Landing On My Heart

Chapter Sixty Eight

Although the rain stopped, the weather was still gloomy, and the cold wind mixed with moisture was bitingly cold.

In this weather, I don’t want to go out even if I’m so sleepy that I’m fighting.

When Fu Mingyu called Ruan Sixian, she heard her voice clear, not as if she had slept.

"Did you not sleep in the afternoon?"

"No, I went out for dinner at noon and came back in the afternoon to do a set of questions."

"..."

Awesome.

In the evening, I broke through the ghost gate, stayed up all night, wrestled in bed in the morning, and read a book in the afternoon.

His girlfriend is really amazing.

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"it is good."

After the beep sounded on the phone, Ruan Sixian looked at the computer again.

She didn't read a book and searched the word "Dong Xian" on the Internet all afternoon.

Whether it is a webpage, a Weibo, or a professional forum, the content related to her is almost all about oil paintings, award-winning, and very little about her personal affairs.

Ruan Sixian checked the relevant information of the agent again.

The smell of wine is also afraid of the deep alleys. Moreover, most artists are devoted to creation, often for several months after retreat, and there is no extra time and energy to operate the sales of their own works, the planning of solo exhibitions and other social activities, and most artists Being unfamiliar with commercial activities may bury an artist with great potential, and some excellent works will not be able to enter the sight of everyone.

So the management team of art brokers came into being.

After that, the excellent art works must enter the art market for circulation, preservation and appreciation, and also require professional brokers and institutions to operate.

According to Baidu Encyclopedia, Guo Gaoyang, a senior agent in the art industry, with its rich network resources, made three unknown painters be seen, his artistic attainments were recognized, and he immediately went abroad and became famous.

But apart from this encyclopedia, there is almost no other information about this person on the Internet.

Ruan Sixian combined the two notes "Dong Xian" and "Guo Gaoyang" to search, and there was not much related content.

"Contemporary oil painting artist Dong Xian talks with Mr. Guo Gaoyang of Jiangcheng Futoli Gallery about oil painting art."

"Jiangcheng Futoli Gallery Guo Gaoyang talks about Dong Xian: It's not too late to bloom late."

I look at these official press releases.

Guo Gaoyang is also a relatively low-key person, and there are basically no work-related matters on the Internet.

When the webpage is placed on seven or eight pages, the degree of keyword adhesion has become lower and lower.

Finally, in the vastness of the content, she saw the news that Dong Xian and Zheng Taian were married a few years ago.

At that time, Dong Xian was already well-known. Although there were not many related reports, they still existed.

One of the reports was forwarded by an oil painting information blogger.

"The matchmaker is my boss. I have seen Mr. Dong a real person, super beautiful hahaha."

Ruan Sixian clicked on the person's homepage and took a look. He stopped updating Weibo two years ago, but the profile was still "Professional Agent of Jiangcheng Floatori Gallery".

The indoor access control system suddenly rang. Ruan Sixian closed the computer and walked to the living room with slippers, and at the same time sent a message to Fu Mingyu.

[Ruan Sixian]: The dinner you ordered is here!

Just after sending it out, I saw Dong Xian's face from the surveillance screen.

The person was downstairs in the unit and didn't come up.

"what happened?"

Ruan Sixian asked after he was connected.

Dong Xian raised her hand, carrying a food container, "I still didn't sleep last night, I want to come and see you."

The two looked at each other through a small machine.

One was cautious, while the other didn't know what was thinking.

After a while, the communicator was interrupted by another dial.

The real food delivery person is here.

"Hello, I'm the hostess of the West Wing Banquet, and your dinner is here."

Ruan Sixian opened the door, took the food box, looked back at the communicator, and pressed the open button on the unit door.

"Come up."

She did not close the door, and walked directly to the dining room with the food box, and placed it on the table in the same way.

Three dishes, one soup and two bowls of rice.

Does Fu Mingyu treat her as a pig?

At this time, Fu Mingyu called.

"Go to bed after eating, don't make questions."

"Oh."

Just then there was the sound of footsteps at the door, Ruan Sixian did not look back, and said, "No need to change shoes."

"Do you have guests?"

"Well, my mother is here."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and said, "I'll hang up first. You have a good meal."

Putting down the phone, Ruan Sixian turned her head with chopsticks, and saw Dong Xian walking in slowly with the food container, and raised her head to look at her house.

Turning to see the hearty food on her table, she was a little embarrassed.

She walked over and opened the food box, which contained a cup of soup.

"I thought you didn't sleep well, so I made some soup."

Ruan Sixian took the chopsticks, swallowed half a mouthful of rice, licked the corner of his mouth, and said, "Sit down."

Dong Xian nodded, Yiyan sat down, and pushed the soup in front of Ruan Sixian.

"This is pigeon soup. Your aunt picked fresh pigeons early in the morning."

She stretched her hand over, rubbed the back of her hand roughly, and her fingertips were even more chapped.

This is an occupational disease that can't be saved by any skin care products.

Seeing Ruan Sixian put down the chopsticks, Dong Xian handed her the spoon immediately.

