inexhaustible

Chapter 12 Reservoir Dogs

"Xiaojie, why haven't you come to see me for so long." Yang Youling sat in my arms, her tone full of dissatisfaction.

In name, we are godfather and goddaughter, but she never called me "godfather", but only called me "Xiaojie", and I don't know where I heard it.

"Because I have to work to make money." I nodded her small nose and parked the wheelchair in front of the dining table.

"It's been so hard." The little girl kissed my cheek with the rabbit doll in her hand, and said, "Well, I forgive you."

"It's time to eat." Yang Haiyang came out of the kitchen with the last soup, saw his daughter sitting on me, and hurriedly let her down.From the look on his face, he knew how afraid he was that Yang Youling would crush me.

In fact, I'm not that fragile. Ever since I watched the stars with Shang Muxiao, I feel that I have become a little more resilient both physically and mentally.

"Oh." Yang Youling pouted and jumped out of the wheelchair, holding the plush rabbit and sitting in his exclusive seat.

It is said that this pink rabbit doll was given to her by Shang Yunrou for her birthday. The little girl liked it very much and carried it everywhere she went recently.

Yang Haiyang cooks all the meals himself. As a home-cooked dish, the taste is very good, much better than takeaway.

While we were eating, Yang Haiyang and I chatted casually, most of which were short-sighted topics, such as Yang Youling's performance in the kindergarten, the convenience store business, him and Shang Yunrou...

"I like Aunt Yunrou, I want her to be my mother!" Upon hearing Shang Yunrou's name, Yang Youling raised her head from her rice bowl, with a grain of rice still sticking to her lips.

"But Aunt Yunrou hasn't agreed to marry me yet, so what do you think we should do?" Yang Haiyang took the rice from his daughter's lips, and smiled lovingly.

"Then you should work harder." Yang Youling frowned, and said seriously, "Pretend to be pitiful, Aunt Yunrou is so nice, she will sympathize with you."

I couldn't help laughing out loud, and said to Yang Haiyang: "Did you hear me telling you to pretend to be pitiful? Learn."

Yang Haiyang also couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not Shang Muxiao, I can't pretend to be pitiful."

Hearing Shang Muxiao's name, the smile on my lips faded a little, and I deliberately changed the subject and said, "Have you proposed yet?"

Yang Haiyangyuan also mentioned it casually, and quickly put Shang Muxiao behind him, and began to talk about his proposal plan.

"I'm going to propose on Thanksgiving."

"Thanksgiving?" Although it is also a holiday, most people in China do not believe in religion, and it is rare to hear that people propose marriage on Thanksgiving.

Yang Haiyang said: "If the proposal is successful, this day every year will be my Thanksgiving Day."

I was stunned for a moment, deeply moved in my heart, I never thought that Yang Haiyang would have such an affectionate and romantic side.

"I've already ordered a candlelight dinner and bought a ring in advance. I just hope that day will go smoothly and there will be no accidents." A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated, and he didn't have a deep chat with me.

I think I know what the "accident" is in his mouth.If Shang Muxiao finds out about his proposal, it may not be as simple as throwing a stone at a glass. I'm afraid that he will be attacked by Shang Muxiao in a dark alley and his head will be smashed.

After dinner, Yang Haiyang cleared the table and took out two tickets for the art exhibition from the bedroom to me.

"Mei Zixun's solo exhibition?" I read the header on the ticket, and I was not familiar with this artist.

"It's Yunrou's mother." Yang Haiyang said, "After she passed away, all her paintings were managed by the foundation under her name. Every year, art exhibitions are held regularly around the world. The proceeds will be used for charity in addition to maintaining the daily operations of the foundation. .”

"Yun Rou gave me the ticket, let me give it to you, and said that you are someone with great artistic appreciation..."

Although aesthetics is also a branch of the philosophical system, I have only studied and discussed it, and I know little about the works it presents.but……

"Thank her for me." Since it was Shang Yunrou who sent me off specially, I have to go there no matter what, so as to live up to her kindness.

The only person around me who is interested in the art exhibition is Shen Luoyu. I call her and ask, she happens to be free this Saturday.

The art exhibition is from 8:17 to [-]:[-] at the National Art Museum. Shen Luoyu and I agreed to meet at the entrance of the art museum at [-]:[-] pm, and we happened to have a meal together when it was over.

Before going to the art exhibition, I specifically checked the information of Zha Mei Zixun on the Internet, so as to have the most basic understanding of her paintings, so as not to fail to understand everything.

Most of the Internet is information about her art exhibitions, awards, etc., but only mentions about Shang Lu, and words such as "depression" and "suicide" never appear. It is only said that she died of illness at the age of 37.

Her most representative paintings stay before the age of 30. The combination of bright and gorgeous colors and natural scenery creates her unique personal style. She was once called "Oriental Impression No. 1" by Fan Feng, a famous calligraphy and painting critic. .Unfortunately, after the age of 30, due to illness, her paintings decreased year by year, and she stopped creating in the last two years.

"Garden View" is the last group of giant oil paintings she created when she was 30 years old. There are three pieces in total, each of which is 190X200 cm. It can be said that it is the protagonist of every art exhibition. Even the tickets are printed with this group of paintings. Partial screenshot.

On Saturday, Shen Luoyu and I met and went into the art museum together, and then went to the exhibitions separately, looking at different things, and only agreed to meet at the exit at five o'clock.

The exhibition hall is quite large, but there are not many people. Sometimes no one comes to disturb a painting for a long time.

