After Escaping Marriage [GL]

The sunrise at Xiaoqifeng is a must.

The pale golden color spread in the thick cloud layer like a smash and rotten, and in a short time, the cumulus clouds were burned to a thin layer, like a pale golden mist, shrouded around the clouds and mountains, like floating light, like a glimpse.

In the spring and sunshine in March, she gently lifted up the long curly dark chestnut hair by the woman's ear. Cheng Zhanxi raised her hand and used the end of the oil paintbrush between her thin white fingertips to hook the hair under her ear. Qing Zhan stared attentively at the colorful canvas that was only one step away from completion.

There was no sound at the top of the mountain.

The sun jumped out of the clouds, and the sky became clearer and clearer, like a blue mirror washed with water, the vastness and tranquility.

Cheng Zhanxi put down the palette in his hand and washed the pen in turpentine.

After cleaning up everything patiently and carefully, Cheng Zhanxi straightened up in front of the canvas, tilted his head to look in one direction, and beckoned.

From under the tree not far from the top of the mountain, the servant who came to Cheng's house quickly ran.

The servant looked at the oil painting composed of lines and color blocks on the canvas. The large blocks of color were stacked, and the lines were chaotic and irregular. At first glance, it seemed that the paint was splashed and created casually with the oil brush. Graffiti, bright and colorful, impact the viewer's vision.

She cautiously withdrew her gaze, but she did not have the slightest contempt in her heart.

Because she knew that for such a picture of "Sunrise", which seemed to have nothing to do with the real sunrise, the auction price was the money she might not be able to save in her life.

The world of an artist is always incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Cheng Zhanxi took off the light green apron stained with paint, put it on the chair, and said gently: "I'll move it back to the studio on the second floor for me later, trouble."

"Yes, you're welcome, Miss."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled.

She walked to the heavy locomotive parked aside and stepped on it with one leg. She has a beautiful face and bright facial features, like an undefeated flower in full bloom. . She sat on the locomotive and stepped on the ground easily with her long legs. A heavy locomotive that was too large for ordinary girls was just right for her, adding a wild beauty.

Cheng Zhanxi picked up the helmet buckled on the rearview mirror and was about to put it on when he heard the servant respectfully say, "The housekeeper is here, waiting for you at the villa."

Cheng Zhanxi paused slightly, put on his helmet as if nothing had happened, and buckled it at his chin.

"Understood." She raised her hand to buckle down the visor of her helmet, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Her mother was really persistent and insisted that she go to see Miss Wei, her fiancee who fell from the sky. Cheng Zhanxi, a young and promising painter, suddenly realized at the age of twenty-six that he had a fiancée whom he had agreed to marry since childhood, the only daughter of the third son of the Wei family.

This Miss Wei is very mysterious.

Sijiucheng said that it is big or small, and the Cheng family and the Wei family are both famous families in the capital. You can't see them when you look up, but Cheng Zhanxi has never seen them, or even heard of Miss Wei's name. Her mother should know, but Cheng Zhanxi is free and easy by nature, and she is extremely disgusted by this traditional arranged marriage, even if her mother only said that it was just at first sight, so she didn't ask at all. Every time Cheng's mother mentioned Miss Wei, she would take him into consideration, or she would use the excuse of something else to do something else.

Therefore, Miss Wei's impression in her mind is that Miss Wei's three characters, whether she is beautiful or ugly, round or flat, has nothing to do with her.

Even the housekeeper was dispatched this time, which shows Cheng's mother's determination. Maybe this time, Miss Wei will be at her house when she goes back to her house. She will wait for the rabbits and catch the ducks on the shelves.

but…

Cheng Zhanxi already had a countermeasure.

If it wasn't for finishing the painting, she wouldn't let Cheng's mother nag her at home every three days.

Finally finished the painting today, and the plan can be implemented.

***

Cheng Zhanxi lives alone in a single-family villa on a quiet mountain. She likes quietness when she paints, so few people come here to disturb her.

The carved iron door of the villa was open, Cheng Zhanxi parked the car at the door, took off his helmet, raised his head and shook the long curly hair behind his head, and smiled.

A handsome middle-aged man in a white shirt, black vest, and black trousers walked over, like an English gentleman in the Victorian period. This is the housekeeper of the Cheng family's main house, watching Uncle Deng who Cheng Zhanxi grew up with.

"Zhan Xi."

"Good morning, Uncle Deng."

