After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Yu Qingtang came back from the old town on Sunday night and opened the door. Cheng Mo's "Blizzard" hung across the living room. She glanced at the painting, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart, which made her subconsciously turn her eyes away.

Last week, she brought the papers from school for correction. Yu Qingtang was approving her homework under the light of the study. It was quiet at night, and there was basically no other sound in the high-end community. Unconsciously walking to God.

- There's always this self-righteous idiot.

- What do you think of this picture?

—I just went to ask the people in the museum, they said that Cheng Mo is in the museum, do you want to see her?

- Are you Cheng Mo?

—I originally wanted to send you a painting.

-I do not need.

- So I said it was originally.

Yu Qingtang came back to her senses, looked down at the only two thin papers at hand, put down the pen, and went to the living room.

In the snowstorm, the fishing boat is still on the cusp of the storm, the sea water is like a giant beast with its mouth open, the layers of color when the waves roll up, and the moving scene is very tense.

In the past, when Yu Qingtang saw this painting, he saw himself in it, but now he is full of Cheng Zhanxi.

How could Cheng Zhanxi be the author of this painting?

Did she hear it wrong yesterday? Or she actually did not go to the city art gallery, but had a dream.

Because of her mother, Yu Qingtang has always had a special attachment to the profession of painter. She has had many unrealistic dreams. In her dreams, she has lived a completely different life from her current life. Like her mother, Yu Ci, she became a painter, although she had never held a paintbrush.

Humans look forward to the distance and long for their roots. Where did I come from?

All her imaginations about her mother are pinned on paintings and painters. If she had to use a suitable word to describe it, she regarded the painter as a white moonlight aloof.

For her own reasons, she deliberately does not pay attention to painters, but now she has met a painter, a painter who will speak to her in real life! Bai Yueguang has become a familiar colleague around her, not to mention falling from the sky to the mortal world, and she is still the one who makes a lot of noise in her heart from time to time.

Yu Qingtang held the water glass and bit the rim of the glass unconsciously.

Why did things turn out this way?

How will she face Teacher Cheng in the future?

She put her palms over her face and sighed long. That night, Yu Qingtang tossed and turned until midnight. With his eyes closed, Cheng Zhanxi looked like Cheng Zhanxi in the art museum. He was wearing a cobalt blue corset and long skirt. He bowed his head slightly when he spoke. In front of her, a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose.

Painter Cheng asked her softly, "What do you think of this picture?"

How did she answer then?

- bells and whistles.

How could she say such things in front of the painter?

Yu Qingtang regretted that her bowels were blue, she turned over and brushed the quilt up to the top of her head.

***

On Monday morning, Yu Qingtang stepped into the office and deliberately avoided Cheng Zhanxi's position. Even though she knew that Cheng Zhanxi had been on leave for two weeks, she was still afraid that Cheng Zhanxi, who was not acting according to common sense, would suddenly appear in the office, and Yu Qingtang had left her in the morning. Going to class and having trouble concentrating on work at other times.

The preparatory bell rang in the third class in the morning, Yu Qingtang went out with the book and lesson plan, and the office gossip officially started—

The female biology teacher tapped on the desk with a pen, attracting the attention of the other teachers, and said, "Did you see it? As soon as Teacher Xiao Cheng left, Teacher Yu couldn't stay away!"

The physics teacher said, "Isn't this about falling in love? It's exactly the same as when I was young."

The chemistry teacher pushed his glasses: "I just had a swipe last week, isn't this quick?"

Female biology teacher: "It's not surprising for young people to get married today. It's slow to get them together on weekends or two days."

English teacher Yang Li walked in from outside and said with a smile, "What are you talking about so happy?"

The female biology teacher enthusiastically pulled her into the group chat.

When Yu Qingtang returned to the office, the atmosphere inside was somewhat unusual, but Yu Qingtang didn't pay attention to chores other than duties, and returned to his seat without looking sideways.

Yang Li suddenly looked at the door: "Mr. Xiaocheng."

Yu Qingtang's heart skipped a beat and looked over.

The hallway by the door was empty.

There were students passing by and playing at the window.

