Trafford’s Trading Club

The clock on the wall just entered the time of 9:30 pm.

But since nine o'clock, Su Houde has been standing outside the corridor, looking at the spacious room inside.

The smell of watercolor paint comes from the room from time to time, as well as some soft music. It wasn't until the last student inside finished scanning a fake copy of "David" that he left at half past nine.

This is a painting studio.

At this time, the art teacher in the studio, wearing a canvas denim apron and with his hair tied up, took a long breath and looked at the empty studio with a satisfied smile.

She began to pack away the tools and stools in the studio.

"Sanniang..."

Su Houde called softly.

Luo Qiu, who had been watching with him for half an hour, suddenly said: "Don't you plan to go in?"

Su Houde hesitated for a moment and asked, "She... doesn't remember me?"

Luo Qiu said calmly: "Do you still remember Taiyinzi? I later asked him something about the Jade Emperor's Heart Seal Sutra. Every time you complete a stage, you give up a skin. If you give up, you give up. , she won’t remember you who made jade for her, nor herself who asked you to make jade for her... Why do you need to ask? After watching it for half an hour, don’t you have the answer in your mind? "

Su Houde sighed and said: "She is Sanniang, but I don't feel that she is Sanniang... The look in her eyes is not like this."

As he spoke, Su Houde gritted his teeth and suddenly took steps into the studio.

Suddenly someone broke in. The young art teacher who had not been called Yu for three years now but called Qin Chuyu said in surprise: "Sir, this place has been closed. Is there anything you can do?"

"Sanniang..." Su Houde called softly.

Qin Chuyu showed a slightly wary look, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

Although this man is not really slovenly, he has a laid-back look, and his face is haggard, which can easily make people feel defensive - at least, that's how Qin Chuyu looks now.

Su Houde felt a pain in his heart, and his face turned pale. He lowered his head sadly, but sat aside, with Qin Chuyu and him separated by the drawing board.

"Sir, what do you want to do?"

"Can you let me paint a painting? I can pay...just one painting time."

"Sir, I'm closing now. If you want to learn to draw, you can come and sign up tomorrow."

However, Su Houde had already grabbed a Leonardo da Vinci V35 on the tool tray next to him. After dipping it in water, the scattered bristles were gathered into a sharp point, like a thrush pen.

Su Houde sat very upright, closed his eyes, held the brush, and remained still.

Qin Chuyu had never seen a person look so focused when writing. She couldn't help but frown - should she let the mall security come and drive this person away, or should she use some method to drive this person away.

What he was thinking about secretly, this strange man had already started to take action.

He concentrated on writing without looking at her, and there were wisps of tenderness in his eyes.

Scrub, stippling, and outlining.

Strange colors are interspersed in the brushstrokes. Out of curiosity, Qin Chuyu walked behind Su Houde and took a look, then did not leave.

This is not a Western painting method. This person is actually doing ink painting with a watercolor brush as if it were a brush.

But... what he sketched seemed to be a picture of a woman in palace clothes.

The smile is beautiful and natural, and the person in the painting seems to be gradually jumping out of the painting paper. Qin Chuyu opened his mouth slightly. The woman in the painting seemed to be painted using her as a template.

Su Houde began to inscribe on the canvas, and he also read the inscribed words.

"Sitting in front of the yellow flowers, I feel sad. When I wake up, I still recall the madness when I was drunk."

"How can cinnabar be a thousand-year-old medicine? It can hardly eliminate the frost on your temples during the day."

"The person with the inscription behind him is content with himself, but the puppet in front of him is left to his own devices."

"Reminiscing about the floating life has become a dream, but it must eventually... eventually come to an end."

Qin Chuyu seemed to be brought into a wonderful artistic conception by the poem, and suddenly lost his mind. When she came to her senses, Su Houde had already walked to the door and was about to leave.

There were a few crumpled bills on the stool...it seemed like they were actually paying for it.

Qin Chuyu was stunned and quickly called out: "Sir, your painting..."

"Send it to you."

Su Houde closed the door.

Qin Chuyu subconsciously grabbed the banknotes on the stool and rushed out of the studio. He saw that the corridors on both sides were empty. Can anyone be seen there?

She returned to the painting and felt that the night was a bit inexplicable...wonderful.

…

…

"She really forgot about me...and herself..."

In the square outside the shopping mall, Su Houde sat on the edge of the musical fountain that had been turned off, looking dejectedly at the unclear night sky, and suddenly said: "Once upon a time, the sky was full of stars."

"The show must end eventually." Luo Qiu sat down, sitting next to Su Houde, and said softly: "The show must end eventually."

"Why have I been ups and downs for these five hundred years?" Su Houde looked at Luo Qiu.

Luo Qiu shook his head.

How do you know that there is no wisdom accumulated over countless years that can explain it in one sentence?

But I felt that I couldn’t say anything, and I couldn’t afford to lose my face as a club owner, so I had no choice but to say like an old monk: “I’m tired of love.”

Su Houde was stunned.

He suddenly laughed, laughed sadly. He suddenly stood up, opened his hands, and let his body fall into the fountain behind him, sinking into the water.

After a long time, Su Houde said calmly: "It's over... take what you want. Don't even want this painful memory."

Luo Qiu nodded and stretched out his hand to grab Su Houde.

Some light finally formed into a ball of light in Luo Qiu's palm. At the same time, Su Houde suddenly stood up and felt his own changes.

He felt something being taken off from his body, and his whole body began to become very light, "I...what's wrong with me?"

"What has kept you up and down for five hundred years is the obsession to see Yu Sanniang again. What is the source of the obsession? It should be the reluctance to let go of that relationship. You said that it was pain because you loved deeply .”

Luo Qiu played with the ball of light in his hand and said, "But if there are no such beautiful memories, where does your obsession come from? It must eventually end... and it will eventually dissipate."

"Really...me too..."

Finally he closed his eyes.

When Su Houde opened his eyes again, he felt cold and terrible all over his body, "I...where is this? Who are you?"

The jade craftsmen in the previous life have disappeared, and now it is only Su Houde himself - he has also forgotten this ridiculous incident.

Then here comes the problem.

Who suddenly fell into the pool, and suddenly saw a sneaky guy with a mask standing in front of him, and felt very bad.

Luo Qiu said: "It doesn't matter who I am... What matters is, have you forgotten anything?"

Su Houde frowned, lost consciousness for a while and said, "I seem...a little confused."

Luo Qiu placed a few banknotes on the ground, "You forgot that your family is worried about you, lest you encounter any accident."

"What?"

At this moment, Su Houde seemed to have seen a ghost, and suddenly became very panicked... The guy in front of him was gone!

"Hell..."

He suddenly trembled, hearing the words of the strange family, and subconsciously took out his mobile phone. The caller ID had already been maxed out by his family and friends.

He couldn't help but said in astonishment: "How long has it been since I went home?"

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