After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Cheng Zhanxi had just finished chatting with the director of the art gallery in Linjiang City, and declined the other party's invitation. When she came out of the art gallery, she glanced at her watch and stepped on the silver-white heavy locomotive parked on the side of the road. A hurricane swept up the air. People only had time to see a beautiful back, and the silver light galloped away in one direction.

Twenty minutes later, Cheng Zhanxi struggled to find a parking space and took the elevator to the third floor of XX shopping mall.

As soon as the elevator opened, the standing sign on the front read "New Book Book Sale by Cheng Mo, a well-known best-selling author". The details listed the representative works of the author Cheng Mo and her brief introduction. It was not the first time that Cheng Zhanxi saw his stage name appear in such a face, but he was still in a trance for a few seconds, and then the corners of his lips burst into a smile unconsciously.

Don't get me wrong, this Cheng Mo was not referring to her.

It is not surprising that 1.4 billion people in China have the same name and surname, and even take the same stage name.

Cheng Zhanxi's painting circle is a niche, and her stage name is only irritating in the circle. When she goes to the street and asks a passerby whether she knows the painter Cheng Mo or the writer Cheng Mo, passers-by will definitely say the latter, because the latter's novels Last year's adaptation of the TV series was a big hit, even with the author himself more famous.

Cheng Zhanxi and another Cheng Mo are not from the same circle in essence and do not affect each other.

Cheng Zhanxi looked around and saw that the new book signing queue was already long.

Cheng Zhanxi went to buy a book, and walked to the end of the line in an orderly manner. The two or three little girls in front of her held the book to their chests and were looking around along the long dragon, excitedly discussing in a low voice--

"I waited for a long time for Cheng Mo to come to Jiang for the signing ceremony, and finally I can see the real person woo woo woo."

"I heard that the real person is super good-looking. The sister I met her at a bookstore before signing for sale became a face fan. I bought three books on the spot and evolved into a book fan. If she hadn't had a job and couldn't get away from it, she would have to do it this time. Here comes Jiang Chasing Xing."

"real or fake?"

"You'll know when you see it."

"have you seen?"

"...No, but she writes so well, she must be beautiful!"

"..." The person who asked the question laughed, "Okay."

The chattering little girls looked away from the table in the distance, turned their heads inadvertently and saw Cheng Zhanxi standing behind, their eyes couldn't help but stop.

Now the weather is suitable, Cheng Zhanxi wears an oversized suit jacket with a light-colored shirt, loose wide-leg trousers wrapping his straight and slender legs, and a pair of white canvas shoes on his feet. The trousers are slightly shorter, revealing **** and delicate ankles .

One of the little girls turned his head slowly, lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and searched for an interface. She looked at the dress of a model in an international brand show, and then matched the dress of the woman behind her. Mom, why does this person dress better than the model?

The second little girl bit her ears: "Which one looks better between the Cheng Mo you said and this young lady?"

The third little girl couldn't help but look back at Cheng Zhanxi, pretending to be unintentional, and then glance at him.

The queue in front was too long and the progress was slow. One of the little girls summoned up the courage to chat with Cheng Zhanxi: "Are you also a fan of Mr. Cheng Mo's book?"

Cheng Zhanxi replied with a smile, "Yes."

From a certain point of view, this sentence is a fact, not only book fans, but also die-hard fans. Every book looks at what she wrote.

The little girl stared at the shredded light in her peach blossom eyes, her cheeks were slightly hot, and she continued to ask without words: "How long have you been fanning her?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "It's been more than 20 years."

Little girl: "..."

It has only been two years since Cheng Mo published his first book!

The little girl laughed dryly and turned back again.

The long dragon in front of Cheng Zhanxi gradually shortened, and the little girls began to discuss in a low voice——

"Ah? Why is she wearing a mask?"

"She's been wearing a mask all the time."

"Then how did your friend see her prosperous beauty?"

"She took off her mask when she was drinking water that time."

"..."

So it takes luck to see her face?

"We silently depend on our talents, not our faces." The little girl said, "It's not the same as those who sell beautiful writers all day long!"

Cheng Zhanxi couldn't help but smile.

Apparently a loyal reader.

***

After Yu Qingtang signed the book in hand, she handed it to the reader in front of her with both hands, moved her sore wrist, raised her head, and smiled on her face behind the mask: "Hello..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, and she looked in surprise at the smiling woman in front of her.

"How did you come?"

"Come to support the great writer." Cheng Zhanxi handed over the book.

Yu Qingtang smiled and rolled her eyes, opened the cover skillfully, the signature pen hung on the title page, and said, "To whom?"