Yu Qingtang calmed down his suddenly quickened breathing, unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup and took a sip of water.

Yang Li held her cheeks and sighed: "The first day Mr. Cheng was away from the office, I missed her."

Yu Qingtang: "…"

The female biology teacher continued: "Have you been hallucinating?"

Yang Li said: "Yes, no one praised my new hairstyle when she was not there."

The female biology teacher smiled and said, "I'm here to praise, Teacher Yang's hairstyle is so beautiful."

Yang Li stretched out her hand and said angrily, "This time it's a manicure."

Yu Qingtang silently blocked his hearing.

The two teachers chatted for a few words, but found that the main teacher didn't respond, so they stopped chatting.

I just went to work on Monday. As social animals, the teachers came to the school physically, and their hearts were still on the leisurely and relaxed weekend. They couldn't keep their spirits up. As soon as the two female teachers stopped talking, the whole office became extraordinarily quiet, and even a needle fell. The voices on the ground can be heard.

Yu Qingtang flipped a page of the book, looked up at Cheng Zhanxi's empty seat, and unconsciously pursed her thin lips.

The timetable for Class 7 was posted on Yu Qingtang's desk. There was a physical education class in the afternoon. The substitute teacher was an experienced teacher from Class 8. Yu Qingtang didn't need to worry about it. Ten minutes into the physical education class, she exhaled, closed the book in hand, and went to the playground.

The seventh group formed under the shade of the tree at the fixed station, and the sound was turned on. Someone in the front led the dance, and the others in the back followed.

The sports meeting was just around the corner, and the rehearsal time was tight. Even though Cheng Zhanxi was not around, the students in Class 7 were still eager to perform well at the sports meeting and win glory for the class.

Yu Qingtang took out his mobile phone and found Cheng Zhanxi in the chat list. Cheng Zhanxi's head was a mural, one of Michelangelo's "Sistine Chapel Ceiling Paintings", because it was so famous, Yu Qingtang I hadn't noticed it before, but now it's a completely different feeling when I see it.

Yu Qingtang originally wanted to tell her that the students are quite self-conscious, but her fingertips clicked into the circle of friends from the avatar of her own accord.

Cheng Zhanxi's circle of friends does not have permission, and the most content is art works, oil paintings, paintings, sculptures, from time to time, nine-square grid, can't see the end at a glance, but there is less content about herself, Yu Qingtang kept scrolling down, and only turned to the third year of this year. A group photo of her and women's clothing boss Yu Jianxing, behind which is the art sculpture in the atrium square.

Another one was taken by Yu Jianxing. She looked up at the tall sculpture, looking lonely and melancholy from the side, as if a wet rain would fall into her eyes at any moment.

The sky was dim, and her figure melted into the twilight.

This picture is so beautiful, it is more like a painting than the painting Yu Qingtang has seen.

Yu Qingtang struggled with herself for a long time before she did not save this photo.

Yu Qingtang breathed lightly, returned to the chat interface, and sent a message to Cheng Zhanxi: [Classmates are practicing dance]

Cheng Zhanxi didn't reply in time.

***

Florence, located in Italy, is the birthplace of the European Renaissance. It has produced many great and outstanding artists including Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo. It has far-reaching influence and is a world-famous cultural ancient city and artistic paradise.

Here is the world's first art academy, the Florence Academy of Fine Arts, together with the National Academy of Fine Arts in Paris, the National Academy of Fine Arts in Russia, and the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in the United Kingdom. [Note]

The urban area here maintains the pattern of the ancient Roman period, and a large number of cultural relics and buildings have been well protected. Walking in the ancient streets of Florence often gives people a feeling of time and space interlaced.” The poem of Alighieri Dante The soul, the painting soul of Leonardo da Vinci, still floats over Florence, and continues to pursue the people and events of the European Renaissance.” [Note]

It once had a translated name, called Feilengcui, and many people still use this name and never forget it. This is a city rich in history, art and culture. There are museums and art galleries in the city, and you can see them everywhere. The emerald above the art hall is the paradise that artists yearn for.

Cheng Zhanxi stood at Piazzale Michelangelo on the other side of the Arno River, blowing the oncoming wind and looking at the bright pearl of Florence.

