The KTV room is very noisy, and before Liao Jing met Fu Zisong, she didn't come to this kind of place often. She was wearing the set of clothes sent by Fu Zisong in the afternoon, even in summer, it still looked too cool. Liao Jing has just the right figure, big breasts and thin waist, and a pair of straight long legs, and has many suitors when she was in school. The top of that suit was a small blue vest, and below it was a very transparent chiffon tight red dress, and the most embarrassing thing was that you couldn't wear B under the blue vest

A, the whole set of clothes seems to be torn with a slight pull, and it is better to wear than nothing. The air conditioner in the private room was turned on to 18 degrees, and it was terribly cold. There are third- and fourth-tier stars in a group of girls, as well as daughters of broken businessmen, the scale of jokes is very large, and there are little girls standing on the KTV table dancing to the rhythm. A few beer-bellied bosses, who looked slightly greasy, groped around irregularly, looking at the little girl dancing on the table. Liao Jing was the one directly brought in by Fu Zisong, sitting on the couch on the other side of the private room, very empty and a little embarrassed. The whole private room is like the two poles of the universe, on one side are some small bosses squinting around the little girl, and on the other hand, some middle-aged people dressed like elites, opened three or four bottles of wine that Liao Jing thought was very expensive, although it was also laughter, but no girl dared to move forward. The right is invisibly divided in this room. Liao Jing sat in the middle of the two poles of the universe, her hands clasped on her knees, a little overwhelmed.

"It's the first time I've been here." I didn't notice that among the "elite" middle-aged people, there was a young man in his twenties. He was not tall, and he looked indifferent and held a glass of wine, and smiled at her unexpectedly.

"Yes, this is the one, the ...... I mentioned before" Fu Zisong changed his gentle and elegant image in the past, and introduced to this young man with great flattery, "Graduated from a famous school, a girl with a little reputation in the painting world, just call her Ah Jing." ”

Fu Zisong has countless images in Liao Jing's eyes. In a school cafeteria, the big boy who gently asked her to borrow a meal card; a handsome boy who took her to see an art exhibition and communicated with the painter in authentic French; the handsome man under the stars who recites a Shakespearean sonnet in Old English; And this man who grovels for the debt of business. She felt sorry for such Fu Zisong. If it weren't for the sudden problem of the family's business, he could still be the romantic lover who talked to her about poetry and songs. But now, Fu Zisong, who is so tall that he can't be beaten, is in such a KTV, very flattering to please people who may invest money in the family's business.

"Ah Jing, help me this time." Before coming, Fu Zisong knelt in front of Liao Jing, "As long as we get through this difficulty, there will be, as I described to you, that kind of life." ”

Liao Jing understood what it meant to come to such a place in such sexy and glamorous clothes, and she also clearly knew what Fu Zisong meant by "gang". She and Fu Zisong met in college, and in the past five years, they have come to this day step by step. It can be said that except for this time, Fu Zisong almost followed her wishes. Even without the five-year relationship, Liao Jing couldn't refuse. Her family conditions are not good, and she has a younger brother who is more than ten years younger than herself to support. Without Fu Zisong's support over the years, Liao Jing would not have achieved her current achievements at all.

Hongmen Banquet, knowing that there is a thousand mountains in front of him, it is even more difficult, but even if he dies, he must continue to move forward. Liao Jing has no other way out.

"Lots of advice." Liao Jing stretched out a hand and bent down to say hello. She has a kind of goddess temperament, and the first time she sees it, she can only express it as "amazing". The eyes occupy a large proportion of the face, and the long eyelashes resemble flying butterflies. Her skin is fair and clear, her lips are stunningly gorgeous, and she is a natural beauty in the true sense of the word. Coincidentally, such a bright woman was born to paint well, and she inherited the painting style from the Tang Dynasty, and the works on display had a strong classical atmosphere, which caused a great sensation in Japan.

"I've seen your paintings, they're beautiful." The young man shook his hand back out of politeness, very clean and gentlemanly, and took it back as if the dragonfly had a little water, and continued to take a sip of champagne in his hand, "I don't know if you've heard of it, my name is tonight." ”

His voice was not loud, but there was silence in the private room for a moment, and the little bosses looked over in disbelief, and a few of them had the intention of coming over to ask for contact information. No one expected that the business world would attend such a small occasion tonight.

