Chapter 11 spouse

"If a picture is an arrow shot by a painter, then the arrow shot by the best painter will hit your heart instead of your ear." Kirshe once told me that. From this point of view, Ke Xue must be the most powerful painter. On the first day after Kirshe shot the arrow of sadness, I still waited for her at the cafe after get off work. The "reserved" sign was still there, but she didn't show up when I waited until the cafe closed. There was no dialogue between me and the boss, he only said at the checkout: "The total is 120 yuan." Then I took out the money and he changed the money.

On the subway home, I spent my first sleepless night. From the second day to the tenth day after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, I went to the cafe to wait for her every day. The "Reserved" sign was always there, but she never came. The boss didn't even say a word, and stretched out one finger, two fingers, or a fist with his right hand when checking out. Then I took out the money and he changed the money. On the 11th day after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, it was Saturday, and I arrived at ten o'clock in the morning. The owner just opened the shop for business, so I walked right in and took a seat by the wall.

The "Reserved" sign disappeared, and I panicked, thinking she wouldn't be coming. I saw the boss take out the "reserved" sign from under the bar, wipe it lightly, then go to the second table by the French window and put it on the table. As the sun went down, the signs of the shops across the street lit up; the lights of the signs dimmed, and the night engulfed the whole street. She still didn't show up. When checking out, the boss's right hand stretched out one finger, two fingers, and a fist. I shake my head. The boss compares again: one finger, two fingers, fist.

I still shook my head. "What do you mean?" He finally spoke. "I forgot to bring money." I said. "There's an ATM across the street." "I didn't even have a wallet with me." This is the first conversation between me and him in 11 days. After staring at me for a while, the boss said, "I'm treating you today." "Thank you." I said. "Are you hungry?" "Hmm." I nodded. "Go sit and wait." The boss turned around, "I'll get you something to eat." I returned to my seat and waited quietly.

Ten minutes later, the boss came over with two plates of food and put one in front of me. "Your plate is more." I said. The boss reversed the two plates of food and said, "Let's eat." I took a few bites and heard him say, "She and I are college classmates." "No way?" I looked up, "You look like her uncle." "Do you want to hear a story?" he said, "Or do you want to fight?" "Listen to the story." I made a wise choice. "During her junior year, she suddenly wanted to go abroad to study." "why?"

"Because she feels her paintings are dead and without emotion." "yes?" "A picture is not the same as a handicraft. You don't think the vase is crying or laughing, but a painting..." "how?" "Yes." He said: "The painting can cry and laugh. It can even make people who see it cry or laugh." "Oh." "She doesn't want to just learn painting skills, she wants to learn how to express emotions in paintings." "Then you can stay in Taiwan." I said. "In Taiwan, emotions are easy to disperse; in foreign countries, all emotions will be concentrated in the painting."

"She thinks too much." "What do you know?" He glared at me. I didn't want to talk back to him, so I said, "You're right, I don't understand." "When she was still studying in Taiwan, she liked to come to this store and said that the coffee here is delicious." "Isn't this store yours?" "It wasn't back then." He said, "During the years when she was studying abroad, I worked hard to make money. Later, I bought this store and asked the store manager to teach me how to make coffee." "The store manager is really nice."

"No. He thought I was a gangster, so he had to teach." I thought it was funny and laughed a few times. The boss looks cool and fierce, and he has a crew cut. No wonder people misunderstand him as a member of the underworld. "After she returned to Taiwan, she would come here for coffee almost every day. I didn't want her to spend money on coffee, and I wanted to see her continue to paint, so I asked her to pay for coffee with paintings." "Ok." "I keep every painting she gave me carefully. If I have a chance, I want to help her hold an exhibition."

"you are nice." "Since she got to know you, she has gotten better at painting, and I should thank you for that." "You're welcome." "But she left now, and you caused it, so I can't forgive you." "Sorry." We fell silent as we turned our attention back to our plates. "Tell me about you." I broke the silence, "You also study art, why don't you continue painting?" "Art is about talent. Compared with her, I have no talent." "can you?" "That's right. I can at best be an art critic, not a good art creator."

