Chapter 62
Zhong Miao didn't think she would become friends with Wang Yingying. She contacted Wang Yingying mostly to understand and test that bullshit plot.
She knew the plot too well. If Wang Yingying didn't want to follow the plot, bully her, or suppress her, she could also break away from the plot.
But Wang Yingying didn't do that. She was even worse than in the plot. The Wang Yingying in the book was passively compared, but in reality, Wang Yingying took the initiative to compete with her. This is enough to prove that Wang Yingying had self-awareness in the plot, but still did those bad things.
If Zhong Miao was a weak-willed person with no opinions of her own, she would definitely be bullied by Wang Yingying. That was inevitable. This was a defect in Wang Yingying's character, personality and cognition. Even if there was no hostile aura of the control group in the plot, the two were not the same kind of people.
As for whether Wang Yingying will change after leaving the plot, it has nothing to do with Zhong Miao. She still has to walk her own path.
The original plot is gone, the world will not collapse, and the heroine has lost her usefulness to her, so it is better not to have any contact with her in the future.
There was no need for Pei Ze and Song Xing to see each other again. They would just be strangers from now on.
"You, I just want to make friends with you, you don't have to be so hostile to me."
Wang Yingying thinks that there is something wrong with Zhong Miao. Aren’t we just friends?
"You're overthinking it. You've always been hostile to me, and I don't have the time for that. Last time, I was just doing a good deed. We're not the same kind of people, so we can't be friends."
Zhong Miao's words made Wang Yingying feel particularly uncomfortable. Originally, she was better than Zhong Miao in every aspect. Last time, Zhong Miao helped her, and she thought that their relationship was already that of friends.
Could it be that she was admitted to university and I was looked down upon because I didn't?
Wang Yingying looked at the paint-stained apron on Zhong Miao and said, "Zhong Miao, don't be too proud. What's the big deal about getting into an art school? I can get into university too. From a distance, you look like a rag collector, but when you look at the art school up close, you really are not up to par."
Zhong Miao wasn't angry at all. "Let's talk about it after you get into university."
Zhong Miao watched Wang Yingying leave angrily, and felt happy in her heart. Want to compete? I'll let you compete with me and make you jealous to death.
She brought Wang Yingying to school today because she wanted to confirm whether there would be any side effects after she left the plot. Any other reason had long lost its meaning.
She has not forgotten how Wang Yingying added fuel to the fire when a few old men bullied her. At that time, Wang Yingying held Song Xing's arm, and with the attitude of a winner, she took bullying her as a kind of pleasure.
Wang Yingying left the Academy of Fine Arts and walked towards the bookstore. She was really disgusted by Zhong Miao. She was still holding the note written by Zhong Miao in her hand, which she had crumpled into a ball of waste paper.
She hated Zhong Miao, but didn't want to throw away the note. She needed the review materials on it, which made it even more disgusting. From now on, every time she read a book, she would think of today, when Zhong Miao was standing superior and looking down at her.
Wang Yingying couldn't accept this reality. If Zhong Miao was willing to be friends with her, she would never feel so bad. Then she could comfort herself that no matter how good you are, you are still my friend and we are in the same circle.
Zhong Miao, who used to be inferior to her in everything, has now completely surpassed her. He looks down at her with a calm and composed attitude. Even this note is a charity to her.
Wang Yingying still threw the paper away. She couldn't bear the blow.
As soon as Wang Yingying left, Hu Xu, a senior from the first studio next door, came over. "Zhong Miao, who was that girl just now? Can you introduce her to me?"
This senior brother Hu Xu is an old straight man. When he reached the age to get married, he fell in love with Zhong Miao from the beginning. After knowing that Zhong Miao was married, he felt that they had met too late. He made Zhong Miao laugh and she wanted to laugh every time she saw him.
"Brother Hu, you have no chance. She is married."
"Alas, why am I so miserable? Why is there no one who wants my passion?"
