Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Defeat the Nightmare; Pack Up and Get Ready...
Every word He Songfeng said was like a knife stabbing into Dou Mingxu's heart.
The one who provoked first was He Songfeng, and the one who left first was also He Songfeng.
The one who lives in the gentle and sweet bubble created by He Songfeng is Dou Mingxu.
Everything about this relationship, as He Songfeng said, was Dou Mingxu's fantasy.
He should understand that he is just a step on He Songfeng's upward journey of life. It is only a step. Once he steps on it, there is no reason to go back or go down.
Now, the only way to make He Songfeng look back at him is for him to go up, kneel at He Songfeng's feet, and lay a new step, which will become the step for He Songfeng to continue to move forward.
Nothing can hold He Songfeng back except his own future.
Dou Mingxu's body was buried in the crook of He Songfeng's neck. He reached towards the co-pilot's storage box, pulled it down, and his palm sank into the deep darkness. After rustling for a while, he took out a file bag, which was bulging with A4 pages of plans.
"I know what you want."
Dou Mingxu sat up and pulled himself away from He Songfeng's warm and soft embrace. There was a great emptiness in his arms, and his whole body drooped down like a tree that had been cut in half.
The file bag sank on He Songfeng's legs.
He Songfeng lowered his head, opened the bag, took out the bound proposal, held it in his hands and quickly scanned every line of words inside.
This was a curatorial proposal with no constraints. As the boss, Dou Mingxu provided the most central, luxurious, and busiest exhibition hall in the art district. And the timing was right on the first day of the annual art exhibition in San Myshuno.
No theme, no content.
The budget is unlimited, and full responsibility lies with the person named.
Even if ants come, they can understand that this plan is a direct and naked praise of people.
No matter what kind of work this exhibition hall finally delivers, the exposure and traffic it can bring are enough to make He Songfeng a celebrity in the art circle.
The score of the homework only determines whether He Songfeng becomes famous or just a little famous.
Dou Mingxu has already paved the way for He Songfeng, and he just needs to step on it.
"I always knew it, but I was wrong about you."
Dou Mingxu was fascinated by He Songfeng's serious expression as he read. He was well-behaved and quiet, with his eyelids slightly lowered. Two completely symmetrical black moles were faintly visible, as if two silk strings were hanging there to control the puppet's eyes.
Dou Mingxu said: "It's useless to suppress you. I should give you what you want, so that you will be willing to say you love me."
He Songfeng closed the proposal in his hand and put it neatly into the file bag.
He raised his eyes and looked at Dou Mingxu silently.
"Do you want to smoke?" He Songfeng asked him.
Dou Mingxu didn't have time to answer, and could only murmur foolishly from his throat: "Angel..."
He Songfeng had already leaned forward without permission, across the center console, and with his delicate white hands he deftly took the cigarette out of the cigarette box and presented it to Dou Mingxu's lips with both hands.
When Dou Mingxu bit the cigarette butt, the object in his jade-like, soft and delicate hands turned into a silver lighter.
The flames hissed as they burned in the close proximity of the two people, emitting a blazing fire as their eyes met, burning the contours of their cheeks with a soft orange-yellow glow.
He Songfeng's pupils became darker, and the scorching fire burned even more fiercely in his eyes, suddenly emitting the light of ambition.
The corners of He Songfeng's mouth were lifted by the rising smoke, and his usually gentle facial features were now carved into sharp lines and angles.
The muscles of his thin arms were tense, shaped like a dagger, and the blood vessels were throbbing under He Songfeng's thin skin. The knuckles of the hand holding the lighter were so tight that the back of his hand was pushed out at a sharp angle, and you could almost hear the sound of his phalanges clicking against each other.
With a click.
The lighter was extinguished by the veil.
The lights of the ambulance not far away were flashing red and blue, red and blue. The blood on He Songfeng's hands, clothes, cheeks and neck was visible under the sudden light.
It was originally just the dirt on Dou Mingxu's hands, but now it blends perfectly with He Songfeng's.
His gentleness carries the danger of destroying people.
"Angel...Angel! Angel!" The obsession in Dou Mingxu's eyes became even stronger.
He loved the impulsive and dangerous nature of He Songfeng!
What kind of docile and family-oriented Yamato Nadeshiko? What kind of dissolute and absurd whore?
