At that time, looking at Xiaobai in the snow, Meng Junyao had a strong impulse to embrace her and kiss her to the end.

I still held back when I was about to endure my internal injuries because there was a gap between them.

Not only that, her beauty and purity also make herself, who is often scattered in the places of voice and sex, and she is ashamed of herself and dare not defile her.

Maybe God made such arrangements just to create a heartbreaking miss.

Meng Junyao forced himself to hold up and wanted to get a glass of water on the table, but accidentally, the cup fell to the ground and broke, and the water spilled all over the floor.

He was trembling with a high fever, and for the first time he felt a strong sense of loneliness and helplessness, and for the first time he had thought seriously that maybe he really should find a wife.

Just as the neighbor Lao Li came to deliver things again, and after helping to clean up the scene, he also advised: "Teacher Meng, should you consider getting married?"

Meng Junyao smiled bitterly: "I look so abstract. I'm sorry to the people and the party. Who would be willing to marry me?"

"Hey, what's this? I've been willing to marry you too much. Teacher Meng, you are so talented, and you are a master-level figure who will soon enter the National Art Gallery. Besides, what's the use of a man who looks so beautiful? It's so boring to be a novice. A man's temperament is the most important. I think Teacher Meng, you are particularly elegant."

Meng Junyao smiled again.

When others wanted to politely praise his appearance since childhood, they looked like they had no words, so they had to say that he had a good temperament and he knew very well.

"Teacher Meng, you are busy with creation every day, and you always have someone to take care of your life, right? You must trust me and introduce you to a good girl who knows the truth in two days."

This is not the first time that Lao Li has mentioned this matter, but today, Meng Junyao did not explicitly refuse. It is probably because he has been lonely for too long.

He was unruly all his life and often went to places of music and sex for fun, but that was not a long-term solution after all, and it could alleviate a moment of boredom. He was still very lonely inside.

A few days later, the "Little Girl Selling Flowers" stood out among 5,000 entries, and the election was successfully passed!

Currently, only 100 are shortlisted, and only 30 will be selected for exhibition in the National Gallery.

Meng Junyao felt very pleased, feeling that there was still fairness in the world, and the wind and cold that had been delayed for a long time would improve. Xiaobai was right, gold would shine sooner or later.

He opened another bottle of wine to celebrate and silently paid attention to the progress of the event.

Old Li ran excitedly and said, "Teacher Meng, congratulations on the arrival of double happiness!"

"Besides the art exhibition, what other happy events do I have?"

"There is another real happy event! The introduction to you is done. It is my distant relative. He is quite handsome and a little older, but he is still 2 years younger than you. Although he is divorced, he has no children and is very simple. I just don't know if you dislike him?"

Meng Junyao smiled and said, "I am not qualified to be picky. It would be great if I don't dislike my hardware and software conditions."

Lao Li said: "Yes, yes, just find someone who can live with you these days. You are young and beautiful, and you are not reliable. Besides, if you turn off the lights, it's the same? Then I'll arrange a meeting for you."

The next day, the two made an appointment to meet at a small restaurant.

Meng Junyao mechanically dressed and shoes before going out, his mind was blank. He was not excited or nervous about going on a blind date, nor did he deliberately make any appearance modifications. He didn't care if the button fell off his shirt, let alone prepare flowers or small gifts.

In his life, he only thought of giving gifts to Xiaobai, and he did not have such a stubbornness to others, especially to his boss who should give gifts.

Of course, he did not expect any success during this blind date. Let's leave it to fate.

In the small restaurant with slightly orange lights, the woman was late, with a slightly fat body, wearing a not-so-fitting gown, her hair was densely covered with many rolls, like instant noodles that had not been completely opened - an ordinary middle-aged woman.

Meng Junyao, who lives with art, naturally had no feelings when he saw her.

Before, Lao Li had already shown the woman Meng's photos, without any PS, so the woman was mentally prepared for Meng's appearance and looked calm.

The principle of not being able to judge people by their appearance is one of the deepest truths that Meng Junyao has experienced in this life. Do not do to others if he does not want others to do to him, so he politely chatted with the other party, trying to dig out the shining soul under her ordinary appearance.

He talked about art, music, poetry and the distance, but to his disappointment, the other party seemed to be interested in the price of the market's vegetables, who was married again, and which couple had a fight in such trivial matters.

Meng Junyao was silent, and he was silent for a long time.

Finally, I said goodbye politely, but there was no need to say goodbye anymore.

The feedback from the woman to the introducer Lao Li was as follows: "Actually, he is not that ugly, he is just as ugly. In this society, if he is rich enough, it is nothing to be ugly; but if he is both ugly and poor, then the problem will be more serious!"

The implication is that this nerd who is ugly and poor, Wen Zou Zou is only good at art, but I don’t like it! Art cannot be used as a food!