"why?" "Creators must only have themselves and keep themselves; critics can stand on the third party's point of view." "Don't you have a "self"?" "After meeting her, there will be no more." After the boss finished speaking, he let out a long breath. "Do you know where she went?" The boss shook his head. "Don't you have her cell phone number?" The boss stood up and walked to the bar.Grab something from under the bar and walk back. "This is her mobile phone." He put a red mobile phone on the table, and said, "If you want it, I will sell it to you for 3,000 yuan."

"You are sick, why do I need her mobile phone!" I was a little angry, not because of the three thousand yuan, but because the chance of finding Ke Xue was even slimmer. The boss took the plate back to the bar, and I got up to leave. Before leaving, I held my last hope and asked the boss: "Do you know when she will come back?" "I don't know." He paused, then continued, "But I'll wait." After opening the store door, I turned around and said to the boss: "You were born in the wrong age. In this age of popular romance novels, you can only play a supporting role; But in the era of popular martial arts novels, you are definitely a generation of heroes. " The boss didn't answer, walked out of the bar to the second table by the floor-to-ceiling windows, picked up the "reserved" sign, walked back to the bar, and carefully put it under the bar. I walked out of the cafe, and the lights in the shop were completely turned off, and it was plunged into darkness. The last train of the MRT had left long ago, and I walked home slowly, not knowing how long it took. From the 12th day after Keshe shot the arrow of sadness, I stopped going to that cafe. On the 18th day after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, I came to Ke Xue's residence. It was Xiaoli's mother who answered the door. As soon as she saw me, she said, "So it's you, a heartless person." "I..." My scalp went numb for a moment, and I didn't know what to say. "She's not here. You can go." "Where is she going?" "I don't know. She brought painting tools and an easel, and she just said she was going out for a walk." "When are you coming back?" "She didn't say." "It's my turn to ask you," she said. "Ok?" "Did you sleep with her?" "Hey!" "Hey what?" She raised her voice, "Is there any?" "No!" My voice also increased. "That's all right," she said. "You're not completely devoid of conscience." I didn't think it was a good idea to talk to her, and I asked what should be asked, so I went downstairs. "She called back." "Really?" I stopped, "What did she say?" "I don't know." She said, "Xiao Li picked it up." "Oh." I started walking down again and heard her ask, "Have you been staying up late lately?" "No." I stopped again, "It's just that I can't sleep well at night, and I have some insomnia." "No wonder your skin looks dull." "Ok?" "Our company has recently launched a new set of skin care products in the whitening series, do you want to try it?" "How much?" "Twenty thousand yuan." "too expensive." "There is also the baby Mimi series, only 12,000." "Still too expensive." "There are also golden sparkling series, water bright series, pink and tender series..." I didn't wait for her to finish, I ran downstairs without looking back. After taking the bus, transferring to the MRT, and then walking home, I spent the 18th night of insomnia. On the 20th day after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, I came to Xiaoli's nursing class. Xiaoli was sitting on the turf and drawing with her head down. I bent down and asked her, "What are you painting?" "Pip," she answered, without looking up. My eyes searched in front of her, and saw that magical shepherd dog. Looking down at Xiaoli's painting again, the dog in the painting has erect hair all over its body, a bit like a hedgehog. "Are you drawing Xiaopi being struck by lightning?" I asked. "What!" Xiaoli put her hands on her waist and said loudly, "Xiaopi is angry!" "The painting is really good." I laughed dryly, a little insincerely. Xiaoli looked up at me with suspicion in her eyes. "Where's your mother?" I tried to ask. "She will pick me up later." Xiaoli lowered her head to draw again. "I'm asking about your mother who can draw." "She's gone." "Didn't she call you? What did she say to you?" "She told me to be obedient and listen to my mother." "Did she say when she'd be back?" "No." "Do you remember what she said?" "You are noisy!" Xiaoli turned her back to me, as if she didn't want to talk to me. "Do you know?" I moved two steps, walked to her side, bent down and continued, "A great painter, when he paints, people can hear the whirring sound; When painting rain, people will hear the sound of clattering; When drawing lightning, people will involuntarily cover their ears. " Xiaoli didn't respond, so I