Just congratulate Songfeng, only congratulate Songfeng!
He Songfeng held up the infatuated and confused face in front of him and kissed Dou Mingxu affectionately between his eyebrows.
The Bodhisattva in East Asian religions and the Virgin Mary in Western European mythology offer tolerant salvation to dirty and despicable believers.
Out of the corner of his eye, He Songfeng saw a group of medical staff gathered in a circle, seemingly carrying something down and putting it into the car.
The ambulance trunk door closed.
The sirens were getting farther and farther away, and the warning lights were getting dimmer and dimmer.
Until the surroundings fell into darkness again, until the only sound in the world was Dou Mingxu's eager breathing.
He Songfeng finally withdrew his worry from the corner of his eye and focused all his attention on Dou Mingxu.
"I'm tired, let's go back and rest."
"We?" Dou Mingxu asked.
He Songfeng nodded, "Yes, we."
A week passed in a not-so-peaceful calm.
During this period, He Songfeng took advantage of the lunch break to visit Ivander. Ivander's planned Asian art exhibition had to be postponed because of his concussion, and He Songfeng expressed his deep apologies for this.
"Are you with him now?" Evander asked He Songfeng.
He Songfeng nodded.
Speaking of "him", He Songfeng took out a new proposal from his handbag as quickly as possible, with the signatures and seals of He Songfeng and Dou Mingxu added on it.
The exhibition hall planning, led by He Songfeng, has officially been launched.
“This is the opportunity he gave me.”
He Songfeng said, flipping through the proposal book in his hand and continuing to talk about himself: "I need him, so I must be with him."
There wasn't a trace of guilt or shame in He Songfeng's words or demeanor for selling his body for resources. Instead, he was full of ambition, and became more and more certain as he spoke.
"You know me. Whatever I want, I must get. Even if it means cutting off my own flesh and feeding it to others, I can do it."
Immediately afterwards, He Songfeng talked to Ivanderkuo about his plans for this opportunity.
He was very confident. He hardly asked for Evander's opinion. He just spoke his ideas fluently with full confidence and determination to win.
Ivander smiled and admired He Songfeng's lively appearance. He was very happy to see He Songfeng so excited.
In the past, whenever He Songfeng came to see him, he was either sad or confused. In short, every time, it was like his soul had left his body, and he looked like he was waiting to be filled with comfort and care.
"Is he good to you?"
He Songfeng nodded: "Very good."
Evander was relieved. "That's good."
He Songfeng suddenly thought of something and apologized: "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't accompany you to your exhibition."
Evander gently comforted him, "The translation schedule conflict was originally an excuse I made to be with you. It's okay. Just do your own thing."
Before leaving, He Songfeng turned back and asked Evander, "Can I take the painting in your house?"
Evander nodded. "Sure. I'll have someone send it to your place."
He Songfeng trotted back to Evander from under the door frame. He was like a fallen leaf that suddenly landed on Evander's collar, falling down weightlessly and giving Evander a tight hug.
Ivander's palm fell on He Songfeng's back, patting him gently to comfort him.
He Songfeng left.
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry without any regrets.
He said he came to visit, but in fact it was more like he came to vent his anticipation and excitement of having nowhere to go, just like he used to vent his unbearableness and sadness with Evander.
He Songfeng doesn't love anyone, including Evander.
He just loved the feeling of being loved, and that included Evander.
It's cruel, but for He Songfeng, it's safe.
He Songfeng began to spend all day writing plans on MacPro. He went to bed late and got up early. He started thinking as soon as he opened his eyes. He took ten minutes to eat, and his dinner was just bread with ham and lettuce, which he swallowed whole as a meal.
Another week passed, and when the appointed reporting time came, He Songfeng appeared in Dou Mingxu's office with his own plan.
The next day, the leaders of the entire planning team will bring their own plans to attend the meeting where Dou Mingxu and several other general managers will be present.
He Songfeng was the only one in his group, so naturally he was the one to go on stage as a representative.
At this moment, Dou Mingxu was giving He Songfeng some special training in advance.
"Are you sure this is your final draft?"
Dou Mingxu's voice came out muffled from his broken nose, and he tutted awkwardly, "No."
