The sports car was speeding on the street, and the art exhibition was in the 798 Art District. Qiao Jinling had been to this place before, and there were some art exhibitions. Qiao Jinling didn't know much about it, but he just thought it was interesting. He would take a look occasionally, but he didn't delve into the meaning of it.
Because it was not a weekend, there were not many people in the 798 Art Zone. The name of Ji Cheng's exhibition was "Sugar - Meeting the Unknown Self".
"Do you love sweets so much? I'm sorry, I don't know much about art. Please bear with me if I ask inappropriate questions."
Qiao Jinling clasped her hands in fists and made a Jianghu gesture. She knew that the artist's brain circuit was somewhat unconventional. She was afraid that the question would be asked abruptly and without quality, and she was not prepared in advance, so she could only give Ji Cheng a vaccination first.
"It doesn't matter. You can ask whatever you want. I will tell you everything I know."
Ji Cheng also smiled slightly and opened the door to the exhibition. Every place here was carefully decorated by him and he never took advantage of others.
"I really didn't expect that after so many years with Ji Cheng, your Chinese level is still quite high. You can talk in one way."
Qiao Jinling couldn't help but give a thumbs up. Many people who came back from abroad spoke Chinese and English mixed together. It was really not easy for a foreign Chinese like Ji Cheng to speak so fluently.
"Really? When I was abroad, I would recite ancient poems every day, one poem every day, and never fall behind. I know that you also love to recite ancient poems. You have participated in ancient poetry competitions before, and I still remember it with that person."
Ji Cheng wanted to grab Qiao Jinling's hand, but Qiao Jinling carried it behind her. Of course she understood what Ji Cheng meant. Liu Tiantian had already told her. She thought that when she grew up, Ji Cheng had already forgotten this feeling, but she didn't expect it.
He still remembers it in his heart.
How many years have you remembered?
Qiao Jinling walked into the art exhibition and was stunned by the sight in front of her.
There are dozens of paintings hanging in the empty exhibition hall, and there is a girl in each painting, especially those eyes, which are either full of resentment or full of joy, so smart and natural that they seem to be able to see into people's hearts.
All the girls have the same face. If you look closely, you can see that the girl is holding a piece of orange candy in her hand, hidden in the corner of the painting. Some are intact, and some have been bitten.
At this glance, Qiao Jinling knew how many years Ji Cheng had been waiting.
"Qiao Jinling, do you still remember? You must have forgotten that you gave me that orange candy. I kept hiding it and was reluctant to eat it."
Ji Cheng opened the palm of his hand and found a dry orange candy inside. All the white sugar on it had fallen off and the color was no longer bright. He could only roughly guess it by looking at the curved shape like a crescent moon.
"Ji Cheng, I couldn't bear to save you back then. If it were anyone else, I would have taught you this. You don't have to take these things to heart."
Qiao Jinling didn't expect that something she did casually would be thought about by Ji Cheng for so many years.
"I still remember that a little girl told me that when you go to the henhouse to get eggs, you can't just grab them with your hands. You have to use a big spoon tied to a bamboo pole, otherwise the hens will peck your hands."
"She also told me not to go with strangers. Not every time you are so lucky. I promised her to eat well, grow strong and tall, and protect her when she grows up. I remember all this, but
She forgot."
Ji Cheng seemed to be telling someone else's story. The seeds he planted when he was a child were deeply rooted in his heart and gradually sprouted. I don't know when, it had grown into a towering tree. He wanted to protect the girl from the wind and rain, but the girl had already
I don't know where I'm going anymore.
"Ji Cheng... I'm sorry. My heart has already been given to someone else and I can't give it to you again."
Qiao Jinling spoke directly. He didn't want to be muddled. Even if Song Yishan didn't wake up and had no news, she still remembered that "wait".
She promised to wait for Song Yishan to wake up. One cannot break one's word.
"Is it Song Yishan? I heard that he hasn't woken up since he fainted in the second year of high school. It's been four years. Are you planning to wait another four years?"
There was a small flame in Ji Cheng's eyes, that little bit of hope. How she hoped that the girl in front of her would hesitate even a little bit.
But Qiao Jinling nodded firmly: "Don't say four years, even fourteen years, I will wait for him."
"Why? Am I inferior to him in any way? I have always had a very low self-esteem and worked hard to become better and better before I dared to come to you. But with just one word, you completely rejected me.
Unfair."
Ji Cheng lowered his voice, but the anger and depression inside could still be heard.
"Ji Cheng, there is no fairness in this kind of thing. Song Yishan appeared earlier than you. I met him three times."
Qiao Jinling recalled that she and Song Yishan had met in three time and space. The first time was the time and space she experienced. They said goodbye in a hurry and had little contact. The second time is now, with more contact and understanding. The second time is now.
Three times were inexplicable rebirths. That time Qiao Jinling told Song Yishan all the secrets.
"Qiao Jinling, don't wait, okay? You don't know, it's very hard to wait for someone, especially when that person doesn't know anything. You can't see the end, there is no hope, maybe tomorrow, maybe it will never come."
Ji Cheng smiled bitterly, he was talking about Qiao Jinling, and more importantly himself. For so many years, he had hidden his thoughts and never let others know, not even Qiao Jinling.
He didn't know what he was insisting on. Maybe it was some memories of his childhood that he was unwilling to give up.
"But I don't feel bitter. Instead, I feel pretty good. Maybe it's silly. Aren't you also silly?"
Qiao Jinling put his hands behind his back and looked around at the paintings painted by Ji Cheng.
"Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not cloud. I will wait for you."
"There's no point in waiting for me. There's no way I can promise you."
"I don't believe it. Even if Song Yishan wakes up, I won't be afraid. My fair lady, a gentleman is so jealous. I want to pursue you. This is my freedom and has nothing to do with you."
After Ji Cheng started talking, he felt much more relaxed. Secret love is the longest hopeless wait. It is better to pursue it openly. Even if you are rejected, it will be worth it.
"It's up to you. I won't agree to it anyway. Don't waste your efforts. If you have this time, you can pursue other girls. With your conditions, any girl should be tempted!"
Qiao Jinling said it didn't matter, but in her heart she didn't want Ji Cheng to be like this. She knew that there was absolutely no result.
"Yes! Any girl will be tempted, but you. Give me a chance and let me try it."
Ji Cheng almost begged.
"No, you should give up on this idea. If they are ordinary friends, I will welcome them with both hands. If it is that kind of relationship, I am willing to never see each other again."
Qiao Jinling turned around and left. She didn't want to hang on to Ji Cheng. Ambiguous relationships are the most harmful to people. If they break up and continue to be disturbed by it, it would be better to say it to death and break the other person's heart completely.