On my third wedding anniversary, I received two "gifts."
One is a pregnancy test report.
The other was a divorce agreement sent by Lu Jinshen. The conditions stated that the old house left by his grandmother in the west of the city must be transferred to his Bai Yueguang Lin Weier to "take good care of her body."
I signed and blocked all his contact information.
He didn't know that the "shabby house" he abandoned like a pair of worn-out shoes was the former residence of a traditional Chinese painting master that had been designated as a cultural relic protection unit.
He didn't even know that the national treasure collector he was desperately trying to curry favor with and paved the way for Lin Weier stared at my work for a long time at the intangible cultural heritage exhibition and only asked: "Is there a shallow scar on the designer's wrist?"
Later, my "Jinghong" series was selected as a national gift and presented to foreign guests.
At the celebration banquet, Lu Jin blocked me in a corner with deep red eyes: "Qing Ge, I was wrong."
I shook the letter of appointment in my hand, which symbolized the highest honor in the industry, and turned around with a smile.
Not far away, the legendary collector was looking quietly at me, and my new top spokesperson had opened the door to the world stage for me.