He Songfeng's expression suddenly changed. He thought Dou Mingxu was trying to embarrass him again, so he asked directly, "Why not?"
"I remember Adrien saying something about you. He said you were too rigid. You were a high-scoring student in school, and your head was full of words from textbooks."
Dou Mingxu tapped his temples with his fingers. There was a sterile dressing on that area, but the dressing couldn't cover the bruises underneath. There was also a dressing across the bridge of his nose.
Dou Mingxu tapped his finger on the table in front of him and said sternly, "You didn't take his warning seriously at all."
He Songfeng rested his hands on the table and looked straight at Dou Mingxu, obviously not convinced.
Dou Mingxu pushed the Mac Pro forward and back in front of He Songfeng. The hand that was tapping on the table turned into knocking on the table, making two warning sounds.
"None of the versions you gave me now are good. Redo them."
He Songfeng took a deep breath, but he didn't swallow it for a long time. His lips were pursed into a straight line and pulled inward.
"Take it back and redo it."
"You don't have to attend tomorrow's meeting either."
"I'm not trying to embarrass you, it's just that the solution you gave isn't good enough."
He Songfeng couldn't believe what Dou Mingxu said. His eyes widened and he stared at Dou Mingxu intently, trying to find some clues from Dou Mingxu's face.
For example, He Songfeng did not do a bad job, but Dou Mingxu was taking the opportunity to make things difficult for him.
Everyone says he is very smart, learns things quickly, and does things flawlessly.
He Songfeng was unwilling to give in, so amidst Dou Mingxu's harsh criticism, he threw back all the words he had been holding back, and said firmly:
"There's nothing wrong with my plan. I've nailed the theme's emotions, and I've taken into account both the sense of immersion and the story."
He Songfeng was 100% confident in his homework, "No - any - problem!"
Dou Mingxu waved at He Songfeng, with his four fingers pointed inward.
He Songfeng leaned over, and Dou Mingxu put his arm around He Songfeng's waist and moved closer.
He Songfeng lowered his head warily, but Dou Mingxu's attention was not on him. Instead, he adjusted the direction of the MacPro screen so that both of them could see the content on the screen.
Dou Mingxu pointed his finger at the screen and said, "You chose Oriental porcelain art. There's nothing wrong with that. Your proposal is excellent, taking all aspects into consideration, including your Asian identity. You also scored full marks for immersion and narrative."
After saying this, Dou Mingxu raised his head to look at the thin man standing in his arms: "But do you think your theme can surpass the opportunity I'm giving you?"
He Songfeng didn't answer, his chest still puffed with anger.
But he didn't talk back. He realized that Dou Mingxu really wanted to teach him, so even though he was not convinced, he still listened carefully and asked for advice humbly.
"One, two, three, four... There are four larger exhibition halls surrounding the one I gave you. You are the center. I've reviewed the themes they've prepared. You're just as good as them."
At this time, Dou Mingxu turned over the computer screen on his desk. The screen showed the arrangement of the entire exhibition. He Songfeng was in the middle, and there were four other large exhibition halls in the four corners. Several small exhibitions were connected between these large exhibition halls, both indoors and outdoors, making full use of all the space in the entire convention and exhibition center.
Dou Mingxu continued:
"When abilities are equal, it's a competition of fame. The people in charge of the four large exhibition halls are already well-known stars in the entire circle, while you are just an ordinary college student."
He Songfeng's eyebrows drooped slightly, and his inflated chest deflated.
But Dou Mingxu didn't let He Songfeng go. He continued:
"So do you still think your subject is exciting enough for everyone to remember your name? Enough for all the cameras to be pointed at you, for the whole world to see you?"
A series of questions made He Songfeng so nervous that he even had to breathe cautiously.
Dou Mingxu took off his glasses and placed them beside his computer. He rubbed his brow, closed his eyes, and said earnestly, "The biggest problem with this proposal is that it's not exciting enough, not innovative enough. You need to put aside your existing knowledge system and think carefully about how to stand out from the crowd of star curators."
“…………”
He Songfeng didn't say anything. When Dou Mingxu was talking, he realized that he had been standing for too long, so he simply sat on Dou Mingxu's lap.
Dou Mingxu was happy to be treated like this by He Songfeng. He changed from one hand around his waist to two hands around his waist, holding He Songfeng in his arms.