Cheng Zhanxi raised the corners of his lips and raised his tail: "You can do it."

Yu Qingtang lowered her head, wrote two lines of words smoothly, closed the cover and handed it back, saying, "I'll ask someone to bring you a chair, you wait for me by the side."

Cheng Zhanxi said obediently, "Okay."

Cheng Zhanxi walked to the side, opened the cover, and the title page read in dashing lines: To the little cutie who cried last night, I really want to kiss you.

Cheng Zhanxi blushed when he saw the old face, and hurriedly closed the book and clasped it in his arms.

The little girls just got the signed book and expressed their feelings of seeing a real person at a place a few steps away from Cheng Zhanxi.

"Even if you wear a mask, you can tell she's a beauty just from the top half of her face!"

"Her eyes are so dark and bright, my heart almost jumped out when I looked at me. Is she single?"

"Is the wedding ring on her left hand not flashy enough?"

"Hahahaha I was looking at my face, I didn't notice it."

Sitting not far from the signing table, Cheng Zhanxi, with his outstanding appearance, attracted the attention of many readers at the scene. During the long and boring queuing time, there was a seductive young lady sitting there. But everyone didn't associate her with Yu Qingtang, thinking she was a staff member of the bookstore.

Yu Qingtang suddenly picked up the mineral water bottle on the table, and put her beautiful fingers on the bottle cap.

Then she hooked her thin white fingertips, and the mask hanging on her ears fell to one side, revealing a face that was eclipsed by the world.

The audience suddenly fell silent.

She raised her slender neck, took a slow sip of water, closed the bottle cap in the silence of the crowd, and hung up the mask again.

The stagnant air re-flowed.

Yu Qingtang looked at the stunned reader in front of her, stretched out her hand, and said gently and politely, "Hello, won't you give me the book?"

The little girl was completely stunned, and her two remaining friends had the same expressions.

After more than ten seconds, they all took out their mobile phones, clicked on the Weibo topic #chengmolinjiangxinbookbook#, and posted on Weibo——

[Ah, ah, ah, I saw Cheng Mo's real person, I died, I didn't, I sat down in the coffin! Whoa, what a fairy! The countless little walls I've done can't compare to a single hair of hers, and even the big stars I've seen offline before, XXX (coding), are not as good-looking as her! 】

At the same time, on-site readers have also discussed online.

[Ah, ah, ah, I am full! 】

[Mom, I have never seen such a beautiful person before, is she a fairy? ! [star eye]]

【I shouldn't have gone to get out my phone just now ah ah ah! ! ! As soon as I looked up, Miss Sister put on a mask. If I had known, I would have looked at it more! Don't ask is regret [crying]]

[Passers-by, I bought a book along the way, but I didn't expect such a surprise, is Miss Sister really not considering debuting? I'm your loyal fan 嘤嘤嘤@chengmocy]

The signing ceremony lasted until 7:00 pm. After the end, the on-site staff turned their heads, and then turned back and sat behind the table Yu Qingtang was gone.

staff member:"?"

What about people?

In the safe passage of the shopping mall, the sound of entangled water stains made people blush.

Cheng Zhanxi let go of Yu Qingtang, who was hot all over by her kiss, wrapped her in his arms with her slender waist, pressed her forehead against the other's forehead, and lowered her head to kiss her nose and red lips. .

Yu Qingtang's heart rose and fell in her arms, panting lowly.

Cheng Zhanxi jokingly said: "The writer is so busy, I wait from the afternoon until it gets dark."

Yu Qingtang ignored her teasing and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "A little bit."

"I'll take you to dinner."

"No hurry, I'll eat something else first." Cheng Zhanxi hooked her drooping hair behind her ear, and lowered her head to cover the woman's lips again.

Yu Qingtang wrapped her hands around her neck and adjusted to the most comfortable kissing position.

After the two of them got married three years ago, Yu Qingtang followed Cheng Zhanxi around the world to see exhibitions everywhere, including the National Van Gogh Museum in the Netherlands, the Orangerie Museum in France, and the town of Giverny, 70 kilometers west of Paris. , where there is the famous Monet garden, and his huge water lilies in the lake...

Sky light and water shadow, even time stood still there.

Cheng Zhanxi sketched around with a drawing board on her back, and Yu Qingtang took a notebook with her to record what she saw and heard, and gradually came up with the idea of ​​creation. She doesn't care about becoming famous, and she doesn't care what she wants to gain from it. Anyway, she has nothing to do, writing things to pass the time and satisfy her imagination.