The kind-hearted Lao Li was embarrassed and stuttered for a long time.

Meng Junyao understood and smiled: "Old Li, you don't have to be so tactful. I knew that they didn't like me for a long time."

"Teacher Meng, I'm really embarrassed. I'll introduce you to something else."

"No need, I'm probably destined to live alone."

"Teacher Meng..."

The kind-hearted Lao Li looked sad in his eyes.

"I mean, I'm still free alone, haha," Meng Junyao patted his shoulder hard, "Thank you, Lao Li, I understand your feelings."

That night, Meng Junyao finally completed Xiaobai's portrait, not the one participating in the competition.

He lit a cigarette and sat there staring motionlessly for more than an hour, feeling like Xiaobai was with him.

This is a way of staying together that he is more acceptable - not to harm her, but to treasure her in the softest part of his heart.

A few days later, Old Li came to him again, but this time he was not knocking on the door but smashing the door, so strong that he could hear that in the entire corridor.

Meng Junyao thought he was going to mention the partner again, and was about to refuse, but Lao Li was so angry that he gave him a newspaper of the day: "Teacher Meng, what's going on? Why are you not there in these 30 works that were shortlisted for the last time?"

Meng Junyao's face changed slightly, and he snatched it up and took a look - Sure enough, he lost his name and had no chance with the National Art Gallery!

He was stunned for a moment, and his expectations for a long time were gone.

The enthusiastic Lao Li was still speaking out for him. He picked up the newspaper and read the published selected works one by one, and also belittled them one by one: "Look at it, what are the drawings? How can you compare with your masterpieces with Teacher Meng? What is the level of the judges? It's too unfair and too unfair!"

Meng Junyao felt uncomfortable in his heart and couldn't relieve himself for a moment.

Old Li suddenly shouted again: "I'll go! What's going on? It's just a mess! Can a 4-year-old kid's paintings be entered into the National Art Gallery? What's the painting?"

Although he was kind to speak out for Meng Junyao, Lao Li's words invisibly deepened the damage he suffered.

The newspaper called the 4-year-old child Picasso little. His paintings were dyed with colorful pigments in circles, but he couldn't tell what he was painting, nor did he tell what he wanted to express.

In fact, the child's creative process was to step on the paint barefoot, then run around the huge blank drawing paper, then squat down and scratch it a few times with his hands. Someone praised him to the sky, saying that he was terrifying in his youth, extremely talented and unlimited potential.

It was only at this moment that Meng Junyao understood how deep the competition was, and he also remembered the dark stories Lao Tie said.

It is said that there is no registration fee, but in fact, those who are interested have already carried out capital operations in private, such as the 4-year-old parent who is very scheming and capable.

Nowadays, if you don’t move, you will not be able to beat a child who is still stinky!

Meng Junyao was in a bad mood and was depressed.

It was not cured at all, and the excessive smoking and alcohol use and irregular work and rest periods soon caused acute laryngitis and respiratory obstruction, which was really critical.

After struggling for a night, I finally got into danger and was hospitalized for rest.

Many students he taught had heard about it and went to visit them one after another, and there were one or two friends who were drinking and meat.

He has no relatives because he is also a fellow student who grew up in the welfare dean.

When the nurse went to the rounds, she saw the patient who had just been rescued was looking at his cell phone. She rushed up to stop him: "I don't have any chance! I dare to play with my cell phone, so hurry up and rest!"

Meng Junyao smiled and hid his cell phone in the quilt, but he didn't forget to talk nonsense: "I can ignore other people's words, but I must listen to the beautiful nurse's words."

The nurse who shouted at him laughed and her attitude was indeed much better.

He could easily deal with other people with such smooth words; but he was very rigorous when he said every word to Xiaobai, afraid of hurting her, and afraid of giving her too much unrealistic hope.

What Meng Junyao was so enthralled just now was the image he drew for Xiaobai on his mobile phone. While looking at it, he silently recited in his heart: I have not been born, I am old. I don’t hate you for being born late, I just regret that I am early. I hope that I can be born at the same time and be happy with you every day...

As soon as the nurse left, Meng Junyao immediately took out his cell phone from the bed and continued to look.

When I feel uncomfortable, I hope Xiaobai can be by my side, even if I don’t do anything, just look at her smile and listen to her voice.

She is simply the most effective sedative and reassuring pill in the world.

A bottle of medicine appeared in Meng Junyao's mind, and the label on it said "Xiaobai Brand Sedative".

He went to her circle of friends habitually.

Xiaobai rarely posts to Moments, but he has rarely posted a few recently. The photos he has accompanied are all cute teacup dog Tuantuan.

Although Xiaobai herself did not show her face, it is not difficult to see from the words she used, at least she was in a good mood when she posted this Moments.

The sick Meng Junyao silently gave a thumbs up.

"Even if you are thousands of miles away, you can watch you happy."
Chapter completed!