Dou Mingxu kissed He Songfeng's neck, changing his aggressive and instructive attitude from half a minute ago to a considerate and caring one:
"Did I say something too harsh just now? You're excellent, I just hope you can do better."
He Songfeng's eyes flickered between the two screens, lost in thought. His thick, raven-feather eyelashes drooped slightly, and the hair tucked behind his ears fell forward. His fringe, so focused on his work lately, dangled directly over the tip of his straight nose.
"Yeah." He Songfeng answered with a nasal voice.
"You're not wrong, it's just that our philosophies are different. If you don't want to be trapped by me forever, you shouldn't be thinking about organizing a successful exhibition, but about how to maximize your own IP, the personal IP of the curator called 'ANGEL'."
Dou Mingxu gathered He Songfeng's hanging hands into his arms and squeezed them, loosening and softening each tense finger bone, rubbing them back and forth like squeezing a balloon.
He Songfeng lowered his eyes and looked at his hands that had become soft from being rubbed.
“…Yeah, I understand.”
If Dou Mingxu were to ignore his eccentric personality and sexual quirks and simply exist as a company leader, he would be a perfect man. He has extensive experience, high skills, and can truly solve problems with a sharp eye. His desire for control can help his subordinates avoid unnecessary trouble.
If it’s okay, it’s okay. If it’s not okay, it’s not okay. It’s straightforward.
He Songfeng did not show up at the meeting the next day. All five major venues had completed their reports, but he was absent.
The fact that an unknown beautiful woman suddenly appeared and got the most important exhibition hall was a very gossipy thing.
As soon as this incident happened, the entire company was talking about it, and everyone was chatting happily about "Angel"'s batch sending and exchange of intranet emails.
Angel lies prone, twists her waist, and seduces with her hips.jpg
[Repost: I lick, I lick, I lick]
[Repost: I told you this b#tch is not simple! The photos leaked so quickly, haha!]
[Repost: so hottttttttt! (Heart eyes) (Heart eyes)]
[Repost: I plug, I plug, I plug, I plug! ]
In fact, the picture in the attachment is just a big poster that says - You've been fooled!
This vulgar spoof email still spread throughout the company at a terrifying speed.
Although there was no pornographic content, the title attached to the picture became the best key to unlock the blasphemy against He Songfeng.
So much so that when He Songfeng returned to his desk after lunch, everyone would look up at him.
He Songfeng was very familiar with this look, it was exactly the same look he had when the sex video between him and his ex-boyfriend was released.
Those pairs of eyes almost wanted to strip He Songfeng's clothes off to see if he was the bus boy who was ridden by thousands of people in the rumor.
Suddenly, a European man deliberately bumped into him from behind a chair. After attracting his attention, he asked directly in front of everyone:
"How many people did you sleep with to get this project? Or was it just Mr. Lambert? And how many times did he fuck you in exchange for this project?"
He Songfeng did not answer. He sat in the office chair and looked at the tall and strong European man in front of him with a low and vigilant look.
In front of everyone, the man pointed at He Songfeng and called him a whore, and shouted confidently: "This is so unfair to others!!!"
He Songfeng did not refute or react. He just continued to do his own thing.
But the malicious thorns that came from behind were like needles, almost drilling through his bones.
Fortunately, this wasn't his first experience, so He Songfeng was able to handle it calmly. He kept telling himself:
"This opportunity was born from an unclean source, so I must do everything to perfection to justify my pain."
Just before getting off work, some unscrupulous person used an anonymous email address to send this email, which had been reposted countless times, to He Songfeng's computer.
I found some pornographic photos of Angel in China. Please see the attached jpg.
China, pornographic photos.
The two words combined instantly brought back He Songfeng's nightmare.
In the afternoon, the insults from those people also emerged, as if all the malice had found its true source.
Did they know about my past...? Did they realize that I was really a priceless bitch...?
He Songfeng's body was like a lemon squeezed in a juicer. An invisible force was squeezing in from both ends, breaking the lemon body into pieces and rupturing his liver and gallbladder. His blood was the thick and smelly sour water, dripping down the juicer, making everything it touched black with sourness.
He Songfeng bit off a piece of flesh from his tongue with trembling hands before he finally opened the photo.