continued: "And a more powerful painter, when painting, will make people..." Before she finished speaking, Xiao Li suddenly stood up and ran away. Then I heard a dog barking, not from Lily's painting, but from the other end of the turf. A month after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, I started writing again. Since Li Yan and Ke Xue left, I had stopped writing; But now I feel that I have to write down and keep writing to resolve the sadness in my heart. When I wrote the chapter "Sorrow", I kept hearing Li Yan's sad voice, and felt Ke Xue's sadness. So after finishing "Sorrow", I couldn't write any more. But I realized a truth: if the picture can make people hear the sound, it can also make people feel something in the heart; So is the same with fiction? I showed it to Dadong. He said that when he saw Ke Xue's painting "Where is the love?" described in the novel, he suddenly had a feeling. "How does it feel?" I asked. "The couple embracing each other in the painting should be Yi Shu and Ke Xue." He said. Dadong made me more sure that there is love between Yishu and Kexue. Two months after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, the company resumed normal get off work. But Xiaoliang has submitted his resignation. Xiao Liang said that he was only 28 years old and wanted to go abroad to study again. In fact, after Li Yan left, I no longer think he is an annoying person. In romance novels, the greatest conflicts often come not from being different but from being the same. That is, two men like the same woman, or two women like the same man. This is the biggest point of conflict between Xiao Liang and me. So in my novel, Xiaoliang became the villain. If Xiaoliang also writes novels, then in his novels, Yishu must play the villain role. Ms. Li decided to lose weight, because she gained three kilograms in the past two months without accompanying Li Yan on a vegetarian diet. She started exercising, running, stopped taking the elevator, and climbed the stairs to work in the company. The ninth floor!No wonder if I meet her when I first come into the office in the morning, she is always out of breath. After a week, I think she has become stronger, probably due to the transformation of fat into muscle. Three months after Keshe shot the arrow of sorrow, I rented a car and drove east. Near Hualien, I saw a large rapeseed field. I can't help but stop the car and wander around in this golden world. This is the scene presented in Ke Xue's "Paradise" painting. I forgot all my pursuits and sorrows and felt alive again. The sky suddenly started to rain heavily, and I forgot where the car was parked for a moment. I just happened to see a house nearby, so I ran over to hide from the rain under the eaves outside. It seemed to be a manor, with three or four simple brick houses, and the yard was a large green lawn. There are twenty or thirty huge stones placed on the grass, which have been manually carved. I looked around, and there was a small signboard outside the house, indicating that it was a stone garden. "Young man." An old gentleman with a long gray beard who appeared to be in his sixties came over with an umbrella, "Come in and hide from the rain." Seeing his smiling face and friendly attitude, I nodded and said, "Thank you." We walked to the gazebo in the garden with an umbrella, and he closed the umbrella and said, "Let's have a cup of tea." I sat down and felt the rain on my head. When I looked up, the roof of the gazebo was only covered with thatch, so the heavy rain passed through the thatch and formed several streams of water in the gazebo. I moved my position, avoiding the rain column, and took the hot tea he handed me. Although the heavy rain was pouring outside the gazebo, the old gentleman inside the gazebo was boiling water to make tea. I feel warm and peaceful. He asked where do I come from?what for?I tell the truth. Then said: "If I build this gazebo, it will definitely not leak." After listening to my words, he laughed heartily, like a passionate young man. The old gentleman began to tell me his story as he sipped his tea. It turned out that he was an amateur stone sculptor and had never been baptized in an orthodox art academy. When I was young, in order to make a living, regardless of the nature of the work, I did dozens of jobs, but none of them lasted long; Later, I finally found myself in the world of stone carvings. "When I first started to do stone carving, I often dived into the sea to find stones," said the old man. "Why?" I was puzzled, "There are rocks everywhere on the mountain." "The stones in the sea are harder." He said, "The harder the stone, the more difficult it is to carve. In this way, the power of life can be felt more during the carve process." I found that although he was old and physically frail, there was