It is hung in a more obvious corner, facing the center of the gallery door, so that customers who come in can see it when they raise their eyes.
Because she took a detour, she saw this painting now.
In a few steps, Su Jin had already reached the painting.
He raised his head and looked at the unimpressive painting in shock.
The woman above slightly opened her red lips and smiled crookedly. Under the bright sunshine, her delicate oval face looked particularly charming.
Su Jin couldn't tell what she felt when she suddenly saw herself two years ago. She missed this face so much, or she felt an unknown sadness. Assuming that she had not been disfigured, that she had not lost this face.
face, then the relationship between her and Huo Shaoyan would not be like it is now. Even if, if, there is never if.
Looking at the painting in bewilderment, Su Jin stretched out her hand tremblingly, trying to touch the face of the woman in the painting.
There was the sound of kicking footsteps coming from behind, and she retracted her hand in panic. A figure was already standing beside her. "Hello, Miss, is there anything I can do for you?" This voice, even if she took off her clothes,
The original pride has gone, but it is still so familiar and not unfamiliar. Liang Muchi!
Su Jin turned around blankly and looked at the woman in front of her blankly. Compared with the arrogance before, she seemed approachable now.
Huo Ran, she quickly lowered her head to prevent her from seeing her.
"This lady?" Liang Muchi looked at the latter who suddenly lowered her head in confusion, her eyes flashed with surprise for a moment, and then she returned to her usual smile when facing customers. She didn't expect there to be such a beautiful woman in the world.
She always thought that she was not bad looking, but compared to the startling glance of the woman in front of her, she still felt a little hurt.
"Oh..." Su Jin pretended to be stunned, then raised her head and pointed to the painting hanging on the wall, "I wonder whose work this painting is?"
In order not to make the latter suspicious, she added one more sentence, "I just saw that the works hanging here were all by famous artists, but this painting was not, so I was a little curious for a moment." She had forgotten that she had already done so.
It was not the Su Mozheng of the past. She had already changed her face. But no one could recognize the face she had now except her. Thinking about it, she felt a little disappointed.
When Liang Muchi was standing there just now, he saw her looking at the painting, and he felt a little curious, so he walked over.
Seeing her asking this question at this moment, there was no doubt that he was there, so she explained: "Miss, you really have good taste. This painting is indeed not a work by a famous artist. It is just a painting created by my friend in memory of his deceased wife."
painting.”
Tears gradually gathered in Su Jin's eyes, and her hand was raised uncontrollably and touched the figure in the painting. The lines under her hand were smooth and gentle.
Her fingertips slowly slid down and landed on the name at the bottom, "mark..." She muttered the English name softly, and her eyes gradually filled with doubts. Could it be that this wasn't the him she imagined?
"Oh," Liang Muchi said with a smile, "Mark is his English name, and his Chinese name is Huo Shaoyan."
"This is his wife, her name is Su Mozheng."
Su Jin's hands trembled and she almost cried uncontrollably. Taking Liang Musi beside her, she forcefully put the sour liquid back into her eyes.
However, what she never knew was that Liang Muchi, who was next to her, had been observing her expression, and when she saw her suddenly trembling fingers, the confusion in her eyes deepened.
"He used to be a member of a comic club, and he also had many paintings in the early years. Until later, due to family reasons, he gave up painting and turned to other industries. But, what I never knew was that one day,
He can actually pick up his paintbrush again."
"And the reason why he picked up painting again was simply because of his deceased wife."
"You never knew that a person could be so persistent. His wife died in the sea on the day she married him. Everyone believed that the woman was dead. Only he did not believe that the woman
She has been buried in their family's ancestral grave, and her tablets are placed in their ancestral hall. She has been dead for two years and has never appeared again. But he still believes that she is still alive, even if everyone thinks that the woman is dead, he
But I still believe that he is still alive. Have you ever seen such a stubborn and persistent person?"
Liang Muchi turned her eyes sideways and looked straight into Su Jin's shocked and confused pupils.
Her pupils shrank again without any trace.
Su Jin shook her head, but remained silent and did not speak. It was not that she did not want to speak, but that she was afraid that what she said would be accompanied by tears.
"Yeah, you've never seen such a persistent person, right? But he is so persistent, so persistent that it makes people heartache. This fool!" Liang Muchi smiled bitterly, her words were bitter and choked, and Su Jin suddenly heard the cry in her heart.
The voice was so hoarse and so clear.
She wants to love but can't; if she prefers, that person no longer loves her. Su Jin has never experienced this kind of pain.
If Huo Shaoyan is said to be a fool, how can Liang Muchi not be? Then how could she, Su Jin, not be the same? Then how could Su Moqin, who committed suicide by jumping off a building to make Chen Jinglin regret it, not be the same?
The word love is too hurtful after all.
Can't love, can't think, can't think, but love.
They all live in this secular world, so they are destined to be unable to break free from the shackles of love.
Liang Muchi sniffed and continued, "This gallery was opened according to his request. Because one morning, he suddenly told me that he wanted to open a gallery and hang her paintings.
In this way, if she can pass by here one day and see this painting, she will know..."
"He's been waiting for her to find her way home."
Su Jin's body was shaken hard as her words fell. The tears rolled down her cheeks and slid into the ground underneath, making her heart feel cold.
No wonder, she was curious about how this painting could be hung in such a conspicuous place. Is it actually because of this? Huo Shaoyan, you fool...
She couldn't tell what she was feeling inside, whether it was excitement, excitement, sourness, or pain. No wonder, in the past two years, no other woman had appeared by his side. So, had he been waiting for her?
But, Huo Shaoyan, I don't deserve you to be so kind to me, and Su Mozheng doesn't deserve it...
"I'm sorry, I have something to do. I have to leave first. Thank you for your hospitality!" Her tears were about to burst, and she hurriedly found an excuse and walked out.
Her steps were a little hurried, and Liang Muchi stood there, watching helplessly as she half-ran towards the door of the gallery. Her figure was hurried and embarrassed, as if she had fled.