Chapter 3 second quarter

Heitaro returned to the living room.Hisui Fumiko stood there, bending over a little, while arranging the front of the kimono in front of the mirror.She has finished putting on makeup, and her two curved eyebrows are even more charming. The kimono Ayako is wearing is made of brown crepe, which Heitaro bought for her from the top kimono shop in the city for 150,000 yen.Autumn flowers and plants are drawn on the kimono.It was painted by Wenzi himself, using thick and light brushwork, reflecting the characteristics of abstract painting. Her night-time tousled hair was done, and her distinctive bangs were trimmed to perfection.

Heitaro squinted at Fumiko, and sat down at the dining table in the next room. In front of Heitaro and on the opposite side is a set of meals, which the maid has already prepared. Heitaro lifted the lid of the bowl, took a sip of tea, and a small dried plum dangled at the bottom of the bowl.While drinking tea, he looked up at Wenzi's beautiful appearance and said, "Aren't you going to eat?" "I won't eat." When Wenzi answered, he was looking at his face in the mirror with a light red ribbon in his mouth. "You eat!" Heitaro took the newspaper on the couch.He didn't want to pick up the chopsticks right away.

This was not the case in the past.At that time, when taking a bath, Fumiko stayed with him until the end, taking care of Heitaro tirelessly.After Heitaro finished washing, she left the bathtub, took the wet bath towel and hung it up, and then put the dishes and chopsticks in a position where Heitaro could easily take them.After taking her seat, she also added Heitaro's favorite food in front of her to Heitaro's bowl, as thoughtful as taking care of a child.After eating, she chattered happily again. At that time, Heitaro was often thinking about business and hoped to leave earlier, but Fumiko always kept him.

Recently, however, things have changed dramatically.This goes back three months.From then on, when she woke up, she missed the time. The reason why she wanted to come home was always inseparable from the following excuses: or there was a regular meeting of ink painting today, or to attend a symposium;However, Heitaro secretly speculated about these changes in Fumiko. Boring, he threw away the newspaper, took off the lid of the soup bowl, and saw that the soup was not hot, which made him even more upset. Wenzi is twisting her body wrapped in a belt.Heitaro thought to himself that I also bought her the belt.That time, he went to the kimono shop with her specially and asked her to pick out this obi that matched the color of the kimono.

At that time, the owner of the kimono shop took out various tapes to compete on Akatsuki's kimono. In the end, Akatsuki chose this one, and Heitaro fully agreed.In fact, Heitaro is not an expert, and Wenzi invited him to go with him out of the maintenance of his self-esteem. This belt, embroidered with abstract patterns with gold and silver thread on the dark blue ground, gradually left the tatami and wrapped it around Fumiko's waist. "You are in too much of a hurry!" Heitaro put down his chopsticks and lost his appetite. "Look at you!" she said without even looking. "Didn't I tell you many times since last night? You must be at the teacher by eleven o'clock. It's half past nine now. Get to Tokyo." It will take an hour at the earliest!"

"If you go to the teacher, it doesn't matter if you are a little later?" "It's not just me! There are other people going together! If it's late, it's really interesting! Even if it's not late, they still gossip. Once delayed, they will definitely talk behind their backs Big, pretentious or something." Heitaro remained silent.He had something to say in his heart, but he couldn't make up his mind.Out of helplessness, he had no choice but to shift his gaze to the rice paste.Ham and eggs, seaweed, cold salad...all are ordinary dishes. "Hey!"

Heitaro's silence really aroused Fumiko's concern, and she turned her fair face away for the first time. "Isn't the work in your store very busy?" "No, I don't have anything. Just go to Ginza in the afternoon and meet up." "yes." Wenzi turned her back to the mirror, taking a picture of the newly tied knot on her back. "Then, please prepare slowly!" "You mean to leave me here alone?" "Oh! What a shame! I've got something to do. You'll have a while!" "Which teacher is it, huh?" Wenzi quickly turned around to face the mirror.replied:

"It's the teacher who taught me painting! Does it need to be said?" "Which teacher is it, the devil knows!" The words finally blurted out. "The more you talk, the more mysterious it is!" Fumiko made a gesture of not wanting to confront each other, quickly tied the belt, and brushed her hair with her hands. "Maybe it's not the teacher who teaches painting!" "So, what kind of teacher is it?" Fumiko straightened the collar of the kimono with her hands. "It's Mr. Ichizawa!" "It's inexplicable!"

Wenzi reacted quickly.She frowned, and stomped on the tatami with her white cloth socks. "You're just thinking about it!" "No, it's not a wild idea at all, that's what I thought. You came here for a night and then hurried back. It started three months ago. It was at that time that Mr. Ichizawa appeared in front of you. in front of." "But." Wenzi took another photo of his back. "Didn't you also readily agree to the matter between me and Mr. Ichizawa? What did you say that it would be beneficial to my future development?" "I said it, I said it. I said that it would be great if someone like Mr. Ichisawa Yongliang recognized and praised your art. He is a well-known person from a famous family, and he is famous in newspapers and magazines. He has a lot of acquaintances, is also very interested in antiques, etc., and often attends exhibitions and so on. Because he is such a person, I was sincerely happy for you."

