It's noon now.
Gu Qingchi drew all the curtains. There were always curtains hanging over the bed in his bedroom, which made him feel safe. He lay on the bed and curled up. The whole room was very quiet. So quiet that he could only hear his own breathing.
Gu Qingchi went to bed very early last night and woke up very early. He lay there for a long time, with his eyes open, staring at the wrinkles on his clothes motionlessly, and not caring about the pain in his stomach that began to occur due to hunger.
The landline phone in the living room rang several times. Gu Qingchi heard it. He closed his eyes lazily and flapped his wings slowly like a butterfly resting on a dead branch.
He thought he should answer the phone immediately, but Gu Qingchi didn't move.
He curled up in the bed, feeling very safe, as if he was isolated from the whole world, sinking continuously in the dark seabed, feeling quiet and safe. The ringing of the phone broke this barrier, like a chain, dragging Gu Qingchi up and into the reality. This made him feel uneasy. This was not right. He heard the ringing and should answer the phone.
The phone rang many times and finally stopped. Gu Qingchi's uneasiness immediately dissipated. It was still quiet and safe here.
However, after a few seconds, the phone started ringing again. The bedroom door was half open, which made the ringing sound clearer. Little Lihua came to Gu Qingchi's bedroom door from somewhere and called sweetly against the door, which intertwined with the ringing of the phone and seemed a little noisy.
Gu Qingchi seemed to have just found the strength. He got out of bed and walked barefoot through the living room. The living room was covered with tiled floors. There was no carpet like Xie Luyu had laid out for him, so the floor was a little cold. The little tabby cat followed closely behind him, and it felt warm as it rubbed against his calves like a small stove.
I don't know how many times the phone has been automatically hung up.
He picked up the receiver, but before he could say anything, the person on the other end started talking hurriedly.
"What happened?"
Even though the voice became a little distorted after the transmission of electrical signals, Gu Qingchi could still recognize it at once.
He was a little stunned, and spoke after a while.
"No."
No, Mom, I'm fine, I just don't know why I feel a little sad.
The person on the other side still seemed to be worried and started to babble anxiously.
"Why does your voice sound a little hoarse? Do you have a cold? Don't forget to drink some Isatis root..."
Gu Qingchi agreed to all of them, sounding too obedient.
After talking for a long time, the other party finally remembered what he wanted to do.
"I'm here to ask what your name is so I can fill it in your address book."
Gu Qingchi didn't speak for a long time. He only spoke again when the other party asked him worriedly.
"Gu Qingchi, my name is Gu Qingchi."
The other side was pleasantly surprised.
"Oh, what a coincidence, my son has the same last name as me."
After talking on the phone for more than ten minutes, the person on the other end reluctantly said goodbye.
"Then I'm going to hang up."
"Um."
Gu Qingchi responded obediently and held the receiver to his ear, waiting for the other party to hang up. After a long while without any beeping sound, he finally reacted and put the receiver back and hung up.
After he hung up, he lowered his head, stared at the phone, and stood there in a daze for a long time.
The name Gu Qingchi was given by my mother.
Mrs. Gu called and was in a good mood at noon, so she volunteered to cook.
Both the father and the son had no objection. Mrs. Gu insisted that she did not want Wang Ma's help, so Wang Ma went to comb Xiao Wang's hair. Xiao Wang was Mrs. Gu's poodle. She was pregnant, and the doctor said she would give birth in the next few days. She was a little sleepy and lay in the doghouse all day.
As Aunt Wang was talking to Xiao Wang, she looked up at Mrs. Gu, only to discover that the two grown men of the Gu family had automatically gathered in the kitchen and blocked the door, encircling Mrs. Gu like two German Shepherds.
She had worked in the Gu family for a long time and treated Mrs. Gu like her own daughter. She pinched Xiao Wang's paw and smiled.
"Look at your father, mother and brother. They are cooking. How nice it is to be a family."
Finally, three dishes were served on the table at noon, all made with eggplant.
Both Father Gu and Gu Xie said it was delicious. Mrs. Gu also tried it herself and found it a little too salty, so she frowned and swallowed it.
Father Gu was eating as usual. Nothing could be seen. He just moved the dish in front of Mrs. Gu away and said lightly.
"I think it's okay, but you have a light taste, so I'm afraid you won't be used to it. I'll make you some porridge later.
Gu's father knows how to cook, and he's quite good at it. When he goes out for social events and sees something delicious, he often asks famous chefs for advice.
Mrs. Gu rarely cooks. She has parents at home and a canteen outside, so she doesn't need to know how to cook.
Even when she was with Gu's father but was opposed by his family and the two of them rented a house outside, Mrs. Gu never did anything and it was always Gu's father who did it.
Mrs. Gu was young at that time, but she had already studied piano for more than ten years under a famous teacher and had a bright future. Although she and Gu's father were in love with each other, she had always been afraid of marriage.
Although she is young, she can see clearly that women are in a weak position in marriage. They invest much more in marriage than men. They are expected to take on housework and raise children, and they also need to bear the risks of childbirth and the impact of pregnancy on work. These invisible sacrifices and efforts are often not recognized.