"You taste it?"

Ruan Sixian did not answer and pushed the bowl in front of him away.

"I have something to ask you, and I will talk about the others later."

Dong Xian replied and retracted the spoon, "You can ask."

"What is your relationship with the owner of the Floatory Gallery?"

"what?"

Dong Xian was stunned, "You mean Guo Gaoyang?"

Ruan Sixian lowered his eyes and nodded slightly, "Yes."

"He is my agent, what's the matter?"

Ruan Sixian said: "I just said it straight. When I was a child, I used to take shortcuts home from the trail behind Nanxi Alley. You don't know?"

The three words "Nanxi Alley" were too far away, and when they mentioned it suddenly, there was a feeling of a suddenness.

Dong Xian looked at her blankly, "I don't know."

"Well, I knew you didn't know at all."

Ruan Sixian picked up the chopsticks again, did not eat anything, but just held it tightly in her hand, "Every time I go home from there, I have seen you get off a man’s car several times, and that man often gives you gifts. I remember he had a big mole on his forehead. Is that your agent?"

"he!"

Dong Xian is not stupid, and has a natural sensitivity to such things. Ruan Sixian knows what she means when she asks it.

Her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, "He has a wife and children. In England, do you think too much?"

Without waiting for Ruan Sixian to speak, she stood up impatiently, "I also said what weird things you said in the hospital that day, it turned out to be like this, where did you want to go?!"

"Don't worry."

Ruan Sixian was so painful that she said, "Didn't I ask you to verify?"

"Why are you just asking me now? How many years, almost ten years! You only come to ask me now, so you never want to see me because of this? I really don't know what to say, will you ——"

Ruan Sixian got up suddenly and walked into the kitchen.

Dong Xian also followed in, "Talk to you!"

"Drink water first."

Ruan Sixian put a glass of warm water directly in front of her, "Calm down and say it well."

She took the water Ruan Sixian handed over, closed her eyes and drank it all in one breath, and it took a long time to calm down.

"Okay, let me tell you well."

She put down the cup, turned and walked out of the kitchen, and sat on the sofa.

"I met Guo Gaoyang at an art charity event, and I took students to the event."

"He wants to sign a contract with me, but I have been hesitant. What you see in sending me home is that he insists on doing so, and I don't want your dad to know that I am in contact with a brokerage agency, so I stay closed."

"As for the gifts, he just wanted to show sincerity."

Ok.

Ruan Sixian couldn't tell how he felt at this moment.

She has been holding back for ten years, no one asked, and some people still don't understand why she can't accept the divorce of her parents.

She thought, no matter how angry she is, this kind of reputation is her last face protection for Dong Xian.

Therefore, a person has been silently carrying the aggrieved heart.

It turned out that it was really just her own imagination.

I am like a fool.

Seeing Ruan Sixian not speaking, Dong Xian asked again: "Why are you just asking me now?"

"What do you want me to ask?"

Ruan Sixian said, "I was only fourteen at the time, can I ask?"

For Ruan Sixian, who was still a junior high school student, this kind of thing was beyond her understanding.

It wasn't until a year later that her parents divorced, that she didn't know what it was like to react to it.

In the following years, Dong Xian rushed to various places, seeming to be very busy, and occasionally came back to look for her once or twice a year, and did not go to home, but waited at the school gate.

It seems to hate the previous home.

At that time, from the perspective of her dress, Ruan Sixian could feel that she was getting better and better, but the health of the father at home was getting worse.

From the head teacher to a single language teacher.

Later, there were fewer and fewer classes, and the conditions at home naturally declined.

The two contrasts seem to place the adults in opposite situations.

In the beginning, Dong Xian and Ruan Sixian's father could still maintain the surface peace and say a few words.

Then he didn't even say anything.

"Okay." Dong Xian raised his hand to signal the end of this topic, but his eyes were red, "You have misunderstood me for so many years because of this matter, and I'm really...so uncomfortable..."

She actually walked to the table, picked up the soup, rubbed her eyes, and said, "You have something to eat first."

Ruan Sixian still sat next to the sofa, unable to withdraw from his emotions, and didn't want to eat.

She was very helpless and didn't know what to say.

The two sit and stand quietly.

The heating is turned on in the living room, but I don’t feel warm.

The heat of the food in front of me gradually cooled, Dong Xian was pumping in her heart, choked up and said: "Ruan Ruan, let me accompany you during the New Year, okay?"

It has been almost twelve years, and the two of them never watched New Year's Eve, let off fireworks, and ate dinner.

Just a little bit, Ruan Sixian was about to nod in her gentle soak.

"I misunderstood you about this, and I apologize to you."

She suddenly lifted her chin and continued, "But you abandoned me when I was fourteen. This is true. It is true that you only came to see me five times in four years. My dad is learning that you are married. At that time, I was in a bad mood and went out for a walk and had a car accident. This is also true. You don’t know how I grew up after I was fourteen. Why do you let me spend the New Year with you when I don’t lack anything? "