"Look, look. And now you're saying such strange things." "After Mr. Ichizawa appeared, your heart gradually drifted away from me, and gradually leaned towards Mr. Ichizawa. I have heard that although Ichizawa is over sixty years old, he has already possessed many women. He He is an old hand in Hualiu world, he is rich and famous, and he can win over women. Wenzi, how can this make me feel at ease?!" At this time Wenzi has finished dressing up in front of the mirror.Even so, she continued to adjust the obi of the kimono, and finally it was all over, and she walked to Heitaro peacefully.Although Heitaro is used to the kimono in front of him, he still thinks it looks glamorous.The kimono had stunned the maids when they entered the hotel last night.

Wenzi sat across from Heitaro.It's certainly not for eating.Although she was sitting around the table, her sitting posture was dignified and regular, just like during a tea ceremony.The aroma of her body hit her nostrils. "What are you talking about?" His voice was unusually calm, and there was a smile in the corner of his eyes. "Don't make a mess of Mr. Ichizawa. Even I have heard all kinds of gossip about him. But that is one thing, and he and I are another. Mr. Ichizawa said The women who play with him are strictly distinguished from the female artists, and the boundaries are very clear." Fumiko explained to Heitaro as if explaining a difficult problem in easy-to-understand language. "You also put in a lot of effort for me. However, you are different from Mr. Ichizawa." "How is it different?" "Well, you and I have a special relationship, and Mr. Ichizawa just recognizes my art and gives him great support. In other words, he only recognizes my art, and he is another colleague to me." Heitaro has many doubts in his heart, who can do such a feat of kindness?At the first glance, he believed Wenzi's eloquent words and eloquence.However, at this moment, his sense of inferiority rose again.This is quite similar to listening to Wenzi explaining a problem that he doesn't understand. However, he still couldn't accept it emotionally. "This kind of fact is unimaginable. Mr. Ichizawa is thinking about you. You can't take him lightly. He is coveting your beautiful face and vigorous body." "Please don't say such vulgar words." Wen Zi frowned slightly. "Of course, there may be such people. Among the members of the Ink Art Association I joined, there are not people who do not have evil intentions." "I'm still right!" "No, that's not right. Mr. Ichizawa is very different from those unknown people. Although he is rich, he comes from a famous family. He has extensive contacts with all walks of life. Is there anyone who doesn't know Mr.'s name in the cultural world? Yes. He is so well-known in the newspapers and magazines that he values ​​fame more than anything else. A vulgar idea like yours will never arise." Wenzi spoke solemnly like a teacher giving a lecture to middle school students.Despite their unusual relationship, there was a touch of politeness in her words.This is Wenzi's habit.Heitaro often has this feeling when listening to Fumiko's speech. He felt the same way when Heitaro hugged Fumiko.If it is another woman, she will be happy and forget her shape, but Wenzi can control her emotions when she is happy. Heitaro still can't forget the scene of the night when he first took Fumiko as his own.His will was completely conquered by her dignity, and he didn't dare to act rashly throughout the whole night.He had lost a great battle mentally. "You are so strange, am I such a woman?" Fumiko stared at Heitaro with scorching eyes. "I don't want to think that way." Heitaro's mood at this moment was like that of an angry child being coaxed into laughing. "I didn't think so at first, but seeing you rushing back to Tokyo in such a hurry, I unconsciously came up with such a thought." "I'm sorry!" Wenzi apologized devoutly, "With your help, I have gained a certain degree of recognition in the world of ink painting. This is the result of your full support. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. However, the road ahead is full of thorns. They want to drag my legs. Not only my friends, but also my seniors are very jealous. They are trying to form a wall to prevent me from moving forward." "It's like this in every industry." Heitaro nodded in agreement, "Take me as an example! Now I finally have three shops. But before this, I suffered a lot! The police arrested me, and the gang beat me. Afterwards, I realized that this was all behind the scenes of my colleagues, which surprised me." Heitaro said somewhat proudly. "That's right! That's the thing. It's even more difficult for someone like me to fight alone relying on his own abilities. In the world of ink painting, the old habits still exist. Teachers, apprentices, and beginners are in a straight line; There is a horizontal connection, and the result is like a tree root, intertwined." "I've heard you say it before." "So don't be paralyzed. As soon as talented people appear, everyone will attack them. If you are not so tenacious, you will be defeated. I often make some reluctant requests, please buy me luxurious items , one of the reasons is that I am unwilling to be defeated by these people." There was a gleam in Wenzi's eyes not to be outdone. "Even if it's a very small party, the participants are all staring at other people's clothes. When they see a poorly dressed person, everyone looks down on him, as if the person is immoral and talented; Talented people feel comfortable in shabby clothes... I am not willing to fail in these areas." Heitaro was silent, he couldn't find any words to refute. "When I was recognized by Mr. Ichizawa, I felt sincere joy. You probably remember that I hung up the phone to you immediately, and I couldn't control the excitement. I had to say goodbye to the person who loves me the most. , the first to report the situation at that time." "Has this feeling not changed now?" Heitaro looked at Fumiko's face face to face, staring for a long time. Wenzi showed no wavering expression. "Yes, it goes without saying. You are the most precious thing to me." "Is this true?" "Don't you understand! Your feelings have penetrated deeply into my heart. For this, I am ashamed of your wife. But what can be done? It has come to this point." "My wife still doubts you. She doesn't listen to my excuse." Heitaro left the table, quickly sat beside Fumiko, and held her hand tightly. "Wenzi! I like you from the bottom of my heart! For you, I don't need those pinball shops. I can do anything. Don't leave me!" Fumiko hugged Heitaro's neck tenderly.