Perhaps in order to answer some people's doubts, he smiled tonight, "To do things for others, you always have to be a little attentive, not to mention that your friends are still here." He raised his glass and gestured to a certain "elite" among the middle-aged people: "The wine is very good, but there are some things later, go first." ”

Fu Zisong took Liao Jing's hand and followed him out. I closed the door of the private room tonight, and said to Fu Zisong with a smile, "I will accept the proposal, but there is really something today, why not another day?" ”

Fu Zisong insisted on making an appointment for the next meeting, and then let go of tonight.

The second time Liao Jing saw tonight, it was a VIP suite in the hotel. In the place set by Fu Zisong himself, the thirteen floors of the entire hotel were all wrapped, and the corridor was hung with retro decorative paintings, and the ambiguous lights made people's eyes hurt. Tonight, I was obviously poured some wine, and after pushing the door open, I was drunk, and I ran directly to the sink to wash my face. Liao Jing was originally sitting on the bed, but when she saw him come in, she stood up in a panic. Before she came, she took a shower and changed into a set of sexy underwear that Fu Zisong personally sent to the room. Underneath the light dress, there is an unobstructed view of spring.

After taking a cold shower tonight, I saw such a picture when I entered the master bedroom. He was stunned for two seconds, then picked up a new bath towel on the shelf to wipe his hair, "Fu Zisong is in business, if he can have such a scheming, he will fall to such a state." ”

Liao Jing didn't expect him to say this, he didn't know whether to continue, or he was stunned. She remembered Fu Zisong's words before, gritted her teeth, and took off the last layer of lightness on her body. "Fu Zisong has never touched me."

"And then?" Tonight, Yun gently handed over a large blanket to Liao Jing to cover, "Did you decide to dedicate yourself to him like this?" ”

He sighed with regret, "I like your paintings very much, the style is fantastical and sad. The style of the work is actually very expressive of a person sometimes, you are not such a woman, go back. ”

"Am I not good enough?" Liao Jing felt ashamed, but asked unwillingly.

"I know that there is a strange story in Japan about the Tokugawa shogunate period, there was a painter who was known for his eccentric style. The devil picture he created is like having a soul, which makes people feel cold. The artist has a beloved only daughter, who is regarded as a treasure. One day, the artist was asked to paint a picture of hell, and unfortunately he dreamed that he saw his daughter fall into purgatory. In order to recreate the scene in the dream, the painter let his only daughter sit in a carriage and fall into a cliff. By observing his daughter's expression, he created stunning paintings. "Tonight, I opened the closet, took apart a shirt that I had prepared in advance, and changed it as I spoke, "The gist of the story is not that the painter sacrifices his only daughter for a great cause. It wants to emphasize that man's greedy desires are hell in themselves. Anything can be sacrificed in order to achieve one's own ends. ”

He tried on the expensive suit prepared by Fu Zisong in front of the dressing mirror, and turned his head to look at Liao Jing, "In some men's worlds, even an only daughter does not have the right to choose her own fate. But I don't want you to be a victim of that pathetic nature. If I'm not mistaken, it doesn't seem that your name is on the engagement invitation sent by Fu Zisong. ”

Tonight's words pierced Liao Jing's heart like a dagger, she is a slow-burning person, once she chooses to believe, she firmly believes. And this sudden blow, even if she had a premonition, caught Liao Jing a little off guard.

He ...... When is it time to get engaged? Liao Jing repeated tonight's words in an incredible tone, her limbs were numb to the point that she lost consciousness, leaving only her heart beating and hurting. She felt like a big joke, wearing the clothes sent by Fu Zisong, standing here without the slightest shame.

"The woman is the only daughter of a jewelry tycoon, and with this dowry, Fu Zisong will soon be able to return to his previous state. It's a pity that he doesn't seem to have you in his future life plan. Tonight, he took out the beautifully packaged invitation and effortlessly debunked Fu Zisong's disguise in Liao Jing's eyes.

"However, we have five years of relationship, five years, five years, five ......years, eh" Liao Jing spoke incoherently, not wanting to accept the invitation in her hand tonight, nor wanting to recognize such a reality. She is just Fu Zisong's tool to curry favor with tonight, pulling the Du family's backer tonight, and her progress is just around the corner.

"If a person really has you in his heart, how can he give you up like this." Some things are made clear, and the more thoroughly they are debunked, the more people will recognize the reality.

