Before leaving, Zhou Wenhan told me that if I felt unhappy or couldn't think about it, I must contact him in time, and his mobile phone was turned on 24 hours a day for "confidants".

He didn't call the people who came for treatment patients, and he was also caring.

I smiled and said, "Don't you want to open it, Dr. Zhou, you're really joking." ”

He looked me in the eye very seriously: "Don't take it seriously, there are many cases of depression because you can't get out of the past." I'm bullish on you, though. ”

"Well, if that's a consolation. I waved at him and smiled goodbye.

However, the moment I turned around, the expression on my face froze.

I can't hold it anymore.

In the fragments of memory, the past is creeping in.

The image of the girl hiding in the closet and covering her mouth, her eyes wide but not a single ray of light, flashed in my mind.

It's like an obscure image on an old television, sometimes with snowflakes, sometimes with shadows......

Although only the tip of the iceberg was exposed, I couldn't help but shiver in the burning July when the chill hit.

Walking out of the steel forest, I saw the soft glow of the setting sun adding a warm filter to the city.

I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to be alone, I just wanted to find a lively place and stay there all the time.

Finally, I appeared at Xia Xue's bar, Utopia.

"Sometimes I feel sad and I take a lot of the past to heart. Sometimes I let the dust fly, eternal utopia...... "Today's music is a little noisy, but it can dispel the uneasiness in my heart.

I came a little early, the band wasn't there, and the melody was coming from the stereo.

The sweet waitress came over and recommended me the hand-ground coffee, and I asked her if she had any milk tea?

She said yes, let me wait.

Then I took out my phone and flipped through it absentmindedly, not knowing what was going on in my head.

When I came back to my senses in the midst of the song, I realized that the band had started to play and there were more people.

Looking at the time, I actually sat like this for nearly four hours, and I hadn't taken a sip of milk tea at hand.

"Beauty, alone?" looked up, and Qiao Rui was looking at me with a smile.

I smiled and said yes, come here and listen to the song.

"Do you prefer folk or rock, or high opera?" he sat down and asked for a beer.

"I like everything that sounds good. I said.

"It just so happens that I have two tickets for the ballet, so I'll give it to you, so you can watch it with your friends. Qiao Rui said.

"What drama? "Swan Lake"?" I asked, no matter how classic it is, I will get tired of it.

"Giselle. Qiao Rui looked me in the eye.

"Oh, wouldn't it be nice to watch more comedy?" I bowed my head wistfully, not actually saying to him.

"Then let's listen to cross talk in Deyun Club?" Qiao Rui immediately became interested.

I wondered if he had misunderstood me, but admittedly it was easy to talk to him, so I asked him, "Do you think I'm a man of good taste?" ”

"No, you're a casual person. When he said that, I laughed.

He also showed his white teeth and smiled as heartily as his character.

This feeling of relaxation reminds me of the time I spent with a certain man before.

Hehe, why do you think of him again?, I laughed at myself.

"Teacher Qiao...... Sister Jiaoyang?" When Jiang Mengchen ran over, he couldn't hide his surprise.

I know she's still stuck in the scene where I mocked Qiao Rui when we first met in the 91st Art District. Probably curious when we actually became friends.

But this little girl is also very discerning, she didn't ask anything, but watched Qiao Rui continue the topic she wanted to talk about just now.

"Mr. Qiao, we have almost finished the song for next week's music festival, can you help us listen to it?"

"Good. Qiao Rui agreed.

The lively and cheerful tune was very rhythmic, and Qiao Rui turned his head to look at me: "I think it's good, what are you listening to?"

I said it was good, very energetic, very youthful.

"You're not quite right today, it seems like you're a little ...... Down?" he raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a slightly thoughtful expression.

I didn't speak, so I should acquiesce. Everyone is not a child anymore, who is in a good mood to run to the bar alone to meditate on their own mistakes?

"Wait a minute, don't go away. With that, he got up.

I watched him walk all the way to the stage, and then said a few words to the boy who played the guitar, and the boy handed him the guitar.

Huzi whistled, and the bar immediately fell silent.

A beam of chasing light hit Qiao Rui, dim and old, as if he had traveled to a tavern in the western highway.

He swept the strings like a whisper. His voice was low and melodious, and he spoke eloquently.

"You and I are mortals, born in the world; all day long, there is no leisure; since we are not immortals, it is inevitable that there will be distracting thoughts; morality is put on both sides, and the sharp words are placed in the middle......"

When the chorus starts, the keyboard tunes up the chords, and the magnetic sound is high-pitched.

"Ask you, when have you ever seen the world change for people, and if you have the face you have always dreamed of, is it considered to have spring?"

Qiao Rui is very focused, and sure enough, serious people are the best-looking.

"Mortal Song" is what I like, just because of the sentence "Ask you, when have you ever seen that the world is changing for people"?

What do people live for? Maybe it's just to live.

