This is not me, but the me described by Su Xiangru. After Xiangru's brilliant flower brush, everything will be covered with a magical brilliance. Some people are good at putting makeup on people, some people are good at putting makeup on things, and some people are good at putting makeup on words, like Xiangru. The words she writes are sometimes beautiful and soft, with a strong fragrance; Xiangru is one of my roommates. I rented this house half a year ago - the best location in the city center, three bedrooms and two living rooms, 24-hour security in the building, and two elevators.This kind of residence is a little coddling and self-pity for oneself wandering in a foreign land, but it is destined not to "lonely admire oneself"-because it cannot afford it.

So I was deliberately picky, looking for a roommate who can live together, hoping that she can not only share my rent, but also broaden my horizons.It's human nature to always want more. I had an idea early on what to look for in a roommate: young, single, in a respectable profession, well-spoken, well-behaved, and tastefully dressed. I thought it would be a lot of trouble, but unexpectedly, in this sensual metropolis, it is far easier to find a wonderful woman than a wonderful man.In just two weeks, I met Su Xiangru. "Su Xiaoxiaosu, Li Xiangjun's incense, Liu Rushi's Ru." She introduced herself like this, shrugged her shoulders, and added a footnote, "They are all famous prostitutes."

However, Xiangru is not a famous prostitute, but a famous reporter.She is a news reporter for the weekend edition of the city's Evening News, and the nature of her job forces her to live in the city center so that she can run around conveniently.When I came to see the house, she was wearing a simple white cotton T-shirt, white jeans, and white sneakers, which made me have a good impression of her as soon as I met her. This must have been a rather industrious and self-denying woman. It is my professional habit to respect clothes first and then others, and I can't help myself. I forgot to introduce myself: a second-rate painter who paints beautiful women on silk, and a third-rate businessman who owns a 13.5-square-meter clothing store on the corner.

The name of the store is "Xiangyunsha", and it only sells silk dresses.It has never allowed me to experience the pleasure of visiting like a cloud and spending money like water. Fortunately, it can still make ends meet. Moreover, I can apply what I have learned, which already makes me very satisfied. In college, I majored in traditional Chinese painting, and my specialty was fine brushwork for ladies, and I took fashion design as an elective.The professor said that my skills are good, but the shortcoming is that I can't innovate. If I stick to the rules, even if I can draw better than Tang Bohu, after all, this is not Tang Bohu's era.

After graduation, if I want to persist in painting, there are two paths in front of me: one is to make a living by imitating paintings, whether it is "Han Xizai Night Banquet" or "Ladies with Fan Fan", in short, it is the work of celebrities who have died for thousands of years. Imitation paintings are far easier to sell than original works of unknown people living in this world; the second is to carry forward traditional Chinese painting and combine it with Western oil painting, printmaking, and even Huxian peasant paintings. Many people have achieved success on this road, the most typical example It was Chen Yifei, who not only made a lot of money selling paintings, but also created Yifei's second career in clothing.

Both paths are not acceptable to me, but Chen Yifei's success reminds me.If you can’t innovate in the painting style, you might as well innovate in the painting material. How romantic and beautiful it is to swipe on my favorite silk, just thinking about it is exciting enough. The silk is all shipped from Hangzhou. Goose yellow, bean green, ivory white, pink, crimson, and lake blue are all soft and charming colors. When held in the hand, they are as beautiful as water, and they are so beautiful in the eyes. Knitting, plain weaving, plain weave, twill weave, crepe, satin, jacquard, high flower, silk, hemp yarn, burnt-out silk, beautiful silk, viscose satin, starlight spinning...those silkworms as white as jade, tussah, lovesickness in life Like a mess, there are thousands of knots in my heart after death. I have been bound for so long, and finally unfolded a piece of my heart, spread it into a cloud of brocade and silk, and let my brush give it a new life.

The colors are not ordinary pigments, most of them come from natural plants or animals - bluegrass, azurite, turmeric, safflower, madder, comfrey, indigo, gallnut, conch liquid, shellworm...these many beautiful elves In order to be colorful, the spring will be left on the silk forever, and it will last forever. I make a sample on cardboard, estimate the size of the knife, and then swipe it on the silk.Special materials are added to the paint so that it does not fade, but after all, it cannot withstand repeated washing, and it will look old when it is washed. - Not everyone can afford such clothes.