“…………”
“……?”
He Songfeng's tense body collapsed like a mountain, his upper body pressed heavily on the table, his chest heaving violently, and he greedily sucked every bit of oxygen in the air.
The title was chosen to attract attention. In the photo, He Songfeng was wearing a school uniform and shyly had his student photo taken.
This photo was taken by He Songfeng's female classmates and used to vote for the school's most handsome boy.
In the photo, He Songfeng's hair only reaches his collarbone, his face is full of youthfulness, he doesn't dare to look at the camera, and his whole body reveals a sense of restraint and timidity.
She is still very beautiful, a very standard kind of beauty that can be remembered from adolescence to death.
Even He Songfeng was attracted by his past self and couldn't take his eyes off him.
Under the gaze of his eighteen-year-old self, He Songfeng gradually regained his breathing.
He didn't dare to look any longer and quickly packed up his things to leave this place of trouble.
When I returned to the dormitory, Ivander's painting had been delivered and was hanging on the wall. I could see it as soon as I turned on the light.
He Songfeng sat on the edge of the bed, his left hand hanging down and clutching the sheets, while his right hand uncontrollably opened the email. With trembling breath, he opened the photo again.
He was like a moth attracted to the flame, desperately rushing towards it, not caring what his final outcome would be.
Although his memory was once again escorted to that dark and lightless time, his breathing was rapid and his body was shaking, but this time, there were some other emotions.
He thought that he could actually escape from that horrible time, from being an orphan in a small mountain village without parents to being ridden like a bus by everyone. But he gritted his teeth and went abroad to study despite all these unbearable things, and now, he got a core project before he even graduated.
There is an extra sense of emotion in the fear and dread.
So strong, so awesome.
He Songfeng turned and looked at himself in the painting.
He was blurred to himself, like the brushstrokes in a painting.
I reached out and touched my cheek, tracing every line on my face with my fingers, but I still couldn't figure out what I looked like.
Obviously, at the age of eighteen, I was beautiful enough to be a work of art. Why did I treat myself as a terrifying and taboo monster that could not be touched or even looked at directly?
He Songfeng's phone exited to the main interface, he pressed the camera and switched to the front camera.
He picked up his phone, pointed the camera at himself, and pressed the record button.
There was no flash, no terrifying snap.
But even so, He Songfeng still felt extremely disgusted and nauseous for pressing the camera button.
He didn't even dare to open his eyes. Even after quickly exiting the camera interface, he didn't have the courage to open the album to see what He Songfeng looked like in the album.
He Songfeng's throat felt tight and dry, even a little sour.
But He Songfeng still didn't give up. He pointed the camera at himself again and pressed the record button for the second time.
Finally, He Songfeng understood what the sour feeling in his throat was. It was stomach acid.
He Songfeng went from feeling nauseous to retching, and this was just the second photo.
Then came the third picture, the fourth picture - by the fifth picture, He Songfeng had collapsed on the ground in exhaustion, his stomach was churning and aching, warning him that if he didn't sit up, he would block his trachea and suffocate him to death.
He Songfeng got up and sat down tremblingly against the wall. He called Evander for help and begged him to come and take care of him.
After hanging up the phone, He Songfeng continued to take pictures of himself.
There was only stomach acid left in his stomach. Waves of stomach acid surged up from his throat, corroding his esophagus into a foul-smelling sewer, as if there were rats crawling and gnawing inside.
When the pain reaches its peak, then continuing to suffer is the best option.
The sixth one——
He Songfeng's face turned pale.
The seventh one——
He Songfeng was too dehydrated to pick up his phone and press the camera button.
When He Songfeng was about to go into shock, Ivander finally rushed in. When he saw the scene in the room, he was shocked and hurriedly looked around for sleeping pills or poison.
He thought He Songfeng was committing suicide.
"I... am... not... dead..." He Songfeng mumbled three words through his nose, and his fingers trembled weakly several times.
Evander rushed He Songfeng to the hospital, and only two days later did he return to the apartment with his weak body.
He Songfeng looked at his spotlessly clean room, then glanced at Evander who was carrying a bag beside him, "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."
Ivander put down his things, ready to be thrown away by He Songfeng after he was done using them.
