As time flies, I only care about you

Chapter 131

That night, he didn't refuse, I gave myself to him.

Big Ben…

Let's meet again later...

when…

Uh...let's say...Christmas in four years time...Wah...can you promise me...

Of course... it's a deal...

The job of a restorer is to recreate the life of a dying life, and to revive a dying city with new vitality.

In order to save the world's cultural heritage, we research novel restoration techniques and turn the whole city into a restoration workshop in order to strive for excellence. This is called a restoration revolution. Countless restorationists have spent long years or even a lifetime just for the sake of Restoring a dying work of art.

The teacher's words echoed in my ears for a long time, and I went to London to learn how to restore the technical city. I was under 24 at that time.

During this period of time, I tried several times to reorganize my mood. Now I may be a kind of rebirth, and I often think that if he is here, that time will no longer be a long expectation for me.

Studio D has gathered many top contemporary restorers. After I obtained the restorer qualification certificate, my teacher recommended me to come here as a trainee.

Every colleague is wearing a white coat, and they are busy in their respective work areas. The difference from the hospital is that it is much quieter here, and there is no unnecessary noise.

The teacher wanted me to be her naked model in the studio. I hesitated again and again. In front of a strange woman, I still couldn't take off the last two fig leafs on my body, and in the end I couldn't please her.

It is said that she often paints portraits of trainees in the studio, as if... many people have been painted by her, this is already an open secret.

When I was free, I rode a bicycle, carried a drawing board on my back, and shuttled through the streets and alleys. Before I knew it, three years had passed.

In the early morning, in the studio, I would occasionally hear gossip news about a certain person and the teacher. After all, many people were dreaming, and they won the opportunity to restore the art treasures of famous artists from the teacher.

As for me, I seem a little indifferent, let alone how to seize opportunities. I am often alone and rarely communicate with them. In their eyes, I am a strong and independent person.

Unexpectedly, there are some things that I can't hide even if I want to...

In the sky, it rained heavily suddenly. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I was trapped on the steps outside the fast food restaurant to hide from the rain.

At this time, there was a black umbrella in front of me. I turned my head and saw that it was Taiwan boy Beck from the same school. I don’t know his Chinese name. I only know that he works in this fast food restaurant. It's just a matter of face.

After he handed me the umbrella, he covered his head with his hands and ran into the rain.

For some reason, seeing his back running away in the pouring rain reminded me of him in his hometown again. He was not allowed to come to me for three years, just to keep the promise with my mother.

When I returned to the studio, there were many policemen standing by the door. I walked in puzzled, but found that my colleagues looked at me strangely. I subconsciously walked towards the crowded place.

"Are you Tong Xueqian?"

"Well, what's the matter?" As soon as the words came out, I felt that something was wrong, and I looked at the policeman in front of me with a surprised expression.

Perhaps because of my arrival, the colleagues around the drawing board dispersed one by one.

Only then did I realize that the portrait my teacher ordered me to restore a few days ago had been artificially destroyed, and the biggest suspect was naturally me, the restorer.

In fact, I know that painting is not really a famous painting, and I have already discovered it when I saw it with my third eye, but I am still very happy to accept this task.

A strange voice came to my ears again, "Are you Tong Xueqian?"

I reacted, looked at him and explained, "No...it's not me..." Then I looked at my colleagues, but in their eyes I saw the indifference that I love to do most on weekdays, and the teacher's matter has nothing to do with me face.

I was called into the police station, and because I had no evidence, I was released quickly, but at the same time, I lost my job.

Suddenly feel lost in this city, I want to cry but I can't cry, doesn't it mean that bad things will turn into good things in the end?Is it not the end yet? "

Back home, I locked myself in the small studio alone, looked at each of his portraits on the wall, and recalled every bit of what happened three years ago.

There was a noise from the porch, and soon there were chirping children's voices in the living room. I adjusted my expression and turned to look outside the door.

Seeing that the studio door was open, the little boy ran over happily, "Mom...Mom..."

I knelt down and hugged him into my arms, and kissed him hard on his pink face, "Tongtong, what did you have for dinner at the godmother's house tonight?"

"Roasted sweet potatoes, sweet and sour pork ribs, cola fish, delicious."

I lifted up his clothes and touched his bulging little ball belly, and the little guy burst out laughing.

After a while, after putting Tongtong to sleep, I gently closed the bedroom door and walked into Luo Yun's house next door.

In the living room, she handed me a glass of red wine, "It must be someone who is jealous of your talent."

There was a sneer at the corner of my mouth, and I said contradictory words, "Over there, my skills are not outstanding at all, I really don't understand...Thinking about it, it's the same wherever I go."

"What's next?"

"I'm going to take him back home early without waiting for Christmas."

Luo Yun took a sip of his wine and looked straight at me, "What about Tongtong? Are you going to let him call his biological father, uncle?"

I was stunned for a moment. It's not that I haven't thought about this headache problem. I also know that it will be very troublesome to face it. I raised my eyebrows consciously, looked at her and said, "Don't you still have your godmother and Little Apple?"

Luo Yun came to his senses and gave me an annoyed look.

A month later, I received a call from my colleague L. She said that she had left the teacher's studio, and she also told the truth about what happened that day. The painting was destroyed by the teacher himself, and the police were called by the teacher. Colleagues dare not say a word, for fear of offending the teacher and losing their jobs.

I was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say, or why she did this.

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(End of this chapter)