After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Rain is still falling.

But the sound of rain suddenly became very far away, erratic and vague.

Cheng Zhanxi crashed into a pair of eyes that were quieter than the night and more beautiful than the moonlight.

After a few seconds, she took a very light breath, her heart beating at an abnormal speed.

The woman in front of her was about twenty-six-seven, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and her skin was paler than ordinary people. Only her thin lips pursed a very pale blood color, which had an almost sickly beauty. Especially her left eye has a tear mole, which is very moving.

The place where the lacrimal mole grows is particular. If it is on the lower side, it will be like weeping, which will give people a pitiful feeling, but the person in front of her is not. Magically connected in a line. So instead of making her look weak, this tear mole gave her an inviolable sense of alienation and abstinence.

Inside the black trench coat is a pure white shirt, buttoned to the top button tightly, revealing a fair neck and a beautifully curved chin.

There was a faint scrumptious air.

Cheng Zhanxi opened his mouth, but there was no words in the woman's next movements.

Yu Qingtang looked calmly at Cheng Zhanxi who was dragging the suitcase in front of her, nodded politely and turned back calmly.

She didn't reach for it.

It's the equivalent of a polite refusal.

Cheng Zhanxi pretended to take back the hand that handed out the tissue, put it in his coat pocket, turned his eyes in the opposite direction of Yu Qingtang, and secretly observed the other side with his peripheral vision.

Rain is still falling.

The torrential rain poured backwards, and the whole city was shrouded in a majestic rain curtain. Blue and purple lightning flashed from time to time in the gloomy clouds, suddenly tearing the dark sky, and the strong wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground and raged into the sky.

The two were under the same roof, listening to the same sound of rain.

No one spoke.

This rainstorm came and went quickly.

It didn't take long for the dark clouds to disperse, revealing the golden-red sun, and a rainbow appeared over Sunset Boulevard, spanning from the street to the distance where the end could not be seen.

There was only a lingering drizzle in the air.

Yu Qingtang pushed open the door, stepped into the silky misty rain curtain, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the rainbow.

***

three months later.

There was a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the door of the studio. Yu Jianxing, who came for the third time, tiptoed to return, but the closed door "creaked" opened.

Seeing her, Cheng Zhanxi nodded casually with a smile: "Come on."

Yu Jianxing put a hand on her shoulder, looked into the half-open studio door, and joked, "What has painter Cheng painted recently?"

Cheng Zhanxi gave way generously and said with a smile, "You can see for yourself, just visit, and I'll wash your face."

She doesn't like to be disturbed when she is painting, and prevents anyone from entering her studio, but it's okay when it's over.

Yu Jianxing is her friend in Sicheng and a classmate who studied abroad together. The admission requirements of the art academy she studied were extremely strict, and students who went out to the same country naturally became friends. Yu Jianxing studied sculpture and took over a project from the Si city government, and will stay here for a long time.

Yu Jianxing stepped into the brightly lit studio, where Cheng Zhanxi had just cleaned up. The easels, canvases, paint boxes, palettes, and brushes were neatly arranged and orderly.

Things related to art need some inspiration, and inspiration is not always available. Cheng Zhanxi is not a very prolific painter, and painting is very dependent on the moment of inspiration.

Yu Jianxing remembered that Cheng Zhanxi once received a mural—that is, painting directly on the wall. The time limit was three months, and she was looking for inspiration everywhere for two months and twenty-nine days. She was so worried that she was almost bald. The last day was like God help, locked himself in his employer's villa room with a swipe, and painted an entire wall magnificently, which became a thing they talked about in their circles.

She has only been here for three months, and Yu Jianxing thought that the studio should be empty, with only a handful of works, but unexpectedly found that it was full of paintings.

There are only two or three oil paintings, one is a semi-finished product that Cheng Zhanxi was painting just now, and the oil has not yet dried, and the rest are charcoal paintings or watercolors, which are convenient for creation. Yu Jianxing looked at the paintings on the wall and the table carefully, either the side face, the back, or no front face. After her identification, it was the same person, or a woman.

When Cheng Zhanxi came back from the bathroom, he saw Yu Jianxing's teasing eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi said with a smile, "what's the matter?"

"Who painted it?" Yu Jianxing said immediately without waiting for her to answer, "Your fiancee?"

"..." Cheng Zhanxi explained, "No, a stranger I met when I first came to Sicheng. I seem to have a little... um."

The corners of her lips lifted a slight arc, and she did not continue to speak.

"What is it?" Yu Jianxing asked.

"It doesn't matter what it is, we won't meet again anyway." Cheng Zhanxi dismissed her casually.

Sicheng is so big, and if there is no accident, she will not stay here for a long time. The person she meets will be regarded as a good memory. In one's life, not all good things must be pursued. Good things cannot last forever in reality, but they can in memory.

"Also," Cheng Zhanxi reminded her helplessly, "don't talk about the fiancee anymore, it's not like you don't know."

Yu see Xingle.

