The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 78 Brother Yixiang is drunk and keeps calling your name
Mo Zhiqian did not go to Zeng Li's room to torture him for several days.

I checked on the Internet, when a woman's area is damaged, it is not suitable for a house, and it needs to be raised.

And Zeng Li also stayed at home quietly, not going out.

During the day, I shut myself in the room, with a glass of red wine beside me, and sat in front of the drawing board to draw.

This oil painting should be the work that Zeng Li has painted for the longest time and devoted his heart and soul to it. He sketches on the drawing board every day, but after finishing it, he feels that it is not perfect. creation.

The painting is still the same work.

A figure stood facing the wind in front of the open window, and the long hair of the woman was blown by the breeze. It was obviously a beautiful picture, but the back of the woman revealed a sense of loneliness and sadness.

In recent days, Mr. Zeng Li likes to listen to music while painting, an old song that he overheard.

... I am a bird imprisoned by you,
I have forgotten how high the sky is...

In the past, she was not a character of sadness and sorrow, but in the past few days, for some reason, she always felt inexplicably sad, and even despaired.

The curse that Mo Zhiqian gritted his teeth often rang in his ears.

Zeng Li, as long as I don't let go, don't forget to escape...

Before, her mother said that Mo Zhiqian's resentment towards her would gradually disappear as time went by, but now that almost a year has passed, Mo Zhiqian's hatred towards her has only increased.

Before, she even selfishly fantasized that when Mo Zhiqian let go, she and Lei Yixiang would go far away, and would never return to this city that shamed her. Anyway, Lei Yixiang loves her so much, he will never dislike her ...

But now, every time he thinks of the picture of the young girl in the art exhibition, Zeng Li feels that there is no hope for his life anymore.

Therefore, shutting herself in the room every day and facing the drawing board is no longer a dream and hobby, but it has become a way for her to pass the time.

In life, the most painful thing is not the arrival of suffering, but the suffering that does not know when it will stop.

Zeng Li was in such a state of mind at this time.

Alive, in fact, a heart, has died.

Picking up the red wine beside him, he took a sip, his narrowed eyes stopped on the drawing board in front of him, but he seemed to look elsewhere through the drawing board.

Holding the paintbrush and dipping the oil paint on the palette, I added a few strokes to the back of the woman in the painting. The woman's long hair flutters wantonly in the wind, adding a bit of loneliness to the beauty.

He took another sip of the red wine, his right hand was still holding on to the paintbrush, and his eyes were always on the drawing board, blurred and focused, trying to outline the soul of the characters in the painting as much as possible.

The music on the mobile phone dropped on the floor changed, it was no longer the song "Prison Bird" that seemed to be playing, but the ringtone of the incoming call.

Zeng Li put down the red wine, grabbed the phone and put it to his ear, his eyes kept on the oil painting in front of him.

"Hello, who is it?" The formulaic voice was polite but without warmth.

"Excuse me... is this Miss Zeng Li?" On the other end of the phone, the girl's voice sounded a little timid.

"I am, who are you?" Zeng Li's eyes were still on the drawing board, he raised his hand holding the brush, and added a few more strokes on it.

"I... I'm Cha Xiaoou, Brother Yixiang was drunk and kept calling your name..."

Zha Xiaoou looked back at Lei Yixiang who was lying on the bar, the latter was still murmuring, "Xiao Li...don't leave me..." and liquid overflowed from his closed eyes.

"Where is Yixiang? Tell me your location!" Hearing Lei Yixiang's name, Zeng Li woke up suddenly, his expression was tense, and his hand holding the paintbrush could not help but tighten.

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