However, in the metropolis, there are many women who spend a lot of money to buy what they want, and more of them are women who are unconventional and strive to stand out. "Xiangyunsha" gradually became famous.All the clothes here are only one, and most of them cannot be worn a second time, so the strength of the wearer is self-evident. This label is sometimes more useful than "Ports" and "Nike". Getting acquainted with Su Xiangru is extremely convenient for the promotion of "Xiangyunsha".From time to time, she used her pen like a rafter to casually mention between the lines, such as "a certain lady wore a lady's silk gown made by Xiang Yunsha in this city and attended the meeting gracefully", or "CD poison perfume, 520 cigarettes, Fragrant cloud gauze clothing has gradually become the three 'fragrance' symbols of petty bourgeoisie in this city".

And I myself often become a guest guest in her works. Su Xiangru, an angel roommate, gave me far more than I expected. The concept of "three fragrances" was actually first proposed by Chanel. Chanel is another roommate of mine, who was introduced by Xiangru. On the first day she officially moved in, she took the initiative to put the name "Sanxiangju" on the door. She said: "Su Xiangru, Chanel, and Xiang Yunsha, this is really a veritable fragrance nest. It's rare that the three of us are so destined, maybe we were sisters in the previous life, and we recognize each other in this life with the word 'Xiang' as a mark. "

Xiang Ruxiao: "I don't want to have a relationship with fake foreign devils. Your fragrance is too far-fetched." Chanel is actually an English name. Her real name is Xia Nian'er, which was chosen because it sounds similar to the world famous brand "CHANNL".Twenty-three years old this year, born with bright eyes and white teeth, jade bones and ice muscles, there is an indescribable softness in every gesture, with a distinct professional symbol-a ballet dancer. Not a lead dancer, but a sideshow—in "Swan Lake", she is one-sixth of the six little swans; in "Giselle", she is a ghost who died first; Help Swanilda turn the window... In short, always be the little star next to the heroine.But that doesn't matter, even though she is only an insignificant supporting role on stage, she is still very glamorous in life, and sometimes she is even more changeable and scheming than Xiangru.