enormous energy in his eyes. The rain seemed to have stopped. He looked outside the gazebo and said, "Let me show you around." "Yeah." I nodded and stood up. We passed a house and I was shocked to see broken hammers and chisels all over the floor. The right hand picks up a heavy hammer, the iron part bent from repeated blows. I thought to myself, it would take thousands or tens of thousands of times of hard beating to be like this. "Sometimes I feel like these are the real creations compared to my stone sculptures." The old gentleman smiled lightly. The stone carvings of the old man are placed randomly on the grass outside the house without any extra decorations. "Anyway, it's a stone, so it's not afraid of the sun and rain." He said with a smile. His works seem to be mainly middle-aged women, and they all present a feeling of roundness and firmness. He said it was the image of his mother, a typical Taiwanese rural woman, simple and strong. One piece is markedly different, more like a young woman, and the stone is shaped like a fava bean, making her appear to be holding something, or someone. Most notably, her eyes were turned upwards and her left eye was gouged out. Because it had just rained, the hollowed-out left eye was filled with water, and when the wind blew, the water surface rippled. "This work is very special, what is it called?" I asked. "There is so much tenderness," he replied. "When I carved the left eye, I didn't intend to hollow out the left eye. But when I carved the left eye, I felt that the chisel was broken, so I simply hollowed out the left eye, and it became what it is now." He said. The piece keeps my eyes peeled and my feet are firmly planted on the ground. "Normally, it doesn't look like much, but as long as it rains, there will be water in the hollowed-out eyes. It really looks like eye waves." He said with a smile, "Do you like this work?" "I like it very much." I nodded, "And the stone is such a hard thing, but this work can convey a soft feeling, which is amazing." "Hahaha..." He suddenly laughed wildly, out of control. I looked at him suspiciously, and after he stopped laughing, he said, "Someone said the same thing." "yes?" "Three days ago, a girl drove by, and it was just after rain." He said, "She stopped in front of this work for a long time just like you, and then said the same thing as you." "That's right." "She should be studying art, and she drew a picture for me." My heart beat slightly faster, and then I asked, "What kind of car does she drive?" "The red car." He smiled, and continued, "I don't know the brand, I don't have much money, and I don't have research on cars." "Can I see her paintings?" My voice trembled. He nodded, walked back into the house, took out a painting, and handed it to me. This painting faithfully presents the stone carving of tenderness. The water ripples in the hollowed-out left eye, and the eyes of the woman in the painting turn and turn, showing affection. Some lines and shadows are drawn on the outer edge of the woman, making her look like she is lying on an extremely soft bed, and this drawing paper is the soft bed. Although I haven't seen Ke Xue's paintings for three months, I am too familiar with her paintings. That's right, this is Ke Xue's painting, and my eye sockets began to get wet. "she……" As soon as I spoke, I felt that my voice was hoarse and choked in my throat, and I couldn't speak any more. "Young man." He smiled slightly, "Take your time, it's okay." I wiped the corners of my eyes and said, "Is she okay?" "She's fine," he said, "but she looks sad, like you." I felt that I should have lost my composure just now. After calming down for a while, I asked again: "Did she say anything?" "Let's sit and talk." He led me back to the gazebo. "She said..." The old man started to boil the water again, "Happiness is outward, and sadness is inward. It was because of sadness that she saw herself clearly. " "Ok." "She feels that she can express a lot of emotions in the painting, but she can't express it to people. So she has to keep painting, while resolving sadness, while learning to express her emotions towards people. " "Ok." "But she has been painting for three months, and the sadness is still there. She didn't realize it until she saw the stone sculpture." "What did she realize?" "She must hollow herself out before she can be filled with tenderness." "Cutting out?" "Well, that's what she said." "What's the meaning?" "I don't know either." He smiled, "She just said that she wanted to draw a picture, so that the picture could be filled with her feelings for that person." "Well. And then?" "There is no more. She said thank you to me and left." "Oh." I was very disappointed, I lowered my head and said nothing. I felt that I had disturbed him for a long time, and the rain had stopped, so I got up and