Su Hua looked at him with a calm expression, "Be sensible, divorce is not a child's play, divorce is divorce."
Gu Beixian's eyebrows frowned imperceptibly.
What he wanted to say was not uttered.
Su Hua suppressed the ups and downs in her heart and said calmly: "After a person reaches a certain age, he must believe that when he lives, he is living a fragment. Beauty is a fragment, sadness is a fragment, childhood is a fragment, and adulthood is a fragment. Me and you
Three years of marriage is also a segment of life. When the marriage is over, the segment that belongs to you and me is also over, and it’s time for us to move on to the next segment of life."
Gu Beixian's heart suddenly sank.
It was as if a sudden snow had fallen in my chest, and the coldness slowly spread.
The next part of her life obviously does not include him.
However, he wanted to be with her forever.
Instead of just going through one segment.
After a while.
Gu Beixian pretended to smile chicly, "You are only twenty-three years old, why do you speak so old-fashioned? For those who don't know, I thought you were eighty-three years old."
Su Hua ignored his teasing.
She took a deep breath and said: "If the lotus root is broken, the thread should not be connected again. If it is not cut off, it will be messy."
Although her tone was gentle, she was firm.
Strictly speaking.
It means cutting off the way back.
A dull pain slowly and thinly coiled around Gu Beixian's chest.
He looked at her silently.
The handsome eyes gradually dimmed and lost their luster.
It had only been a few days and she was so calm.
really.
If you don't love, you won't be sad.
If you don't love it, you can let it go easily.
The only one he can't let go of is himself.
He closed his eyes slightly and waved his hand towards her, "Let's go."
There was an indescribable loneliness in his tone.
Su Hua pretended to be calm and nodded to him, "Goodbye."
"Goodbye." He turned away, unable to bear to look at her.
Su Hua turned around slowly.
The assistant held an umbrella, walked her to the car, and put the umbrella into her hand.
Su Hua doesn't want it.
She took off her suit and gave it back to the assistant.
The assistant took it and lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Gu has been busy with work lately. Although he pretends to be very good on the surface, I can feel that he is very sad in his heart."
Su Hua felt a pain in her heart, and the muscles on her face twitched.
All my sad thoughts are written in my eyes.
She raised her head and looked at the man standing in the drizzle.
The tall and handsome body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of mist.
It was obvious that his shoulders and back were as straight as a pine or a cypress, but she felt that his spine seemed to be bent.
She wanted to go to him, hug him and kiss him like before.
Finally I could bear it.
It took a few seconds.
She smiled and said to her assistant: "Everything will pass. Soon, he will forget me. Maybe a month, maybe three months. Time is the best medicine."
The assistant was silent, "I feel like Mr. Gu is a very affectionate person."
Su Hua didn't say anything else, she just said: "Go back quickly, don't let him get wet in the rain."
She closed the car door decisively.
The assistant sighed.
Su Peilan started the car and said with a little fear: "My son-in-law was so fierce just now. He scared me to death. Who has I, Su Peilan, been afraid of in such a long life? Before I retired, I dared to fight even the principal. I was stunned by him just now."
I was so bluffed that I didn’t dare to say a word.”
Su Hua was slightly distracted and replied absently: "He didn't mean it. He was too worried about me just now."
Su Peilan smacked his lips and said, "He is only nice to you, but has always been cold to me."
Only then did Su Hua realize it.
Gu Beixian actually has a cold and indifferent temperament towards everyone, a bit alienated and a bit detached from the world.
To put it bluntly, it sounds condescending.
So does Qin Shu.
Mother and son seemed to become particularly gentle and warm only when they were towards her.
Su Hua couldn't help but smile.
I smiled, but felt a little sad.
However, I heard the assistant say that Gu Beixian has been working very hard recently.
She felt relieved again.
You see, life is about giving and taking.
Gu Beixian gave up the love of his children, but gained a career.
Gu Aoting will never embarrass him again.