She raised her fingers and pressed her ear hair, which had been ruffled by the wind, and lowered her head to turn on the phone.

[Yu Qingtang]: The students are practicing dance

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Teacher Yu, please help me watch them

It was night in Dongba District, and after Cheng Zhanxi sent the message, he put the phone back in his pocket.

According to previous practice, Yu Qingtang would not reply to her so quickly.

But this time, the phone vibrated as soon as I sent it out.

[Yu Qingtang]: I am the head teacher, I should do

[Cheng Zhanxi]: What is Teacher Yu doing?

[Yu Qingtang]: preparing lessons

Cheng Zhanxi glanced at his watch and calculated that it was eleven o'clock in China.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Are you still preparing for lessons so late?

[Yu Qingtang]: There are a few students in the class who can't adapt to the rhythm of No. 1 Middle School and fall behind in their grades. I think there is a way to help them improve.

Cheng Zhanxi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Yu Qingtang actually took the initiative to talk to her so much, it's not like her, it's her style to reply a short "um".

[Cheng Zhanxi]: It's hard work, squeeze your shoulders

Cheng Zhanxi held up the phone, took a photo of the replica of the statue of David in the center of the square, and sent it to her.

Yu Qingtang clicked on the picture.

She knew the statue of David, she had seen it in middle school textbooks.

where is she?

[System prompt: Cheng Mo withdrew a message]

[Cheng Zhanxi]: This is a replica, or I won't show it to you. I'll take you here to see the original if I have a chance.

Yu Qingtang searches the Internet: Where is the original David collection? The answer is: the "David" sculpted by Michelangelo is now collected in the Accademia Gallery, the treasure of the Accademia Gallery in Florence.

Yu Qingtang still has a strong sense of unreality, and she would rather believe that Cheng Zhanxi is a liar.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I'm here to visit an art exhibition

As if the words were not finished, they were interrupted in a hurry, and Cheng Zhanxi's next message jumped out.

[Let's not talk about it, I'm going to see my teacher, you go to bed first, good night]

Yu Qingtang: "…"

In the afternoon of the next day, Yu Qingtang found that Cheng Zhanxi had updated a circle of friends.

Located in the Uffizi Gallery Florence, the content of the circle of friends is a painting, the unfinished draft of Leonardo da Vinci's "Three Doctors Come to Court", and a group photo, there are six people in the photo, two of them are wearing Classical Academy robes The old man, the remaining four young men and women including Cheng Zhanxi, among a group of blond Europeans, her oriental face is particularly eye-catching.

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Seeing her hands covering her face, Yang Li asked with concern, "Mr. Yu, what's the matter with you?"

Yu Qingtang put down her hand and said as usual, "It's okay."

Yu Qingtang withdrew from Cheng Zhanxi's circle of friends. She was shocked by the fact that she had never noticed Cheng Zhanxi's circle of friends, which had always had an astonishing number of likes and comments. There were no comments from school colleagues for this dynamic.

Cheng Zhanxi has set permissions. She has many friends, but very few people know what she really does.

In this regard, she is low-key and peaceful as if they were two people.

At the same time, she is also a very affectionate person. After discovering that Yu Qingtang saw her art exhibition, she calmly confessed her identity. This is the honesty and respect she thinks should be given.

The days of a middle school are done step by step.

There are two classes a day, the flag is raised on Monday, and there are exercises between classes in the second and third classes in the morning. The campus radio broadcasts songs to adjust campus life at noon and in the evening. After an autumn rain, the leaves begin to turn yellow, and the autumn colors are more intense day by day. .

Yu Qingtang watched Cheng Zhanxi's colorful life from her daily update circle of friends.

The Gallery of the Academy of Florence opened at 8:15, and she took a picture of the long queue at the door at 8:00, with the caption: [Sneak out of time, get up early to walk around, and I will be called back by the teacher later]

The Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, the Pitti Palace, the Ponte Vecchio Bridge, the Poseidon Fountain, and the streets all left her footprints.

All kinds of photography, decoration, statues, paintings, prints, and more.