said goodbye. He accompanied me to the door and suddenly said, "By the way, I told her to go back early." "What did she say?" "She said that when she finished painting that painting, she would go back. And she would let that person see the painting." "yes?" "Yeah." He nodded. I said thank you, and when I turned to leave, he said, "Don't worry, she'll be back." "Ok." "She was painted for you, so you're bound to see that painting." "how do you know?" The old man started laughing wildly again, and after a pause, he said: "I am a stone carver, and I can even see the emotions of stones, let alone human emotions." I blushed slightly, smiled, and left the stone carving garden. When I drove home, I felt a little relieved. I don't have to look for Ke Xue like a headless chicken anymore, I just need to wait with peace of mind. Four months after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, Dadong's "Love in the Wasteland" finally started broadcasting. From the first episode, at nine o'clock every night, Dadong, Xiaoxi and I will stay in front of the TV. "Come on, wasteland!" Dadong complained loudly, "The heroine actually wears heavy makeup!" "And what kind of clothes is she wearing? Will less lace die?" "I wrote about Wang Baochuan! She can play Pan Jinlian!" "The male protagonist's hair sculpture is too amazing, the wind is so strong, and the hair is not messy at all!" "I want him to show the courage to rise in the face of adversity, not the ruthlessness of cutting people with a knife!" Dadong always cursed while watching, and his voice usually overwhelmed the volume of the TV. Xiaoxi once comforted Dadong, saying: "It is very difficult to be an emperor after Tang Taizong." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Tang Taizong is such a good emperor, of course the succeeding emperor will feel a lot of pressure." Xiaoxi said. "Huh?" I still don't understand. "The characters in Dadong's story have such beautiful personalities, of course the actors are under pressure." Xiaoxi said. "Oh." I finally understood. A month later, "The Wasted Land and the Day of Love" was released. After watching the last episode, Dadong said to me, "Where's yours?" "The ending hasn't been written yet." "why?" "Because the ending is still in progress." Dadong didn't quite understand, so after reading the draft of my novel again, he said, "Actually, it can still be made into a TV series." "yes?" "But be careful, Yin Yue may be portrayed as a rich young lady who doesn't understand anything; Kexue will be portrayed as a non-human woman who doesn't seem to need to go to the toilet. "Dadong said. "What about forgiveness?" I asked. "Yishu?" Dadong said, "Just find someone to act." "Hey." "I'm just kidding." He smiled, "It's also possible to be played as an oily playboy." "It's so miserable." "No way." Dadong shrugged, "This is the difference between text creation and image creation. Words always give people room for imagination." When I got up to go back to my room, Dadong said again: "You should continue writing the ending." "But……" I don't know how to tell Dadong, because Kexue hasn't come back yet, and I don't know where she is, so there is no way to write the ending. "It's strange that the story doesn't end." Dadong said again, "Let's write it." After I went back to my room, I thought about it for a long time, and decided to turn on the computer and start writing the ending. In case Ke Xue never comes back, or I can never see her again, but one day, when Ke Xue reads the novel or TV series, she will understand my feelings. Six months after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, Li Yan finally held a solo piano recital. The boss bought a ticket for everyone in the company and asked us all to join in the show. He also specially called me into his office and said, "Here is the most expensive ticket." I looked down at this ticket, the fifth row, very close to the stage. "Why is it best for me?" "Because you work the hardest and work the hardest..." "It was Li Yan who told me." Before he could finish, I interrupted him. "How do you know?" The boss seemed surprised. "Because I work the hardest, do things with the most heart, etc., it is impossible to describe me." "You are self-aware." The boss smiled instead. I said thank you and turned to leave. "Actually, you are a pretty good person, but the gap between Li Yan and you is too great, so..." "I understand that." I said back. "Just understand." He said, "Go and listen to her concert." "Ok." "Write a report to me after listening." "What?" I was taken aback. "Just kidding." He smiled again. On the night of Li Yan's piano recital, she wore a crimson dress, which made her look even brighter. I forgot how many pieces she played in total? Because the time my eyes stayed on her was much longer than the time my ears listened to