When she heard about my professional expertise, she rolled her eyes and came up with an idea: "I like listening to Xiangru's stories about famous courtesans in ancient times. How about this, she will determine a good image, you design different clothes, and I will Come to be a model, and then I will let you draw it, the fragrance is like matching words, and we will collaborate on a book, the title of which is "Liu Fang Eternal." This idea made us excited immediately, and our spirits were springing up, and we immediately listed a very long plan, determined to choose a hundred ancient beauties, Yu Xiangru wrote the story manuscript, and determined the train of thought. Then design a set of Xiangyunsha-style modern clothes for Nianer to wear, and find the most famous makeup artist in the city to design the image for Nianer and take pictures... We cooperate with a set of picture albums, essay collections, photo albums, and at the same time Also a clothing catalog. Such a huge project made the three of us full of passion for creation. We couldn't help hugging, shouting, dancing, singing and dancing. After finishing two bottles of red wine, we made a vow of never betraying our friendship. At that moment, I believed Chanel's absurd statement about the past and present of the three of us, and was moved to tears by this gorgeous fate. Chanel was very drunk, but her steps were still steady.She has been dancing, even twirling - Lingbo micro-steps, colorful sleeves fluttering. I raised my glass to her and shouted with tears, "Nian'er, I love you!" "Hongyan, I love you too." It was Xiangru who answered me, she took my arm and pressed a sweet kiss, then murmured, "Kiss her, touch her cool skin, it feels like blowing Broken and sad, I feel that the good times will not last long." I laughed: "Xiangru, your tone is gay." Unexpectedly, Xiangru became serious, and said seriously with intoxicating persistence: "I have done relevant surveys, and 85.5% of the girls have cute homosexual tendencies, and they understand that heterosexual love often begins with homosexuality. From the beginning of friendship, a woman who doesn’t know how to cherish the same sex can’t really appreciate the opposite sex either.” I very much agree with this point of view and practice it personally, so I kissed Xiangru's cheek back and smelled a cool scent of perfume, which was "Water of Life" produced by "Issey Miyake" in 1995. The water of a lifetime, the love of a lifetime. After staying here, I gradually discovered that the three of us have a lot in common: we all smoke, we both love to dream, we both like eclectic things, we are all obsessed with certain kinds of clothes, and we are very paranoid about clothes. Needless to say, I love silk; Xiangru insists on wearing white clothes all year round; Nian'er is relatively indiscriminate, her obsession is international famous brands, as long as they are famous brands, she loves them. I've always wanted to paint on Xiangru's white dress. But she refused. She said: "Your paintings are icing on the cake on silk, but on my white clothes, they are called graffiti." Nian'er is even more unwilling, all her clothes are expensive, choosing a suitable dry cleaner every month is her biggest worry, and of course I am not allowed to "graffiti". Xiangru's working hours are not fixed, and she needs to work overtime from time to time.Nian'er's whereabouts are even more erratic, and the dragon sees the beginning but does not see the end.It is rare that when all three of them are at home at night, there will be endless topics to talk about. Of the three, I am the dullest. Both Xiangru and Nian'er are surprisingly good at eloquence, especially Xiangru, whose words are so simple that they can't stop talking.She already has a lot of allusions in her belly, and the books she read are also miscellaneous. As a reporter, she has heard and seen more than us, which adds more things to talk about.What impresses me the most is that she can express the most obvious truths with the most profound expositions, and she can also describe the most complicated emotions clearly with the simplest and most economical language. Once she wanted to talk about "Das Kapital" with us, and Nian'er and I were unanimously opposed, as we had no interest in such difficult science.Xiang Ruxiao: "Who says it's difficult? In fact, any science and religion are a kind of belief, just like love." She then recited loudly, "At the entrance of science, just like at the entrance of hell, one must ask Such demands—all hesitation must be rooted out here; all timidity is of no use here.” Seeing our stunned expressions, Xiangru laughed loudly, "How is it? Does this passage look like a confession of love, or a declaration of joining a religion? Just change one word in this sentence, and it is the best love textbook." In Love At the entrance to hell, as at the entrance to hell, such a claim must be made—here must be no hesitation; " Like all girls of the same age, we are particularly keen to exchange each other's love experiences when chatting: Xiangru has a fiancé thousands of miles away, who is not only her fellow countryman, but also her classmate, a modern childhood sweetheart, her love The story is the butterfly specimen that Nian'er and I envy the most; Nian'er has countless boyfriends, but no love; and I, I only have corn—corn, but as Nian'er said, it does not belong to me. It was on the second day of our acquaintance, Nian'er volunteered to show me palmistry, she held my hand and pretended to study it for a long time, then pinched it frivolously on purpose, and said with a smile: "It's so fragrant and soft." I smiled and hit her, she begged for mercy, and then said solemnly: "Okay, okay, let me tell you, you will be entangled with a bad relationship that doesn't belong to you for the rest of your life." This prophecy scares me. When I see corn again, I will always think of it involuntarily, and my mind will become more and more gloomy. Because of this, I couldn't be as unreserved as Xiangru in front of my roommates.Her life motto is "I have never read a book before, and I have nothing to say to others", but I can only "speak three points when meeting people, and don't throw all your heart away."As for Nian'er, what she says may not be the truth, when she says nothing, it may be pregnant with a huge lie, so complicated and confusing that it is difficult to distinguish the truth from the fake. Nian'er's grandmother