Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 116 - 113 A Deeply Moving Story (Second Release)
Chapter 116 -113: A Deeply Moving Story (Second Release)
Chapter 116 -113: A Deeply Moving Story (Second Release)
On the second night at the school, Song Jiawen had a longer sleep than the first day, not opening her eyes until nearly seven in the morning.
When she got out of bed to wash up, Liang Yujun was also awake.
Lying on the bed, she lazily looked down and asked, “Jiajia, I’ve heard your high school classmates call you that. It sounds nice and is simple. Can I call you that, too?”
She had wanted to ask this question last night.
Song Jiawen nodded, “Yes.”
Liang Yujun, curious again, said, “But why the ‘Jia’ from addition? Does it have any particular meaning?”
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Does it have any particular meaning?
The name wasn’t hers, and she never thought to ask why, but there was a time she overheard Song Xiaoli from her uncle’s family telling someone that her classmates said her name was nice and easy to remember. Song Xiaoli replied with disdain, “Just a name to round out the count, do you really think her parents racked their brains for it?”
Song Xiaoli said that before “Song Jiawen” was born, Song Laosan and Xie Jingying had assumed it would be a boy and had already picked out a name. But to their surprise, the baby was a girl.
Xie Jingying hadn’t prepared a name for a girl, so she simply changed the ‘Xi’ in Song Xiwen’s name to ‘Jia’, meaning that a daughter had been added to the family.
That was it, no special meaning at all.
Song Jiawen shook her head at Liang Yujun, then turned and went straight into the bathroom to wash up.
Remembering her mother’s previous conjecture about Song Jiawen, Liang Yujun regretfully smacked her own mouth—really, why bring up the very thing that should not be mentioned, to upset someone for no reason?
To make up for her gaffe, Liang Yujun decided to accompany Song Jiawen to the arts school again today, since they only visited South Square yesterday and didn’t make it to the art gallery.
“How about we go to the art gallery today? Then we can just wander around the university later. What do you think?”
Before Song Jiawen could answer, Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali chimed in eagerly, “Yes, yes, last night I heard a classmate from the next dorm say that the paintings in the art gallery are beautiful and worth seeing. She said many of them are classics, each with a poignant story behind it. Visiting to see the paintings is like listening to stories, quite touching.”
Liang Yujun looked at Song Jiawen, clearly waiting for her response.
Recalling Jiang Yan’s repeated instructions from last night, if she wasn’t going to earn money with quick sketches, she didn’t have anything else to do, so it didn’t matter where they went.
And since Zhu Jin was going to get to know her roommate today, possibly having a meal together, she likely wouldn’t come looking for her for the time being.
With the plan settled, the four girls quickly got ready and hurried downstairs.
Today there weren’t as many people outside as yesterday. Although registration was open for three days, most would choose to arrive in the first two days to complete their procedures and have their parents stay for half a day or a day. By today, the 30th, it had mostly turned into returning students coming back to school.
So now, the breakfast stalls outside were bustling with people.
The four of them bought steamed buns and soy milk, then immediately went back to the school to wait for the bus.
Fortunately, the first bus that arrived today was the Mickey Mouse one.
Ding Yuanyuan chewed on her steamed bun, her cheeks bulging out as she stared at the Mickey Mouse head on the front of the bus and said, “Don’t you guys feel like we’re on our way to kindergarten?”
The other three girls all laughed. It’s undeniable that the students from the School of Fine Arts do have quite some interesting ideas, and what’s most precious is that the school’s teachers just go along with them. It might be considered the last remnant of childhood fun in their youth.
They had arrived early today, reaching the art gallery at eight o’clock, just in time for the opening. There weren’t many people, so they didn’t have to squeeze through the crowd.
“Yo, you junior girls are here pretty early.”
Because of the orientation for new students, the school had arranged for seniors to maintain order and provide explanations in the gallery these days.
The one responsible for opening up was a third-year male student, of average height, with a long face and squinting eyes. When he smiled, the eye area on his face was basically just two lines, and his pupils were not visible.
Song Jiawen thought to herself, does he have to keep a straight face when he’s painting?
“Wow, this place is huge.”
Liang Yujun pointed to the right and said to the three girls, “That’s the Chinese painting gallery; it displays all Chinese paintings and calligraphy. I’ve been in there with my parents before, there are quite a few paintings by Master Mu from his younger days. Do you guys know about Master Mu? A young prodigy, a leading figure in the Chinese painting circle in China, it’s just a pity that she’s been abroad for the past few years and only occasionally returns to Beijing University to give lectures. Her works are also rare, and it’s very difficult for outsiders to buy any of her paintings.”
As she spoke, she sighed, “My grandma really likes her paintings, and my dad wants to buy one for her as a birthday gift, but I guess it’s hard to find one.”
After finishing, she asked the three, “Do you want to start off by looking at the Chinese paintings?”
Song Jiawen was the first to shake her head, “Let’s start from the left.”
The gallery on the left was the oil painting gallery; Song Jiawen led the way, and the other three followed.
Oil painting, introduced from the West, is bold and avant-garde, so when these young ladies saw some nude paintings, they immediately blushed, sneaked a peek and hurried past.
But after passing them, they couldn’t help but turn their heads back for another glance.
It wasn’t until they reached the innermost part that a very special painting depicting a man and a woman appeared before them. The woman was lying on a pile of grass, appearing to be at death’s door, as if she was not long for this world.
The man was kneeling beside her, leaning his upper body slightly to the side, with his right hand holding a small knife with the blade facing his own left arm, which he had rolled up his sleeve to reveal. Bright red blood was flowing out of his arm, staining the knife and his hand, which was quite frightening to look at.
At this moment, the squint-eyed boy came over, pointed at the painting, and explained to them, “There’s a very touching love story behind this painting. The male protagonist depicted here is our oil painting department’s Professor Wu. That year, he took his wife to the mountains to sketch and watch the sunrise. Who knew while descending the mountain his wife accidentally stepped into thin air and fell down the cliff. Professor Wu found his wife with great difficulty in a ravine, but because she had broken her leg, he couldn’t carry her up. Yet, if he went up alone to find help, he was afraid that wild animals might eat her at the bottom.”
“So the two of them could only wait for rescue in place, but after waiting for several days, no one came. They’d already eaten all their food and drunk all their water, both thirsty and hungry, and the wife’s leg injury was getting worse by the day. When it seemed she would not make it much longer,
“In order to save his wife, Professor Wu secretly cut the flesh from his arm with a small knife to feed her, and used the blood to quench her thirst. After enduring like this for two more days, finally, the rescue arrived. But Professor Wu had lost so much blood from cutting his flesh for two days that he just managed to wait until the rescuers arrived before he passed out, nearly never waking up.”
Upon hearing the story, Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali, both of whom had shallow eye sockets, couldn’t hold back tears in their eyes, which were on the verge of falling, when suddenly a curse broke out from behind them—
“Luo Mimimi, you motherfucker, are you using that fake story about your Wu Fengliu again to deceive people, still with the feeding blood and flesh bullshit? Which wife, huh? He’s fucking divorced four times and married five, first wife, second wife, third wife have all caused a scene at the school several times, aren’t you ashamed enough?
“Can’t your oil painting department have some shame, constantly using this crap to fool people, really think others are fools, can’t hear the flaws in it?”
