Originally, Su Mingzhe stayed on Dongshan Island for a long time, and Li Bala already felt that it was very unfair.
However, remembering that Su Mingzhe was still a high school student, Li Bala could bear the bad breath.
Now her boyfriend finally took advantage of the weekend to come to Yanjing to stay with her for two days. This stinky girl still dares to chase her. Isn't this obviously bullying her?
My uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can't either.
That night, Li Bala was going to have a hand-to-hand bitch contest with Jiang Jiao.
Li Bala asked his assistant to get a sheep and scorpion hot pot, and brought in a few boxes of beer, and then said with a sinister smile:
"Jiaojiao, we sisters haven't seen each other for a long time. We won't get drunk tonight until we get home."
Li Bala has been hanging out in bars since she was a child. She can drink a lot of wine, and it doesn't matter if she drinks ten or eight bottles.
Jiang Jiao is a wealthy lady. Although she also drinks, her drinking capacity is only three to five bottles at most.
Looking at the boxes of beer beside the table, Jiang Jiao knew clearly that Li Bala just wanted to drink herself to death, so she could only ask the man for help with her small eyes.
"We are all a family, just do whatever you want."
Su Mingzhe did not dare to let Jiang Jiao drink too much.
When southerners first arrive in the north, they are prone to stomach problems due to acclimatization.
If Jiang Jiao drank another beer, half of her life would be lost.
Knowing that Chen Jie had taken her assistant, nanny, and bodyguard, they all stayed far away.
Su Mingzhe simply hugged his two girlfriends and started making peace with each other.
Jiang Jiao was now under the eaves and had to lower her head. After the man's persuasion, she endured her sullenness and said a few nice words.
Li Bala was finally comforted.
Naturally, this drinking contest ended in nothing.
the next day.
Jiang Jiao stuffed a piece of her hair into her boyfriend's nostril and scratched him awake.
After Su Mingzhe woke up, he looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was only a little after five o'clock.
When she was on Dongshan Island, Jiang Jiao had already gotten up and started practicing Qigong.
But it's still very dark in Yanjing now.
Su Mingzhe reached out and locked her hands to prevent her from moving: "It won't get up until seven o'clock in Yanjing now. I'm not in a hurry to practice today. Let's get some sleep."
Jiang Jiao whispered something in her boyfriend's ear.
Su Mingzhe was immediately amused after hearing this. He got up, found some clothes, and accompanied her to the toilet.
Li Bala was woken up by the noise of the two people. When he saw the two people coming back, he had an unkind look on his face:
"What did you two do?"
At this time, Su Mingzhe couldn't help but say something mean:
"I just went to the bathroom with Jiaojiao, do you want me to go with you?"
"OK."
Li Bala opened the bed, put on a down jacket, and let her boyfriend carry her out of bed.
When these two girlfriends stay together, one is really more pretentious than the other.
Su Mingzhe began to regret getting the two girls together.
When I came back from the bathroom, the quilt was already cold.
However, with three people huddled together, it wasn't too cold.
In Mimi Lake, the three of them took another deep sleep.
At around seven o'clock, Li Bala and Jiang Jiao got up to practice kung fu.
In the entire courtyard, only Su Mingzhe slept until after eight o'clock.
During breakfast, Li Bala regarded Jiang Jiao as a good sister again:
"Husband, Jiaojiao comes to Yanjing for the first time, and I want to take her out for shopping."
"Okay, but we need Yingying and Sister Ru to follow."
Lin Yingying is Li Bala's assistant, and Zhang Ru is the bodyguard and driver.
Since Li BaLa joined the Avenue of Stars, the two of them will always stay by Li BaLa's side when they go out.
"knew."
Although Li Bala is still a little resentful, she has become accustomed to it.
Jiang Jiao didn't know what to say. She had been surrounded by drivers and bodyguards arranged by Jiang Daning since she was a child, and she had long been used to being followed.
After the two women went out, Su Mingzhe stayed alone in the courtyard. He was bored, so he walked out directly and started walking through the streets.
In the previous worlds, Su Mingzhe lived in Yanjing for no less than a hundred years.
To him, walking around the streets is like revisiting old places.
As he strolled around the courtyard, Su Mingzhe arrived at Nanluogu Lane at some unknown time.
This is currently a famous commercial street in Yanjing, and you can find all kinds of local snacks here.
Su Mingzhe was walking and eating, and before he knew it, he came to a teahouse.
As soon as I sat down and ordered a pot of Longjing, a beautiful female student quietly came over and handed me a leaflet:
"Sir, our school is holding a Chinese style painting exhibition. They are all painted by students of our college. Sir, would you like to know more about it?"
"Chinese style painting exhibition?"
Su Mingzhe had nothing to do. Seeing that the female student was pretty, he took the flyer.
Seeing that Su Mingzhe seemed interested, the female student quickly explained:
"Our Chinese style painting exhibition will be held not far away, just nearby..."
When Su Mingzhe saw that the female student was talking non-stop, Su Mingzhe smiled slightly, asked her to sit down, then pointed to a painting on the flyer and said with a smile:
"Is this painting also drawn by your students?"
The female student was asked by Su Mingzhe, so she leaned over and looked down. This ink painting was obviously much more profound than other works. Her face turned red and she quickly explained:
"This one...is my teacher's painting."
"hehe."
Seeing that the female student was quite honest, Su Mingzhe nodded slightly:
"If you are free, drink a cup of tea with me and take me to see it later."
"I'm free."
The female student was overjoyed when she saw that Su Mingzhe was really interested.
In traditional Chinese painting exhibitions like theirs where student paintings are held, it is generally rare to find big customers to buy them.