"Good morning." Uncle Deng said straight to the point, "your mother asked me to pick you up home."

"Okay." Cheng Zhanxi smiled lightly, bowed slightly, and said very elegantly, "I'll go back and change my clothes first, please wait a moment."

Uncle Deng looked at the gray thin coat and overalls on her body, as well as the paint accidentally rubbed on the cuffs, and nodded gently: "Then I will wait for you at the door."

Uncle Deng watched her back enter the gate on the first floor, and made a gesture to the black Bentley parked not far away. The driver drove the car over. The rear door was facing the gate. Uncle Deng walked to the rear door, tall and straight. , calmly and calmly, his hands in white gloves are ready to open the car door for Cheng Zhanxi at any time.

Cheng Zhanxi changed his clothes, washed his face, opened the gap in the curtain with one hand, looked out quietly from the bedroom window on the second floor, and made a call from his mobile phone.

…

Cheng Zhanxi came out of the door. She didn't dress up too complicatedly, she didn't even put on makeup, but her skin was still delicate and translucent. She just wore a classic embroidered white shirt with two buttons undone at the neckline. , revealing a straight and **** white collarbone, as well as a spherical hollow collarbone chain that just hangs in the center of the collarbone, and fitted beige trousers wrapping her slender legs.

Uncle Deng bowed and stooped to open the rear door.

It was not Cheng Zhanxi's polite thank you that sounded in his ears, but the dull and powerful engine sound of a heavy locomotive.

"Uncle Deng, please tell my mother, I went out to collect the wind, and it will take a year and a half to come back—"

The silver-white streamlined locomotive is like a silver-white lightning, which suddenly tore the calm vision, bringing out a strong hurricane, and the rear of the car rolled up with billowing dust. The word "come" was accompanied by the afterimage of the car passing by, and the final sound fell into Uncle Deng's ears.

Uncle Deng widened his eyes in astonishment.

"Goodbye Uncle Deng, Caifeng is back to invite you to dinner-"

When he saw Cheng Zhanxi raised his hand with his back to him, and waved goodbye politely, his white shirt turned against the light, soft and handsome, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

After being silent for a while, Uncle Deng took out his mobile phone and called Cheng's mother.

"Madam, the eldest lady said that it will take a year and a half to go out to collect the wind."

"What are you talking about, it's nice to say it, but you think I'm nagging and want to hide from the quiet." Cheng's mother said, "Forget it, you come back first."

"OK."

"Isn't it just a meeting? It's like killing her."

Uncle Deng smiled and comforted and said, "Madam, young people nowadays are all looking for individuality. The more it is imposed on her, the more they don't want it."

"I knew I had planned for them to meet by chance, and now it's like this..." Cheng's mother sighed.

…

Just when Cheng's mother was worried about how to explain to the Wei family that her daughter went out to collect the wind, Cheng Zhanxi had already boarded the train to Sicheng.

She had a friend in Sicheng, and it happened that the director of the art gallery over there invited her to participate in the art exhibition, killing two birds with one stone.

There is no direct airport in Sicheng. Cheng Zhanxi wanted to experience the domestic train, so he bought a sleeper ticket. She left the car near the train station and asked her friend to drive it back to keep it for her, and by the way handed over the luggage that had been prepared for this "marriage escape".

Sitting across from her is a mother and daughter. The mother is very young and looks about the same age as her. The daughter is five or six years old. She is wearing a white dress.

Cheng Zhanxi took out the sketchbook from his backpack, and drew the scenery outside the car window with a pen.

She heard the young mother speak to her daughter: "Mom, go, fetch water, you are here, wait for me, darling."

The punctuation is very strange, and the speed of speech is surprisingly slow. Cheng Zhanxi's pen can't help but look up.

The little girl was also looking at her, and when she noticed that she was looking at her, she immediately retracted her gaze and shrank into the bed. She pursed her lips, but still did not speak.

Cheng Zhanxi looked away politely.

There was a vague guess in my heart.

There was a sound of "clang" in the ear, and the next plate smashed to the ground, making a crisp ear-scratching sound. Cheng Zhanxi's heart was instinctively startled, and the strokes were crooked. She looked at the little girl out of the corner of her eye, and the girl looked out the window, a little bit. There should be no response.

In front of Cheng Zhanxi, there seemed to be another skinny little girl, for whom the world was eternally silent.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes filled with soft nostalgia, he bent his knuckles, and tapped on the table directly in front of the two of them.