Her first reader is Cheng Zhanxi, and her second reader is Song Qingrou. Although Song Qingrou no longer writes novels, she still has contacts, so she simply voted for her in a domestic publishing house.

Two years later, Yu Qingtang is already a best-selling author with a full book signing venue.

The trajectory of fate has to be surprising at times.

When Yu Qingtang was given a pseudonym, Cheng Zhanxi swayed between Cheng Yu and Yu Cheng, and Yu Qingtang rejected him because it was too ugly. Later, he decided to use Cheng Mo. The two of them were one and the same name was used in different circles. , that is the romance that only they know.

Yu Qingtang's cell phone rang.

Cheng Zhanxi loosened her lips, and Yu Qingtang calmed down her disordered breathing before picking up the phone: "Hello."

The staff there asked, "Mr. Cheng Mo, where have you been?"

Yu Qingtang said, "I'm in the bathroom, I'll be back soon."

The staff said, "Okay."

Yu Qingtang hung up the phone.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes narrowed: "If you lie now, your face won't turn red."

Yu Qingtang took out the lipstick from her bag, unscrewed the lid, let Cheng Zhanxi bow her head, and touched her lips, saying lightly, "You taught me well."

Cheng Zhanxi took the lipstick and put on makeup for her, and said, "Is it because of jealousy that you suddenly took off your mask to drink water today?"

Yu Qingtang glanced at her lightly, took the lipstick back, closed the lid, and said, "Remember to wear a mask next time you come over."

Cheng Zhanxi raised his lips and smiled.

Yu Qingtang took Cheng Zhanxi's hand back to the mall, and the staff greeted him: "Mr. Cheng Mo."

Cheng Zhanxi opened his mouth in conditioned reflex, and listened to Yu Qingtang beside him with a smile.

The person in charge of the publishing house wanted to invite Yu Qingtang to dinner. Yu Qingtang took his family there. Cheng Zhanxi concentrated on serving her dishes and did not interfere with the topic of the dinner table. The sense of existence was minimized. Occasionally, the person in charge said that the sales were broken How many thousands, blow Yu Qingtang's rainbow fart, and listen intently for a while.

"Why are you so quiet today?" Yu Qingtang asked her when they came out of the box and were alone.

"Aren't I afraid that you will be jealous?"

"So good?" Yu Qingtang pinched her chin.

"I've always been good."

"Then you are down here tonight."

"OK."

"When will the exhibition open?"

"On the 10th of next month, it will last for one month." Cheng Zhanxi said, "I have already checked the interesting places nearby. I will go hiking tomorrow?"

"Okay. What's the altitude?"

"It's not high, only a few hundred meters." said Cheng Zhanxi, who knew Yu Qingtang's physical strength.

Yu Qingtang showed a relieved smile.

In fact, Yu Qingtang's physical strength has increased a lot during the three years of traveling around the world. Last time, she walked across the Sahara with Cheng Zhanxi and her friends, and fulfilled her wish to lie in a car roof tent in the desert and watch the stars. Although I stayed at home for half a month after I came back, I didn't go out.

After playing in Linjiang for a month, the two returned to the capital to meet family and friends.

Song Qingrou asked Xiaoyun to prepare a table of dishes and waited at the door. The two got out of the car. Song Qingrou came over and took Yu Qingtang's hand to look up and down. Seeing her ruddy complexion, she felt relieved and patted the back of her hand. , and then went to see her own daughter.

Cheng Zhanxi's mouth was so pouted that he could hang an oil can.

Song Qingrou said distressedly, "I've lost weight."

Cheng Zhanxi broke down in a second and smiled: "Where is the skinny? It's exactly the same as when I left last time."

Song Qingrou pulled in the door one by one, and said, "Go, go into the house."

The driver carried the gift in the trunk into the entrance and closed the door.

Song Qingrou pulled the two of them to ask questions, it was delicious and fun, and her eyes were envious.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Why don't you go out with the two of us next time?"

Song Qingrou shook her head and said, "Then your dad has to cry down the Great Wall at home?"

Cheng Zhanxi laughed.

Yu Qingtang smiled.

She divided the peeled orange in her hand in half, handed it to Song Qingrou, and said, "Mom."

Song Qingrou took the orange and ate it, sighing.

"You can only wait for your father to retire."

Yu Qingtang said: "Xixi and I will go to find the way for you first, and then we will travel together as a family."

Song Qingrou nodded in relief.

At the dinner table in the evening, Song Qingrou asked about Cheng Yi's retirement. Although Cheng Yi is young, he is even higher than the retirement age stipulated by the state. He is still conscientious in the company. People are too hard, coupled with strong body, has not retreated.