There is also a series of oil paintings she prepared for this art exhibition, which are displayed in the indoor exhibition hall, without the words, but Cheng Mo's name is on the label in the lower right corner.

Yu Qingtang followed her circle of friends, as if following her on a trip to Florence, a city with a long history and a prosperous young, spontaneously aroused yearning, and the calm heart lake uncontrollably produced waves.

As for the school, Teacher Cheng left temporarily, but her legend has always remained.

Class 7 and Class 17—the two classes where Cheng Zhanxi taught physical education, especially Class 7, every time a student entered the office, he glanced at Cheng Zhanxi's position, and then asked other teachers: "Mr. Cheng Did you say when you will be back?"

The female biology teacher glanced at Yu Qingtang and smiled, "Why don't you ask the head teacher, she has the best relationship with Teacher Cheng."

The student's face: No, no, no.

The female teacher looked at the backs of the students slipping away, turned her head to look at Yu Qingtang, and said, "Mr. Yu, why are the students in your class not so close to you?"

She also used to be a head teacher. Female teachers are less dignified and gentle, so students will be closer to the female head teacher, and they will be more open to the teacher.

Yu Qingtang said indifferently, "I don't know." After a moment, she tilted her head and asked in a serious manner, "Is this bad?"

The female biology teacher was stopped for a while. She stuck for a while and said conservatively: "I can't say it's bad, let's look at the style of leading the class." The grades in the seventh class seem to be good, and in the whole grade ranking, there is no single subject Those who are holding back, especially the two subjects of mathematics and physics, the two top students in Jinghua are very good in class.

Isn't exam-oriented education the first thing to do?

Yu Qingtang: "Well."

The female biology teacher vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it, and added persistently: "But I think it's better to get closer. It's just the first semester, and the students are still a little scared. They will become old fritters in the future. Maybe It’s more difficult to manage.”

Yu Qingtang put down her pen and looked at her intently.

The female biology teacher lowered her voice and said a few more words: "For example, training your eyes and ears in the class. There are so many people who have to stare every day, and one person is exhausted."

"Isn't it the class committee?"

"It depends on whether the class committee is facing other students or you. If everyone hides it from you, it will be over."

Yu Qingtang looked thoughtful.

Recently, she found that Li Lan seemed a little dissatisfied with her. She still did what she did and did her due diligence, but her attitude was much worse. The last time she met her at school, Li Lan saw her from a distance and took a detour.

The other class committees didn't find anything unusual because they didn't have much interaction. The math class representative, Lian Yabing, is an exception. She is more active day by day. She is more active in running the teacher's office. Every time she asks Teacher Cheng, she is more courageous than others. Tong Feifei plus version, ask Yu Qingtang directly.

Yu Qingtang always returned to her with the same calm tone: "I'll be back when the holiday is over."

Lian Yabing would show a smile she couldn't read.

Yu Qingtang didn't take it to heart, the representatives of this class were normal except for some occasional rants.

The autumn sports meeting is scheduled to be held on Friday, with two days on Friday and Saturday, with a normal holiday on Sunday.

There was no class meeting this week, so Yu Qingtang took up the self-study of the last class on Thursday. He explained the precautions to the students, emphasized the time of the opening ceremony tomorrow, uniformly wear school uniforms, and don't be late. The school does not force everyone to be present, but try to participate as much as possible. After all, this is the first high school sports meeting. The athletes worked hard to rehearse on the playground, and even practiced dancing. The classmates should act as the audience to support.

Yu Qingtang wrote to the notebook, and after reading the last sentence, there were ten minutes left. The evening self-study was canceled tonight, and it was estimated that they had no intention of studying, so they planned to release them.

"Pay attention to safety on the way from school, don't chase and make trouble on the road, today's class is here, we..."

Tong Feifei raised her hand to interrupt her: "Mr. Yu!"

Yu Qingtang cast his eyes.

Tong Feifei: "Is Teacher Cheng back?"

Yu Qingtang said, "She didn't tell me."

The legs of the desk slipped, and the desk collapsed, sighing.

Yu Qingtang wondered why Cheng Zhanxi only taught them for a few weeks, and in less than a month, let these children love her so much that a sports meeting was like a cultural show for parents.