The girl looked at her hand first, then her face, lips to be exact.

She is deaf.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't speak, but pointed his index finger to the other side, then made a fist, stretched his thumb up, and said in sign language: Hello.

She looked friendly and looked at each other with a slight smile.

There was shock in the girl's eyes.

Then, she sat forward a little, tentatively sign language back: Hello.

Cheng Zhanxi gestured with unfamiliar sign language: Are you and your mother going on a trip?

During the time she got in the car, she noticed some details.

When the young mother came back from the hot water, she was surprised to see her daughter chatting happily with her beautiful sister who was sitting on the lower bunk opposite. Cheng Zhanxi raised her head and subconsciously said hello to her mother in sign language. The young mother laughed, and Cheng Zhanxi also laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm too fascinated by chatting."

She pointed to the little girl sitting across from her.

When the little girl saw her mother come back, she couldn't wait to share with her mother what she had just done. The speed in her hands was very fast, and Cheng Zhanxi was dazzled. Her mother also responded to her in sign language with a smile on her face.

Turning around, the young mother sincerely thanked Cheng Zhanxi.

In order to prevent her daughter from being stared at by ordinary people, she tries not to use sign language outside. Her daughter is trained to read simple lip language. As long as she does not speak, no one will think that she is actually deaf. She asked Cheng Zhanxi if she was a teacher in this area and why she could see it at a glance.

Cheng Zhanxi said: "No, I had a friend when I was a child, also..." She shook her head and said with a wry smile, "I got separated later, and I haven't seen each other again."

"So it is." The young mother nodded.

She thought about it and said, "In my daughter's situation, I know many people like her. If you believe me, I can help you pay attention. What's her surname? What's her name?"

Cheng Zhanxi hesitated for a few seconds, then pursed his lips and said, "I... don't know, only know her nickname is Momo."

silently.

A very fitting name.

The young mother chewed this name in her heart, and her heart sank two points first. In the circle of deaf and mute people, there is no one thousand or one hundred who are called silent.

Cheng Zhanxi added: "I'm two years younger than me, and maybe about the same age as me. In short, it won't be much worse."

The young mother waited for her to continue speaking, but there was no further text.

The two looked at each other, and the young mother said, "Understood, I will pay attention." A young woman named Silent, aged 24-27.

The two exchanged contact information.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't report any hope. Twenty years later, even if she found the other party, she might have forgotten herself.

Before getting off the car, Cheng Zhanxi gave the little girl the picture he drew on the car.

In the green rice field in early spring, a little girl in a white dress runs on the field with a big smile, holding colorful balloons in her hands.

***

From the sunny weather to the strong wind and rain, it is only a few bus stops away.

Cheng Zhanxi stood at the bus stop sign and looked down at the 800-meter walk from the hotel displayed on the mobile phone navigation. She looked around, dragged her suitcase across the road, and hid in a 24-hour convenience store on the side of the road. .

There was a rumbling sound of thunder, the wind howled, and the sky and the earth instantly darkened.

The leaves on both sides of the road shivered in the wind.

Cheng Zhanxi was embarrassed to take shelter from the rain, walked around the shelf and took a bottle of drink. She went to the front desk to check out and found a woman's figure in the store.

With her back to herself, she was thin, wearing a black knee-length trench coat and trousers of the same color, adding a sense of coldness to the sound of the rainstorm outside.

His long hair was also black, not dyed or ironed. It was wet by the rain at the moment, and the black became softer and brighter, reminiscent of fine silk fabrics. She tilted her head slightly, raised her hand and picked out the wet hair stuck to her neck, revealing a section of skin from the wrist to the fingertips, very white and beautiful.

The slender and distinct fingers are also wet, showing a cold white icy color.

Cheng Zhanxi bought more packs of tissues.

She walked to the other side and saw a faint little mole at the end of her eye.

Cheng Zhanxi retracted his gaze, reached out and handed the newly bought tissue to her, gentle and polite.

"Hello, I have paper here, do you want to..."

Yu Qingtang turned her head and looked at her.

Cheng Zhanxi forgot to breathe.

She felt that at this moment, her heartbeat stopped.

The author has something to say:

Cheng Zhanxi: Whether Miss Wei is beautiful or ugly, round or flat, what does it have to do with me?

Yu Qingtang: It's me.

Cheng Zhanxi: Really fragrant!