Cheng Yi heard that she wanted to go on a trip, and also wanted to play wherever she went like Cheng Zhanxi, instead of only taking half a month to go on vacation every year, Cheng Yi immediately said that he would organize a general meeting of shareholders as soon as possible to change the chairman of the group.

Cheng Yuanxi: "?"

Song Qingrou smiled brightly.

Cheng Zhanxi began to talk about where she and Yu Qingtang have been recently. There is a place where the natural hot springs are particularly good, soothing the muscles and nourishing the blood. At that time, the two of them wanted to take their parents to soak, and it was a chance.

Song Qingrou said, "I like hot springs the most!"

Cheng Yi joined the discussion, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was in full swing.

Cheng Yuanxi, who never heard his name in the plan, said: "?"

After a long time, Cheng Yuanxi finally couldn't help but ask, "What about me?"

The crowd looked at him with affection and respect.

Cheng Yuanxi pursed his mouth indistinctly, and said aggrieved: "I see, I will take a good look at home."

Song Qingrou said gently: "When you take your annual leave, we will take you there."

Cheng Yuanxi nodded and took a mouthful of rice.

...for this family, he is destined to pay too much.

shooting range.

There was a constant thud inside.

Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang took off their earmuffs, put down their guns, and looked at the number of rings displayed on the electronic screen.

Yu Qingtang pursed her lips, turned her head and asked, "How much are you?"

Cheng Zhanxi was very satisfied with his grades and said with a smile, "Eighty-eight."

A total of ten shots, an average of nearly nine rings, very powerful.

Yu Qingtang smiled.

Cheng Zhanxi frowned slightly: "How much are you?"

Yu Qingtang said, "Ninety rings."

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Yu Qingtang's physical strength is not as good as her, but this kind of competitive activity that relies on arm, wrist strength and accuracy has progressed rapidly. Two years ago, Cheng Zhanxi lost to her in archery, and a year ago, darts failed miserably. Now Yu Qingtang has just started shooting for a year. Also got a taste of Waterloo.

But losing to your lover is nothing to be ashamed of.

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "Does your shoulder hurt?"

Yu Qingtang became weak for a second, took a breath and said, "It hurts."

The recoil of the gun was great, and ten shots were fired in a row, causing even Cheng Zhanxi's shoulders to feel uncomfortable, not to mention the thin-skinned and tender Yu Qingtang.

Cheng Zhanxi took her out of the shooting range, sat on the sofa in the VIP area, and rubbed her shoulders.

Cheng Zhanxi said distressedly: "play it a little more relaxed next time, don't play with guns."

Back to the shoulder pain, the first time to play gun Yu Qingtang was very calm in the club, when there were only two people, he cried in pain, and his arm was not raised for two days.

Yu Qingtang fed a piece of fruit into Cheng Zhanxi's mouth and asked, "What else are you good at?"

Cheng Zhanxi swallowed the fruit and said, "rock climbing."

Yu Qingtang laughed and said: "This is not good, let's just do something."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "wrist wrestling."

Yu Qingtang laughed, still shaking her head: "No, you lift iron every day, you are stronger than me, I want to play technique."

Cheng Zhanxi pressed her shoulder to the palm of her hand, kneaded it in her right hand, and said with a smile, "If you want to win, I will compete fairly. I only choose what you are good at. You are not willing to compare with me when I am really good at it."

Yu Qingtang blinked and said, "You are my wife, why should I compete fairly with you?"

Cheng Zhanxi was caught off guard and was severely hit by Yu's love words, floating so much that he didn't know the south, east, north and west.

Cheng Zhanxi thought about it and said, "Badminton."

Give her another chance to win over herself.

But Yu Qingtang couldn't persevere. On the first day of playing badminton, Yu Qingtang was so tired from running around catching the ball that she was sweating like rain. Occasionally, it was fine, and she made her practice super process Zhanxi, so she decided to give up.

"Is there a quiet exercise that just requires hands?" Yu Qingtang asked her, sitting opposite Cheng Zhanxi, cupping her cheeks with both hands.

"..."

Cheng Zhanxi racked his brains and said back to her, "You go to me, ten times a day."

Yu Qingtang raised her eyebrows: "Are you sure this is a quiet exercise?"

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Horse farm on the outskirts of the capital.

Yu Qingtang was wearing a black riding uniform, put her index finger in her mouth, and blew a long whistle.

In the distance, a fat black horse with a smooth and shiny coat raised its head, its hooves tossed, its long mane flying, and it ran towards Yu Qingtang.