the sound of the piano. I no longer hear Li Yan's sad voice, what I hear is the sound of her vigorously flapping her wings. Li Yan, there is no cage in the sky that belongs to you, so fly hard. Many of the songs that Liyan played on stage that night were sung to me in the company. Whenever I hear a familiar melody, I always fall into the memory of that one-minute agreement. And the little things I used to get along with in the company also spread in my heart with the sound of the piano. I wonder if she still likes to listen to stories? The last piece Li Yan played was "Sea and Rock". She rearranged the music so that I couldn't quite hear her the first time she played it. Later, at the request of the audience, she played it again, and sang it while playing it. Only then did I know that it was "The Sea and the Rocks". After playing "Sea and Rocks", Li Yan stood on the stage to accept warm applause and bowed in return. I made a "V" sign to her when she turned her gaze towards me. She waved her hands forgetfully, and smiled so happily, as if she was about to jump up. I knew Li Yan saw me. On the way home, I kept thinking about my relationship with Li Yan. Just now I was in the audience and she was on the stage; I compared V and she waved, it seemed so natural. I suddenly felt that I admired Li Yan. Admiration, admiration, the word "admiration" is well said; But the admiration that needs to look up is a distance after all. Dadong once said that the novels I write are very lifelike; but Li Yan's life is like novels. It turns out that there is sometimes no boundary between novels and life. Seven months after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, Da Dong finally married Xiao Xi. On the day of the wedding banquet, Eagle Man and I were sitting together. Not long after, Snake Girl staggered over. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "I changed to wearing contact lenses today, and I think what I see is weird." Snake Girl said. "If you usually wear trousers and wear a skirt today, won't you be unable to walk?" Eagle Man said. "Want to fight?" Snake said. "Come on," Hawkman said. "This is the wedding venue." After I finished, they shut up. "Is your script finished?" I asked. They all nodded, Ying Man also said: "It has been sent to the production unit for review." "Speaking of this, I think of my dream last night." Snake said, "Last night I dreamed that Shinji Nojima said: He is the number one playwright in Japan, but he can only be regarded as the second in Asia." "Then who is number one in Asia?" I asked. "Nojima said to me: It's you!" Snake replied. After Yingnan finished listening, he laughed beside him and fell to the ground. The snake girl glared at him and said, "Aren't you convinced?" "If the dream comes true, then Miyazawa Rie is not a virgin." Takao said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I often dream of having sex with Miyazawa Rie in bed. If this counts, can Miyazawa Rie still be a virgin?" Takao said while laughing. "Damn it!" Snake Girl stood up and said loudly, "I must teach you a lesson!" "Who is afraid of whom!" Eagle Man also said loudly. "This is the venue for the wedding banquet." I grabbed the two of them with both hands and pulled them a few times before they shut up. Fortunately, the wedding banquet scene is always noisy, and the bickering between eagles and snakes will not be too conspicuous. When the second course was served, the bride and groom began to talk on the stage, and the scene became a little quieter. Dadong said it very decently, nothing more than thanking a lot of people and such nonsense. After Dadong finished speaking, he handed the microphone to Xiaoxi. She waved her hand to decline, and finally took the microphone and said: "Marry Dadong, even if I go to the North Pole and sell refrigerators, I am willing." After Xiaoxi finished speaking, the chopsticks in the hands of everyone at the scene almost fell off. The chopsticks of Eagle Man and Snake Woman also fell on the table, but I still held the chopsticks in my hand well. The snake girl asked me: "Do you understand?" "Yeah." I nodded. "In the North Pole, who still buys refrigerators? So the life of those who sell refrigerators must be very difficult. Even if it is so difficult, she is willing to do so. She is really a resolute woman." "Admiration, admiration." Eagle Man said, "I only know that the North Pole is cold, and the refrigerator is also cold, so what she said is really cold." "I feel so cold too," Snake said. I looked at them and knew that I finally no longer felt that Xiaoxi's words were profound. Two weeks after I felt that Xiaoxi's words were no longer profound, I moved out of Dadong's house. After giving up the space to the newlyweds, I rented out on my own. Eight months after Ke Xue shot the arrow of sadness, it was the season