Chapter 25: Traces of Painting (I)

The pork and beef in this supermarket are scraped from pigs and cattle raised by farmers in surrounding villages. The "killers" themselves slaughtered the animals, sealed them in small pieces, and delivered them to each point of sale before sunrise. The blood that solidifies on the three layers of meat and steak is by no means added later. The blood on the slaughterhouse had long since been wiped away with a rag, and now the coagulated blood that flowed out required the housewife to wash it with clean water.

The boy is a vegetarian and does not appear to be malnourished. When he smiles, he shows his front teeth, and there is a tiger tooth stubbornly sticking to his gums, which is very cute. Bai Yun told him that the next time they met, he would fry him a steak and give him a collection of Carver's short stories for afternoon tea.

Bai Yun likes to be a vegetarian or a meat eater, and it is difficult to distinguish between winners and losers in his long life. She went from men who like to eat meat, and she likes to eat meat, to what men eat has nothing to do with her, to a powerful stomach that seems to melt pieces of iron and aluminum.

When she paid the bill, the supermarket clerk recognized her at a glance and exchanged pleasantries with her while calculating the price of the goods. The last time I saw him, Bai Yun was still wearing bank overalls, but today he is dressed casually, with a white T-shirt, a gray coat, black leggings, and white canvas shoes.

"Don't you have to go to work today?"

"No, I'm quitting."

"Ahh The campers cast a look of joy and envy peculiar to women. "I didn't want to do it for a long time, but I didn't have the courage."

Bai Yun had no way to encourage her to resign or stay. Everyone has different circumstances and unspeakable secrets, and at this time, a smile is the best response.

"It's three hundred and eighty dollars. Cash or credit card. ”

"Cash."

"If I'm not mistaken, you've never settled with anything other than cash."

"Maybe I'm more nostalgic, I don't think the so-called convenient payment method is human progress, as if I never read an e-book."

"Welcome back next time."

"Goodbye, sweet girl."

Passing by the flower shop, Bai Yun planned to bring back a bouquet of sunflowers for the couple on the other side, and a bouquet of yellow and white daffodils for himself. She is also very casual in buying flowers, which is related to the mood of stepping into the flower shop at this moment. She doesn't like all kinds of flowers mixed together, and the same variety of flowers can't be tied into a big bunch, preferably a few sporadically, some are open, and some have buds.

Sunflowers and daffodils are briefly next to each other. In the car, two scents are cross-infected, very similar to the smell of a certain perfume. The woman surrounded by the fragrance of flowers instantly had the illusion of excitement, like the restlessness on the eve of being injected with anesthetics, and she wanted to tell someone a secret that had been hidden for a long time.

There are two sandwich milk tea shops next to the flower shop, and Bai Yun chose the one he had never been in before, and asked for a deep-sea cod sandwich and bubble tea. Dinner for one person, it's as simple as that. From a distance, the three shops look like a flower hamburger.

"Why do you keep turning off your phone, I'm in a hurry."

"Why are you here?"

"Come and see what I've brought you."

"Ah, it's the painting."

The painting Xu Zhisheng was holding in his arms was tightly wrapped in an off-white cloth.

"Didn't you say that you would come by courier?"

"You don't welcome me?"

"Hehe, I, I don't have any preparation."

"I see you, you see the painting, this trip is worth it."

"Come in and talk about it."

"I haven't seen you for a few days, how do you feel so indifferent to me?"

"Who told you to come uninvited?"

"One is to see you, and the other is for this painting. I spent a lot of money to sign the sales contract in black and white. I can't take someone else's for nothing, lest I fall behind and be led by the nose, although he would like to give the painting to my arms. ”

"It seems that people know how to send a woman to your arms, a painting, and it's really a bit difficult."

"What do you mean? What does it mean to send a woman to the door, I don't want to. ”

"How can the woman who delivers it to the door be cheap? You can sleep at the door at night. ”

"Being angry shows you care."

"Haha, I'll tease you."

Whether Bai Yun was angry or not, Xu Zhisheng couldn't guess. It's just that her attitude, from the time she saw him, didn't have a good face.

After sorting out the messy sunflower bouquet, Bai Yunguan held it on the counter of the shoe cabinet opposite the door, and the water in the glass vase was just over one-third of the bottle. After absorbing water, the sunflower rekindles the hope of rebirth.

Xu Zhisheng came to this house in Baiyun for the first time, and his intuition told him that the furnishings here were a very rigid hostess, such as bows and arrows and swords on the walls, which had the effect of warding off evil spirits and deterring men.

When sunflowers and daffodils are separated, their respective scents become pure, even if they have just absorbed each other's scents.

"Don't you want to see the paintings?"

"Give me the painting, I want to be alone with it for a while. Can you take a break from it? ”

Xu Zhisheng was talking about painting, and he had long been thinking about when the lingering wind outside would blow into the room; When will the flush of the setting sun be reflected on the face of the white clouds; When will the hard stones of the mountains touch the damp abyss?