was slightly bright, I neatly folded the stack of paintings and put them deep in the drawer.

Soon it was Christmas Eve, but Western festivals miraculously gained many fans in China. There were shining Christmas trees all over the streets, Christmas rings with bells and Christmas lights, and Christmas Eve songs everywhere. Such a lively day is exciting. Will feel extraordinarily lonely.But I didn't go to the bar to have fun like I used to do every year.

It may be that in the days when I lived with Cheng Jun before, the desires and desires of the body have been relieved, so that now I deeply understand that the loneliness in the soul is the pain in the bones. On a certain day without resistance, violent Assault on your weakness violently.

There is no snow in this southern city, so when it is cold, the quiet streets at night look extremely deserted. I put my hands into the pockets of my windbreaker and walked around, when I suddenly heard the faint sound of drums, full of rhythm.There is a small band on the corner of the street, probably students. On weekend nights, they play and sing with a drum, a guitar and a microphone. Because it is the only way home, I often stop and give them I put some change in my guitar case.

I walked over and saw some people gathered on the street at the bottom of the hill to watch. From my angle, I could see a woman holding a guitar there. She had striking long hair, as black as a waterfall. , the sleeves of the long windbreaker were rolled up casually, jeans wrapped her slender and strong legs, and she wore a pair of brown over-the-knee boots. Her feet were drumming little by little. From a distance, she was slender and fit, full of vitality.

My heart moved, and I walked down, and gradually I heard a bright voice singing Wang Feng's "In order to let life continue". The melody is bright, the long hair is swaying in the wind, and the hair is lightly tossed. A pair of eyebrows that are drawn into the temples are black and picturesque. It was very bright red, her eyes met mine, and then there was a smile in those dark eyes, she raised her eyebrows and looked at me and continued to sing.

I also laughed, and stood still at the corner of the street, crossing my arms and watching her sway to the melody. After a song, she gracefully returned the guitar to the young man next to her, then passed through the crowd, and walked briskly towards her. When I came, I opened my hands and smiled all over my face: "Welcome back, Ms. Ding Yun who is forever eighteen!"

She flew into my arms and gave me a firm hug: "My dear green-eyed kitten, do you miss your forever eighteen sister?"

We hugged without hesitation on the cold street corner for a while before I looked down at her: "Why did you go back to China?"

She: "There are some matters over there in the Meng family, and he will go back to China to deal with them."

I stared at her for a while, this is Christmas Eve, no matter what happens, husband and wife should be together, but her smile is bright as if there is no haze, she is no longer young, but she still looks full of vitality, youth is still attached to her, No one can tell that she is forty years old. She is a noble person in my life, a good teacher and helpful friend, who spares no effort to support me and help me get up from the mud. I smiled and stopped asking, and pulled her to ask : "Did you eat? Where is the hotel you booked?"

She smiled and replied: "I'm still waiting to eat your cooking, don't shirk it! You can't eat home-cooked taste in foreign countries. I miss your pickled beans, the oxtail soup you made, and the taro steamed chicken you made. .”

I solemnly said: "Her Majesty has orders, and I must obey death."

She smiled crisply, but I still felt a heavy shadow behind her smile.

It was already dark, I simply cut the smoked sausage into plates, fried minced pork with capers, stir-fried kale, and cooked a seaweed and egg drop soup. She laughed while eating: "Oh, my dear Jiashu, kale Why put sugar! No, no, no, this is damn delicious, who knew fried kale would be so delicious with some sugar? You are challenging my weight loss plan!"

I just smiled and watched her eat. The sugar in the kale is still taught by Cheng Jun. The fried crispy kale has a little sugar in the heart, and when combined with the tenderness and sweetness of the kale, it reveals a delicious flavor. It is crispy and sweet, making people unable to hold their chopsticks.

After eating, she looked at some of my design drawings and pointed me one by one. She looked at the drawing I recently designed for the Li family, and she was surprised and said with a smile: "This is different from your previous style... It’s more dreamy and romantic, full of imagination, it’s unbelievable.” Although we have been separated by two places these years, we still exchange emails from time to time. She is very familiar with my design style, and I said a little cautiously: “ Is it inappropriate?"

She smiled: "No, it's great... living in such a house makes people feel that happiness can be kept... dreamlike happiness." She turned her head and stared at me: "Jia Shu... when I let you into my work When I was working as an assistant in the office, I never thought that you would be able to make it this far.”

I raised my eyes to look at her, and my eyes were slightly moist: "My sister is my noble person." At that time, she showed pity for a moment and asked me to work as an errand in the studio, and then taught me the most basic design from the drawings. Basics, drawing methods, gradually she smiled and shook her head: "No, no, no." She stretched out her hand to brush my forehead hair and stared into my eyes: "A rose is not called a rose, but it is still fragrant as before. You are a pearl, and no one will sit by and watch." Mingzhu casts secretly, everything depends on you, ah, if you are heterosexual, I will definitely marry you."

I couldn't help but laugh: "Brother-in-law is so good, you still pick and choose."

Her eyes dimmed, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong between them... But she has always been very righteous, and if she doesn't tell, I won't ask.

She quickly cheered up, opened the webpage, and told me: "I heard that Tianxin Temple has been restored in Xining Village? It is a building from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. I heard that it has been repaired and reopened. Let's go and see it tomorrow." how?"

I went to see it before the renovation, and now that she invited me, I naturally obeyed. She patted me on the shoulder and said nothing, so I drove her back to the hotel.