Speaking of this marriage that fell from the sky, Yu Jianxing thought it was extraordinarily funny.

Cheng's family and Wei's family had a baby relationship, but at that time, the one who was engaged to Miss Wei was Cheng Zhanxi's brother Cheng Yuanxi. Unfortunately, Cheng Yuanxi liked the same sex, so he could no longer fulfill the contract. Originally, Miss Wei's mother, Mrs. Wei, passed away in childbirth. After a long time, everyone forgot about it, but the Wei family brought it up again, and the Cheng family thought about letting their sister Cheng Zhanxi accept the marriage contract.

Cheng's mother didn't want to arrange a marriage for the two of them immediately, but just persuaded her to meet, if it was suitable, fall in love before getting married, but Cheng Zhanxi is a free and easy temperament, whoever presses her head, she will do it directly, directly From the capital to Sicheng.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Are you still laughing?"

Yu Jianxing cleared his throat and stopped laughing. He suggested, "Would you like to go to the bar tonight?"

Cheng Zhanxi refused: "I won't go."

There are many people and it is noisy, it is better to go for a walk on the street alone.

Cheng Zhanxi raised his eyebrows and suggested in turn, "Would you like to go rock climbing?"

Yu Jianxing's face collapsed immediately.

As a gentle-looking painter, she doesn't like some quiet activities, but is it too much to like racing, rock climbing, and windsurfing? Yu Jianxing suspects that she should practice sports instead of learning to draw when she was a child.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her leisurely.

"I'll accompany you to the bar, how about you go rock climbing with me this weekend?"

After a difficult psychological struggle, Yu Jianxing nodded reluctantly.

"make a deal."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled lightly, and said with a happy expression, "When do you leave? I'll change my clothes."

Yu Jianxing raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and said, "You change your clothes and leave, it's not too early."

Cheng Zhanxi shrugged: "Okay."

When Yu Jianxing came, she specially dressed up, so she didn't need to freshen up. She put on makeup in front of the small mirror, and sat on the sofa in the living room, playing with her mobile phone while waiting for Cheng Zhanxi.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked up at the door of the master bedroom, her eyes widening suddenly.

Cheng Zhanxi changed into a pure white silk shirt with a good drape, a black high-waisted suit with wide-leg pants, and long curly maroon hair scattered behind his back, revealing a mature and lazy sense of leisure.

She has tall legs and long legs, and she has a natural clothes hanger. She looks good in everything she wears. What shocked Yu Jianxing was that Cheng Zhanxi put on a pair of retro gold-rimmed chain glasses on the bridge of her nose.

She is well-dressed, coupled with her deceptively gentle appearance, the whole person is haunted by the breath of a gentle scum, which is quite eye-catching.

Yu Jianxing stood up and immediately regretted saying, "I won't go."

She looks so good, does anyone else look at her?

Cheng Zhanxi stretched out his fingers and pushed the glasses, the necklace of the hanging neck mirror swayed gently with her movements, the peach blossom eyes behind her lenses were bright and smiling, and said, "I'll do whatever you want."

Yu Jianxing gritted his teeth: "Go!"

I am not bad looking, at least 30% are willing to look at myself!

The name of the bar is "Zero Degree". Today, when same-sex marriage is legalized, it is a well-known LES bar in the local area.

Yu Jianxing didn't want to go hunting for beauty, but simply wanted to relax and look at beauties. The two got out of the car at the zero-degree door and quickly entered the door. Yu Jianxing just remembered, stopped and smiled and said, "Forgot to congratulate you, that "Blizzard" sold for a high price of three million."

Cheng Zhanxi looked at the door of the bar, which was just a short distance away, and there were faint heads of people inside. She squinted at Yu Jianxing and said lazily, "Do you think it's a bit perfunctory to say something like this here."

Yu Jianxing laughed.

The two walked into the bar side by side and sat down at the bar.

Yu Jianxing ordered a cocktail, Cheng Zhanxi laid his long legs on the ground relaxedly, and snapped his fingers: "Juice, thank you."

Yu Jianxing: "…"

"Don't you think you're a bit perfunctory too?" Yu Jianxing stopped the bartender and replaced her juice with margaritas on her own initiative.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and didn't speak, and looked around boredly.

She doesn't come to bars often, and she plays more when she is abroad. Although an artist must be able to immerse herself in her own world, she also needs to be exposed to a richer real world, which will become a source of inspiration for her creation. Politely rejecting women who approached one after another, Cheng Zhanxi frowned invisibly. She took a sip of her wine and planned to apply to go home after Yu Jianxing in the middle of the dance floor finished the dance.

The sound of music is deafening, the colorful lights are flashing, the dance floor is full of demons, and people kissing with veneers can be seen everywhere. Painter Cheng, who has devoted himself to creating for half a year, can't adapt to it.

