"Neither his father nor I have any talent for painting. I don't know why. Chuangchuang liked painting when he was very young. We don't insist that he will be famous for his paintings, as long as the child likes it." The boy's mother is well-dressed and well-dressed.
He touched his son's head tenderly. Although he was humble, his expression was extremely proud.
"Yes, having fun is the most important thing. If he likes it in the future, I will hold a personal exhibition for him." The boy's father wore a suit and leather shoes, a high-quality coat, and gold-rimmed glasses, looking like an elite.
Yun Qi frowned, this man and this woman...
The ghost spirit is so high, what a powerful evil spirit this has provoked.
So she walked over and stared at the painting seriously again.
Yun Qiuce asked strangely, "What's wrong with Xiao Qi? Is this painting wrong?"
His voice was not loud, but everyone was standing in front of the painting. The owner of the painting and his family also heard it, and they all looked at Yun Qi strangely, with an inexplicable look on their faces.
What can a child say? It's just that he feels unbalanced when he sees others draw well. Today's children are very precocious, so he may have to say some harsh words.
But they still sincerely want to hear the little girl's words of admiration and praise, but also disappointment in themselves.
He stretched out his fingers tremblingly and pointed at Yun Qi, but he couldn't even say a word.
"You have a vulgar and voluptuous temperament, and are full of evil spirits. You are obviously not a serious woman. You came to the position because the mistress stepped in and drove away the first wife, right?"
Because, you are right!
As soon as these words came out, the woman's face turned blue and white, making her look terribly ugly.
Because the boy was a young painter at this art exhibition, Yun Qiuce and the others were naturally regarded as causing trouble. Seeing that the family was well-dressed, the person in charge did not dare to chase them away directly, but persuaded them to leave in a good-natured way.
It's even weirder when you think about it.
"You dare to talk nonsense, if it weren't for you being little..." The boy's mother rushed out, her hand with exquisite manicure wanting to poke Yun Qi's face.
At the end of the exhibition, Huang Zhaowei drove his wife and children home in a hurry. His wife Su Yunhan said angrily: "Damn, my good mood for the day is gone. What's going on? If I didn't meet such a smelly girl at that time,
There are so many people, I have to tear her mouth apart..."
Just as he was thinking this, Yun Qi said calmly:
"Painting can show the painter's mood to a certain extent. He painted a scene by the river. The shadows reflected on the water are twists and turns, indicating that the life that follows is prone to ups and downs. The fallen tree is slightly twisted, and the trunk
Breaking it off from the middle shows that you tried hard to keep something, but lost it in the end. In addition, there are several small turtles on the little boy's feet. The turtles gather together, and turtles are the same as ghosts, which means that the boy in the painting is haunted by ghosts and cannot move. This confirms
There are evil spirits lingering around people in reality..."
Man: "You... are unreasonable. Whose country bumpkins are these? If they don't understand the rules, let them out!"
Su Yunhan took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, folded her arms, and said with a sinister expression, "I know, I'm embarrassing you. Why don't I have a good background, unlike your upper-class wife..."
The person in charge came over quickly to break up the fight.
No one knows better than them about the mistress taking over and squeezing out the original wife.
The expressions of the relatives and friends behind the boy were more exciting than the others.
"That's enough for you. How many times have I told you? Look at your current status. Don't be so prone to swearing, scratching people's faces, and tearing people's mouths apart. Isn't it a shame?"
Yun Qi turned around and narrowed her eyes, "The origin of the matter is all on you. It has already affected my son. You are still pretending here! Etiquette is very important. Xiao Qi knows it and doesn't want to disturb everyone. But no matter how important it is, there is a destiny.
Is it important?"
Chuang Chuang's timid voice came from behind, "Mom, Dad, please don't quarrel."
"Chuangchuang? You also gave me this name? You have such a vicious heart."
"Hey, there are adults following you, so is it appropriate for her to say that about my son's paintings?"
In fact, their affair was a big deal back then and even appeared on the TV news. However, many years have passed and Chuang Chuang is already six years old. In today's world, people who watched the news at that time may not be able to remember this incident.
And the resentful spirit has the same aura as the man, they are a family!
Yun Qi shook her head with a solemn expression, "I don't care about this. I see suppressed resentful spirits in them."
"Don't be afraid of breaking in. Don't listen to her nonsense. Security guard, why don't you kick people out?!"
Before Yun Qi could finish her words, she heard the little boy's mother scream, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Yun Qi didn't want to get entangled, so she took Yun Qiuce's hand and walked out. Suddenly she remembered something, turned around, and narrowed her eyes, her eyes sharp and very rude:
The little boy's father hurriedly calmed his wife down, frowned and said unhappily: "What kind of kid is this? He talks nonsense. He can even say some godly things even if he sees an art exhibition. It's because the adults haven't taught him well or he's mentally abnormal.
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"Of course it's appropriate. There is a ghost in your son's painting, and Xiao Qi pointed it out, but he didn't know how to kowtow quickly to say thank you." Yun Qiuce roared loudly like a little ruffian.
And this girl who is obviously younger than Chuang Chuang... logically shouldn't know.
"What are you talking about? You are mentally disturbed. Is it appropriate to say that to a child?"
Although everyone didn't say it with their mouths, they often called them bitches in their hearts.
"Dad..." The boy named Chuangchuang grabbed the man's hand in horror.
A few years ago, the couple knew that their marriage was disgraceful, and they kept their tail between their legs. Unexpectedly, after they gave birth to a child, they thought that their relatives and friends had gradually forgotten about this matter, but they went back to show off their love and happiness in front of everyone.
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"That's enough for you!" Huang Zhaowei yelled angrily.
The man was startled and could hardly stand still.
Yun Qiuce and Duan Qingsong were immediately annoyed.
Everyone in the hall was attracted and looked at them, and the person in charge also came over in surprise.
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After leaving the art museum, Yun Qiuce was afraid that Yun Qi would be angry, so he hurriedly comforted her: "Xiao Qi, we won't care about them. People who have doubted you before have been slapped in the face. In the future, they will probably have to cry and make troubles to beg you.
help."
The adults around her also looked confused. They shouldn't have told her.
But how did this little girl see it?
"Okay, don't quarrel." Huang Zhaowei comforted his son softly and asked softly, "Chuang Chuang, tell dad why you painted that painting. What's the meaning?"
Before her son could speak, Su Yunhan said first: "What are you doing? You really stopped that stinky girl's words. She is just talking nonsense..."
The man looked out the window angrily.
After sending his wife and children home, he hurriedly drove to the mountain. As soon as the Taoist priest who greeted him came out, he immediately stepped forward and lowered his voice and asked anxiously: "Taoist priest, what do you care about that Soul Well...