"Wearing clothes you don't like and sending them to someone else's bed. Ah Jing: Right, don't you know? Love isn't like this. That person doesn't love you at all, he loves nothing more than himself. ”

Liao Jing squatted in the corner, neither crying nor making trouble. His arms were buckled on his knees like he had entered the KTV room for the first time, leaning against the wall, his eyes were empty, and his mouth was broken: "So what can I do?" ”

"As I said, I like your paintings." Tonight, he took out a check from the pocket of his old clothes, and wrote a large amount for Liao Jing, "I admire Fu Zisong's vision of buying clothes, but I hate the way he behaves." This money is given to you, go where you want to go, and find someone who truly loves you. Fu Zisong, he is not your lover. ”

Liao Jing didn't know how she walked out of the hotel that night, Fu Zisong's face gradually blurred her vision, she seemed to have a long dream, in the dream a man named Fu Zisong hugged her and said romantic I love you in French. When the plane took off and landed, Liao Jing became stronger from a weak woman.

Hokkaido is a great place to recuperate. The clean air and quaint buildings and temples make Liao Jing feel unbelievably peaceful. During this period, she created a large number of works that were later praised by art critics, and she used the money given tonight to contact a local gallery to open a small exhibition.

Until the man who was holding a DSLR and expressing interest in her work knocked on the door that had been closed in her heart. Entrepreneurs who started their own companies, with their own listed companies on the New York Stock Exchange, came across this gallery while on vacation. As soon as the two fell in love at first sight, they could no longer be controlled.

Have you ever loved someone, have you ever hated someone.

But time can always consume people's emotions, like flowing water across the edges and corners of the years. That man was like a glimmer of light breaking into Liao Jing's life, making Liao Jing's calm heart rekindle waves.

You visit Hokkaido four times in your life, and each season has its own unique charm. February is the Chinese New Year, and Liao Jing, who has no plans to return to China for the time being, wants to be alone in a strange country. Liao Jing loved the Hokkaido winter, so she took a car to Otaru, a port city in southwestern Hokkaido. In mid-February, there is an "Otaru Snow Lantern Road" in Otaru, and Liao Jing puts her luggage at the booked homestay and walks alone on the streets that are new and unfamiliar to her.

Candles are lit on the snow in front of the house, and the flickering candles form a whole road of snow lanterns. On the surface of the canal, glass floats are hung with ropes fixed to both ends of the canal, and candles are lit in them to float on the canal to decorate the winter nights. The streets and alleys of the whole city are full of snowmen and snow lanterns, which is as beautiful as the country of clouds in a fairy tale.

Dates and wishes are written on the candle lamps, but most of them are prayers for peace and happiness. What is Liao Jing's wish? Let's have a small art exhibition of your own, and maybe open a small and cozy inn like a Japanese minshuku with your loved ones. She clasped her hands together and clasped her fingers together to make her wish against the glittering canal.

Jiang Siguo recalled that scene many years later, and still felt that it was thrillingly beautiful. He couldn't help but pick up the SLR in his hand and take a picture of the beautiful woman on the other side of the canal who made a wish to the river lantern. Jiang Siguo, who was still intoxicated by the beautiful picture, was stunned, and the figure of the woman disappeared.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. In my mother's mouth, the description of the woman in the Chinese "Book of Songs" is probably like this. Bright and peerless, just like the bright moonlight tossing and turning in front of the wanderer's window.

Liao Jing, who didn't notice being secretly photographed, walked aimlessly on the streets of Otaru alone. This is the birthplace of the romance in Shunji Iwai's "Love Letters", and the small shops around it sell all kinds of exquisite and beautiful souvenirs, but of course the prices are correspondingly more expensive. Liao Jing, who was holding tonight's check in her hand, was stupid at first, full of anticipation and hoped that Fu Zisong could find herself, but when the news of Fu Zisong's marriage came from China tonight, she completely gave up. Those five years of feelings, is it a toy? Is it sincere? It doesn't seem to matter anymore. Liao Jing held the money in her hand and walked alone on the streets of a foreign country. Although lonely, he is also satisfied.

The check written to her tonight is enough for ordinary people to live in peace in such a city for a lifetime. She didn't know why tonight was so good, and helped her in her most difficult time, what she knew was that she would have to return this favor to him one day.

