Chapter 861 The Real Treasure Boy

Chapter 861: Real~Treasure Boy

Girls' Apartment Building No. 13.

Liu Yunwei sat at the desk, applying eyeshadow in front of the mirror.

"I'm telling you, you must not apply bright eyeshadow to swollen eyes, otherwise it will look ugly. I remember when I was in high school, there was a girl in our class who had swollen eyelids but applied bright eyeshadow. It was really... ugly."

Xue Shan sat in front of the desk and flipped through the gossip tabloids bought from a roadside stall: "Why are you still wearing makeup at night?"

Liu Yunwei said: "The guy in the Department of Physical Education, whose name is Tu Ri, gave me a box of eyeshadow in the evening and said it was imported from abroad. I have to try the effect."

Xue Shan said: "You mean Tu Ri Bao Li Dao? The Mongolian?"

"Yes, that's it. It's him."

"I heard his family is quite rich, with a pasture and many cattle and sheep."

Li Qi, who was knitting a sweater according to Fang Wei's method, said: "I think you can consider this."

Liu Yunwei looked disgusted: "I don't want to be with cattle and sheep every day in the future."

Fang Wei raised her head: "Then why do you accept other people's gifts?"

"If I don't accept it, they won't be happy. What can I do?" Liu Yunwei put down the eyebrow brush, took out the lipstick and gently applied it on the lips, opened and closed her mouth several times to make the color more even, and then picked up the mirror, looked left and right, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the eyeshadow effect.

"Hey, look, Zaizai and Da S are in a relationship." Xue Shan excitedly shook the gossip tabloid in her hand: "I envy her so much. If I can spend a wonderful night with Zaizai, I would be willing to live ten years less."

Li Qi glanced at her through the gap between the frame and the scalp: "Didn't you say you would marry Yan Chengxu a week ago?"

"Isn't there a song that goes like this, love comes too fast like a tornado, you can't leave the storm circle and you don't have time to escape."

"Are you still listening to R&B?"

"As for me, I listen to whatever songs are popular."

Liu Yunwei, who had finished tossing her face over there, turned around and looked at the two people knitting sweaters across from her: "By the way, didn't you go to CAFA yesterday? Did you encounter anything interesting?"

Fang Wei remained silent.

Li Qi glanced at her and said, "Are you asking about the person or the painting?"

Liu Yunwei was puzzled: "Didn't you say that the art gallery there is very good?"

"Originally, we planned to visit it under the guidance of Fang Hui's classmates, but there was a small accident on the way."

"What accident?" Xue Shan stopped reading the entertainment tabloids when she heard gossip.

"The junior boy seemed to be interested in Fang Hui's classmates. He insisted on being a free tour guide for us. When introducing those paintings and sculptures, he kept showing off his professional knowledge and offended Qiao Ran many times. Maybe he felt that Qiao Ran was a threat to him."

Xue Shan said, "He is worthy of being the man I like. He is handsome and reliable. He can also play the piano. He is the focus wherever he goes."

Liu Yunwei said, "Didn't you just say that you would be willing to live ten years less as long as you can spend a night with Zai Zai?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?"

Li Qi interrupted their conversation: "I think the junior boy has the wrong person."

The two looked back at her: "What do you mean?"

She glanced at Fang Hui who didn't say a word: "The person He Sha likes may be Lin Yue."

" Lin Yue? "Xue Shan said, "Is that Lin Yue who loves studying? I heard that he stays in the library or the study room whenever he has time on weekends. Fang Hui... this is very similar to you."

Liu Yunwei said, "We have eaten at the same table with him for no less than ten times, and you are still unfamiliar with his name."

Xue Shan leaned on the table and looked at the water-cultured lucky bamboo and said, "Who told him not to talk much, as if he has no interest in anything."

Li Qi said, "I think such a person is very reliable."

Xue Shan said, "Then don't you think such a person is boring?"

Fang Hui, who had been quietly listening to them talking about men, said, "He is not boring."

Xue Shan smiled, "Because you are more boring than him, you think he is not boring."

Liu Yunwei also smiled.

Li Qi said, "I don't know if it's boring or not, but yesterday the junior boys from CAFA hit a wall, and later even the professor who is good at impressionism in the academy was alarmed."

Liu Yunwei looked puzzled: "What happened?"

"It's because that group of people are getting more and more excessive. One moment they asked if you have seen this painting? One moment they asked if you know who Monet is? Do you know how many "Water Lilies" he has? One moment they asked if you have been to Europe, and if you have seen the Great Judgment in the Sistine Chapel... In the end, they annoyed Lin Yue."

"Then what?"