She also saw that Su Mingzhe had an elegant temperament and well-dressed clothes, so she followed him with the attitude of giving it a try. Unexpectedly, she got an unexpected reward.
Su Mingzhe waited for her to sit down, then asked warmly:
"May I have your name?"
"Tang Yun."
"Tang Yun?!"
When Su Mingzhe heard the name, his head felt like it was exploding. He almost jumped up in shock and quickly took a closer look at the girl with shawl-length hair.
This female student has a delicate face and a sweet temperament, and she does look somewhat similar to Tang Yun in "I am Yu Huanshui".
For a moment, Su Mingzhe began to feel trance-like, thinking that he was in a new dimension and met an old friend.
Back then, in the "Mr. Good" dimension, after I had Zou Yu, Luo Qian, Jiang Lai, and Qiu Yingying, I didn't want to continue to be a prostitute outside, so I lived a retired life and stayed at home every day to practice my chess, calligraphy and painting skills.
Among them, the music teacher is his own woman, Luo Qian.
The Go teacher is Zou Yu.
Calligraphy was taught by Su Mingzhe himself.
The painting teacher is Tang Yun.
At that time, Tang Yun taught Su Mingzhe painting for more than ten years. The two were together every day, and an ambiguous relationship was actually born.
However, because Su Mingzhe had sworn with four women not to hook up with other women, he resisted and did not have sex with Tang Yun.
Later, Tang Yun went abroad to settle down, and her contact with Su Mingzhe was cut off.
What Su Mingzhe learned was that Tang Yun had been in love several times, but never married.
Looking back now, I realized that I had too many scruples back then, which led to me letting down the beauty.
When Su Mingzhe saw a girl similar to Tang Yun, he would inevitably feel confused.
Tang Yun also didn't expect that her name would cause such a big reaction from the man, so she asked cautiously:
"Sir, have you heard my name?"
"Well, I used to have a friend named Tang Yun, who was also a painter."
Su Mingzhe's face was a little uncertain, and he was about to take out his mobile phone to search if there was any information about Yu Huanshui, Gan Hong and others in this world.
But Tang Yun said happily:
"Is it such a coincidence? I am Tang from the Tang Dynasty, and my name is Yun, whose name starts with grass. Am I the same as your friend?"
"Really? That's different. Her word for 'yun' is the rhyme of 'yin even'."
After listening to Tang Yun's explanation, Su Mingzhe sighed that he was making such a fuss and took a sip of tea to calm himself down.
No matter what, Su Mingzhe's eyes looked at Tang Yun a little softer.
After drinking tea, the two of them walked to the Chinese Style Painting Exhibition.
Under Tang Yun's guidance, Su Mingzhe read it again.
These ink paintings that can be exhibited by students are basically the best of the best.
However, in Su Mingzhe's opinion, the hierarchy is still a bit confusing and fails to highlight a focus.
The authors of these ink paintings actually wanted to bring out the highlights, but when painting, they often made too many "highlights", so that the priority was reversed, and the center of gravity was covered up by other places.
Tang Yun walked around with Su Mingzhe and saw the "pity" look in Su Mingzhe's eyes. She couldn't help but become anxious. For a moment, she ignored the etiquette and pulled Su Mingzhe to the work she thought was the best.
, introduced:
"Sir, what do you think of this painting called "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"?"
"good."
Su Mingzhe has actually seen this painting "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", and he can only say that the imitation is pretty good:
"It's a bit like "The Picture of Rivers and Mountains"."
Tang Yun originally wanted to introduce a few more words, but after hearing Su Mingzhe's words, she immediately lowered her head in shame.
This painting "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is a copy of the famous painting "Ten Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains".
Su Mingzhe pointed out the source of the original work, and Tang Yun couldn't explain much.
The two walked around upstairs and downstairs. Su Mingzhe couldn't help but asked curiously:
"Has the painting "The Turbulent Waves" in the flyer been bought by someone?"
"That's not true."
Seeing that Su Mingzhe finally mentioned this painting again, Tang Yun carefully looked around at the classmates who were introducing their works to clients, and then whispered:
"Mr. Su, this "Turning Waves" was painted by my high school teacher. The works we exhibit here are all students' own works. If you really want this painting, you can leave a contact information and we will contact you later."
"This star really wants to retire"
Of course, Su Mingzhe didn't necessarily want "The Turbulent Waves". He just saw that the painting was not bad and thought about buying it and hanging it in the courtyard to decorate the facade.
The two of them left their contact information and Su Mingzhe left.
After Tang Yun sent Su Mingzhe away, she came to the secluded balcony on the second floor and made a phone call.
The call is connected.
"Hello."
The male voice on the other end of the phone made Tang Yun excited:
"Teacher Xia, it's me, I'm Tang Yun."
"I remember your phone number, Tang Yun."
Teacher Xia's tone seemed weak and sick, and the two exchanged greetings after a few words.
Only then did Tang Yun talk about the origin of her phone call:
“Mr.
Teacher Xia listened and was silent for a while, then said slowly:
"Thank you, Tang Yun."
"Teacher, there is a customer who wants to see your painting today," Tang Yun hesitated for a moment, then said, "I wonder if it would be inconvenient for you to mail the painting over."
"Okay, give me the address."
Teacher Xia was silent again, and then agreed.
As for the price, neither of them discussed it.
After hanging up the phone, Chat, who was teaching his daughter how to paint, suddenly noticed that his eyes were slightly red.
Chateau is just forty years old this year. He studied painting since he was a child, and later studied under a master of traditional Chinese painting for five years.
I have been an art teacher for nearly twenty years.
Chat originally thought that he would be so unknown in this life.
Who would have thought that someone would actually appreciate my paintings.
When there is no storm or heavy rain, who can watch the clouds open and see the moonlight?