I contacted several galleries, but finally settled on an old-fashioned gallery with a quaint building. Liao Jing's paintings have a strong Tang style color, and the bright colors and recent calm and precise lines make her works have a strong contrast beauty. Just like the face of the world's beauties, there is also the heart of firewood, rice, oil and salt. The exhibition was unexpectedly a success, and not only several domestic literary and art magazines that had been contacted in advance flew over to make special reports, but also many local Japanese painters came to exchange experiences and learn skills. After an art exhibition, the price of a few works sold was enough for her to buy a nice courtyard in Otaru. Liao Jing's fame began to gradually resound in the art world, and more and more old-school painters also relaxed their comments on her in the criticism of painting and calligraphy, saying that her work was a pioneering retroism.

Liao Jing took advantage of this favorable public opinion trend to open a number of private art exhibitions in Japan in a row. Several niche literary magazines also came over to make special reports on Liao Jing's recent art exhibition. Jiang Siguo saw that magazine on the sidelines of a meeting. A trip to Otaru in Hokkaido made him fall in love with the beautiful woman by the canal at first sight. He didn't know her nationality, and subconsciously felt that it was related to literature and art. When he returned to the United States, he ordered a local literary weekly in Otaru, hoping to find out what the woman was. It was a report on Liao Jing's new art exhibition, and the album included an illustration of Liao Jing crouching on a drawing board and painting quietly. The eyes as clear as autumn water and the fair skin are Jiang Siguo's unforgettable face. At the end of the article, the magazine announced the time and place of Liao Jing's latest exhibition and future art exhibitions, and said that some of the art exhibitions are sponsored by the local government and are completely free and open to local residents.

As if the ghost was a god, Jiang Siguo ordered the nearest general plane. Before leaving, his mother asked him why he was in such a hurry when he was packing. Jiang Siguo smiled slightly, "Don't you often tell me about your past with your father?" For the sake of the people you love, even if you trek through mountains and rivers, you will not hesitate to say goodbye to your homeland from now on. I just thought, I guess I've met someone like that. ”

The sunset is best in the evening, with a warm red glow shining on the faces of those who come home. This is Liao Jing's last exhibition in Japan, and her fame in the art world has led her to receive an invitation from the Academy of Fine Arts, and she will fly back to Hangzhou next week to open a private public exhibition. As the setting sun set on the brightly colored paintings at the doorway, she put them away one by one, sorting the works entrusted to the gallery owner for sale and the works from her own private collection. In the evening breeze of the setting sun, the birds are so gentle that people are silent.

Jiang Siguo walked in at this time. He stepped over the threshold of the gallery door and saw the person he had in mind on the Otaru Snow Lantern Road. He held back the excitement in his heart, walked to the drawing board she was taking off as if he was passing by inadvertently, and said in fluent Japanese, "The style is sad and rich, with the style of the late Tang Dynasty, it is a masterpiece." ”

Liao Jing looked up and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry sir, this painting has already been sold." She suddenly remembered that she had just spoken Chinese, and as if she was afraid that the other party would not understand, she repeated what she had just said in Japanese, which she was not very fluent in.

"Are you Chinese?" Jiang Siguo was simply pleasantly surprised, he changed the Chinese mixed with Beijing accent and happily compared, "I am very interested in your paintings, if you don't mind, can you talk to me about Chinese calligraphy and painting?" ”

Liao Jing had an inexplicable affection for the man in front of her who spoke clumsy Beijing dialect, and she smiled, "Of course you can." ”

Liao Jing's last wish was to open a small hotel of her own. After the Hangzhou Art Exhibition, she liquidated her funds and wanted to buy a courtyard in a slightly remote part of the Sanzhu area for rectification. At that time, she and Jiang Siguo were already very familiar with each other, and the two became friends who talked about everything. Of course, there is ambiguity between men and women, but Jiang Siguo didn't say it, and Liao Jing didn't mention it.

"I always feel that Sanzhu is too close to Lingyin Temple, and where the incense is at its peak, there is no fireworks in the world." Jiang Siguo took Liao Jing's hand and walked casually on the edge of the West Lake, his Chinese has become very fluent after a period of practice, "I have a very good choice." He stopped at the pedestrian alley on the side of the willow waves and orioles by the West Lake, and pushed open a classical Chinese wooden door that looked inconspicuous. Inside are pavilions and pavilions, rockery landscape pavilions, a pool of water leading to the West Lake, and the water is a visible koi. It seems to be a Soviet-style garden moved down from a Ming and Qing dynasty novel.