I'm really sad tonight, full of negative energy.

But the tone suddenly changed, and after a period of SOLO, Qiao Rui seamlessly connected another song, he sang: "Life is not only about the past, but also poetry and distant fields, you came to this world with your bare hands, desperate to find that sea......"

This guy ...... I sincerely admire the stroke of genius.

Qiao Rui's wonderful singing won bursts of applause and applause, and when he returned to sit down next to me, someone came over to greet him by touching the wine bottle.

After a small climax, Jiang Mengchen and the band members gathered over, each with a bottle of pure raw life.

"Sister Jiaoyang, our Teacher Qiao is a real middle-aged man in literature and art. Huzi raised an eyebrow at me.

"Why are you still middle-aged? Are you a teenager, can you speak?" Jiang Mengchen slapped the top of Huzi's head.

"It's okay, I won't refuse to call me grandpa. "Qiao Rui is with them, and there is no generation gap at all.

I rarely spoke that night, it was not the previous style of painting at all, Qiao Rui chatted with me from time to time for a while, and then continued to talk to Jiang Mengchen and them, I laughed low, and was often amused.

Only then did I know that Qiao Rui was a consulting professor in the photography department of a 211 art academy and a special photographer for a well-known photography magazine, but he never mentioned these titles in his resume, and he only had three words when he introduced himself: photographer.

Coincidentally, the community I live in now is only one road away from Qiao Rui's house.

"Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, what heavy work will there be in the future, don't forget me. Qiao Rui sent me downstairs and said with a smile.

"Okay, don't worry. "You're welcome, his hearty personality is really infectious.

I said goodnight, and when I turned around, the person behind me said, "Bright Sun, you look good when you smile." Don't be unhappy. ”

"Haha, thank you!" I didn't look back, I raised my hand and waved goodbye.

When I finished washing up and lay on the bed, I saw that Chu Qingchuan had sent me a message, which was a photo of a painting, which could be seen to have been taken in front of the real work in the art museum.

This "Girl with a Pearl Earring" is known as the Mona Lisa of the North. It is the work of the seventeenth-century Dutch painter Jan Vermeer, a painter who was destitute and destitute during his lifetime, died in middle age, left behind his wife and daughter, and went to heaven with unfinished faith, and the value of his work was recognized a hundred years later. Writers have written books and made movies based on this work, all of which have become immortal masterpieces.

Its size is not large, and after more than 300 years of baptism, the oil paint has long since dried up, and if it had not been carefully repaired, it might have turned into dust over time.

The girl's round and full cheeks and bright eyes, although far from the current standard of beauty, give people a beautiful imagination.

She was dressed very plainly, without fancy decorations, only a pearl earring on her left ear was the finishing touch.

More than 300 years ago, this young girl was recorded in the painting, and she was immortalized with only a faint smile that did not understand the world.

I looked at this work with pure appreciation, and I didn't reply to him, and I didn't need it.

Isn't it boring that he sent such a photo without a head?

A moment later, however, he sent another photo.

It was a sketch of me on the right side of my face with a pearl stud ear in my right ear.

"I sat in the museum all afternoon, and this is the only one that I am satisfied with. Are you still mad at me?" a message came into view, and I admitted that I was moved.

He once said that he hadn't written for a long time, and I could see that he had a good foundation, but because he was unfamiliar, he was always not fluent enough, but there were traces of seriousness.

However, now, I don't want to have any emotional involvement with a man, not just him.

I recognized the reality, but all excellent men, there will always be women who are missing, and I am not good at fighting them, I can't love, I am afraid of losing more valuable things because of love.

For example, the ego.

"Mr. Chu, I really envy you for having this kind of leisure, the girl you painted is very beautiful. "After I replied to him, I turned off the phone.

However, what I didn't expect was that this night would become the beginning of my nightmare.

The hypnotic dreams played out over and over again, I shouted hysterically and ran as hard as I could, but this time no one saved me from despair.

I deliberately turned on the light before going to bed, and when I woke up a moment before I was about to die in my dream, the light gave me warmth.

At this time, I was covered in a cold sweat, my heart was beating fast, and my breath was short.

What Zhou Wenhan said has come true, maybe I haven't been able to sleep well lately.

I looked at the time, half past four in the morning.

I didn't feel sleepy because of the nightmare, and even though I had only slept for two hours, I didn't want to go on at all.

I turned on the computer and browsed the web casually, but suddenly saw that in the news of the real estate channel, there was a report that the daughter of the Li Group, the famous pioneer artist Li Yutong, was looking for a new love, but the name of the new love was not Chu Jingnan.

The title of "Li's daughter's empathy, farewell to Lu Xingchen, an upstart in the venture capital industry", is extremely eye-catching.

At the same time, I also saw that in the news list below, there is a line of subheadings that read, "The Chu family will overturn, and there are eggs under the nest?"

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