"Da Bai." Yu Qingtang stroked the side neck of the **** horse, and the **** horse rubbed her palm affectionately.

Yu Qingtang took it by the reins and walked for a while before getting on her horse. Cheng Zhanxi had walked around in circles for a while, stopped beside her, and said, "Are you going?"

Yu Qingtang said, "Let's go."

There was a gap in the fence of the racecourse, and two horses, one white and one black, rushed out one after another.

After riding the horse, I went to the house of my uncle who opened a private kitchen for a meal.

In the afternoon, I went to the National People's Congress, walked around the campus, and called Xiang Tianyou during dinner and asked, "Where is it?"

Xiang Tianyou said: "Just after class, on the way to the cafeteria."

Cheng Zhanxi glanced in the direction of the cafeteria and said with a smile: "At the entrance of the library, Yu Qingtang and I are here, handsome guy, shall we have dinner together?"

Xiang Tianyou's voice changed immediately: "I'll be there soon!"

In less than a minute, a tall and long-legged young man appeared in Cheng Zhanxi's field of vision.

The 21-year-old Xiang Tianyou has lost his youthfulness, his facial features have become more profound and three-dimensional, and the edges and corners of his profile have come out. Today, he wore a solid-color sweater and black pants, looking clean and handsome.

In the dozen or so seconds he came over, Cheng Zhanxi saw the eyes of countless pairs of girls glued to him.

Cheng Zhanxi patted him on the shoulder, and his bones were a little stubborn.

She gave Xiang Tianyou a wink.

Xiang Tianyou lowered his head meekly in front of her, like a big golden retriever dog, Cheng Zhanxi rubbed his head and said, "What do you want to eat?"

Xiang Tianyou said: "It's fine, I don't choose."

He looked at the two with bright eyes.

After going to university, although Cheng Yu and the two were not often in the capital, their relationship was not alienated at all. Song Qingrou likes Xiang Tianyou and often invites him to eat at Cheng's house. Xiang Tianyou also likes the atmosphere of Cheng's house. If he wasn't afraid of his seniority, he would almost recognize Song Qingrou as his godmother. Cheng Zhanxi and the two always come to school every time they return to China, take him to eat and buy clothes, and usually send him things.

Cheng Zhanxi said: "Okay, then I'll pick one at random. The car is parked at the school gate, let's go."

Xiang Tianyou followed her a few steps and suddenly stopped.

Cheng Zhanxi: "what's the matter?"

Xiang Tianyou hesitated and said, "I..." His ears were stained with light red, his skin was white, and the redness was especially noticeable.

He rarely showed this kind of expression, which made Cheng Zhanxi very novel, and at the same time kept a little bit of watching the fun.

She tilted her head to look at Yu Qingtang, good guy, Yu Qingtang's expression was even more gossip than hers.

Xiang Tianyou was hesitating and hesitating, and a soft female voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

"Wander to the sky."

Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang looked at each other, and both saw excitement in each other's eyes.

It was peach blossom!

The two turned around at the same time. The girl in front of him was about the same age as Xiang Tianyou. She had a long blue and white dress, a knitted cardigan, and a one-shoulder chain bag on her shoulders. She had a gentle temperament.

The two recognized her face and blurted out, "Yu Zhou?"

Isn't she in Peking University?

Yu Zhou didn't expect to meet them here, and he felt a little embarrassed for no reason. His cheeks were slightly red, and he said, "Mr. Yu, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang looked around between them.

Yu Zhou twisted his ear hair, took a step back unconsciously, and said, "I'll..." Seeing that, he meant to flee.

Cheng Zhanxi wondered if she had ruined a good thing, and was hesitating whether to speak, but Xiang Tianyou had already stopped her: "Wait a minute."

He has always been full of anger in his speech, but now he is a little bit twisted for no reason.

Xiang Tianyou: "Mr. Cheng, give me a few minutes."

Cheng Zhanxi said generously: "It doesn't matter a few more minutes." It would be better if you don't have time to eat tonight.

Xiang Tianyou took Yuzhou to the lake behind the library, and the two were talking face to face, looking calm and in a good atmosphere.

Cheng Zhanxi turned to look at Yu Qingtang, wanting to chat with her, but saw Yu Qingtang staring attentively into the distance without blinking.

Cheng Zhanxi waved his hand in front of her.

Yu Qingtang's long eyelashes trembled, she withdrew her gaze, pursed her lips and looked at her.

"It takes too much effort to read lips like this." Cheng Zhanxi said softly, "I'll ask you later, make sure to ask clearly."

Yu Qingtang's brows loosened, and she said with a small smile, "Okay."

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