Yu Qingtang: "How did she tell you before?"

Tong Feifei said with a bitter face: "She said she would try her best, and if she couldn't get back in time, let's work hard to get a certificate."

Yu Qingtang nodded: "Mr. Cheng is right."

Tong Feifei's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "Mr. Yu, can you call Teacher Cheng now? Ask her when she will be back." She sighed and said, "Anyway, give me a letter."

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Tong Feifei bit her lower lip and looked at her eagerly.

"I beg you."

This scene coincides with the scene where Cheng Zhanxi asked her to see Cheng Mo in the art museum, Yu Qingtang shook his head slightly, shook the image in his mind, and said, "I can make a phone call, but I don't guarantee her I must pick it up, Teacher Cheng has been very busy recently."

"What is she doing?" Tong Feifei blurted out.

Yu Qingtang glanced at her vaguely, implying a warning.

"Busy with her personal affairs."

Tong Feifei buried her face in her arms and pretended to be dead.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the class, Yu Qingtang suddenly became nervous. It was normal for her to call the class teacher, but that class teacher was no longer the previous class teacher. A painter on the altar of worship and fear.

Although it was actually implemented by Cheng Zhanxi herself, she just wanted to laugh at the idea.

With a complicated and subtle mood and an imperceptible expectation, Yu Qingtang called Cheng Zhanxi.

beep-beep-

After two calls, the other side picked it up, politely but not emotionally: "Hello, hello."

Yu Qingtang: "???"

She took off her phone and looked at it. It was Cheng Zhanxi's phone number, and Yu Qingtang replied, "...Hello."

Cheng Zhanxi's voice softened immediately: "I'm sorry, I didn't check the caller ID just now." Cheng Zhanxi gestured to the companion in front of him, walked to a quiet place under his teasing gaze, and asked softly, "Why? Suddenly remembered to call me?"

Cheng Zhanxi actually doesn't like to share her life in the circle of friends, but Yu Qingtang is too bored to send messages to ask her what she is doing, so she has to report.

When it comes to feelings, there must always be someone who can accommodate a little.

Yu Qingtang didn't respond, but Cheng Zhanxi's frequent outings recently shocked the friends in the group. They all said that they would fly to Italy to play with her, and gossip about whether she was in love, so she quickly moved the camera to the front and posted the photos. come out. Cheng Zhanxi was later changed to be visible to one person.

On the last day of leaving Florence, I finally received a call from Yu Qingtang. Cheng Zhanxi's thoughts accumulated these days suddenly burst out, and he wanted to put his wings on and fly back to her immediately.

Before she could speak, Cheng Zhanxi hurriedly said, "I'll be going back tomorrow. Maybe I won't be able to make it in time for the opening ceremony. Can I arrive in the afternoon? I'll go to school to find you."

Yu Qingtang hummed in a low voice.

Cheng Zhanxi listened to her breathing, her heart beating faster and faster in her chest, and her throat began to dry. She cleared her throat and asked, "By the way, did you call me..."

She hoped that Yu Qingtang could say something nice to comfort her for the past few days.

Yu Qingtang: "It's all right."

Cheng Zhanxi: "I just want to ask when will I be back?"

Yu Qingtang bit her lower lip slightly: "...Mmmm."

Cheng Zhanxi couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, his eyebrows curved.

This doesn't need to be rounded up, just miss her.

Cheng Zhanxi was in a small gallery, with a church and a bell tower in the distance, and pedestrians of various colors walked past the glass windows and whispered to the other end of the phone, "I'll be there tomorrow."

Cheng Zhanxi asked about the student, and Yu Qingtang chatted with her a few more words. Until the phone hung up, Yu Qingtang didn't know why she didn't say "this phone number was actually asked by my classmates to call you".

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Cheng Zhanxi: Am I a white moonlight?

Teacher Cheng will come back in the next chapter, and the relationship will probably enter a more magical stage of ambiguousness after that hahahaha

Thank you for your patience, this chapter will give you 66 red envelopes

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[Note 1]: There are two rankings for the online materials of the four major art academies in the world.

[Note 2]: From Chen Yunhe "Florence is Still Young"