"Then he talked about several works in the exhibition hall, from the creator's resume, personal characteristics, philosophical thoughts to the application of painting techniques, the highlights and shortcomings of the works, and the faces of those junior students turned green. He also pointed out that there is a painting in the Chinese painting exhibition hall that is not the only one, but a painting that was framed after the framer split the original painting in two and reframed the upper layer of painting paper."

"How does he know so much?" Liu Yunwei glanced at Xue Shan, with some curiosity on her face.

Fang Hui said, "Oh, he reads a lot of miscellaneous books, so his horizons are broader than those of ordinary people."

"Really?" Li Qi looked at her with doubt: "Why do I feel that he behaves like someone in the circle? As the old saying goes, reading thousands of books will lead to traveling thousands of miles. If he only absorbs knowledge from books, he would have been exposed long ago when he met someone like Professor Wen, but they talked for almost an hour."

Xue Shan said: "According to what you said, he has such a good foundation in art, why doesn't he take the art exam? CAFA is much more famous than our school."

Li Qi said: "Who knows."

...

In December, the north wind blows and the forest roars.

Lin Yue hid his true face and stood behind a cedar, looking at Wu Tingting who was squatting on the ground not far away, burning paper money for the grave.

Today is Bai Feng's death anniversary. As before, she brought two rolls of yellow paper, a bottle of Red Star 8 in a blue bottle, and an oil paper bag, which contained a roast duck sold for ten yuan half a duck outside Fuchengmen.

The wind was a bit strong, and she lit the yellow paper several times before she could light it.

Watching the black smoke and ashes being blown up by the wind and then drifting away.

"When you were alive, you loved to drink this every time you had a fight with someone. You also said that it tasted soft and better than Niu Er, and you didn't get a headache even if you drank too much. And this roast duck, you were quite fair. You always bought one and ate half, and left the other half for me. I said I didn't like it, but you insisted that I had to eat it. Sometimes I really wanted to smack you to death with a shoe sole to save me from feeling upset."

"Later, you really died, and there was no chance to feel upset anymore. Sometimes I wondered if I owed you in my previous life. What good was there about you, a little gangster with no knowledge, why can't I forget it?"

"Later, I met a person who was completely different from you. I remember telling you about him last time. He loved to study, work, was reliable, and had a little humor from time to time. He also saved your grandfather. A life. "

"Later, I suddenly found that I would not miss you. Well, it took two whole years, and I fell in love with that person. I know you won't blame me, but even so, I warned myself in my heart that I would return all the roast ducks I ate from you. I would buy you half a duck each time on Qingming Festival, the anniversary of death, and the Zhongyuan Festival. Sometimes I would maliciously want to disgust you to death again. Who made you such a bastard back then? You said you didn't like it but you always bought it for me. "

"Think about what the fortune teller said before that my love life would be bumpy. Now I think it's true. Men are really not good. You two bastards, one died, the other escaped, and after going around in circles, I was left alone. "

Speaking of this, she unscrewed the bottle of Red Star Erguotou, raised her head and drank two sips, and poured the rest of the wine on Bai Feng's grave.

"Tell me, how much money did I owe you in my last life?"

When there was less than half a tael of wine left in the bottle, she stopped, stood up and walked outside the cemetery, drinking the rest of the wine in the bottle in small sips.

After leaving the cemetery, Wu Tingting did not go home. She took a car to a remote alley near Changchun Street.

It was already night, and she went straight into a roadside stall surrounded by oilcloth, ordered a few fried skewers, a grilled eggplant, and half a bundle of beer, and ate and drank alone.

She didn't know that Lin Yue saw that she was not in good condition and had been following her. The man with a burn scar on his forehead and a mask on the other side of the street was the one she was thinking about.

Since the end of the summer vacation, Lin Yue has disappeared. It has been three or four months since then, and it can be said that there has been no news.

She drank a bottle of beer.

Another bottle of beer.

…

She drank five or six bottles by herself, and then asked the boss to pay the bill in the surprised eyes of the diners around her, and left the snack stand.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the cool breeze blew on her face, stirring up the drunkenness in her body.

Walking on Chang'an Avenue in early winter, facing the endless car lights and sparse bicycles, her speed became slower and slower, and her steps became messy.

At the entrance of Xidan subway station, she stopped, thought for a while, and turned in.

It was fine to go down the stairs, and after walking a little further forward, she finally couldn't suppress the drunkenness in her body, and sat down in the long connecting corridor.

The guys in front of her, who had just come out of the subway station, either dyed yellow hair or had messy hair, and looked like they were not good people, walked over "kindly".

"Hey, girl, girl, can you walk? Tell me a place, how about we take you home?"