made a living by dancing the great gods before liberation, and she was quite a bit of a god.When chatting, he likes to turn off the overhead light and only light on a half-dimmed aisle light. A pair of pretty eyes flicker in the dark, and he speaks vividly.I often feel that I am not scared by the content of her story, but by her ghostly look. Nian'er said: "Witches are dances, and dances are witches." She firmly believes that there are witches and ghosts, and she likes to talk about ghost fox meditation.She said that ghosts and people share the same space, and they are almost everywhere, but some ghosts are more powerful and easy to be felt by others, while others are weaker; Information about the netherworld, some not.Sometimes when we were chatting, she would suddenly point behind us and say, "Look over there, there is a woman laughing." Every time I was frightened by her narrowness, I would pout my face and warn her not to play anymore.Xiangru is also afraid, but she also likes to listen. Whenever the conversation is intense, Nian'er will dance. Her dancing posture always carries a demonic aura. She loves dancing, and loves to look like she is flying after wearing dance clothes.When practicing alone, she often fell in love with her own image in the mirror, but once on stage, she was immediately lost in the crowd of dancers. This is Nian'er's eternal trouble, but she said that she has her own way to balance it. However, I never thought that the so-called method was so unimaginable that our friendship was tested for the first time—— That night, I followed Corn to the busiest Burka nightclub in the city, watching him put his arms around his wife as he struggled to squeeze in through the crowd, without compromising his demeanor.Even in such a chaotic place, his attitude is still calm and composed, which fascinates me. I dodge.In fact, even if I shouted loudly and waved my arms vigorously, he might not be able to see me, but the shame of peeping made me dodge involuntarily. This is the first time I have seen corn in casual clothes, and he is breath-takingly handsome.His wife, however, was the opposite - at such a wild party, she still showed up in a suit - only a woman who is not confident wears a suit forever, just to make sure she doesn't go wrong, isn't she? During the feasting and feasting, I fiercely recognized Yu's wife's appearance, those eyebrows, those eyes, and the satisfied smile on her lips, and I remembered them one by one.She didn't wear the clothes of Xiang Yunsha.My works cannot withstand such crowding and rubbing. However, I really can't imagine the circumstances under which she would wear my clothes.Her appearance is not bad - her features are well-proportioned and her figure is slightly plump. She has just gained weight but has not yet gained weight. There is nothing outstanding about her. No matter how you look at it, she looks like a wife. Corn has bought a lot of silk from my shop this year, causing me to imagine countless times how his wife would wear the clothes I painted. But now it seems that buying Xiang Yunsha is not her idea, it's just the taste of corn. I still vividly remember seeing corn for the first time a year ago. It was an afternoon, and the cicadas were tired from hissing, and there was a young monk who was chanting sutras without making a sound, the air conditioner was fully turned on, there were no customers, and the only clerk also asked for leave.I leaned alone behind the counter and watched Byron's "Don Juan". I have read it for the third time, but I still sigh when I read the wonderful parts. At this moment, "Don Juan" in my life opened the door and walked in. When I found out that the suit on his body was Armani, I couldn't help but admire him.Few people can dress Amani as well as him, just like tailoring clothes. He walked among the colorful silks, among the ancient ladies and modern dresses and skirts, stunned and fascinated. I was moved by the appreciation in his eyes, or in other words, by my own works in his admiring eyes-the most valuable compliment is never a beautiful word of praise, but a stunning look in the eyes. "Send a girlfriend?" I walked over to greet him.Buying women's clothing is certainly not for yourself. "To my wife." He smiled. "Tomorrow is our third wedding anniversary. I want to give her a special gift, and the clothes in your store are the most beautiful clothes I have ever seen." I was hit immediately.She diligently asked about her wife's height and shape, chose the right clothes for him, and offered a 20% discount automatically, with a permanent VIP card as a gift. He signed his name on the register: Yu Min. corn?I read it lightly and laughed out loud. He also laughed, and said gently: "If I wasn't worried about the legal effect, I would use the word corn in my signature in the future." In return for the 20% discount—this was his reason—he invited me to stutter Japanese food on the next street. I did not refuse. I couldn't refuse, because he and I were equally reluctant to break up like this-he couldn't come to the women's clothing store every day to buy hand-painted silk clothes for his wife. During the dinner, he toasted me and said sincerely: "I have always believed that silk is a living garment, and your brush gives them a second life." This time I was not moved, but inexplicably sad. By the time dinner was over, we both knew what had happened - it was love at first sight. I fell in love at first sight with a married man. After that, all kinds of hardships are unspeakable, but I am happy with it.Deformed love is bound to go astray, and voyeurism is almost inevitable.It’s not about knowing yourself and the enemy, I don’t see this as a war, because if it were, I would have lost without a fight—how could I have the qualifications to participate in the war? Get to know his wife and get to know him better.I just want to know more about him. A few days ago, I pretended to be unintentional and asked, "How are you going to celebrate your wedding anniversary this year?" "Go to a nightclub, maybe," he said.After a while, she added with a smile: "She likes to be lively. She said that Burka has added a new sex dance performance. She is curious." In this way, I appeared on this occasion at this time. I'm also curious, not about the strippers, but about the corn wives. However, what shocked me the most this night was the stripper, who was actually my dear roommate who lived with me: Xia Nian'er.