He Songfeng chose to wrap his arms around his waist, burying his head in his chest, and pleading in a low voice: "Just stay here, don't leave, stay with me, okay?"
Evander couldn't refuse, "Okay."
He Songfeng started working during the day and taking selfies in the apartment at night.
After suffering from shock, dehydration, and convulsions for half a month, torturing himself into mental weakness, He Songfeng was finally able to look at the camera calmly.
I went from not being able to take any pictures at all to being able to take two or three pictures of myself in a row without vomiting.
He Songfeng has made great progress.
There is only one month left before the official opening of the art exhibition, and He Songfeng has very little time left.
Several of his superiors have urged Dou Mingxu to submit the proposal more than once, and although they were all suppressed by Dou Mingxu, rumors are still rampant throughout the company.
"Do you know how important the annual art exhibition is? Do you know how important a project Lambert has given you?"
"Know."
"Do you know why you haven't taken action yet? There's only one month left. How long are you going to delay taking action? Do you know that you are undermining the confidence of everyone in the company?"
"Your incompetence alone is putting the company's reputation and everyone's entire year's hard work at risk!"
He Songfeng had to hear such sharp words several times every day.
The same words that humiliated him were repeated around He Songfeng.
Dou Mingxu was busy with the shareholders' meeting recently and rarely appeared in the company, so he was not aware of this matter, and He Songfeng did not tell him either.
He Songfeng took out his cell phone and took another selfie. He was wearing a suit and picked up his work badge with a smile on his face and pressed the camera button.
His throat was trembling and he felt a faint acid reflux, but He Songfeng could bear it.
Once again, He Songfeng took a picture of himself working.
Then there are photos of eating, commuting, and even sleeping.
He Songfeng filmed himself in every detail.
Although everything seems calm, he is actually awakened by nightmares every night. He opens his empty eyes, staring at the endless darkness, sinking into nothingness.
If Evander hadn't been watching him worriedly, he would have rushed out the door immediately and found a high place to end his meaningless suffering.
"Take a picture." He Songfeng said suddenly.
Evander frantically took out his phone and carefully captured the moment when He Songfeng was most confused.
When the flash light suddenly came on, He Songfeng covered his mouth and nose, hurriedly got out of bed, rushed to the bathroom and vomited violently.
"Evander! Use your phone to film me!"
He Songfeng shouted again.
Evander clutched the phone tightly in both hands and advised anxiously, "Don't torture yourself like this..."
"want."
He Songfeng said a name: "Ophelia."
Evander replied, "The most beautiful drowning in the history of art."
“Then my pain can also be the most beautiful pain in the history of art.”
When He Songfeng said this, his head drooped weakly, looking weak and pale as if he was dying, as if he had really become the drowning Ophelia he was talking about.
He Songfeng tinkered with it silently for a month. During this period, even Dou Mingxu began to issue him an ultimatum, warning him that if he didn't come up with a solution, someone else would be replaced.
It was not until the last night before the opening that He Songfeng began to decorate the venue. Although He Songfeng was the only person in charge and no one else was willing to join his team, with the cooperation of a group of porters such as Ivander, he quickly arranged the venue.
No one knew what He Songfeng's theme was, and no one knew what he was going to do, not even Evander.
Even He Songfeng's mailbox was filled with vicious accusations from his superiors, saying that he was selfish, irresponsible, evasive, etc.
There is even sexual harassment.
He Songfeng printed out all these things and posted them together.
In short, the exhibition opened so hastily at the opening ceremony.
The central exhibition hall is well connected and is more like a pavilion than a hall. He Songfeng has made full use of the pavilion.
Along the empty center line, his paintings are displayed in luxurious solid gold frames, and his sculptures are placed on diamond-encrusted stands.
The paintings were painted by He Songfeng, the sculptures were carved by He Songfeng, and He Songfeng did not spare any space from the ceiling to the walls and even the floor. He covered it with everything about him, his photos, his writings, and the verbal abuse and attacks against him.
The display area only occupies a small part of the exhibition hall, but it easily creates a crowded situation. Tourists coming and going are curious about what can attract so many people, including reporters, who squeeze in with cameras.
A huge line of words caught everyone's attention.
He Songfeng announced to everyone that the theme of this area is NARCISSIS.M
Narcissism is a form of narcissism that has reached the point of being a disease.