Hu Xu has a bit of the romanticism and idealism of contemporary literary youth. He reads sour poems and essays all day long, the kind that moans without any reason. He is full of unrealistic fantasies about love and marriage, and he even incorporates them into his creations, which really opened Zhong Miao's eyes.
Besides, Hu Xu spent all day in the studio, most of his time reading idle books, and he had little time to spend on painting.
"Brother Hu, please read some passionate and inspiring contemporary literature, absorb more advanced ideas, and read less romance novels and those sour poems that moan without any reason. I can hardly stand your sour taste."
Zhong Miao teased Hu Xu mercilessly, and the two had become familiar with each other recently. Zhong Miao felt that if Hu Xu were to be reborn in 20 years, he would definitely be a "Shamatte", a loyal fan of youth pain literature.
It’s not that Zhong Miao doesn’t like individuality, it’s just that her thinking is more realistic. Besides, Hu Xu’s view on love is simply hard to describe.
"Hey, you're so beautiful, why aren't you considerate at all?"
"Brother, this is wrong. I can only understand my lover's feelings. If I understood your feelings, I would divorce you."
"You're so sharp-tongued, I can't argue with you, so I'm leaving."
Less than half an hour after Hu Xu left, Li Qiumo came again. Zhong Miao sighed, wondering why they always liked to hang out with her.
Li Qiumo entered the studio, opened the two bottles of soda he had bought, handed one to Zhong Miao, then slumped down in the chair, leaned back, and said nothing.
When Zhong Miao saw him like this, she knew that he was tired from climbing the ladder. After all, his painting was more than two meters high. He had to climb up and down all day long, so it was good enough that his legs didn't tremble.
Li Qiumo took a sip of soda. He had become familiar with Zhong Miao during this period and found that this student was very mature and a good companion to relieve boredom.
"Oh." Li Qiumo sighed.
Zhong Miao knew he was tired when she saw him like this. She had almost become an emotional transit station for several left-behind young people in the oil painting department recently. After getting to know her teacher, she was very humble. His upset was purely caused by his painting.
It is not easy for groundbreaking works to succeed. Creators will also go through confusion, difficulties, and thinking. In this process, the only thing that remains unchanged is the original intention.
In her previous life, she had read an interview with the veteran artist Li Qiumo. When he was painting this work, he was doing it intermittently because there was a conflict between his experience and thinking. His inspiration told him that he should do it this way, but his experience told him that it was not okay.
Under the tug of war between the two, he felt extremely tired and often put down his pen and stared blankly for hours while painting.
When he finally broke through this limitation, his progress was very fast. Although he had made some progress in the early stage, due to this kind of pull, the progress was not ideal and he was mostly slacking off.
His feeling may sound a bit pretentious, but many times, people's progress is achieved in this way.
Discovering problems, understanding where the problems lie, being stuck in the dilemma, and ultimately solving the problems, this is the path to growth. What is ultimately broken are often the limitations of inherent thinking and the constraints of experience. Once these limitations are broken, the feeling that follows is like being reborn, breaking through the shackles spiritually, becoming extremely free, and able to soar freely.
Li Qiumo didn't need her to say anything, he just needed to relieve his physical and mental fatigue.
"Zhong Miao, what would you like to eat for lunch?" Li Qiumo looked lazy, his medium-length hair flowing elegantly. He didn't have a braid today, and he took off his glasses, making him look more relaxed.
"I just finished eating and I'm not hungry yet. I'll eat in the evening."
"Well, I'm not eating either. You draw yours, I'll sit for a while."
"good."
Time flowed in silence, and the rustling sound of the brush rubbing against the canvas became a lullaby. Li Qiumo fell asleep as he relaxed, and Zhong Miao ignored him and continued with his work.
Zhong Miao felt extremely tired after a busy day. She walked slowly on the road, trying to cheer herself up.
When passing by the garment factory, he did not disturb his old father. She was not in good condition today and her father would be worried if he saw her. He had been too busy recently and had no extra energy to waste. After all, her father was not young anymore and the pressure of starting over was not small.