"I remember you saying that your last wish was to open a small hotel with your beloved. Coincidentally, my first wish in my life was the same. ”

"When did you have such a wish?" Liao Jing thought he was joking, leaned on the door frame, let him lead but did not walk in.

"After the first time I met you." Jiang Siguo pulled out a photograph of him from his wallet. It's the Snow Lantern Road in Otaru, Hokkaido, in February, where a young woman clasps her fingers and makes a wish on the starry river lanterns on the canal. Liao Jing knew that the woman who made a wish by the river was herself.

"Xu Xian and the White Lady West Lake met." Jiang Siguo is unhurried, all his knowledge about China comes from his mother, "I hope that I can be with Ah Jing by the West Lake." ”

Liao Jing and Jiang Siguo's wedding was very low-key. In addition to her parents and family, Liao Jing only sent an invitation to tonight. In June, the West Lake is full of large lotus flowers. She sat in the pavilion built for her by Jiang Siguo, and she was the most beautiful bride. It is said that it was very lively, the West Lake fountain was lit up at night, and she was wearing a red wedding dress and sitting on the colorful boat rented by Jiang Siguo, and her smile was enviable happiness.

I called Fu Zisong tonight. He is now the executive director of a jewelry group, married to the only daughter of the chairman, and is naturally in a high position, and his tone is no more groveling than in the past.

"Just to tell you how she's doing, or maybe, I won't have to tell you again." Tonight, I turned a few pages of Fu Zisong's latest lace scandal. With these things, it is easy to make the tigress in Fu Zisong's family turn the world upside down, and sometimes the man who relies on his wife's property to get on the throne is not necessarily as beautiful as in front of people.

She ...... Okay? Fu Zisong gradually let go of the young and hot little girl in the KTV private room, the voice in the corridor was not so noisy, he pushed open the door and could hear the clear sound tonight.

"The exhibition was very successful, and now I am married to a very good person. The man was a certain founder of a public company in New York and treated her very well. ”

Tonight, he read the information in hand without any emotion, "I don't know who used all his connections to contact the domestic and Japanese media, how could Fu Shao let go so easily?" ”

At the beginning, the Fu family's business was at an impasse, and Fu Zisong's father came up with the idea of buying tonight through Liao Jing. Liao Jing is in danger for one day when she is by Fu Zisong's side. With insidiousness, Fu Zisong is no more than his father who has been in the mall for many years. If it weren't for tonight, he would have given Liao Jing to other investors. It just so happened that at that time, the daughter of a jewelry tycoon fell in love with Fu Zisong at first sight at a business reception.

"Perhaps, this is the best ending I can give Ah Jing." Fu Zisong loosened his tie, and inside the private room was the business and wine that he hated the most before. The proud Fu Zisong, who recited Shakespeare's sonnets, will never come back. He didn't want Liao Jing to follow him and fall into this boundless hell together.

"Do you need me to explain to Liao Jing later? After all, that money ......"

"At this point, it's not clear how to explain. I'll be the bad guy, as long as Ah Jing feels happy, it's okay to scold me. Fu Zisong suddenly felt that his eyes were astringent, and the soreness on the tip of his nose made him a little difficult to adapt, "But in the future, the Fu family's business will still bother you to pay more attention." Seeing the delicate pink woman walking towards him from a distance, he quickly changed the subject.

Tonight, he followed his words, "The Fu family has been friends with the Du family for so many years, don't talk about me, even the old man has to give three points, how dare you deliberately embarrass me." ”

The phone was snatched and forcibly hung up. The woman in the pink tight-fitting dress stared at her hot eyes and asked angrily, "Who are you talking to, Uncle Wen said that you don't study well here...... Huh? Why are you crying? ”

Fu Zisong put his arm around her shoulders and put his head in her hair, "Wife, it's nothing, probably because I drank too much and my eyes were spicy from wine." ”

The woman in pink pushed him coquettishly, arranged for him to rest in the private room next door, and dealt with a group of old men in the other private room with a smile.

"This woman...... It deserves the name of a tigress. Tonight, I helplessly supported my forehead on the phone that hung up. With a character like Fu Zisong, with such an arrogant and powerful woman, he will never suffer, right......