He Songfeng's paintings are so ugly that they are unbearable to look at, but the frame of the painting is made of pure gold.
He Songfeng's sculptures are also beautiful and almost human-like, but the edges of the display case are inlaid with a circle of diamonds.
But He Songfeng's face is extremely attractive. He just stands there, interpreting the theme.
People who are attracted to it not only don’t think it’s sick, but even think it’s a very interesting performance art.
It seems normal for someone as handsome as him to be so narcissistic.
Even though everything he does is ugly, he still goes his own way, ignoring everyone's abuse and accusations, and displays his self-admiration.
The artist stood in the center of the crowd, happily accepting everyone's gaze.
The artist's face elevates this superficial theme to its apex, taking superficiality to the extreme and humor to a new level.
She has beauty, gimmicks, and attention.
Circle - the most important thing is attention, this applies to any circle.
In fact, Dou Mingxu had already made it very clear that day. This was a self-introduction that had nothing to do with ability and was so frivolous that it only required a label for himself.
In this circle, art can only come if there is attention.
So, after today, everyone will remember his name - He Songfeng, Angel.
A beautiful woman who is narcissistic to the point of being terminally ill.
The camera began to focus on He Songfeng.
The flash and the shutter sound are all the monsters that He Songfeng fears the most.
But this time, He Songfeng didn't feel scared.
Amid the cheers and admiration of the crowd, he watched the shots coming from below.
He began to get used to and accept the act of taking pictures.
The flash no longer represents the helpless humiliation of that day, and the shutter sound is no longer the hell of having no one to turn to for help.
That was the standard enjoyment he received as a "big star", which meant that everyone was fascinated by his beauty and abilities.
He Songfeng looked directly at the camera and laughed.
Raising his champagne glass and celebrating with everyone else, he confidently shouted:
"I can proudly display everything about myself, and everyone will love me, without exception!"
Passersby in the audience joined in, laughing and shouting, "Without exception! We will all love you!"
The exhibition was held for three days. During these three days, the [Narcissism] area had the highest traffic and attention. It even set off a "narcissism" craze on the Internet. Everyone began to share their own insecurities and embarrassments, lingering pasts, bad days, and regrets. When they mustered up the courage to speak out, it was the beginning of relief.
He Songfeng's theme of "Narcissism" has, to a certain extent, cured many people who are stuck in the quagmire of inferiority, and it is not as superficial as it seems.
Unsurprisingly, Narcissism was selected by the company as its annual exhibition, and visitors who were unable to attend were promised that the exhibition would be re-exhibited the following year.
He Songfeng became a hot star and a well-known figure in the art circle. He was even recognized and asked for his autograph when he walked on the street.
During this period, He Songfeng did not forget to submit an application for early graduation, and checked and confirmed one by one that his visa and passport were valid. At the same time, he checked the flight time, calculated the days, counted the people and things that might happen during this period, and wondered when he could return to China as soon as possible.
A celebration party a week later.
Dou Mingxu was in the crowd, staring at He Songfeng under the spotlight. The admiration in his eyes was like the flashes of light, shining directly on He Songfeng.
Fortunately, fortunately, he finally chose to believe He Songfeng, and got such a perfect answer.
Dou Mingxu also congratulated him, saying that He Songfeng now has his own value and he no longer has to climb into other people's beds like before.
The two of them held hands and turned the celebration party into a wedding dinner. Even the toasts were made by the two of them together, and He Songfeng had no space of his own.
At this time, He Songfeng's professor struggled through the crowd and finally came to He Songfeng.
Dou Mingxu immediately signaled everyone to be quiet and took the initiative to greet the professor.
After a series of pleasantries, the professor asked doubtfully:
"Angel, I received your email requesting early graduation. It's so sudden. Have you decided to return home?"
Dou Mingxu's gaze was like fire, burning He Songfeng's cheeks. The hand on He Songfeng's forearm was like a shackle, strangling him tightly, as if hinting at He Songfeng's fate after today.
"Return to China?" Dou Mingxu repeated the word with a sneer, his smile was fake and he looked like a ghost.
He once again used a creepy voice, demanding word by word:
"Angel, are you going back home?"
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The author has something to say: Bai Yueguang has returned to China, the surgery is on hold, I will go pick up [glasses]
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