Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty Nine

It has been forty-three years since that day. Qiao Yansheng squinted his wrinkled eyes in the mirror of the bedroom, and saw a decrepit figure. He felt that he was very old and tired. The age of the two is far away. He looked out of the window and thought of countless lonely distant nights, when a girl of seventeen, a girl of twenty and a woman of thirty-seven watched from below until the light in his room went out before leaving. They are the same person. At this time, the servant came and told him: "Miss Bai has arrived." He commanded: "Ask her to wait for me in the studio."

He straightened the shiny black tie around his neck, put on a black dress over his white shirt, leaned on a cane, and quietly walked out of the bedroom. He goes to the studio. The well-known painter who returned from France wanted to paint a portrait of him to commemorate him as a great architect, the designer of the opera house standing by the sea. He entered the studio, and when he saw the painter, he gave a surprised look. The painter was younger than he had imagined, looking no more than twenty-five.She was beautiful, wearing a dark blue velvet dress, with a pearl earring dangling from her earlobe, swaying on both sides of his face, those dark eyes seemed to be looking from another world.

At this time, the painter called him "Mr. Qiao" respectfully, and then asked him to sit on the armrest in front. A canvas is already set on the easel in the studio. He sat tremblingly on the back of the chair, and the glass vase next to the chair was filled with yesterday's purple roses. The artist's name was also called Rose, Bai Gonggui. He put aside the crutch in his hand and tried to straighten his spine. From time to time, the painter Jingchong looked at him emotionally from behind the drawing board. The way she looked at him seemed to have known him a long time ago.For a moment, he felt that he had experienced this scene in his previous life.But he is too old, and many memories have withered.

He remembered that today was his ninetieth birthday, and there was no emotion in his heart, nor could it be said that he was sad. He just thought, why do people live to be so old? A piece of Chopin's piano piece was placed on the turntable, which lingered in the room.At this time, a gust of wind blew by, and he seemed to hear the murmur of the past and the sigh of disillusionment, and saw a distant night again, that young girl was pitifully naked on his bed, waiting for his call and grace. She is the salvation of his life.