Mei Zixun's colors are indeed amazing, and they are already very beautiful on the Internet. Looking at the real work on the spot, it can only be described as "shocking".

I strolled slowly, looking at the pictures one by one, enjoying it alone, and when I arrived at the area where "Garden View" was exhibited, it was almost four o'clock.

There are two entrances into the huge exhibition hall, one end and the other end.As soon as I was about to go in, I saw a man standing in the middle, wearing a peaked cap and a black motorcycle suit.I don't need to see the whole face, I can recognize Shang Muxiao from just a silhouette.

He didn't show up in front of me again this week, and with the cancellation of the bet, it seems that my contact with him has also been severed.

The wounds on the hands and feet have scabbed after a week of healing, and I believe they will be back to normal after a while.I thought that Shang Muxiao would be like this wound, gradually fading out of my memory, and there would be no more intersections.As a result, when you visit an art exhibition, you can meet...

That's right, this is his mother's art exhibition, so what's so strange about him coming to see it as a son?

I was planning to leave quietly before he found out, when I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw what he was holding, my heart skipped a beat.

It is a ceramic box opener, which looks like a pen and can be retracted. It is a good hand for opening express delivery.I know because I also have such a knife.

It's not as sharp as a traditional blade, but it's more than enough to scratch the canvas.

Shang Muxiao stood quietly in front of "Garden View", looking up at the most central one, and kept extending and retracting the ceramic knife head in his hand, without noticing my arrival.

His face was very gloomy, and he looked at the painting in front of him with a hint of cruelty.As if it wasn't the beautiful home of his dreams, but the place of his nightmares.

I had a premonition that he was going to do something stupid. He specially brought a ceramic knife to avoid the security check. I don't think he was just here to receive the courier.

Suddenly, he walked towards the painting.

"Shang Muxiao!" My body made its own choice before reason came into play.

Shang Muxiao stopped in his tracks and looked at me like a ghost, I took the opportunity to grab his wrist.

"Let go." His tone was terrifying, he didn't bother why I appeared here, he just asked me to let him go.

The more he is like this, the more I hold on to it, the tighter I hold it.

"What are you going to do? Surveillance is everywhere here, and alarms are installed on every painting, are you crazy?" Although these are his mother's paintings, strictly speaking, they already belong to the foundation, and he cannot own them, let alone have the right destruction.

"Say it again, let go." He enunciated the last two words clearly and paused each word.

It's fine if you don't see it, how can you turn a blind eye when it's all over?

He raised his hand to break free, but I held it tightly to prevent him from moving, and the two of us tugged in the exhibition hall.He thinks I'm meddling in my own business, and I think he's too disobedient, and his actions are full of anger.

I don't understand why he always does some outrageous things. He clearly has a great youth, but lives in a muddle.

"Give me the knife." I went to grab his knife. He resisted fiercely, and a sharp pain hit his palm during the struggle. The next second, the knife fell to the ground and slid to the base of the wall due to the force.

"You..." He was so angry that I felt that for a moment he really wanted to kill me, but when he saw my hand, he was stunned again, and his emotions froze there, unable to utter a word. , can not be eliminated.

My hand was cut by a ceramic knife, and there was a line of blood left on the palm. Fortunately, it was not deep, but it was just a new wound plus an old one. I am afraid that it will take a while to heal.

I raised my hand, took out a tissue from my pocket to press the wound, and didn't look at him again.

"You shouldn't stop me." The hatred in his words could not be dispelled, but it had become calm, and it sounded like he had given up his intention of destroying the painting.

Human voices came from outside the exhibition hall, and it was a bit noisy from a distance. The sound of the walkie-talkie was interspersed with it. It seemed that the security of the exhibition hall noticed something strange from the surveillance and asked the nearby people to come and check.

I hurriedly raised my head to look at Shang Muxiao, and saw that he was still standing calmly, looking fearless, I frowned and urged, "Aren't you leaving?"

He took a deep look at me, and went to see "Garden View", looking quite unwilling, but forced by the situation, he could only leave in a hurry through another exit.

After he left, I immediately picked up the ceramic knife from the base of the wall and just put it into the storage bag next to the wheelchair. , and went to patrol elsewhere.

I slumped my shoulders and took a deep breath, only to realize later that I was so nervous that I even forgot to breathe.

In the second half, I had no intention of watching the exhibition, so I went out early to buy gauze at a nearby pharmacy, and treated the wound simply.The hall was cleared at five o'clock, and we met Shen Luoyu at the gate. She was surprised to see the wound on my hand.

"Where did you get this injury? Did you have it before? Why don't I remember." She adjusted the glasses on her face and moved closer to take a closer look.

I hid it and didn't let her see it too clearly.

"Yes, you didn't look carefully. I accidentally fell last week, and I also had it on my leg, but it's almost healed."

"Did you fall? How did you fall? Where did you fall? Is your leg okay?" She asked a lot of questions without doubting the authenticity of my words at all.

"I'm hungry, let's go straight to dinner." I deliberately avoided, not answering any of her questions, and only focused on the first-class life plan.

"Oh, you..." She couldn't pry my mouth open, she was so angry, but she had nothing to do with me, she chased after me after a while, "Then go to the restaurant I mentioned last time?"

I thought that after the painting exhibition, my fate with Shang Muxiao would be completely over. If it wasn't for the chance meeting on campus and his sister's marriage, there would be little chance of meeting again in private.

But I didn't expect to meet him again the next day, still at my door.

He blocked my way with his whole body soaked, the rain dripped from the tips of his hair, and slid down the corners of his eyes, like a dog in the water with no air.