Finally arriving home, she threw herself on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
When Pei Ze got home, it was already past seven in the evening. Seeing that Zhong Miao was asleep, he walked lightly. When he saw the sweat on Zhong Miao's face and her abnormally red face, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He put his hand on her forehead and it was very hot.
Pei Ze found some fever-reducing medicine, poured a glass of water, and gently picked her up. "Wife, wife, Zhong Miao, wake up."
"Hmm?" Zhong Miao opened her eyes in a daze. "I'm back." Her voice was a little hoarse. "I feel a little uncomfortable."
"You have a fever. Take some antipyretics first. We'll go to the hospital soon."
"Have a fever? No need to go to the hospital, just take some medicine." Zhong Miao sat up with the help of Pei Ze's arm and took some medicine.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"
"I feel bad, my stomach hurts."
When Pei Ze heard her say that she had a stomachache, he thought of her menstrual period. It was almost time. "Are you having your period?"
"I don't know. I'll go check." Zhong Miao wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but she had no strength and was staggering with a dizzy head. Pei Ze helped her up.
No need to look, the bloodstains on the quilt have already proved the result.
Zhong Miao couldn't believe it. She actually soiled the quilt. Where were the pants? Pei Ze was still there. Why was she feeling a little embarrassed?
She was stimulated by this situation, and her mind became clearer. "You, you, you, find me some pants to change into."
"Wife, don't worry, the quilt and pants are fine. You can't stand steadily yet, don't move, sit down first, I'll help you."
Zhong Miao was indeed feeling weak all over. Besides the stomachache, all the joints in his body ached as if they were torn apart.
There was no way, she really couldn't do it. Her mind thought of it, but her body didn't obey.
Pei Ze helped her clean up. She was already running a fever, and the embarrassing feeling made her whole body turn red.
Pei Ze moved quickly and helped her clean up in a few minutes. He found the thermometer, stuffed it under her armpit, and coaxed her, "Wife, don't move. Just lie here. I'll go call Dad and we'll go to the hospital together."
Pei Ze didn't want to trouble his father-in-law. Going to the hospital would require paying fees and so on. He couldn't stay with Zhong Miao all the time. He was worried. Zhong Miao was so sick that someone had to watch over her all the time.
"Um."
Zhong Miao now knew that she was seriously ill and didn't want to hide it from her father anymore. She originally thought that he would be fine after a good sleep, so she didn't disturb him. But if he was really ill, she would not hide it. If she hid her daughter's illness from him, her old father would be disappointed.
After the father-in-law and son-in-law came back, Pei Ze took out the thermometer and saw that Zhong Miao had a high fever of 39 degrees.
The father-in-law and son-in-law quickly drove Zhong Miao to the hospital.
Zhong Miao was already delirious due to the fever, waking and sleeping at intervals, and didn't even notice that he was getting an injection while lying on the makeshift hospital bed.
"Dad, Zhong Miao needs someone to take care of her. I'm going back to the village and bringing Mom over to help. I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it."
Zhong Ming did not refuse his son-in-law's kindness. "Okay, the fever will go down quickly after the IV drip. It's getting dark soon, so you can open it slowly. I'm here, so you don't have to worry too much."
"Okay, don't worry, Dad."
It was already past ten o'clock when Zhong Miao woke up in a daze. The two bottles of water were almost finished. She opened her eyes and saw her father, mother-in-law, Pei Ze and An An. The whole family had come to the hospital.
"I'm feeling better, don't worry."
"Miaomiao, do you want to go to the toilet?" Zhang Weilan was very careful. After pouring two bottles of water into her, she would inevitably hold it in.
"Yes." When her mother-in-law asked this, Zhong Miao realized that her bladder was about to explode.
"Don't worry, I'll carry you there. Mom, please help get the IV. Dad, it's inconvenient for you to go to the women's room, so just look after An An."
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