when I saw Ke Xue for the first time. But I haven't been to that cafe for a long time. Since I stopped going to that cafe, I have to take a detour to and from get off work; When you move to your new home, there are no detours. I believe that the stone carver in Hualien, Ke Xue will definitely come back, and she will definitely bring back a painting. I just wait. The boss is waiting in the cafe, I am waiting in my life and novels. It's already the season of falling leaves. When I walk on the road, I often step on the leaves to rustle. I went to work at the company today, and as soon as I sat down, I found a leaf stuck to the sole of my left shoe. Bending down, tearing off the leaves, I saw yellow things on the back of the fallen leaves. I turned my shins and looked down at the soles of my shoes, and it turned out that I stepped on shit. I quickly bounced off the chair, the soles of my shoes rubbing against the ground, trying to wipe the shit away. "Are you tap dancing?" The boss just passed by and said something. I paused, and he said, "It's a good dance." After the boss left, I continued to tap dance, no, I continued to wipe the shit off the soles of my shoes. After I cleaned the soles of my shoes, I realized that the reason why the fallen leaves stuck to the soles last year was shit. I didn't expect that it was because of shit that Ke Xue wanted to draw the fallen leaves stuck to the soles of my shoes, and that was the beginning. If it's a romance novel, the cause of the romance novel is shit. No wonder people often say that romance novels are shit. I suddenly wanted to finish it, so I turned on the computer and started writing again. Regardless of the truth that you have to work hard when you go to work, I only know that it is also true that novels have endings. I was so absorbed in writing that I didn't even go out to eat during my lunch break. There is only a little bit left, and the rest is just the face of Ke Xue in the painting, and what I want to say to her. When it was time to get off work, the atmosphere in the company became lively, with several colleagues chatting together. "What? You went to that cafe too?" "Yeah, the coffee is good. But the boss is cool." "What's your name for that last painting?" "I call it: The Woman and the Sea." "It's too common. I named it: Woman of the Sea." "That's just as normal. Listen to what I've named it: Last Glance Before Jumping. Not bad, huh?" "The names you choose are not good, I call it: who will save me." "Are you playing tricks? How could it be the title of the picture? Isn't it called despair?" "I have the most literary and artistic temperament, and I named it: Gaze in the Turbulence." "It's too oblique. The title I chose is more straightforward, and it is called: I want to jump into the sea." "Are you looking for death? Take this kind of name." "After listening to the boss, he kicked me out of the cafe. My butt is still hurting." These colleagues burst into laughter when they said this. "It's really special to hold an art exhibition in a cafe." "Those paintings are actually very good, and they look very emotional." "I think many pictures are created naturally, and even the drawing paper is just a piece of white paper." "Well. Just like if a woman is beautiful, what she wears doesn't matter so much." "In short, drinking coffee while admiring paintings is really a kind of enjoyment." "However, the names of many pictures are very strange." "Yeah, if it weren't for these titles, I wouldn't have named that painting I want to jump into the sea." "That's true. How can there be pictures called confused, embarrassing, brash, clattering, etc." The last sentence was said by Ms. Li. I immediately stood up and wanted to go over to ask for clarification, but in my haste my left calf hit the table leg. Ignoring the pain in my calf, I pulled Ms. Li aside and asked her, "Which cafe are you talking about?" "The one opposite the MRT station." "Really?" "Hmm." She nodded, "Probably since last week, colleagues have rushed to this cafe for coffee. Because I heard that the cafe is full of paintings, it seems to be an art exhibition." "and then?" "At the checkout, the boss will also take out a painting and ask you to name it. There is a painting in that painting..." Without waiting for Miss Li to finish speaking, I turned around and ran out of the office. After exiting the company building, turn right, follow the usual path, and walk quickly towards the cafe. Along the road, the autumn wind kept blowing across my face, and I felt cool. As I approached the cafe, I slowed down, trying to cool down my excitement. Hearing the rustling under my feet again, I looked down and saw that I was stepping on fallen leaves all over the ground. I can't help but think of the beginning: I stepped on a field of autumn leaves and walked into the cafe.