novelraw Chapter 0141 Good Fortune Arranged
Chapter 0141 Good Fortune Arranged
On a winter afternoon, the sunlight was sparse.
In the old town, the pace of life is as slow as an old song.
Wen Ning carried her painting bag and wandered through the narrow alleys.
In the past week, she felt like she was blessed with good luck.
Their luck was almost unbelievable.
……
Wen Ning pushed open the door of the small shop called "Old Zhang's Art Supplies".
This is an old shop that has been open for more than ten years, located downstairs from the art studio. The owner is a balding middle-aged man.
Uncle Zhang.
Wen Ning searched in front of the shelves for a long time, but was somewhat disappointed.
"Is that ultramarine mineral pigment still out of stock?"
She is currently painting a picture of the starry sky and needs a special natural mineral pigment.
This pigment is produced in very limited quantities and is exorbitantly expensive; it is usually only available to top galleries abroad.
She was just asking out of curiosity.
Old Zhang was doing his accounts behind the counter when he heard this and paused for a moment.
Then, as if he had suddenly remembered something, he slapped his thigh hard.
"Oh dear! Look at my memory!"
Old Zhang bent down and rummaged through a pile of miscellaneous items.
"Yes! Not only do we have them, but we have a whole box!"
He brought out an exquisite wooden box.
It has French printed on it, so it looks like a high-end collectible.
Wen Ning's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again.
"This... must be very expensive, right?"
She touched the wallet in her pocket.
Although I made some money selling paintings, a tube of this quality paint could cost several thousand yuan.
"Not expensive at all!"
Old Zhang waved his hand, sounding even a little anxious.
"This is something we stocked up on before, it's about to expire... no, the packaging is damaged, it can't be sold."
"If you want it, I'll give you a 90% discount! No, a 50% discount!"
"Take the two hundred bucks!"
Wen Ning: "...?"
She looked at the brand-new box, still sealed in plastic, despite the "damaged packaging."
Then I looked at Old Zhang, whose face seemed to say, "Please buy it quickly."
"Really only two hundred?"
"Really! I don't lie to acquaintances!" Old Zhang shoved the box into her arms. "Take it away, don't take up my space."
Wen Ning walked out of the store carrying the box.
A strange feeling welled up inside me.
Isn't this kind of good luck a bit too deliberate?
……
I hadn't walked far from the art supply store.
The sky suddenly changed color.
Winter rain always comes suddenly, mixed with fine snowflakes.
Wen Ning did not bring an umbrella.
She stood under the eaves, looking at the rain-soaked sky with worry.
It's two streets away from the art studio; if I run back, I'll definitely get soaked.
If I catch a cold, it will delay my painting.
Just as she was preparing to rush back in the rain.
A girl in a convenience store uniform came running up, panting.
He was holding a long-handled black umbrella.
"Miss!"
The girl stopped in front of her, a warm, professional smile on her face.
"Our store is having a promotion! You're the 100th lucky passerby today!"
"This is the prize!"
Done.
Without saying a word, he shoved the umbrella into Wen Ning's hand.
Then he turned and ran away, as if afraid she would refuse.
Wishing you a pleasant life!
Wen Ning held the umbrella.
This is a fully automatic windproof umbrella.
The umbrella handle is made of solid wood and feels heavy. There is no GG logo on the umbrella surface, only an understated sense of luxury.
The workmanship, the quality.
It doesn't look like a free gift that a convenience store could afford to give away.
It's more like...
Custom-made umbrellas are only found in some top-of-the-line business vehicles.
Wen Ning opened the umbrella.
The umbrella is large enough to shield you from all wind and rain.
There was still a little bit of lingering warmth on the umbrella handle.
She stood in the rain.
Watching the direction the girl ran in.
There was a black car parked on the street corner in that direction.
The car windows were tightly closed.
Wen Ning's heart skipped a beat.
……
Back in the studio.
Wen Ning placed the paint and umbrella on the table.
She is not a fool.
Once is a coincidence, twice is luck.
What about three or four times?
Recently.
The broken water pipes in the art studio were inexplicably fixed the next morning, and no labor fee was charged.
The rare, out-of-print picture book she wanted to buy suddenly appeared at the used bookstore downstairs, selling for only ten yuan.
Even a street lamp on this street that had been broken for half a year suddenly turned on last night.
Wen Ning sat in the chair.
Looking at that expensive box of paint.
I looked at the black umbrella again.
That familiar feeling surged up all at once.
This kind of care is subtle, unassuming, and cost-insensitive, yet carefully concealed.
Except for that person.
Who else could it be?
That madman who once locked her in a cage and wanted to feed her the whole world.
just now.
But he learned to use this clumsy method to hide in the shadows and pave the way for her.
"Jiang Ci..."
Wen Ning softly uttered the name.
There was no fear.
There was no more oppression.
There was only a bittersweet, yet slightly warm, sense of helplessness.
She stood up.
I walked to the window.
It was already dark.
It's still raining.
Wen Ning pushed open the window.
A cold wind blew in, ruffling her hair.
She looked across the street.
Under that old sycamore tree.
The black Maybach remained quietly parked in the shadows.
Like a silent guardian deity.
The lights were off inside the car.
Only a tiny bit of scarlet was flashing at the fingertips.
He was smoking.
He was looking at her.
Wen Ning did not dodge.
They didn't draw the curtains like they used to.
She was standing at the window.
The indoor lights cast her silhouette clearly onto the window frame.
She held up the box of paint in her hand.
Facing that dark corner.
Facing the person in that car.
It swayed gently, yet clearly.
then.
Her lips moved.
He uttered two words silently.
"Thanks."
……
inside the car.
Jiang Ci's hand, which was holding a cigarette, trembled violently.
Cigarette ash fell onto his trousers.
He kept staring at that window.
Staring at that figure.
He saw it.
I saw her lift up the paint.
I could also understand her lip movements.
She was saying thank you.
She knew it was him.
She didn't expose him, didn't get angry, and didn't throw the things out.
She accepted.
Jiang Ci felt as if a gentle hand was softly stroking his heart.
The anxiety caused by prolonged tension and the fear of being disliked miraculously subsided at that moment.
"Oh……"
He chuckled softly.
My eyes felt a little hot.
He put out his cigarette.
My palms rested on the cold steering wheel.
This is enough.
Really enough.
As long as she doesn't reject it.
If only she would accept this small bit of kindness from him.
Even if you can only hide in the shadows.
He also felt...
This is the best reward in the world.
"You're welcome."
He faced the window and responded in a low voice.
Her voice was so gentle, as if she were afraid of disturbing the night.
"As long as you're happy."
"after……"
"I'll take all your luck."