With the sunlight lazily sprinkling every corner of the city, weekend afternoons always carry a hint of tranquility and leisure. The Art Exhibition Center is like a temple of art, standing in the cultural district of the city. Its appearance is simple and modern, and the huge glass curtain wall reflects dazzling light under the sunlight, as if showing the world the endless art treasures contained inside.
With her love and curiosity for art, Xiao Xue carefully chose a light blue dress, the hem of which gently swayed with her steps like a blue flower in full bloom. The delicate lace at the neckline, like a delicate vine, skillfully outlined her graceful collarbone line, adding a touch of elegance to her flavor. She carefully pulled up her shiny black hair and coiled it into an exquisite bun, and a few strands of playful broken hair were like dancing butterflies, falling lightly next to her fair cheeks, further lining her face with gentleness and elegance. She carefully put on a light makeup in the mirror, with the eyebrow pencil gently depicted the curved eyebrows, like the willow leaves swaying in the wind in early spring; eye shadow color is elegant but not lose the depth, just like the mysterious nebulae under the quiet night sky; a light lipstick on the lips, as a delicate rose petals, so that her entire makeup looks fresh and vulgar, but without losing the charm of the charm.
She walked into the exhibition hall with light steps, as if stepping into a world of art full of fantasy colors. The hall is spacious and bright, with white walls providing the perfect space to display the paintings. Unique chandeliers hang from the ceiling, shedding soft and bright light like spotlights on the stage, illuminating each painting with brilliance. The floor was paved with polished marble, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty hall, as if the melody of art was playing softly.
Xiao Xue's eyes were immediately attracted by the different styles of paintings on the wall, like iron nails attracted by magnets. She slowly paced in the exhibition hall, her eyes focused and fiery, as if she was having a deep soulful conversation with each painting. When she stopped in front of a painting depicting female emotions, everything around her seemed to stand still.
The woman in the painting is graceful, with a long white dress fluttering in the wind, like an elf coming from a dreamy fairyland. Her face was delicate and slightly sad, especially her eyes, which were as deep as the endless ocean and as cold stars flickering in the night sky, her eyes intertwined with pain, confusion and longing. She stood in the middle of a deserted ruin, the tone of the background was gray and depressing, contrasting sharply with her long white dress, as if symbolizing the struggle and loneliness of her inner world. Xiao Xue's gaze was locked tightly by those eyes, as if she was caught in an uncontrollable whirlpool. She seemed to be able to see her own shadow in them, her own confusion and bewilderment in her dull married life, her uncertainty about the future and her desire for change.
She couldn't help but get closer to the painting, her nose almost touching the canvas, scrutinizing every brushstroke. The artist's delicate brushstrokes seemed to have magic power, and every line and every splash of color seemed to tell a touching story, a story that touched the softest corners of Xiao Xue's heart. She could feel her heartbeat accelerating slightly, blood flowing slowly through her veins, as if there was an invisible force surging through her body.
Her insides were a mix of panic and some excitement. Panic was like a frightened deer, banging around in her heart. The dissatisfaction with her current life and the hazy feelings for other emotions that she had been burying deep in her heart were now exposed to the sunlight as if they had been uncovered. She was afraid to face her true heart, afraid that this feeling would be like a raging flood, breaking through the existing order of her life, and drowning her peaceful life completely. However, excitement was like a leaping fire that quietly flared up in the bottom of her heart. This was the first time she realized so clearly that she had special feelings for women. This emotion was like a long-dormant seed that broke through the ground at this moment, tender but full of tenacious vitality, making her feel an unprecedented novelty and impulse.
From this moment on, she began to secretly pay attention to the women around her, especially Xiong Yufang. Whether in the crowded streets or in a quiet cafe, her eyes would always unconsciously follow the figure of Xiong Yufang. She would carefully observe Xiong Yufang's demeanor when she spoke, the slightly upturned corners of her mouth, her soulful eyes, all seemed to have a magical attraction; she would also pay attention to Xiong Yufang's expression when she smiled, that bright smile as if the flowers bloomed in the springtime, letting her heart rippled for a while. She didn't know what kind of emotion it was, but she knew clearly that her inner world was quietly undergoing a radical change. And this change was like a sudden storm that made her feel both scared and full of anticipation.
She continued to stroll in the center of the exhibition, her footsteps drifting a bit, but her mind was on the painting and her newly awakened emotions. Crowds of people came and went around her, laughter and conversation intertwined, but they seemed like distant background sounds to her ears. She felt as if she were in a transparent bubble, isolated from the outside world, immersed alone in a marvelous world that only she could perceive. Her cheeks were slightly flushed with a faint blush, like the evening sun in the sky, shy and charming. She tried to hide her abnormality, deliberately casting her eyes to other paintings, but the uncontrollable emotion was like a wild horse out of control, running wild in her heart. She kept asking herself in her mind, "What's going on here? What should I do?" However, her silent heart did not give her any answer, and she could only wander and struggle in this labyrinth of emotions, like a moth that had lost its way, searching for the faintest ray of light in the darkness.