Mrs. Gu's family is not wealthy, and she has seen many such things.
She has seen classmates lose their jobs because of pregnancy, and be tied down by trivial housework and children all day long, becoming more and more without self-identity. Everything revolves around the family, and they are also accused of spending too much every month.
She was afraid of such a future. She was afraid that her talent would be wasted in endless housework. If it weren't for Father Gu, she probably wouldn't even consider falling in love. But even when she was most affectionate with Father Gu, she never thought about getting married.
It was Gu's father who tolerated all of these. When Mrs. Gu had concerns about him, he took action to dispel those concerns. He learned to cook, do housework, and support Mrs. Gu in her studies.
The two had been together for a long time before Mrs. Gu agreed to get the marriage certificate.
When Father Gu came out of the kitchen, he not only brought out a bowl of porridge, but also a plate of roasted eggplant.
Only then did Mrs. Gu become happy.
"I won't, and you will be the same."
After Gu Qingchi hung up the phone, he did not go back to lie down. He remembered what Mrs. Gu said, drank some Isatis root and ate a good meal.
He used to read for a while and play the piano for a few hours every day, but he hadn't played the piano for two or three years. The feel he had acquired through long-term practice was long gone, and he had regressed a lot.
Ever since he told Ye Li that he was going to study at a music conservatory, he would practice for an entire afternoon every day. But today, he sat in front of the piano bench and didn't start for a long time. He occasionally pressed a few keys randomly and seemed very absent-minded.
The screen of the mobile phone placed on the sofa next to him lit up, and Gu Qingchi turned his head to take a look.
It was a WeChat message - I saw your movie, it was really good!
When Gu Qingchi was practicing the piano, he usually ignored these messages, even if they were sent by Ye Li, but this time he picked it up and clicked on it.
Message from contact: "Piano"
Gu Qingchi was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that it was Mrs. Gu's WeChat name. It was her first time registering WeChat, and she was in a hurry and subconsciously came up with this name.
Gu Qingchi habitually wanted to change the note. After typing the word "Mom", he hesitated to press the confirm button, and finally deleted it word by word.
When I returned to the chat interface, I saw that Mrs. Gu had sent me several messages.
[I noticed you have another movie, and it’s from abroad. I’ll go watch it later.]
[I also saw your photo, and many people drew your picture! ]
What followed was a series of pictures, all of which were drawn by Gu Qingchi or by the master for Gu Qingchi.
When Gu Qingchi was a model, the photos he took inspired many ladies. There are even more of these photos on the Internet than Gu Qingchi’s finished photos.
The last picture is a fan art of Gu Qingchi drawn by a lady. The inspiration obviously comes from the special photo of Little Lihua and Gu Qingchi. But in the last picture, Gu Qingchi is a Q-version figurine, with the same big cat ears and tail as Little Lihua. He is sitting in a tattered cardboard box, stretching and yawning, looking innocent. Next to him is a line of childish words and a crying face - because the owner bought a purebred cat, I was thrown away.
Gu Qingchi clutched his phone, staring at the last picture, his ears slowly turning red.
After he calmed down, Mrs. Gu sent him another picture - it was a young Gu Qingchi. This picture was not a Q version, and one could tell it was Gu Qingchi at a glance. It was very exquisite, with intricate details, and was at least 90% similar to the young Gu Qingchi. The Gu Qingchi in the picture was an angel, but unlike the usual angels, he had black hair instead of blonde hair. In the picture, he looked angry, half-crouching on the ground, with huge white wings spread out behind him, one hand across his lower abdomen, and the other holding a broken gun, with blood at the corner of his mouth, looking up, as if he was fighting something in the air.
[This is nice, but there are a lot of small transparent words on it, which is very uncomfortable to look at. I will try to find a way to remove them. ]
This artist added a bunch of watermarks to prevent her pictures from being stolen.
Gu Qingchi forgot to be shy and typed a lot of words to explain to Mrs. Gu what a watermark was. Not long after he sent it, Mrs. Gu sent him a message happily.
"I see."
A few minutes later, Gu Qingchi received a picture. It was the same picture, but without the watermark.
【I bought this picture. 】
Mrs. Gu put down her phone and picked up another one on the table, which showed a private message interface on Weibo. Not only did she buy the picture, she also learned how to commission it.
On the other side, Gu Qingchi followed the watermark to Weibo and found that the blogger had just posted a Weibo.
[Wow, I never thought that I would be able to experience the joy of being kept by a rich woman in my lifetime! ]
Two coded screenshots are posted below. The coding is very direct, with the words "coded rich woman" written on them. The other party first sent a picture and asked the price directly. The blogger replied quickly and officially, and it seemed that he was asked more than once.
Blogger: Three thousand, do you want to buy it?
Blurred rich woman: It’s so cheap, of course I’ll buy it.
Blogger: No, I just said that casually, you can bargain.
Blurred rich woman: I want this one. Draw a few more for me, all of Gu Qingchi. Draw ten more. The price is up to you. The money for this one has already been transferred. The extra money will be considered a tip.
At the end was a transfer picture with the numbers coded and only one line of text written on it - I won’t tell you how much it is, anyway, the tip is more expensive than the painting.
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