That night, after we came back, Aunt Mei had not come back yet.

During dinner, I treated me and called Aunt Mei, who wanted to wait for her to go with me.

Aunt Kemei told me that she didn’t have to wait for her anymore. Her side was not over yet, so I had to give up.

"Eat, let's eat, let's not wait for her." I said.

"What's the situation?" Zhang San said, "She won't eat?"

"She said it's not over yet," I said.

"This point is not over yet?" Ma Ning said, "Why don't I believe it? I said Qin Zheng, are they going on a date?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lu Dayou rebuked, "Why do you love random thoughts so much? You can't just love art. You are young and have a day, so why are you so dirty?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Dayou stood up and talked for me, so I quickly echoed, "That's it."

Lu Dayou turned around and said to me, "Qin Zheng, don't listen to him, it's definitely okay, but why do I feel that something is wrong with your hair?"

I was stunned and touched my hair, "What's wrong?"

Lu Dayou stumbled for a moment and said, "Don't you think it looks a little green."

"roll!"

The others burst into laughter.

While I was joking with them, I also secretly thought, Aunt Mei... Did she really go to the art exhibition? She suddenly came to Jiangzhou, with a lot of worries, really just to watch the art exhibition?

After we finished our meal, it was already very late to return to the hotel, and Aunt Mei came back.

She looked a little tired and tired, and when she came back, she sat on the bed with her eyes empty and unconscious.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

She sighed and said, "It's okay, I'm a little tired."

"Is the art exhibition interesting?" I asked.

"fine."

Her answer was ambiguous, no different from perfunctory.

"Will you go tomorrow?" I asked.

"Go, I'll go these days." Aunt Mei said.

That night, she didn't take a shower and went to bed randomly.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and found that Aunt Mei was not asleep yet. She turned her back to me, sighed softly, and sobbed silently.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked in surprise.

"I'm fine." Aunt Mei said behind her back, "Go to bed quickly."

...

The next day I woke up, Aunt Mei had finished washing up and was sitting there waiting for me in bright clothes.

I found that the low and melancholy feeling she had on her face was gone, but instead she was very energetic. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised, so she didn't ask any more questions.

After breakfast, we set out to the exhibition together.

It was a modern art exhibition with a large scale and a large exhibition venue, with a total of four floors, which is indeed enough to watch for a day.

Zhang San and I are both art students. Although we didn’t do this job in the end, we finally understand a little, and at least we have the qualifications to make a good deal of things.

But I found that Aunt Mei seemed to see it very quickly, almost always glanced at it in a hurry, and did not stop for a long time in front of a painting. She quickly left Zhang San and the others behind. Appreciating paintings is not so much. I couldn't help but wonder if Aunt Mei understood it?

"Did you see all these paintings yesterday?" I asked.

"No," said Aunt Mei, "except for those famous artists, everyone else is changing every day."

"Then you're looking at it too fast, right?" I said.

She didn't answer me, and went straight to the next painting, so I followed.

After a while, I probably discovered why Aunt Mei looked at the painting so quickly, because she almost only looked at the signature, and left after reading the signature, and her eyes rarely stayed on the painting itself.

Is she planning to buy which painter's paintings to collect?

I followed her around the audience with suspicion. It was not just watching an art exhibition, it was simply shopping in the mall.

Finally, Aunt Mei stopped in front of a painting. This time she unexpectedly stood in front of the painting for a long time, and her expression changed from being hurriedly silent. She looked at the painting for a long time and was ecstatic.

I walked over and looked at the painting carefully. It was a sketch, and the painting was a lying on my back.

I was extremely surprised. This...isn't this Aunt Mei?

I've seen this painting! That's right, it was painted by her boyfriend who studied art ten years ago on that awkward afternoon! I'm extremely sure!

When I looked at Aunt Mei again, I found that her expression became extremely excited, and her tears had blurred her eyes!

I was about to ask her, but she turned around and hurriedly ran out. I didn't understand what she was going to do, so I hurriedly followed her out.

Aunt Mei came to the front desk information office and asked the staff, "Hello, I want to consult a painting."

The staff member thought Aunt Mei was going to buy a painting, and he was happy on his face and asked, "Hello, Miss, which one?"

"No. 432." Aunt Mei said.

"Okay, I'll check the price for you." The staff member checked on the computer for a while before saying, "Is it the "National Beauty"?"

"Yes." Aunt Mei nodded.

"Oh, sorry, we won't sell this painting." The staff member said, "This is a painting by a shareholder of our company. It is only for exhibition and not for sale."

"You shareholder?" Aunt Mei was very surprised.

"Yes," said the staff member, "he said he would not sell his own paintings."

"What is his name?" Aunt Mei asked.

The staff looked at her and smiled, "This...is not convenient to disclose it? Is it? What are you asking about this?"

Aunt Mei restrained her emotions and said, "I am one of his...friends, I just want to know if it's him, is it okay?"

The staff member thought for a while and said, "Okay, Mr. Lin's name is Lin Mubai. Is it your friend?"

It's her boyfriend!

Aunt Mei tried to hold her tears and said, "Is he...come? Where is he now?"

The staff member glanced at Aunt Mei in confusion and asked, "Are you really his friend?"

"yes."

"He...he has settled in the United States for a long time and has not returned to China for the past eight years." said the staff.

Aunt Mei was obviously very disappointed, paused for a moment, and asked, "Then is he... married?"

"I'm married, my son is seven years old, right?" said the staff member.

I noticed that when Aunt Mei heard this, her eyes became empty, as if she had heard bad news, and she almost didn't stop and staggered for a moment.

I hurriedly supported her.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Her tears rolled down her cheeks like tap water, and then she turned and ran away.

Seeing that she was emotional, I hurriedly chased her.

She turned around and shouted, "Don't follow me!"

In an instant, everyone in the exhibition hall looked at us. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and didn't move anymore. I watched her run out...

Zhang San and the others later asked me where Aunt Mei went. I casually told her that she had something to do for a while, but they didn't ask too much.

I probably understood why Aunt Mei came here, and I probably understood why she collapsed like that.

After dinner in the evening, I went back to my room to watch TV. It was late at night and never saw Aunt Mei come back.

I was a little worried about her. After all, it is really unsafe for a woman as beautiful as her to be in a foreign land so late.

But when I called her, I always turned off the phone, so I could only worry in the hotel.

At about two o'clock in the morning, Aunt Mei finally came back.

As soon as she entered the door, I immediately smelled a strong and pungent smell of alcohol, and she was drunk.

As soon as I came in, I collapsed in my arms and almost fell down. I hurriedly hugged her.

"Why do you drink so much?" I asked.

"Happy." She said with a drunken smile, "Why are you not sleeping?"

"Aren't I worried about you?" I said, "How can I sleep if you don't come back at all? You won't answer the phone."

Aunt Mei glanced at me and seemed a little moved, "Thank you, thank you for caring about me."

"You're okay if you drink so much wine?" I asked.

"It's okay." She smirked foolishly, "These glasses of wine are nothing. I love drinking, one toast the sun and one toast the moonlight. I'm pretty good, very good, I'm relieved, I'm very relaxed, I'm going to be reborn. I lived for him for the first half of my life, and now... I can finally live for myself! I'm very happy, aren't you happy for me?"
To be continued...