The time of the city

Chapter 184 Going to the Gallery Again

The next morning, Mo Yu awoke from her sleep, went downstairs, and opened the door. Sure enough, the four strong men had already left. Last night, fearing Ni Jiamu might change his mind, she had immediately hidden her ID after he left. Judging from the current situation, Ni Jiamu had indeed kept his promise, and Mo Yu's mood improved significantly.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Aunt Wang making breakfast. She was in a good mood and took the initiative to greet her.

Aunt Wang poked her head out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "Xiaoyu, this Doctor Su is really capable. After talking to you for a while last night, you are in a very different state today. How about letting Doctor Su teach me? If you are unhappy in the future, Aunt Wang will come to talk to you."

Mo Yu simply smiled and went to the living room to quietly wait for breakfast. While waiting, she took out her phone and sent a message to her counselor, telling her that she wanted to go back to school. Within ten minutes, the counselor replied, telling her that she could go to school tomorrow.

Two good things happened in the morning. Mo Yu couldn't help but sigh that as long as Ni Jiamu agreed, the two of them could go back to the way they were before, and their lives would definitely get smoother and smoother.

When she first went downstairs, she did not see Ni Jiamu. She secretly guessed that he might have gone to work, so she did not ask Wang Ma any more questions.

However, as soon as breakfast was served, Ni Jiamu took Xiaoxue home. He held the dog leash in one hand and the lunch box in the other. The moment Xiaoxue saw Moyu, she ran straight into her arms like a wild horse, wagging her tail happily and licking Moyu's face until her saliva was all over her.

"Hey, Xiaoxue, stop licking!" Mo Yu dodged, but a long-lost smile appeared on the corner of her mouth unconsciously. In the end, it was Ni Jiamu who took Xiaoxue away.

When Mo Yu came back after washing her face, Ni Jiamu pushed the lunch box in front of her and said, "The pan-fried buns from that place you like."

"Thank you, brother." Mo Yu picked up one and put it in her mouth. Seeing that Mo Yu did not refuse her, Ni Jiamu's mood also improved.

Halfway through her meal, Mo Yu spoke cautiously, "Brother, I told the counselor I want to go to school tomorrow."

"As long as you're well, you can go whenever you want. Remember to tell me if you feel unwell."

After breakfast, Mo Yu left the house. Ever since she fell ill, with bodyguards guarding the door, she hadn't left the house. Now that Ni Jiamu had agreed to no longer restrict her, she was naturally eager to go out for a walk.

Mo Yu walked along the way and never noticed anyone following her. Now, she finally felt completely relieved and was sure that she was completely free.

She arrived at Jingxing Street, a place outside the main urban area, where things had changed less and where the atmosphere of life was more vibrant. Unlike the main urban area, where towering office buildings filled the air, the pace of life was fast, and workers toiled away like 996 slavish workers.

Stepping into Jingxing Street, Mo Yu seemed to be back to the day when Lin Xiaogang brought her here.

"Xiaoyu, let me tell you, there's a place here that serves really delicious milk tea."

“The fried skewers there are delicious.”

"Qiaomu and I often go to that hotpot restaurant."

Memories flooded back like a tide, and Mo Yu couldn't help but feel tears well up in her eyes. But she quickly wiped them away, because she firmly believed that Lin Xiao would wake up one day.

Passing by Yujia Gallery, Mo Yu discovered that the store was much larger than before, and the posters at the door had long been replaced by those of other painters instead of Xiao Hecheng.

Chen Xu, who was wandering around the store, recognized Mo Yu and immediately walked out of the gallery, greeting her warmly, "Miss Mo, you're in the gallery. Would you like to come in and take a look?"

Faced with Chen Xu's enthusiasm, Mo Yu followed him in. She looked around and found that there was not a single painting by Xiao Hecheng in the exhibition hall.

"Manager Chen, where are the Hecheng paintings? I remember they were full before."

"Mr. Ni asked us to deal with it, so we sold them all. After Painter Xiao passed away, the prices of his paintings increased a lot, and many people rushed to buy them."

Hearing Chen Xu say that Xiao Hecheng was dead, although Mo Yu was angry, she didn't want to explain any more. She knew that no matter how many times she said it, they would stubbornly believe that Xiao Hecheng was no longer in this world.

In fact, she sometimes wondered if it would be like in the TV series, where Xiao Hecheng was washed ashore, rescued, and was still recovering. When he was well, he would come back to find her. She had longed countless times for those melodramatic plots that she had complained about so many times to happen to her.

Mo Yu went up to the second floor. She wanted to visit Xiao Hecheng's studio again. As soon as she entered, the painter inside immediately stood up and greeted her.

Mo Yu knew him. He was a newly promoted painter in the gallery. However, he was not as good-looking, so he was not as famous as Xiao Hecheng.

Mo Yu looked around. Even though she had only been here once, she could still clearly feel that the atmosphere of life in Xiao Hecheng had completely disappeared.

Xiao Hecheng is a clean person. He always keeps his studio spotless and keeps things neatly arranged. He always wears a white shirt when painting, but never gets his clothes dirty.

The studio in front of her was covered in paint on the floor, tables, and walls. Mo Yu stayed for a while, then turned and left.

At lunchtime, Mo Yu bought some snacks and went to Lin Xiao's favorite milk tea shop.