Yesterday was like Death ✔️

Chapter 27

    Before dawn, I was dragging a 28-inch suitcase and walking on a mountain road without cars, with a fragmented oil painting under my armpit.

    An hour ago, Xi Zonghe said that he never wanted to see me again, and he wanted me to pack my things and go. He was really angry, he couldn't maintain even the minimum cultivation, blue veins appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were full of disgust. If I dare to defend myself, claiming that I have deep-rooted affection for him, he can let me put on a sheet and sweep me out.

    Besides, he was right. I was indeed a liar and played him around. For a contract, in order not to lose everything I have now, even a fool's feelings are deceived.

    He tore up the contract in front of me and threw the wreckage to my face.

    "Gu Tang, you are the one who can act best. You treat me well, but because you are a total self-interested person." He sighed with red eyes, "Your play is so good."

    I have nothing. Words can be said, but nothing is right.

    From when he discovered the contract to when I packed my luggage and left, I maintained a strange peace from beginning to end. It seems that this incident has been rehearsed in my mind countless times and experienced countless times, so when it suddenly came, my first reaction was not to panic, but to accept it calmly.

    The false hypothesis will collapse one day, and I can only procrastinate, but I cannot avoid the arrival of this day. Whether as a perfect artist or a perfect lover, I have already stepped on the ice and suffered the bite of the evil tiger.

    This is the retribution of my greed.

    I coveted something I shouldn't covet, I deserve it.

    For five years, I didn't know that I had so many things in this house, and it was impossible to take away all of my suitcases.

    I packed up some clothes and jewelry, and finally left the villa quietly before going down the steps. The door behind me suddenly opened.

    But before I turned around, I heard a crisp sound, something hit my feet, and then the door closed again without nostalgia.

    I had a hunch and looked down slowly, it turned out to be my sunflower.

    I knelt down, sighed and picked it up from the ground. The wooden picture frame cannot withstand violence, and it splits from the footline as soon as it hits the ground. It seems that only a light touch can make it torn apart.

    I had to carefully clamp it under the armpit to fix it, hoping it could last longer.     I had known that I would not

    have worked so hard to mount it...

Hey, who would have known, if I knew I hadn't painted yet, it was a waste of my half a year.

    I was walking in the cold wind, and the bone-to-sing chill eroded my body, making me unable to restrain myself from trembling to resist the cold.

    "It's cold..."

    I wrapped my coat tightly and stopped at the foot of the mountain. After waiting for about ten minutes, a lighted white dash came in the morning. It was the car I bought for Gu Ni last year.

    I was too cold. As soon as she stopped, I hurriedly stuffed my luggage and pictures into the trunk, and then rushed to the co-pilot.

    Gu Ni before starting to glance at me, then in a long to see through everything, as if possessed philosopher sages tone said to me: "I had told you he was not a good thing, was driven out of it?"