Yu Jian Xing came back from the dance floor dripping with sweat, drained the rest of the wine at the bar in one gulp, and ordered another glass.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Yu Jianxing didn't go to dance anymore, and drank sip by sip, Cheng Zhanxi had to give up the idea. Xu Shi saw that the two of them were sitting together, and there were many fewer people who came to disturb her. Cheng Zhanxi put on the juice, bit the straw and drank it slowly, turning his eyes to those relatively quiet corners.

Some make out in dark corners, some are alone.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes narrowed suddenly.

About half a bar away from her, there was a figure facing her, a little familiar.

Yu Jianxing followed her gaze, tilted his head, squinted his drunken eyes and said, "This person... how does this person look like the one you drew?"

Cheng Zhanxi's lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Yu Jianxing: "No way?" Seeing Cheng Zhanxi's acquiescence, she almost spit out the wine in her mouth, choked, and said, "Why is it so coincidental?"

Cheng Zhanxi thought to himself: I also want to know, how could it be so coincidental.

She let go of the straw she was biting, and kept her eyes fixed on the figure.

If this is a chance meeting, should she try it?

Just when she was hesitating whether to come forward, the other party suddenly turned his head and looked at her.

Quiet, more beautiful eyes than the moonlight.

The light of the bar reflected her pale and almost transparent cheeks, and the tear moles at the end of her eyes were clear and moving.

Cheng Zhanxi's heart skipped half a beat.

***

Yu Qingtang put on a third glass of juice in front of him.

She's not a good drinker, so to avoid accidents, she didn't drink alcohol.

Beautiful women are always the focus of the crowd. Yu Qingtang wears a long plain dress, straight black hair and a shawl. Her skin is amazingly white, and her facial features are so delicate that she can't pick out the slightest flaw. Even after she came in, she has been sitting alone in the corner and came to strike up a conversation. of people are still in constant stream.

Approaching footsteps sounded in my ears, accompanied by a woman's soft and gentle voice: "Hello, is there anyone here?"

Yu Qingtang thought to himself: Eighteenth? Or the nineteenth?

She raised her head.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes met her, and suddenly there was an indescribable tension and expectation.

Will she recognize herself?

Yu Qingtang glanced at her with the same calm eyes as last time, then lowered his eyelids calmly, and gestured to the opposite position with his chin.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

From her actions, Cheng Zhanxi came to two conclusions: first, she didn't recognize herself; second, she really didn't like to talk.

If it wasn't for her reaction to her own words, she would even suspect that she, like the little girl she met on the train, had a hearing impairment. Cheng Zhanxi walked out of time out of time. If he could grow up safely in silence, would he be similar to the woman in front of him.

Cheng Zhanxi retracted his thoughts and took a seat calmly opposite Yu Qingtang.

Yu Jianxing was laughing like crazy in his heart.

Cheng Zhanxi has an excellent personality, and her appearance and family background are very eye-catching. She is a fascinated existence wherever she goes. This is the first person who ignores her so much.

Cheng Zhanxi held his juice cup in both hands, leaned forward slightly under Yu Jianxing's watchful eyes, and said with red lips, "We met before, do you remember?"

Yu Qingtang raised her eyes again and looked at her calmly.

Cheng Zhanxi's expression was slightly stiff, and her eyes made her feel like she was looking for an excuse to strike up a conversation, in the most clumsy way.

Cheng Zhanxi tried her best to make her tone seem natural and casual, and added with a light smile: "Three months ago, there was a heavy rain in Sicheng, and we avoided the rain at the convenience store together." She faced the other person's inquiring eyes and continued to speak warmly. Reminder, "You are wet, I asked you if you want a tissue, do you have any impression?"

"..." Yu Qingtang's response to her was no response.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

She really doesn't remember at all.

The scene fell into a subtle embarrassment.

Yu Jianxing silently loved Cheng Zhanxi in his heart for three seconds, and the people chasing her could go from the capital to France, who would have thought that they would encounter Waterloo in the small Sicheng.

Just when Cheng Zhanxi didn't know how to start the next topic, Yu Qingtang, who was opposite, spoke coldly.

"Did you bring your medical report?"

Cheng Zhanxi flashed the first thought: she could speak.

Second thought: The voice was as cold as hers, like the frost that enveloped the winter.

Then she asked in surprise, "What?"

Yu Qingtang repeated without any emotion: "Physical examination report."

Yu Jian Xing Toothache "hiss": Neuropathy! Who will carry the medical report with them when they go out?

Cheng Zhanxi said unexpectedly, "I'm looking for it, please wait a moment."

She took the bag that was on the side, pulled out a cowhide file bag, took a look, and said with a smile, "I brought it." The last time I put it in the bag, I forgot to take it out.

Yu Jianxing: "???"

What kind of devil talk is this?

Cheng Zhanxi didn't hand over the medical report to the other party, but asked with a light smile, "What do you want this for?"

Yu Qingtang looked at her with an indistinguishable look flashing in her eyes.

After a long time, she said astonishingly, "Go to the hotel?"

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Cheng Zhanxi: ? ? ? Isn't this different from what I imagined?