Love may be very important to women, but to men it is just the icing on the cake and is dispensable.
The car drove all the way back.
Su Hua saw a car following behind her. It was Gu Beixian's car.
It wasn't until she arrived home safely that the car turned around and left.
Su Hua felt warm, sad, and sour in her heart.
Return home.
She went to the bathroom and took a hot shower.
After washing, I wiped my hair and came out.
The cell phone rang.
She picked it up and glanced at it, it was Shen Yuan calling.
After being connected.
Shen Yuan said excitedly: "Sister Hua, there will be a special auction of Song Dynasty paintings at Zhengrong Auction House in a week. Are you interested?"
Song painting is the pinnacle of ancient Chinese art.
Of course Su Hua is interested.
Even if you don't take pictures, it's still good to pay homage.
She asked: "What time does it start? Do you want to buy tickets?"
She married Gu Beixian in her early twenties and stayed with him all the time, living a life of near seclusion and never going to an auction.
Shen Yuan smiled, "You have to pay a deposit to prevent you from not paying after taking the photo, but I am not qualified to enter. I heard that the admission tickets have been sold to sky-high prices by scalpers."
Su Hua was a little disappointed, "That's it."
"You should have a way to get in. You know Gu Jinyao, the young director of the Zhengrong Auction House. He's just a phone call away. Can you take me with you? Sister Hua, I really want to go and have a look."
Su Hua didn't want to trouble Gu Jinyao.
But I can't resist the charm of Song Dynasty paintings, which are human art jewelry.
Just like women can't resist the charm of diamonds and designer bags.
Su Hua thought for a while and said, "Let me try calling."
"I'm waiting for your good news."
Su Hua found Gu Jinyao's number on her phone and dialed it.
The phone rang once and Gu Jinyao answered the call.
Su Hua asked politely and reservedly: "Mr. Gu, I heard that you are holding a special auction of Song Dynasty paintings next week?"
Gu Jinyao suppressed the ripples in his heart and said in a calm tone: "Yes, are you interested?"
Su Hua said truthfully: "I'm very interested. I heard that admission tickets have been sold at sky-high prices?"
"It's okay. Give me a call when you come and I'll send someone to pick you up."
Su Hua asked tentatively: "Can I bring a friend?"
Gu Jinyao answered happily, "Of course."
"What paintings are you still missing? I can help you copy them, or help you repair ancient paintings or ancient porcelain for free."
Gu Jinyao chuckled and said, "You don't have to act like you're repaying a debt every time. This will make you uncomfortable and me uncomfortable too. Just let us get along naturally like ordinary friends."
"Then, okay, thank you."
A week later, at night.
Zhengrong Auction House.
The auction hall on the top floor was crowded with people.
The people who come to participate in the auction are either rich or noble, and they are all the top collectors in the entire Kyoto city.
Gu Jinyao was very helpful and arranged front row seats for Su Hua and Shen Yuan.
Shen Yuan looked closely at the auction items on the stage, gearing up.
Su Hua too, her eyes were burning.
The beauty of Song Dynasty paintings lies in its simplicity, implicitness, humility, and gentle artistic attitude, its romance in hardship, its praise in its shortcomings, and its appreciation of the value of life in its characters, mountains, rivers, flowers and birds.
No other dynasty could do it.
The first one up for auction was Song Huizong's "Sketch of Rare Birds."
Although Song Huizong was not a good emperor, he had high artistic achievements and enjoyed the pinnacle status in the field of art.
The sketch of rare birds includes a total of 20 birds, standing on pine, bamboo, plum and osmanthus branches, which are lifelike.
It is a model of Huizong's flower-and-bird sketches of the Song Dynasty. The style of painting is simple and elegant, all in ink, and the scenery is sketched from nature. No matter the birds, flowers and plants, they are both physical and spiritual.
The starting price for this painting starts at 30 million.
From time to time, someone raised a sign and called out the price at the venue, and the voices came and went.